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World's Best Dad (Part 7)

Originally posted by xagaaga

Summary: The reader, Dean and Gracie head up to camp and have a fun first day and night together…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 4,700ish

Warnings: language, accidental feels 

A/N: My cheeks hurt from writing this. I hope you all know how much happy suffering I go through writing this series…


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Walking briskly, Draco headed towards the quidditch pitch. The Gryffindor practice had started a few minutes ago. He was normally never late but he had valiantly attempted to curb his addiction to watching Potter train. Unfortunately it seemed as though he lived to torture himself. He sighed as he hefted his too heavy bag onto his shoulder. He needed his books after all, to keep up appearances.

Harry looked around and was shocked by the depth of his disappointment. They finished their warm up lap and landed again to stretch. Harry landed sullenly and half heartedly joined in the team stretch. He wasn’t really paying attention to what anyone was saying, but he heard snickering and looked up. Fred and George were whispering behind their hands and pointing at the stands. Harry’s head whipped towards the stands, his heart racing when he spotted white blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight.

Fred shook his head as Harry whipped off his shirt, stretching extravagantly. George made a gagging noise that had Fred snorting. “Could they be any more obvious?” He asked.
“They could be as obvious as they were oblivious.” George quipped.
Fred laughed. “Right you are.”
“Hey, Fred?”
“Yes, George?”
“Should we help them along?”
Fred grinned wickedly. “It would be the kind thing to do, I think.”
George’s expression mirrored his own. “Lovely.”


Harry had put his shirt back on to fly, it was chilly otherwise. Wood had just finished yelling at him for losing focus, which happened pretty often when Malfoy happened to be studying when they had practice.
“Hiya, Harry.” Fred grinned as he pulled up next to Harry.
“Hello, Fred. How’s it going?” He asked.
“Good, wish we didn’t have to practice on such a lovely day though.” He said looking around at the perfect summer day.
“Yeah- hey why is George going to talk to Malfoy?” Harry asked, alarmed. What if George was going to ask him to stop coming to watch the practices?
“Ah, a shame really.” Fred said with sympathy. “We heard him having a fight with his ex boyfriend. Seems like a messy break up. George is probably just checking on him.” Fred shook his head sadly, unaware of the turmoil that had been unleashed. “Right nasty piece of work he was. I hope Malfoy keeps an eye open. He deserves a better guy than that.” And with that he flew away.

Draco very nearly dropped his book when one of the Weasley twins flew to a stop several feet from where he was sitting. “Hiya, Malfoy.” He said with a smile.
Draco inclined his head. “Weasley.”
“Are you enjoying the view?” Weasley asked him innocently.
“What?” Draco sputtered.
“Lovely day, isn’t it? Perfect day to be outside and view nature at its best.” He answered.
“Oh, yes.” Draco replied, relieved. “Very, um, sunny.”
Weasley laughed and came closer. “So, Draco. Why don’t you just tell Harry you like him?”
“What?!” Draco asked again, indignant. He could feel his face getting warmer. Weasley just smiled knowingly. “I came here to study. That’s all.”
“Mm. And studying with the book upside down helps, because..?” He taunted. Draco did drop the book then. He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Weasley laughed, not unkindly. “Look, don’t feel bad Malfoy. He never acts like a prat until you show up.” Draco looked up questioningly. Weasley rolled his eyes. “You know, taking off his shirt and all the posing.” Draco could only gape at him. Weasley smiled. “He was having a right sulk until you showed up today.”
“So what should I do?” He asked.
“Something, Malfoy. Please just do something.”

The next day Harry was walking alone to the library. He paused at the entrance, seeing a white blonde head bowed low over a book alone at a table. He let out a heavy breath and made his way over. “Hi, Malfoy. Do you mind if I sit here?”
Draco’s head jerked up and he dropped his quill. “Um, okay.” He frowned and got busy cleaning the mess his quill had made. He kept shooting furtive glances Harry’s way. “Actually, Potter. I wanted to ask if you’d be interested in a one on one seeker game tomorrow.” He said without making eye contact.
Surprised, Harry answered. “Yeah, that sounds cool.”
Draco smiled.

Draco made sure to get there early, so that when Harry got there landed after a warm up lap.
“Hi.” Harry smiled at him shyly.
Draco was glad that he had the excuse of the wind for the pink on his cheeks. “Hey, Potter.” He cleared his throat. “I’m just warming up.” And with a fortifying breath, he whipped his shirt off.

