sigh... he's so nice

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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imoyu-trashblog  asked:

While reading your Gaston headcanons and just imagined where he picks you up to carry you across a large puddle, only for him to trip on a loose stone. Oops, both of you are covered in mud now. Fluff ensures...?

I said no but i couldn’t stop mySELF.

Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock

Title: Muddy.
Pairing: Gaston x Female!Reader.
Words: 3,104.
Rating: T.


It had just rained not ten minutes ago, and vendors were already back on the street. Some didn’t even bother protecting their produce and products and let the rain do what it wanted. It wasn’t the typical gentle sort of rain either, it was a consistent downpour that wasn’t expected by anyone in the village. You had sought shelter under a small patio of a neighbor as it happened on your way to get some eggs. As a result of the heavy rain, the Earth now smelt clean and fresh. It was a soothing scent, one that made you forget your worries, if only for a few minutes. Giving your kind neighbor a smile for letting you stand under their roof, you waved at them, saying, “I’ll see you later,” before stepping out. A few drops of water hit the top of your head as they dripped from the roofs edge.

Drawing a deep breath in, you began walking. Tightening your shawl around your shoulders, you were appreciative of the sun now peeking through the clouds above. It would warm up soon, drying everything in the process. Mindful of your steps now as most of the ground was either emerged with water or was a seeping puddle of mud, you ran into the sights of a friend.

Friend wasn’t the right word, you thought and looked at Gaston with curious eyes. He was currently checking himself out in the window of the bakery, smiling on and off. Probably checking the wrinkles around his mouth, you laughed to yourself, remembering how he told you that women found them to be rather attractive. ‘It gives me a sort of… Older appearance.’ He told you once with a wide smirk. He was right, they did make him look different than other men you knew, but not for the reason he gave you.

The lines around his mouth gave his smirk, his smiles and his grins even more prominence and seemed to captivate those around him. As if his eyes weren’t enough to get the job just right. In fact, most of his attributes were enough to get anyone he set his eyes on, really. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. There were the occasional few that saw passed this facade, and you just happened to be one of them. Not that it came in much luck because Gaston had a keen sense on picking out women and men who he didn’t quite captivate. You supposed this came into play with his need for a chase. Whether it be chasing his next prey while hunting or chasing the next woman in his life, he enjoyed it regardless.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement as Gaston shot his reflection a wink and a kiss. You took this as an opportunity to walk past him quickly, in slight hopes that perhaps he wouldn’t notice you so you could get what you wanted and not linger around to talk.

He was more of an acquaintance, you decided tip toeing your way behind him, not a friend. You both knew each other, acknowledged each other’s existence, spoken here and there, flirted a bit but ultimately kept your distance. It wasn’t as if you hated him, in fact, you didn’t. You just found him to a be a bit… overpowering sometimes and it only elevated when you figured out that he was entirely interested in you. Of course, the smiles he sent your way, the tone of voice he used with you, his gestures and body language were all alarms going off telling you that Gaston thought he was a bit more than acquaintances with you, but it only hit you full on when he finally got around to asking you to have dinner with him.

It’s not like you weren’t interested him and hadn’t thought of being together with him. You figured most everyone in the village had, even the men. Gaston was certainly appealing and was very careful on making himself seem as attractive as he possibly could. But, giving a man his way when he thinks he’s entitled to it is something you didn’t want to feed into. An egotistical man is something you didn’t want to feed attention to. You owed him nothing. You were your own person and he’d have to realize that if he was really interested.

“(Name)!” Your face balled up in defeat. Stopping your movements, you turned on your heel and faced Gaston. In the time that it took you to do that, you relaxed your expression into the most neutral face you could muster. You watched rather intently as he pulled on the bottom of his tan overcoat to straighten it, clearing his throat while doing that.

You swallowed softly and smiled politely at him. “Good morning, Gaston.”

He didn’t miss a beat, grasping your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. He smiled against them, looking down at you through slightly half-lidded eyes. Your heart churned at the meager gaze that held a bit more than invested attention. He let go of your hand, almost hesitating doing so. Your hand was left to drift in the air before making its way back to your side.  “Good morning.” He finally said, his tone dipping into his chest voice. “Any plans for this evening?”

“What’s today? Wednesday?” You thought and looked around, eager to avoid his eyes. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you thought of an excuse. It didn’t need to be a good one, just a logical one. You spilled out the first thing you thought of, “I’ve got to do laundry.” It was unintentional for your statement to come out as a question, but unfortunately, it came out that way. You just hoped that Gaston bought it as an obtainable excuse.

Slipping his hands onto his hips, you found yourself rather fixated on the shape of his torso. His fingers expanded there, cupping and holding himself as if he didn’t get enough from the women who’ve touched that very spot. He didn’t cock his waist to the side perse, and much rather, straightened his back to make himself appear even larger. The light brown pants were tailored to fit his body specifically, and if he moved just right, it left little to the imagination. His feet were a part giving the absolute definition of confidence and self-awareness though Gaston on more than one occasion, was completely clueless. At this moment in time, he wasn’t. He was thinking about your words. There was really no sense in doing laundry in the evening because if you left it out to dry overnight, the frost would most definitely freeze most of your clothes.

“In the… Evening?” Gaston inquired, his right eyebrow arching upwards in curiousity. The white ruffled shirt under the vibrant red vest lined with gold clung to his torso and defined his shape. Under the tan overcoat, you could see that Gaston was just as gentle on the eyes. Many didn’t see this for many only say the broad shouldered war hero. For a brief moment, you wanted nothing than to reach out and graze your hands up and down his sides. They appeared smooth.

“Uhm, yes.” You tore your eyes away, deciding that walking away was probably the best way to avoid any sort of eye contact. If he’s walking beside you, preferably a foot behind you actually,  it’d be hard for you to maintain gazes. Gaston followed you rather diligently, letting his eyes fall to the back of your head as you began speaking again, “It’s a lot easier to get it done in the evening when no one else is there.” That made complete sense, you reassured yourself.

“Then, can I join you?” You knew that was coming. Laughing quietly, you stopped in front of a rather large puddle that almost looked more like a pond because of its size. “I’ve never done it myself, but I’m sure you can help me.” Gaston informed you, studying the small body of water in front of you and your mild hesitation on how you wanted to get around it.

Without any chance to ask what he was doing, Gaston bent down, grasping your hips and picking you up seamlessly. It was sudden action and with your feet leaving the ground so quickly made your head reel. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to hike you over his shoulder and carry you like a sack of potatoes, but his arm remained around your waist and within moments, he was holding you rather securely while your feet dangled helplessly in the air.

Unable to protest now, he started walking forward through the puddle you were debating on how to get around. You sighed in defeat. He was nice enough to help you so there was no point in arguing now that he was halfway across. “Or better yet, you can do it for me. You see, I usually get women to do it for me, it’s amazing how they throw themselves on their knees for the opportunity really.” Gaston smirked at the thought, readjusting his grip on you.

Shutting your eyelids to reserve yourself from snapping at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck to feel a bit more stable. You could feel his muscles shift under his clothing and found it difficult to ignore the musky smell that seemed to linger with him. He smelt like the woods mixed with the smallest amount of gunpowder. You knew this wasn’t a scent you should grow attached to, but you still found yourself taking deep breaths in just to enjoy. Fluttering your eyes back open you looked at him. Your gaze was a threat in itself, telling him that he’d pay for it if he dropped you. Then, you began speaking, “I won’t do it for you, but I can show you how to do it.”

Gaston laughed quietly. He figured you’d say something of that nature and merely nodded in agreement. He shuffled slightly, feeling something under his feet slip and slide, and before he could really process what it was, the two of you were tumbling down. A few seconds later, you were sitting in a rather large puddle, covered with water and mud. Sitting up, you blinked back the mud near your eyes. You swallowed thickly and looked down at Gaston as he actually managed to catch you and soften your landing. You couldn’t say the same for him for you had actually landed on top of him.

Resting on his back, he groaned quietly and opened his eyes. Gaston looked blankly at the sky for a few seconds before rocking back into reality. Realizing you were on top of him, a small smirk crept its way onto his cheeks. You could feel the eyes of a few villagers digging into you as they watched the entire thing play out, and some villagers who just got there and were met with a rather compromising scene as you were straddling him.

Staring down at him, you came to one conclusion rather quickly. “You did that on purpose.”

“What reason would I have for doing it on purpose? I slipped on a loose stone. It does happen, I’ll have you know. I’m sorry.” He groaned while sitting up, reaching back and holding you close to him. It was unintentional and more of a habit, but you could feel the heat dancing from the tips of your ears to your face at the action. Your eyebrows rose in slow amazement.  He wasn’t usually one for apologizing for anything, even it was his fault. Gaston had a knack of making it seem like things weren’t truly his fault, so why did he take responsibility this time? You were still perched in his lap as he slicked back some of his now drenched hair, a bit offended that you assumed that he did it intentionally.

Your laughter started, soft at first before getting louder and louder. Gaston was shocked, his face twisting into an expression of confusion. “What could possibly be so funny?” He moved his head back a bit so he could see you more clearly and something inside of him slammed against his heart like a giant wave.

“You’re a mess.” You tossed your head back in absolute pleasure. You’d never seen Gaston like this before. Physically dirty and unappealing to most because of the mud, but also a bit more human for having apologize for making a mistake, for having a flaw. Grasping your sides from laughing too hard, you heard Gaston’s laugh mix with yours. Unsurely at first, before he started literally cackling. It was something that you never actually heard prior, because he had many sorts of laughs.

The cocky laughs, the fake laughs, and the hateful or scornful laughs. Those were the ones he used more often than not so to hear his actual, human, genuine laugh made yours die down so you could admire it a bit more. There were wrinkles around his eyes, as they were shut, his mouth forming what you would describe as being one of the most beautiful smiles you’d ever seen. The sound itself was a bit different as well and instead of resonating in his chest like you thought, it was a lighter, more flowful sound. Grasping a leaf that had made it’s way into his hair, you tugged it out gently and tossed it to the side. “I’ve known you for years but I’ve never heard you laugh like that.” You stated and wiped some mud off his forehead. In the process though, you had only managed to smear it with the water on your fingers.

“You best bask in it then. Not many people have heard it.” He whispered a bit too quietly and looked away. Surely, it was a subject you could press and see why he implied that it was rare for him to laugh like that, but you were in no true position to do so. You were acquaintances. If more, then perhaps you could seep into his childhood, the days before you even knew Gaston.

Leaning towards him ever so slightly, you stared into his eyes as if you were reading what emotions were swirling in them. Remarkably, as many people have told you, his eyes weren’t a complete and solid brown. You supposed that you had never paid attention to the flickers of green that were washed around the darkness of his pupil. The sunlight seemed to elevate the appearance of his eyes, giving them a much softer glow than darker light would give. Resting your hands on his chest, you swallowed back any intentions of going any further than this mishap and tried to convince yourself that standing up would be your safest way out.

You tried, but your legs weren’t moving. A refusal would be the best way to put it. Your mind was refusing to move your body, to flee from the scene. Why?

Silence ensued between the two of you as he stared back at you. From the vague expression on his face, you thought that he was going to lean forward and plant a smooth kiss onto your lips. You were positive that was what he would do had any other girl fallen with him. Why else would he need the excuse to get so close to you? His movement seemed almost hesitant and as he rested back on one arm, he reached the other up and wiped some mud off your cheek with the wet sleeve of his tan coat. You didn’t want to tilt your head towards his graze, but that’s exactly what you did. Your action led to Gaston cupping the side of your face, his fingertips damp against your soft skin. You were almost positive he could feel your heart beating against his touch.

It would be so easy to kiss you right now, he thought to himself and let his eyes drop to your mouth before seeking your gaze once again. One swift motion towards you and he’d have his lips on yours, something that he had thought about since the first day he met you. That was years ago. To pine after someone for so long was typically not his style but here he found himself wanting nothing more than to embrace you and to let you have him. Gaston swallowed, the muscles in his neck contracting as he did. He wouldn’t say that he was nervous because he wasn’t. He just found himself… Unsure of what to do now. He could kiss you and change things between the two of you forever or he could stand up, help you up and go on with life the way things were.

He had chased you long enough.

Now was the time to take some action.

You laughed quietly, pulling away from his touch, “We should probably start laundry earlier-” The sentence came to an abrupt stop as Gaston craned his head forward and captured your lips. Your eyes were wide with surprise, though deep down, you knew he was going to kiss you. And, despite that deep down feeling, you did nothing to stop him. The second he started kissing you, you had stopped lying to yourself. You wanted to kiss him just as much. You wanted to hold him closer and never let go.

It wasn’t quite a kiss, as half of his mouth actually landed on the space next to your mouth. He didn’t move for what seemed like eternity, constantly reassuring himself that he had done the right thing. And when he did move, it was to readjust his mouth so he could kiss you fully. Lifting both hands, he cupped your face tenderly while the hands that were resting on his chest rose up to hold onto his shoulders. 

You wondered what it must look like, the two of you kissing in the middle of the village, in the middle of a puddle, both soaked to the bone and covered in mud. You didn’t care about that for very long though as your eyes fell shut. Gaston didn’t completely devour and allowed you dominate slightly. Kissing him back, you squeezed his shoulders and laughed slightly when the small amount of facial hair tickled your face. He laughed as well, pulling his mouth from yours. They remained puckered, almost asking for another kiss, his eyes still blissfully shut.

You didn’t allow him the pleasure, at least, not yet as you finished your sentence from before, “because we need to get the mud out of these clothes.”


Holy crap that ended up way longer than I had anticipated. Reblogs and likes are appreciated guys, thanks for reading!

Charles Xavier x reader (yes, another one)

Originally posted by julee-art

“Y/N, could you please come to my office for a second?” You heard Charles’s voice ring in your head.

“What is it Charles? Can’t you tell me now?” You asked turning pages in the book you were reading.

“I would prefer you coming here darlin’. It’s important.” You sighed and put the book down.

“Alright professor. I’m coming.”

“Thank you dear.” You walked up the stairs of the busy school. It was filled with children of all ages. From afar you could see Hank desperately trying to rush some of them into a classroom but that didn’t seem to work very well. You giggled and walked down the corridor to the professor’s office. You knocked twice and entered the room.

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anonymous asked:

RFA meets a little sister of MC that looks like a mini MC. MC might be jealous a bit of how much attention they give mini MC. (Maybe you can somehow work out Saeyoung saying "MC Shrunk!?! Omg, I didn't do it!!!!") Please and have a lovely day!