There was so much pale, creamy skin. Malfoy was lean, with muscle definition that had Harry’s eyes traveling all over. He leaned back to stretch his back and Harry’s eyes dipped lower..
with a jerk Harry tore his gaze up to Malfoy’s amused grey eyes. He shut his mouth with an audible snap that had Malfoy smirking.
Narrowing his eyes he said, “I should warm up too.” And promptly removed his shirt. He watched as Malfoy’s eyes greedily flitted over his exposed chest and arms. He grinned in satisfaction as he saw how hard it was for Malfoy to tear his gaze away. When he eventually looked up and saw Harry grinning he blushed.
“You know, Harry.” He started. “I have a better way we could warm up.”

Fred and George were hunkered down in the hufflepuff stands breathless with silent laughter. Having heard the exchange, they couldn’t stop laughing after the two boys quickly pulled their shirts on and walked hand in hand to a thicket of trees near the forbidden forest.
Eventually they caught their breath and wiped away their tears.
Fred said. “A pair of posturing fools. Standing on the quidditch pitch with their shirts off.” He sighed a laugh.
George snickered.
“Hey, George?”
“Yes, Fred?”
“Let’s go find Ron and send him that way.”
They were howling with laughter as they stumbled towards the castle.

Inspired by a post by @rosalyfart!
unbreakable

this is just a little spec fic I wrote after tonight’s episode. i’m very sleepy and this is very un-beta-ed, but enjoy!


This wasn’t the first time.

The first time someone had tried to break him.

Physically, mentally, emotionally, he had endured so much in his life, by now he should be numb.

How much easier would it be for him if he just didn’t feel anything anymore?

He had lost track of the days he had spent chained up in this cold, dark room. The hours he was alone were almost harder than Adrian’s visits because the only company he had was the words of his captor echoing in his mind, imprinting themselves as truths, continuing his torture.

Old wounds that had never fully healed had been reopened, not just the ones currently dripping blood all over the concrete he was laying on, but deep emotional ones that had been hastily patched up underneath whatever crisis was more of a priority that year than giving them time to heal. Adrian knew everything about him, knew where to twist the knife to make him scream, to haunt him with memories he had tried to forget.

He knew his teammates were looking for him, knew they wouldn’t stop until they found him, but every minute he spent here made him more afraid that time had run out, that Adrian had gotten to them, one by one, before they got to him.  

The sound of the metal door scraping the floor caused every muscle in his body to tense up in preparation for whatever blow would be delivered to him this time. Would it be the one that finally shattered him?

Lifting his head ever so slightly, he saw in the dim light through his blurred vision a sight that made his breath catch in his throat.  

“Oliver…”

She rushed forward, collapsing to the floor beside him and gently cradling his head in her hands.

“We need to hurry,” John’s voice reached his ears. “Adrian could be back any minute now and we need to get you two on your way.”

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 17

First of all, THANK YOU! You guys have stuck with us even though it’s been pretty much forever since we posted the last chapter. @outlandishchridhe and I have both been super busy the last few weeks. That will continue to be the case, but we’re really excited for the next chunk of chapters we have planned out. Because they are planned. Seriously we have dozens of scenes written for future chapters, we just have to get them there. But more will come, we just don’t know when.

A large chunk of this chapter was written by the amazing @outlandishchridhe. I saved a few of our conversations from our writing and might make a BTS post later because they’re hilarious. 

ANYWAY!

Catch up on part 16 HERE


Jamie had called the florist shop as he left the grocery store, knowing he only had so much time before some of the food Claire asked for melted. The florist had been helpful, as he had for the last several months. Jamie hadn’t been sure if what he was looking for even existed, but he had to try. Thankfully, the florist knew the exact thing and had the flowers ready by the time Jamie arrived.

When Jamie had finally emptied the boot of the groceries, he made one last trip down to pick up the last of the gifts. He’d been working on it for a few months now and he couldn’t wait to see Claire’s face when she opened it. He’d asked for another piece of ribbon to match the bouquet to wrap around his gift for her and he carefully tied to together before heading back inside.

Claire was still putting the groceries away as he walked in the door. She was holding their fussy son to her shoulder as she reached up into the cabinet, putting the last few items away.

Claire turned to look at him, eyeing him suspiciously as he held his hands behind his back.