Such a cute request! Hope you like it! ^^

RFA react to MC’s little sister who looks like her

Zen

  • I mean, if you weren’t already adorable enough…
  • He’s always waiting for your family reunions just so he can see her, he likes to play with her and give her piggy rides
  • He even lets her braid and do piggy tails in his hair! Which… he never let you… no! you’re not jealous of your little sister, that’s ridiculous!
  • But look at them, he’s even taking selfies of him with his hair like this! Ugh… okay, you’re jealous.
  • When you confront him, he laughs because you look so embarrassed for even thinking like this. You know how pathetic you’re being, blushing and looking away like this.
  • So he keeps teasing you, but on a more serious note: “I like hanging out with her because she looks like you, but has my personality, babe, she’s probably like our daughter is going to be.”
  • Well, he was trying to be serious, but couldn’t help but chuckle when he sees you blushing hard.
  • He loves to see your flustered face, that’s something not even your sister can pull it off so adorably.

Yoosung

  • You keep telling him his sister looks a lot like him, but this is on a complete different level.
  • He’s always very shy at your family reunions, but he always loosens up when your sister is there.
  • She makes him play with her dolls and he doesn’t even flinch, he doesn’t look flustered or uncomfortable. Why is he not like this to you all the time too?
  • He’s talking so much while he comes up with stories for Barbie and her friends,. When he’s alone with you, it’s so hard to make him speak his mind, what he wants, what he needs from you…
  • You know you’re being ridiculous, especially when you apparently hurt him by telling him all this. Shit! She’s just a kid, why does she make you feel like this?
  • He apologizes a lot, and you have to reassure him a million times you’re the wrong one here. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m just trying to show you I can deal with children really well, you know… because I… I… we… gonna have a baby one day and… ahh! Pretend I didn’s say that!”
  • You knew how much he wants a kid with you, but it’s the first time he says it that clear and loud.
  • Like, really loud, your whole family is staring at him, but he looks determined… oh wow!

Jaehee

  • She’s a little scared, how is that even possible?
  • You thought she wasn’t really fond of kids, well, apparently you were wrong, she plays along whenever your sister grab her hand and take her from the adults table.
  • She draws Jaehee, you, an alligator, a flower… so much draws! And Jaehee draws too, you thought she only drew at coffee foam…
  • It’s not that you’re jealous, you’re just intrigued. You’re seeing a new side of her you thought it wasn’t really there. Why did she never show you before? She doesn’t trust you enough?
  • No! You can’t jump in conclusions like that just because she’s drawing with your freaking sister! Pull yourself together!
  • She asks you what’s wrong, and you don’t feel like lying to her. She’s… intrigued too, your mind work in a very weird way.
  • “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, I just play with your sister because I’m still trying to be comfortable around your family, I know some of them are judging us… me, and… she doesn’t judge. Kids never judge.”
  • Congratulations! You’re the worst brat alive! She comforts you telling you’re very cute being jealous of a mini-you.
  • “I’m not jealous! And we don’t even look like that much!” oh my… you two even pout similarly!

Jumin

  • Could you be any cuter? Okay, it’s not really you, but… you probably looked like this when you were a child, right? Lovely
  • He’s always so stiff and formal around your family, but your sister appears and he’s a completely different man.
  • He reads her stories and encourages her to create her own, she can say the weirdest and craziest thing, he’s laughing and telling her that’s really creative!
  • He’s laughing! Not smirking, not chuckling, he’s LAUGHING! The only time he ever laughed with you, he was drunk! HE’S PRETTY SOBER NOW! WTF?
  • You don’t have the guts to confront him over something so silly and kinda crazy, but he notices the way you glare at him.
  • When you finally tell him, he just nods and apologizes. Now you’re feeling guilty, he was having so much fun before…
  • “I’m sorry if it bothers you, my love. It’s just your sister reminds me a lot of you, she’s very creative and smart, I’m just encouraging her to be her best self, just like you already are.”
  • HOLY SHIT! Is this man even real? You feel your face on fire, how can he say things like this and look so stoic while you’re a blushing mess?
  • But you manage to calm down when he laughs before giving you a little peck in the lips.

Saeyoung

  • A pocket version of you! Yay!!!
  • Forget your family, he just says a quick hi and goes straight to your sister. Who’s the kid here? It’s hard to tell…
  • He runs around with her everywhere. Piggy rides, hide and seek, he even lets her wear his glasses. Not too much, because she can have a headache and he… needs them to see.
  • You think it’s adorable, but he completely forgets about you the whole day, it’s all about mini-MC. You’re starting to miss him, even his bad puns and silly pranks…
  • You know how much he would tease you if you brought up something like this, so you don’t say anything.
  • And you keep saying anything even in your way back home, he just assumes you’re tired. “I’m tired too, mini-MC couldn’t give me a rest!” he sighs “It’s so nice, right? See kids being kids, being able to have fun and go crazy…”
  • Oh… you know what this is about… stupid brat! Of course he would like to hang out more with a kid, he never had the chance to be one! His childhood was hell, of course he would compensate a little being an adult!
  • Ah…  he’s gonna be such a great father one day and… wait! Are you really thinking about this? Right now?
  • “And she looks so much like you! Do you think our kids will look more like you or more like me?” “We’ll only know if we try… I-I’m ready!  You… do you feel ready to try?” the way he brakes the car and smiles at you can only mean “yes”.
“Hot Tub” (J-Hope Smut)

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Title: Hot Tub

Featuring: J-Hope (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17. Hot tub sex! :D

Summary: You, J-Hope, and a hot tub.

Requested by j-alifr!


Hoseok eased into the hot tub, sighing as his arms rested against the edge and his head lulled back, the warm bubbles rippling against his sore muscles after a long day of practice. A small splish-splash of water caused him to rise back up and open his eyes, smirking as he watched you sink into the water across from him.

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The Nothing I Wanted to Tell You (pt. 1)

Shoutout to @gayradwhitedad for being my friend and making sad headcannons with me

Summary: A few months after the SQUIP incident, Jeremy gets a fever, leaving Michael to take care of him. As his fever rises, Jeremy begins to break down in front of his best friend in a way Michael never would have imagined. 

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The Daily Prophet - Draco Malfoy

Requested by anonymous.

Really, you had tried to be as careful as can be. Each “date” that you and Draco went on, was in absolute privacy. Your best friend was the only one you told, and that was because they followed you when they saw you acting suspicious. You knew that Draco wouldn’t have told anyone either. Your relationship was still pretty fresh, so keeping it down low was a priority.

So imagine your surprise when one morning, while sitting in the Great Hall, instead of your brother flopping down next to you, its a copy of the Daily Prophet, with your face on it. Of course, it wasn’t fair to say that it was just your face, as your face wasn’t really all that in it, and you weren’t the only one in it, either. A very candid shot of you and Draco snogging graced the cover. 

Looking up, you saw Harry staring at you in disbelief. You opened your mouth, trying to find the words to say. Instead, you looked back down at the article, of course, “artfully penned” by Rita Skeeter.

“Harry-”

“Save it,” he said, storming off. You tried to follow him, but as you tried to stand, Fred and George moved on either side of you, eyeing the Prophet.

You studied the doors into the Great Hall, waiting for Draco to enter. However, he never showed up. You made your way towards your first class, Potions, and caught his flash of white-blonde hair. Deciding to ignore your class, you ran after him.

“Draco! Draco, wait up!” He finally turned around and a small smile grew on his face. You met up with him and put a hand on his arm. He pulled away and looked around nervously.

“What are you doing? What if someone sees us?” You sighed, realizing that he didn’t know about the paper, yet. “Don’t you have Potions right now?”

“Yes, but there’s something I need to talk to you about-”

“It can wait. Snape’s in a horrendous mood. Go,” he said, walking towards the stairs. For the second time that day, you found yourself speechless, and for the same man. Reluctantly, you made your way to potions, just a minute before Snape got in there, too. 

You had double potions that day, so by the time class was over, it was time for lunch. When you walked into the Great Hall, your eyes were immediately drawn to your brother. However, Harry didn’t notice as he was currently glaring at Malfoy from across the hall. Looking over at your boyfriend, you saw him staring him down, too. 

“Dammit, Harry,” you said, sliding in between he and Ron. “What are you doing?” He looked over at you, and his expression softened a bit more.

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” he said, in a way that almost certainly meant he wasn’t fine. 

“Can we at least talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about?” he huffed.

“Harry, do you even care that Rita was following me? How do you think she got this photo? I didn’t just march down to her office and hand it to her.” He sighed, and you could see him start to calm a little.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything. I don’t like when you ignore me.” He smiled slightly and you relaxed, too. “I didn’t want to keep it a secret from you, Harry, but you know how you and Draco feel about each other.” He cringed a bit at the fact that you called him Draco and not Malfoy. 

“Why does it have to be him?” he asked. You laughed a little and shrugged.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want it to be him either.” 

“What if I set you up with one of the Weasley twins? I hear they’re a riot.”

“Harry-”

“Or what about that Crabbe? He’s pretty fetching.”

“Harry!” He looked over at you and smiled. “I like Draco, and you can’t change that.” He sighed and nodded.

“I know.”

“So you’ll be nice to him.”

“Hell no,” Ron interjected, clearly eavesdropping on your conversation. You looked over at him and shot him a look. “Draco has treated Harry like shit all through school-”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try, Ron,” Harry said, giving him the same look you gave him. Ron blushed and turned back to his soup. “I do mean it, Y/N. I’ll try to be at least tolerable to Malfoy.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. 

“That’s all I ask.” You hopped out of your seat and walked towards Slytherin table. You sat down next to Draco, who looked paler than usual. You reached your hand under the table and took his hand in yours. By this time, everyone in school had already read the Prophet, and knew about your relationship. Draco smiled and looked down at your intertwined hands.

“What about Harry?” he asked, looking over towards Gryffindor table.

“He promised to try, as long as you do, too.” He sighed and you rolled your eyes.

“Come on. You got to like me, what’s so different about him?”

“He doesn’t have your eyes.” You snorted.

“No, actually, he does.” He glanced over at you with a frown.

“You know what I mean. He’s not you. He’s Potter.” 

“Draco, please. You knew that this would have to happen some day.”

“Yes, but I hoped it would be a day when we didn’t have to sit across from him everyday.”

“Hey, he is my brother.” He sighed.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just so mad about this Prophet thing. How did Rita Skeeter even get this picture of us?”

“I have no idea,” you said, leaning against his shoulder. At first, it felt awkward, sitting like that in full view of everyone else. However, it grew more natural as the seconds went on, and you knew it wouldn’t last like this forever. 

“I promise to be polite to Harry if he helps us find out how she got this picture.” You jumped up and grinned before leaning in to kiss him.

“Thank you, Draco.” He smiled and nodded, before looking back across the hall and seeing Harry staring at him again. He gulped and stopped smiling immediately, looking back down at his soup.

Q imagine! (Joker x reader!)

Q

You let your brother Sal crash at your place last night due to the fact he was drunk off his ass and kept mumbling about some peanut butter scandal and some weird pair of pants. You couldn’t really talk that bad about it because Sal had saved your ass when your were younger from getting in trouble all the time. But this was the 4th time this month he had to be dropped off at your house because no one else was willing to put up with his snoring.
Sal was already passed out on the couch so you decided to grab a blanket and cover him up, as you were laying the blanket down there was a knock at your door which is odd considering it’s 2:45 am. You walked over to your door and looked out the peep hole in the door to see Sal’s friend Brian.
Swinging the door open he smiled and opened his arms for a hug which you happily gave him.
“Hey y/n how’s it going?”
Rolling your eyes you sighed and pointed back to a snoring Sal making Q laugh a little
“Well actually I’m here because he left his keys and wallet in my jeep I thought he would like to have those things ha”
You laughed a bit and took the keys and wallet from him
“Gah Sal’s lucky I love him so much I wouldn’t let most drunk men crash at my house.”
Q smiled a bit and leaned against the door frame.
“Oh so you wouldn’t let me or the rest of the guys come over and crash if we were drunk?”
Your eyes got a little big as you began to apologize to him because of course you would let them they are brothers to you!
“Woah woah woah no! Of course I would let you guys but in all honesty there wouldn’t be much reasoning for you to!”
His eyebrows furrowed together and a questioning look washed over his face
“What do tho mean we wouldn’t have reasoning to?”
I sighed and invited him to come in which he didn’t even hesitate to answer.
“There are beers in the fridge we can go talk on the balcony if you’d like.”
He nodded his head and made his way to the fridge
“Yeah I don’t want to listen to Sal sounding like a lawn mower.”
He grabbed some beers and followed you back to your room where the balcony was. You slid the door open for him since he already had drinks in his hands.
Turning around to let him go first you saw Q looking around admiring your room.
“Woah I like your ghostbuster poster you know it’s my fav-”
You cut him off and finished his sentence for him.
“Favorite movie yeah man for as many times I’ve hung out with there is probably 2 times I can think of that you didn’t mention it.”
He laughed and made his way to the balcony where there were chairs and a table and some white Christmas lights hanging everywhere.
“How is it I’ve known you for longer than 15 years and I’ve never seen how cool your apartment is?”
You giggled at him as he took his seat and you slid the door shut behind you.
“Probably because I have Sal as a brother and he doesn’t like me hanging out with you guys if he isn’t there.”
Brian shrugged at your statement and gave it some thought
“That is true he’s weird about that but in all honesty I miss hanging out with you like we all used to! You always crack me up Y/N!”
His comment made you blush it’s a good thing the one lighting was the lights and the glow from the city lights.
“Actually Y/N I just thought of something”
Q leaned a bit closer to the table and putting his beer down on the table
“And that thought is??”
You asked because he hadn’t said anything which made him chuckle to himself.
“Sal is always such a cry baby on the show I think we should have you come on unexpectedly!”
Leaning back in your chair you took a swig of your beer and laughed
“What would I even do! I mean I’m all in because it’ll make Sal blow a casket! But I’m not even funny like you guys!”
He grinned at you and grabbed his beer leaning back like you had done seconds before.
“Actually we are shooting tomorrow and it’s me Murr and Sal because we all have a thumbs down and Joe doesn’t!! So basically we are supposed to be in the park and each of us are supposed to pick someone to be our significant other and make the other guys uncomfortable so they say stop.”
Your eyebrows stitched together as you tied to comprehend what he was saying
“Okay okay here I’ll give an example… so let’s say Murr is the one in public and he has to try to make Joe uncomfortable and say stop. So Murr would pick someone like Joe’s sister to be his significant other and try to make joe tell them to stop! And if Joe says stop within the given time he would get a thumbs down and if he doesn’t say stop Murr would”
After hearing the example it made much more sense to you and you nodded.
“Wait so does that mean you are asking me to play your significant other?”
Brian smiled at you and then took a sip of his beer
“I suppose I am! Please you’re the only person I know that Sal would say stop to!”
You let his words ponder a bit in your mind before you gave him an answer
“And plus you’re not bad to look at”
He mumbled under his breath but not loud enough for you to hear.
“Yeah I’m in! Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there!”
Brian cheered and did a small happy dance and continued to thank you
“Yesss I’m so excited for this Sal is going to shit a brick!! Oh but before you 100% agree you have to know that this is to make him uncomfortable so…um you might have to make out with me in public.”
My eyes got a little wide and I knew even in this lighting he would be able to tell I was blushing
“I don’t see a problem with that”
You replied taking Brian back a bit. You had always found him cute but Sal had forbid you since high school to ever even look at his friends in that way. But you’re a grown ass woman now so fuck it!
“This is going to be awesome!”
Brian half yelled making you chuckle at him. The night drug on and the two of you sat outside and lost the track of time it was such a nice feeling until you looked at your phone and saw it was about 4 in the morning. Brian got up and began to head out but he was obviously too tired to drive.
“Stay here Brian I won’t mind its already so early.”
He shook his head no and protested but you would have none of that there was no way in hell you would let him drive home this early and with a few beers in him.
“You can take my bed I’ll go sleep in the recliner”
You turned to go ahead and leave but he grabbed your arm and turned you around in one swift movement
“No no no! We are grown adults and I’m not letting you not sleep in your own bed!”
You sighed why did he have to be so nice to you
“I supposed we could share my bed if you wouldn’t mind…”
You felt like a little girl talking to him, he made your heart skip a beat when he looked at you.
“I wouldn’t mind at all actually I usually sleep with my cats so I’m used to only having one side of the bed.”
You tried to laugh some but you both were just too sleepy to function. The both of you plopped down on your bed and the second your heads hit the pillows you both were out like a light.