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The Hunter and The Witch  Chapter 9- For Luck

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean comes up with an idea to defeat Lucifer.

Warnings: Swearing, explicit language

Word Count: 1460

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Omg it’s been a while and so sorry for that! :D But thank you so so much for the amazing feedback and you patience <3 Please don’t forget to tell me what you think about this chapter! I love feedback, it makes me so happy! Kisses, Dream :*

Gif’s not mine!

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Originally posted by thejabberwock

“I don’t even know what to tell you,” You pressed the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you held the foam tray with two coffees and smiled at the barista “Thank you-“

“Even you gotta admit, that’s creepy.”

“Sam-“

“Your grandmother saw you having sex with my brother.”

“That’s just… I mean, it happened more than once.”

“Really? But you’re…”

“Future is fickle.” You said as you walked out of the café. “More fickle when your grandmother threatens your prom date.”

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Two Months

gif belongs to ncis-gifs

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,070

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is that Gibbs fic I was talking about! I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Two months.  That was how long it had been since you had seen your beloved Marine.  You spent every night in the place that reminded you of the person you missed the most.  Every night you would go down to the basement and look at the unfinished boat in the basement.  Somehow you thought Gibbs would walk through the door and everything would return back to the way it was.  Going to work each day became harder and harder.

Then there was a lead and you heard Gibbs’ voice come from Ellie’s phone.  After two months of listening to the voicemails he had left on your phone, you could recognize his voice anywhere.  They had a plan and no matter how much you wanted them to make it to the helicopter, there was nothing more you could do.  It was up to them to get to safety.

Tonight there was a glimmer of hope that kept you at the office.  After everyone had left to go to McGee’s apartment for the night, you decided to stay.  You weren’t sure if you could go back home when Gibbs could come back at any moment.  The thought occurred to you that Gibbs could go home first and you didn’t want him to come back to any empty house.  Your gut told you that he would come to the office first.

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Make up or break up- Josh Dun