When you woke up it was about noonish you looked to your side and saw Brian who was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful in his sleep it was quite adorable actually it made you smile to yourself. You decided it was about time for you to get up so you tried to but Brian’s arm was laced around your abdomen. He felt you try to move and so he squeezed you tighter and made an annoyed grunt.
“So you’re up?”
You asked all could do was mumble a mhm
“Come on don’t you have to shoot today for the show?”
His eyes somewhat opened to be met with yours. A grin spread across his face until you both heard a very hung over Sal puke.
“Y/N! IM A MESS PLEASE HELP ME”
You laughed a bit and got up finally
“Hey Y/N I’m going to go ahead and leave so Sal doesn’t freak out maybe he won’t see me but hey the filming is today around 3:30 ish state park!”
You nodded and showed Brian the way and without being noticed by Sal as well. You waved goodbye to him and slowly closed the door.
“What are you doing Y/N?”
You jumped at the sound of Sal’s voice and turned around to see a very sleepy and drained Sal
“Oh hell you look pretty bad Sal let me make you some tea”
He nodded and went and sat on the couch and curled up in a ball with a blanket tied up around him.
“But what were you doing?”
You kind of panicked trying to think of some reason as to why you were just looking outside.
“I uh I wanted to see how it felt outside today”
Sal just nodded feeling too bad to even care at this point.
“I have to film today too ughhh I wanna just stay here with you”
You laughed to yourself and grabbed the tea you just made for your brother. Despite what most might think you and Sal get along pretty well except for the small arguments here and there but that’s expected. You two were like a dynamic duo who never parted way when you got older.
“Here you go it’s the tea you like”
He smiled and looked at it but didn’t move he then looked back at you with questioning eyes that made you sigh
“Yeah Sal it has honey in it”
His smile grew bigger and he grabbed the tea off the table and began to take sips.
“Do you want me to take you to work today?”
You asked already knowing the answer since his car was still at Murr’s house.
“Actually will you come on set with me today if you’re not busy? You’re the only person I trust to take care of me when I’m sick.”
You giggled at him and laid back into the couch and so did he
“You’re not sick you’re hungover”
Sal pouted at you hoping that it would get you to say yes even though you probably would end up going no matter how you felt because you loved him.
“Yeah yeah I’ll go… I’ll bring some blankets in the car too and I have some BC powder if you start to get a head ache.”
Sal began to get up putting the blanket back down on the couch
“Im going to take a shower we start shooting at 3:30 and at the park”
You gave him a thumbs up and began to get up as well.
You both started getting ready and all that jazz until 3:15 came around and both of you were ready to leave… Sal always made you late though no matter how early you left. Soon both of you were in the car and on your way to the park, which you arrived at 3:45 because Sal made you take a wrong turn.
The both of you got out of the car and you grabbed a blanket in case Sal would need it but also slightly for you because it was cold today. You followed Sal to where the location was until you found where the guys were.
You were greeted with hugs and cheek kisses from all of the guys.
“So Y/N what are you doing on set today?”
Murr asked politely as you set your stuff down next to you
“Well Sal wasn’t feeling 100% this morning and said he didn’t trust you guys to take care of him so I guess I’m here to be moral support? Haha”
The guys laughed and Sal put an arm around you and squeezed you tight.
“Also no one here will clean me up if I vomit on myself”
You stepped away from him making everyone laugh again.
Soon all the guys were called to go ahead and shoot the intro explaining what’s happening and to go ahead and start. You watched from the tent of all the tech things that their crew had set up where you saw the girls that the guys had brought to make the other guys uncomfortable.
The first guy out was Murr and his goal was to make Q uncomfortable which is a pretty hard task. He stepped out and made his way to a woman that even you recognized. It was Q’s ex who is somehow out of jail.
“Is that the woman you lost your virginity to Q?”
Joe asked with enthusiasm in his voice.
“Why yes Joe is it”
Murr replied as he walked over and attempted to make Brian uncomfortable in 5 minutes but it didn’t work and so Murr got the thumbs down.
“Dammit man I really thought that would work!”
Murr yelled as he walked back to the guys making you laugh.
Next it was Sal’s turn to
Make Murr uncomfortable and she called the perfect person to do so.
“IS THAT MY EX!?”
Murr screeched into the microphone
“Why the one you cheated on?? Yes it is.”
Sal replied as he made his way over to her. Everyone thought that Murr would win but as soon as Sal went In for the kiss Murr screamed no which shocked everyone.
Sal came back to the guys while Murr pouted making everyone laugh.
Next it was Brian’s turn to make Sal uncomfortable which meant it was show time for you. The tech guys put a mic on you and showed you where to sit even the tech guys were giddy to see what Sal would do. You even got an ear piece so you could hear what the guys said which made everything funnier. You could hear them talking as you sat down on the bench.
“Hm Brian it’s your turn”
Joe laughed a bit as Brian agreed and started walking you way.
“I swear to god if it’s my mother I lose my mind”
Sal laughed a bit but you could hear in his voice that he was nervous.
“Ay Sal what would be worse than your mother?”
Murr asked and you could hear Sal sigh.
“Well my sister but that’s impossible she’s here for me bec-”
Sal stopped talking as soon as he saw you on the screen as Brian walked up to you.
“IS THAT MY SISTER Y/N WHAT THE HELL!?”
Sal screamed making you chuckle
A bit.
Eventually Brian sat next to you and made you look up from the book you were reading.
“Oh Brian hi!”
You heard the guys laugh over the head set, they had convinced Sal that you had no clue about the skit they were doing and that you didn’t know you were being filmed just to see how much Sal would flip.
Brian put a hand on your thigh and smiled at you.
“I’ve missed you y/n”
He said which gave you the perfect idea to act as if this was an on going affair which hopefully he would play along to make it funnier.
“Not now Brian! We are in public and not to mention Sal is here!”
He smiled at you and knew exactly what you were doing which just made everything better you could hear Sal losing his mind on the other end but you couldn’t care less.
“Y/N baby girl please I can’t keep hiding this!”
You giggled a bit at him and closed the book that was in your lap and set it to the side.
“I know you don’t want to keep hiding this but we have to!”
Brian groaned loudly and grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him and moved his hand closer to your inner thigh.
“Why so I can watch all these men look at you!? Baby no one can make you feel the way I do don’t you remember the way you screamed my name two night ago?”
You started blushing but to hide your smile you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Sal was screaming now yelling at Q to stop but he didn’t get up oddly. Brian picked your face up by your chin and looked at you in the eyes which was very unexpected, although you knew this was just a challenge deep down it felt like more it was electric what the two of you had. Sal was screaming by now
“Q I SAID STOP WHAT THE HELL I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU”
He screamed Brian help up I finger to symbolize him saying hold on as her took out his ear piece and examined it before stuffing it in his pocket.
A confused look washed over your face until he grabbed your face gently and pressed his lips on to yours which took you by shock. Once you realized what was happening you moved your lips in sync with his it was the most breath taking moment you’ve had in a while.
Slowly you both moved back and looked at each other for a while.
“Y/N”
He said in a deep serious voice
“Yes?”
You questioned
“I want you to know that, that wasn’t me doing the challenge”
A grin pulled on the corners of your mouth and you impulsively grabbed his face and gave him a quick kiss which took him by surprise.
“I was hoping you would say something like that”
Brian hugged you tightly but let go as soon as you heard your brothers foot steps and loud voice.
“I SWEAR I AM GOING TO MURDER THEM MYSELF LET ME GO”
He screamed as Joe and Murr tried to stop him.
“I suggest the two you you start running now!”
Joe Called out to you which you both did. Brian grabbed your hand and began to run with you to his jeep. As soon as you both were inside he locked the doors and let out a sigh before looking at you.
“Hey Y/N”
You turned to look at him with a smiled
“Yeah Brian?”
He grabbed a hold of your hand and squeezed it bit.
“Although I feel as if I know the answer I’d like to take you out to dinner before I ask a girl to be mine”
You couldn’t have been happier all you did was grin and kiss his cheek
“I’d like that a lot”
You responded as he turned on his car to get away from your crazed brother.
“Good me too”

Always Mine

Some more Rafael to end this fabulous Friday!!! Thank you @yourtropegirl for a magical week. And as always for @svu-stories who inspires me in more ways than she will ever know!!! :)

Mi amor, it’s only for one weekend.”

You hadn’t even so much as looked him in the eye since he came home with the suggestion. Two days and one lazy night in the country (translation New Jersey) held a certain appeal. And he had thought of everything, the lakefront bed and breakfast less than half an hour from a local winery to taste the wares with assorted cheeses. Followed by an excursion to pluck fresh strawberries; a small part of you could already taste the tart juice tinging your tongue. All of it concluding with an Italian dinner at a place so exclusive that there wasn’t even a sign marking the entrance. How he would find it in the car you would have to rent was beside the point. Your dearest most darling husband had an agenda worthy of your profession, your personality.

But for all his intricate planning, one detail had escaped Rafael Barba’s mind.

“Please don’t walk away from me,” he moaned, trailing after you as you angrily dealt with the laundry, not caring if you were balling up his socks the right way or if his shirts were hung in a descending pattern of color coordination.

“And your mother can’t help?” you asked, finally giving him something in the way of an answer if not your eyes.

Mamis got this teacher’s meeting,” Rafael said, reaching for your arm. But you recoiled before his fingers could so much as curl around your wrist.

“So change our plans,” you huffed as you slammed a drawer shut and retreated into the bathroom to run the water and scrub your hands together until he stopped you with a lame joke about scratching the skin away if you kept at it.

“As if you would care,” you said through clenched teeth, just catching a quick glimpse of him in the mirror with sagging shoulders and a weary sigh.

“Of course I care, mi amor,” he insisted. “I planned this for you. You deserve a break. We both do.”

Turning the faucet off sharply and facing him with your hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes into a tight glare and watched him shrink in the doorway, feeling your nostrils flaring as you spoke.

“And Jingles deserves to be punished because you’re tired?” you challenged, stressing the last word as he released the smallest of laughs. “This is funny to you, Rafael?”

“It is a hotel for pets,” he said. “She’ll have her own little condo.”

“That’s a cute way of saying cage,” you spat back.

“You are so melodramatic sometimes,” he sighed.

“Which is a not so nice way of calling me ridiculous.”

“Keep this up and we’ll get there.”

Your next response came out as little more than a frustrated growl, and you pushed past him, furious that he could be so heartless. Making a beeline for the couch, you fell to your knees and found Jingles hiding under the furniture. You scooped her into your arms to stroke the top of her furry head, whispering into her soft ears.

“Sorry, sweetie,” you soothed. “You just hate to hear Mommy and Daddy fight.”

“Who’s fighting?” Rafael asked, emerging from the bedroom. “I’m not fighting.”

“Someone insults me and that’s what I call it.”

Mi amor…”

He sank to the cushions, ready to run his fingers through your hair when you flinched again. But Jingles maneuvered between the pair of you, bridging the gap as her own version of a peace offering until he settled for playing with her whiskers.

“I love you,” he started. “I love the cat. It would have been ideal if Mami could have taken her—”

“Or just stayed here,” you said, still sulking.

“You… fine. Or just stayed here,” he echoed. “But this place is top notch. The staff seems very caring. There’s even a little camera right outside her kennel. All we have to do is log on to their website, and we can check in as much as you want.”

“What’s that?” you asked. “The Big Brother package?”

“I’m calling it,” he said, rising swiftly and rubbing his hands against his slacks. “You are brilliant and beautiful and being utterly ridiculous.”

“Not in front of the cat,” you warned him as he threw his hands up in the air. “No worries, Rafael. Better I find this out now before we bring a baby home.”

For a second he looked as if he would explode into a litany of words that you would only half understand, but somehow, he kept his voice calm.

“You do realize that our son or daughter will have to go to school. And play dates. And horror of horrors summer camp.”

“I don’t think that this is the same…”

Your words came to a halt as Jingles curled into your cheek, her sandpaper tongue just meeting your skin as you suddenly realized what you were saying, that his points were well made….

…and that maybe you did sound the slightest bit ridiculous as you managed a smile and met his eyes.

“You really think that she’ll be okay?” you asked.

“Only the best for all our babies,” he promised, his hands surrounding your face so he could kiss the tip of your nose and then Jingles in turn.

“I just… I worry about her,” you said. “I’d hate for her to think that we were abandoning her again.”

“Never going to happen on our watch,” Rafael said. “She’s getting even better digs than we are. Plus, daily groomings and all kinds of fun new food.”

“Not that,” you said as your face began to soften under his touch. “If she goes, she goes with a lunchbox and the food that I have selected.”

“Is this you warming up to the idea?” he asked, pressing two fingers under your chin, his mouth just meeting yours as you smiled against the line of his lips.

“This… this is me saying that we’ll check it out. If and only if it’s up to my standards… I’ll consider it.”

Mi amor…”

He started to help you to your feet, his arms almost encircling your waist when you let Jingles climb to your shoulder and pressed one palm to his chest.

“But she better have the best cage… condo in the joint.”

“Whatever the cost,” he promised. “Anything and everything for you.”