Josh had been spending a lot of time in the studio lately. He had even spent the last 2 nights there. You understood how stressful it would be trying to finish an album but you couldn’t help but miss him. You had been texting him all day asking when he would be home. He didn’t answer. You haven’t talked to him in a day now. He didn’t even bother to text you good night last night.
Hey Joshua. It’s your girlfriend. Have you forgotten about me? When are you coming home? I know you’re stressed but I mean you haven’t talked to me in over a day. I miss you. I love you.
Sent at 5:36pm
I’m extremely tired. I’m coming home now and going to bed.
Received at 5:38pm
Ok. See you then.
Sent at 5:39pm
Josh seemed short in his text. That meant he was in a bad mood. You just wished he would talk to you. The front door opened but you didn’t really notice. You just sat a the kitchen table and stared down at your cup of tea continuing to think. The slamming of keys hitting the counter made you jump slightly and pulled you from your thoughts.
“Oh hey babe. How was your day?” You asked in a calm nice tone trying to make him calm down a little.
“Really, how was your day? That’s what you ask me? My day was fine. I told you I was tired. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Josh’s tone was very aggressive.
“I-I’m sorry. Goodnight.” You went to give him a kiss but he just turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
You couldn’t hold back your emotions. That hurt like hell. You slid down to the floor and broke down crying. After a few minutes you heard footsteps approaching you. You looked up and saw an angry Josh. He wasn’t there to apologize or comfort you.
“Y/N can you stop being so damn dramatic. I can’t sleep with you out here crying and feeling sorry for yourself. Now either come join me in bed or why don’t you just leave. You don’t do anything around here. You don’t work and you expect me to be with you all the time. Well guess what I princess I’m at work all day and I don’t expect to come up to you being a fucking drama queen.” His face was red from anger and yelling. You just looked at him in shock unable to even stick up for yourself.
“Say something god damn it.” And with that he slapped you across your face.
You held your face for a moment before you pushed him aside and grabbed your keys and left through the front door.
As you walked to your car quickly you could hear Josh behind you.
“Fuck Y/N wait. No. Fuck. Shit I’m so sorry.” He grabbed for your arm to stop you. You looked into his eyes which were spilling out tears.
“Y/N please. Don’t leave. Please. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything. I love you. Don’t go.”
You could tell it was going to break him if you left. But if you stayed and didn’t take time to think you might brake.
“I’m sorry Josh, but I can’t. I have to go.”
“Where are you gonna go. Please let’s just go inside and talk about it.” He was holding back his tears from falling again as yours fell one by one.
“Goodbye Josh.” With that you got in the car and drove off. You didn’t know exactly where you were headed but you ended up at Tyler and Jenna’s front door.
As you knocked it finally sent in what happened. You broke down as soon as the door opened.
“Holy crap Y/N. What’s wrong?” Jenna asked as she pulled you into a hug. Ever since you and Josh started dating 2 years ago you became best friend with Jenna.
“J-josh came in f-from the studio and h-he w-was really tired and h-he s-lapped me and y-yelled at m-me.” You tried to explain as Jenna lead you to the couch still hugging you. Tyler appeared in the room with a confused look.
“Hey Y/N, why aren’t you with Josh?” He realized that he probably shouldn’t of asked that once you looked up at him and sobbed harder.
Jenna got up leaving you on the couch and Tyler still stood across the room. She stopped to whisper something in his ear. His jaw dropped as she talked to him quietly. His look of shock turned to pissed. Jenna continued walking towards her room where she grabbed you some pajamas and Tyler came and sat next to you. He was like an older brother to you but it was awkward because Josh was his best friend.
“Y/N. I know you don’t want to hear this right now but it will be fine. He’s just really stressed and he’s never dealt with his stress well. I’ll call him and make sure he’s okay. But I need to know your okay first. You did the right thing coming here and not just leaving for good. Josh loves you so much. He needs you. You guys can’t give up on this relationship yet. I know he hurt you but…” he took a pause searching for the words. “He should have never touched you. I have no excuse for him for putting his hands on you. Why don’t we get you to the guest room and you can rest.” You nodded and he led you to the room where Jenna was setting up the bed for you. You thanked them and they left you alone.
As you got into bed after cleaning yourself up you look at your phone to see that it was 7:32 pm. Josh had called you 17 times, left you 13 voicemails, and texted you 43 times. You had to admit it made you happy to see he wasn’t giving up on the relationship. You still couldn’t bring yourself to listen or read any messages so you deleted them. You laid in the bed just looking at the ceiling. What felt like hours later was only about 45 minutes later when you heard the doorbell ring and footsteps heading towards the door. You heard Tyler raising his voice then slamming the door. Whoever it was he was clearly very pissed at them. You heard a quiet knock on the window that was to the right of you. You got up and opened it and saw a really upset Josh. He gave you a slight smile then spoke.
“I didn’t want to spend the night alone. I didn’t know where you were going and I couldn’t stand knowing that I made you so upset. I came here to see if I could crash here but Tyler said you were in the guest room and told me I needed to leave. But I could let you go again. I can’t do this Y/N. I love you too much. I so so sorry I never meant to put my hands on you.” As he said that you cupped your cheek. You felt a tear roll down your face.
“Please just come in here Josh.”
Josh hoisted himself through the window. You were glad Tyler and Jenna lived on a one floor house because otherwise you probably wouldn’t be in Josh’s arms right now. You went over to turn on the light when Josh let out a slight gasp.
“Shit Y/N. Did you see your face. It’s all bruised. I’m so sorry. I’m such a bad boyfriend. Oh my god I’ll never hurt you again.” You cut him off before he could go on.
“No. Josh it’s okay. Your stressed. I get it. Please just please promise me you’ll take a break from the studio. It’s changing you for the worse.” You looked into his mocha eyes as he just nodded and held back a few tears.
“You know I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. You do so much for me. You cook, clean, take care of me, you practically gave up your job for me. Your such an amazing person and I’m so glad you’re mine. I really mean it. I love you so much.”
“Josh shut up and kiss me already.” With that for the first time in over 2 days he gave you a kiss. It was a small yet loving kiss.
Once pulled apart you both got under the covers and cuddled into each other. You fell asleep after exchanging a few more kisses and ‘I love yous’.

Custody

Originally posted by grayground

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

I give full credit to the original owner of any gif or pic I use.

Length: 2,997 words

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warning: There is a racist undertone to this story and there will be a slight use of the N word.

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Lucifer imagines - The Devil’s all around you part 5

Originally posted by thecwspn

A/N: I know I was meant to post this ages ago but I’ve been really busy and just haven’t had the time. Sorry!