No one could accuse the website of false advertising. Stepping through a refurbished wooden door, you took in a state of the art room with pristine floors and wide windows looking out at a patch of private courtyard adorned with fountains and several sorts of flowers. Two member of the staff were already walking and playing with a Boston Bull and a Golden Retriever, and you saw other cats in spacious pens that could accommodate a small child with pillowed shelves and tons of toys.

“Don’t worry; I have your things right here,” you said, bending down to the cat carrier to show Jingles the small purple bag containing her catnip pillow, her yellow ball with a bell—

“And I… I brought this, too.”

From his pocket, Rafael revealed one of his socks that had lost its mate in the laundry, a series of red and silver stripes that Jingles took possession of and would never in a million years relinquish.

“That was sweet of you,” your said, standing to lightly peck his cheek and just noticing the tension in his jawline.

“It is nice here, Rafael,” you continued as a woman in bright blue scrubs and a bouncy blonde ponytail sauntered forward to shake your hands.

“Mr. Barba!” she said. “Great to see you again.”

“Likewise,” he said as he introduced you, and the blonde unzipped the black case to pull Jingles out.

“And hello to you, Miss Jingles,” the woman said. The cat’s eyes were wide for all of an instant, and you feared that Jingles might fly up the walls when she nuzzled her head against the woman’s neck, her purrs harmonizing with the blonde’s gentle voice.

“I hear that this is the first time you’re away from home,” she continued.

“Since we got her,” you confirmed. “I… I can’t help but feel a little nervous.

“Understood, Mrs. Barba,” she said, her hand falling to your shoulder as her voice and her smile began to make you feel more and more at ease. “But we’ll make this a fun vacation for her, too.”

The blonde handled Jingles with a firm but caring hand, walking her around the room so she could get a feel for the space and take in the sight of the other cats seemingly content in their condos. Not one of them so much as hissed, and even as you couldn’t help but bite on your lower lip, you felt yourself leaning into the idea that she would make it through the short stay.

“Where are you going to put her?”

Rafael’s voice cut into your thoughts, and you turned to see him shuffling his feet and fidgeting with his hands in his pockets.

“Here we go,” the blonde said as she stood before an open kennel and set Jingles down on the highest shelf. Her face looked so sad through the thin black bars, and you were on the verge of taking her back and making a run for it when the cat simply curled in a ball and turned her gaze towards the window to watch the puppy dogs play before closing her eyes.

“Wow,” you muttered under your breath, feeling every inch a proud parent as she settled into her surroundings and you linked your arm in Rafael’s. “Good girl.”

“Cats are very adaptable,” the blonde assured you, taking the bag of Jingles’ toys and setting them all down in the tray so she could play whenever the mood struck her. Returning her smile as she latched the door, you decided that maybe it was best to bite the bullet and let your itty-bitty kitty stretch her wings. Or in Jingles’ case the leg leading to the paw that batted at the bar. She started to draw back when Rafael left your side. One of his long fingers inched through the opening, and he tapped his nail near Jingles’ little nose.

“Let me just get the login info so you can peek on her!” the blonde chirped, leaving you alone in the room.

“I think it will be okay,” you said, rubbing Rafael’s back and blowing kisses to the kitty. Trying to take his arm again, you found him frozen to the floor and inched closer to the window in search of his eyes.

“Rafael?” you asked. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said, quickly kissing your cheek and giving Jingles’ ears one last scratch with his index finger before he finally moved towards the reception area where the blonde was waiting.

“Wait. We…”

“What is it?” you asked.

“The sock should be on the shelf. You know it’s her favorite.”

“Right. I’ll just ask the lady…”

Leaving him alone, you met the blonde and heard her lilting laugh.

“Such a sweet guy,” she said, nodding towards Rafael working the latch to set the sock in its proper place. “You know he checked us our three times before he even made the reservation.”

“He did?” you asked.

“Said we had to rate five stars before he’d even book your trip.”

Which was something that your husband had not shared with you. When you thought that this was the final punctuation mark at the end of the sentence instead of the first stroke of his pen. Which made you feel ridiculous for questioning his love for the cat and any other baby you might bring into your home.

“He is the sweetest guy,” your murmured, determined to show him how much you adored him the second you started sipping wine and suckling strawberries. He definitely deserved the trip and then some, and you walked back to him, to say your goodbyes only to see him shaking his head.

“No.”

“Rafael? What do you—?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do…

Avoiding your eyes, Rafael turned to the blonde.

“This won’t work.”

“Mr. Barba, you have one of the best cat condos.”

“I know that. Plus, the cameras. And you seem nothing but kind.”

“So…”

She said nothing else, and you watched without words as Rafael undid the latch to pick Jingles up, bypassing the cat carrier and tucking her inside his jacket.

“So nothing!” he barked back, rivaling the Boston Bull coming in from the courtyard. “I’m free to change my mind. And I’ll even let you keep the deposit. But I’m not… I can’t leave my cat here and have anything close to a good time.”

Still he failed to meet your gaze, walking out the way you came as you gathered the rest of the toys with a slack jaw and saw the blonde’s eyes stunned as they fixed on the door just slammed shut.

“I didn’t see that coming,” she said.

“No. But I should have.”

Joining Rafael in the rented car that was never going to leave Manhattan, you sat beside him as he kept Jingles close to his chest, his free hand picking at the steering wheel.

“Don’t say it,” he muttered.

“I’m not… what do you think I’m going to say?”

“That I’m ridiculous.”

Because he planned a perfect trip and tried to dot every “I” and cross every “T.” Because he found a place for the cat better than most day cares…

…because when push came to shove he couldn’t let her go.

“Not at all,” you said, winding one arm around his shoulders to kiss his cheeks and then his lips. “Maybe it is going to be a chore to send a little one to camp…”

“I’m not living this down.”

“I don’t want you to,” you said. “I want you like this. Forever. And always mine.”

Slowly, he gave you back his smile, his cheeks flushed as he rested his chin on top of Jingles’ head.

Te adoro, mi amor,” he said, his voice soft and his kiss far more tender. Jingles pawed at your lap and started batting his old sock back and forth as he twirled a lock of your hair in his hand.

“What now?” he asked. “We’re out all this money.”

“I don’t care.”

“We do still have the weekend…”

You retired to your apartment with bottles of inexpensive wine, strawberries from the corner market and Italian that was anything but exclusive from Baraducci’s. To binge watch old M*A*S*H episodes and debate the best version of the ensemble cast until any action on the screen had nothing on the pleasures in his arms.

And as you fell asleep in his embrace with Jingles sticking close to Rafael’s pillow, you knew that you never wanted life any other way.

Evan Peters Imagine: His Artist

Imagine being Evan’s sfx artist and when interviews ask about the effects he gets really flustered.

Evan was on live tv, talking to an interviewer. He was happily answering questions and was quite calm. That was until the interviewer asked about you. She smiled at Evan. “So, your makeup artist, (y/n) (l/n), do you enjoy working with them?” Evan’s face flushed bright pink and he got a big smile on his face. “Uh, y-yeah I’d say so…” He looked down and hid behind his hand for a second. “They’re great, really really great.” He giggled quietly. The lady smiled back. “Oh really? Do you find their makeup work to be quite impressive?” He shifted to sit more upright and nodded rapidly. “Of course, (y/n)’s work is completely amazing! They’re so great at just, everything honestly…” he started to space out. “and they’re so nice, and sweet, and pretty…” He sighed happily. The interviewer laughed softly and looked at the camera. “It seems like a workplace romance may be bubbling up.”

Originally posted by lord-bat-jesus

The Last Train (Part Six)

Originally posted by tekukii

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Pairing: Taehyung (V) x Female!Reader
Featuring:
Jungkook
Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut
Contains: mentions of cheating
Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: For my birthday I decided to push through with this chapter (and I still end up late). So here’s my birthday gift for myself to all of you? Does that make sense?


The two of you walked into the cafe. Jungkook waved you over from the back of the store. He stood up as you got close to the table, Taehyung quietly followed after you. Your head was spinning from your heart pounding so hard in your chest.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted you and followed it up with a hard kiss on the lips.

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Let Me Show You Off (Robb Stark)

Sentence Prompt: #10 - “Please Don’t Make Me Socialise.” - Anonymous.

Word Count: 2023

You drop down onto your couch with a huff, dropping your bag at your feet and laying your head back as you close your eyes. You had been extremely busy at work today and your boss had asked you to stay on for an extra two hours, you’d agreed as you needed the money, but now you were exhausted and all you could think about was going to bed.

You’d decided while you were doing your extra hours at work that once you got home you would take a long bath, order a take away, put on a movie and not move from the couch. You were thankful tomorrow was your day off or you knew you’d be asleep in bed already.

A groan escapes your lips as your phone starts to ring, your phone was buried at the bottom of your bag and you decided to just ignore it and let it go to answer phone. It rang for a long time and once it had finally cut off another sound came from your bag signalling you had a new text. You sighed and sat up, clearly someone wanted you for something and you were too nice just to ignore them.

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A one night stand with a mafia member. (pt. 1)

Genre: Mafia!BTS (bc holy fuck do I love this concept)

Pairing: Jimin x reader 

Warnings: Violence & Alcohol

Word count: 1.2k

(A/N): (( despite the title there’s no smut in this ))

Pt.2 ) (PT.3) (PT.4) (pt. 5)

Originally posted by suga-com

The slam of your shot glass hit the counter top. You had just had one of the worst days at work ever and being completely wasted didn’t sound like a bad idea. When you took your sixth shot you noticed a guy across the bar looking over at you. You looked around to make sure he was really looking at you because holy shit was he hot. He laughed seeing you doubt the fact he was looking in your direction. You felt yourself blush. He had light blonde hair, the most beautiful brown eyes, and had the cutest smile you had ever seen. When he got up and starting walking over to you, you panicked. You instantly downed the shot in your hand. You’re gonna need it if you were going to be confident enough to talk to him. Sometimes you really hated being shy but thank god the alcohol would help.

“Come here alone?” He asked, flashing his gorgeous smile again. You nodded slowly. “Just needed to escape my work.”

He laughed. “I get that. Works been a little rough with me too.” He sat down in the seat next to you. “My name’s Jimin.”

You ordered another drink and turned in his direction. “(Y/N). Nice to meet you.” You smiled at him. Jimin stared at you for a second before speaking “..I really hope this isn’t too forward but you’re really pretty.” You almost choked on your drink. “You don’t do this all the time do you? I’m not really here to get laid so if that’s what you want I don’t care how hot you are-“ He shook his head. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that!….I mean if you were looking for that I wouldn’t mind either.” He said looking you up and down. You blushed and stood up but almost fell over. Jimin jumped up and caught you.

“Whoa careful…Maybe you’ve had too much to drink.” He stated, holding you. You couldn’t even listen to him nagging you as you were pressed against his chest. Maybe a One-night stand wasn’t bad either. I mean you already had a bad day and being drunk really isn’t doing anything to make you feel better. You looked up at him slowly, grabbing his face, and kissed him. He looked down at you and closed his eyes slowly, kissing you back.  The kissing turned into making out which turned to be a little touchy. He pulled away.

“Since you’re too drunk to drive, Can I take you home?” he offered but you shook your head. “I wanna go back to your place” 

He helps you out to his car and as he was driving there you looked over at him just to glance at him. You leaned against his arm but started to doze off. 

The next thing you know it’s morning and you’re in some strange apartment. Everything was way too fancy and expensive to be yours and when you turned around there wasn’t anyone there. A note on the night stand caught your eye. It read: “Call me later -Jimin” and under that was a phone number. Jimin? You tried to remember what happened but you couldn’t and the headache you had wasn’t helping much either. You looked down at your clothes seeing that you were only wearing one of what you assumed to be Jimin’s shirts and your own underwear. You got dressed and ran out of the apartment.

When you got home you laid down in your own bed deciding to call Jimin since you thought it was pretty important to know what happened last night instead of thinking up weird scenarios in your head.

“Hello?” He answered sounding out of breath. You got nervous remembering his voice. “H-hey Jimin…” He chuckled a little but he sounded in pain. “(Y/N)….I really fucked up…”He groaned in pain. A sudden rush of panic hit you. “Jimin? What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

“…..You can’t come here it’s not safe-“ he managed. You doubted this for a second. Why should you care so much about a one night stand? What if he really isn’t in trouble? You don’t even know him and this could get you hurt. “Look don’t argue with me tell me where you are!” The words came out before you even made a decision on helping him. He told you where he was and you ran there without thinking. You needed to know what the hell was going on.

When you finally got there Jimin was siting against the wall in an alley, bleeding with a knife lodged into his side. You ran to his side and held his hand. “I’m calling 911, okay??” He shook his head and grabbed the phone out of your hand. “Get my phone and call Namjoon…” You were annoyed he wasn’t listening but you did as you were told.

It only took a few minutes for a car to pull up and a handsome brown haired guy stepped out. He came out and helped Jimin up, taking him to the car. You followed and sat next to Jimin in the car. The boy driving looked in the rear view mirror. “You must be the pretty voice on the phone.” You weren’t really in the mood for flirting while Jimin was hurt. “….You must be Namjoon.” He shook his head. “Jungkook. Namjoon sent me to pick Jimin up.”

“Why are you picking him up when I could have just called an ambulance?” You asked a little rudely but it was only because you were worried. Jungkook laughed. “Guess you’re gonna have to explain that later, huh Jimin?” Jimin groaned and gave Jungkook a dirty look. When you arrived Jimin was taken to a separate room while you had to wait outside when they helped him. They let you in to see him after he was bandaged up. You hugged him which made him groan in pain but he smiled. “Thanks for helping me…”

You sat next to him on the bed. “It wasn’t my intention but I’m glad I did.”

He adjusted himself and turned to look at you. “What did you call me for in the first place?” You felt a little embarrassed talking about it in person.

“…What..um…Did we do last night…?” You asked shyly. He laughed lightly. “(Y/N)..We didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re worried about. You were too wasted to be left alone so I let you stay over. If I would have left you at the bar some douchebag would probably have taken advantage of you.” You looked up again. “We really didn’t do anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m saving that for when you’re sober and when you’ll remember how good I am.”

You blushed, making him giggle again. His laugh was so attractive….damn it. You’re getting sidetracked again. “What was jungkook talking about in the car? What would you have to explain to me?”

He looked away from you. “…..You probably won’t want to see me again if you knew.” You felt yourself lean closer to him and you reached your hand out, turning his face to look at you. “I think you owe me this since I saved your life.”

He took your hand and kissed it. “Well I guess it as nice knowing you. Too bad you would have made a really hot girlfriend too. (Y/N)…..I’m in a gang..Like a mafia gang.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding right? You wouldn’t be so nice if that was true!-”

He sighed. “I have feelings you know. It’s just a job plus I do It because I’m really loyal to these people. They’re my family.”

Without even knowing if this was true or more like wanting to know you got up and ran out of the room slamming the door.  You didn’t want to hear anymore about this.