(Overall) Summary: When there’s a way to transfer Lucifer’s damage from Sam to Cas. Surely, there’s a way to transfer that same damage from Cas to you. When you take the damage from Castiel and Lucifer wriggles his way through your mind, can you handle it? What if things get too personal or just simply go wrong? You knew the risks but you didn’t care. If it will help the boys, you’ll just about do anything.

LuciferXreader fic. AU: Lucifer is actually in your head, he isn’t a hallucination. 

Italics is Luci speaking inside your head

Word count: 1, 406

Warnings: strong language, Luci being Luci, mentions of sexual abuse

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)

You fell asleep soon after the dirty deed with the devil. He didn’t plague you with nightmares like usual, he just let you recover and sleep it off. 

When you woke, you slipped on some sweatpants and made your way to the kitchen.

It was around midnight, Lucifer had let you sleep all afternoon and evening. When you thought of his touch, you cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You had orgasmed because of Satan. Satan. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t crave it, (y/n).” Lucifer invaded your thoughts, the carton of milk that you got from the fridge fell from your hands as he startled you.

“Get out of my head, Lucifer.” You pleaded as you knelt down to deal with the split milk. 

What? If I recall only a few hours ago you were whimpering my name like a puppy.” Lucifer smirked, you growled the threw the half empty carton in the direction of the apparition. 

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AN ~ just a little bit of Skimmons sickfic/cuddle/fluff for @pizza-is-my-buziness. hope this makes your day a little better! partially inspired by the songs Beautiful Madness - Delta Goodrem and Underneath a Beating Heart - Rosi Golan

Read on AO3 (Part of the Skimmons Drabbles & Ficlets Collection)

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Jemma Simmons wakes up early. Not that early, she thinks, but early enough that Daisy’s not usually awake, and that Daisy and almost everyone else they know has at some point commented on it. Even as Daisy’s routine changed, she was still a sleep-in person at heart, so Jemma was surprised to wake this morning and find the other side of the bed empty, even though they had been given the rare morning off.

Curious more than anything else, Jemma stretched and padded into the kitchen, looking around as she went about her usual morning routine. She stuck her head into the lounge and that’s when she saw Daisy, curled up on the couch, looking positively miserable, and if Jemma was not mistaken, possibly even making the quiet growling-moaning sound of a stressed dog.

“Morning,” Daisy groaned. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” Jemma confirmed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Daisy pouted. “It’s just my stupid crappy uterus being stupid and crappy.”

“I’m glad I don’t have one of those anymore,” Jemma said, and smiled kindly, if a little mockingly.

“Whooptie for you,” Daisy muttered, and Jemma dropped her teasing pretence and instead crooned quietly and stroked Daisy’s creased forehead with gentle fingers.

“Did you take some ibuprofen?” Jemma asked her.

“I couldn’t find it.”

“Aw, babe, you should have woken me up! I moved it when I cleaned the bathroom, I’m sorry! I’ll get you some. D’you want some tea?”

“Yes please.”

It wasn’t often that Daisy got the chance to wallow and feel sorry for herself, so neither of them minded if she was milking it a little. In fact, when Jemma returned to her side she had with her not only ibuprofen, water, and tea, but also a banana, a muesli bar, and a heated rice-pack.

“You should get your implant replaced,” she pointed out, as Daisy tucked the warm back against her belly. “They don’t last forever, you know.”

“You’re right, that was super high on my list of priorities last year while I was running for my life. I can’t believe I didn’t get to it.” Daisy rolled her eyes.

“I know,” Jemma said, apologetic, and Daisy sighed.

“I know you know. I’ll make appointment later, I’m just feeling crappy. Although, it’s nice to have little regrets for once.”

“You know what’s nicer than that?” Jemma challenged, her face lighting up in a bright smile. Daisy smiled uncertainly up at her, not sure what she was getting into, but Jemma just kissed her gently, and turned around to pick up an armful of blanket from the other couch.

“An excuse to cuddle my girlfriend,” she explained. “And to not move, all day.”

She wriggled into place so that she was somewhat spooning Daisy, and had the blanket draped over both of them, if in a slightly haphazard way. Always the planner, she had brought the TV remotes over without Daisy even noticing, and flicked through the programs available to them with a great sense of purpose, until she found the perfect thing, and snuggled deeper into the blanket and Daisy as it began to play.

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the Arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport….

hey umm i was editing my fic for day 3 when the servamp spoilers dropped and i’m vibrating in my seat rn!!!!! so! sorry i didn’t take much time to edit this i’m busy dying out of sheer happiness!!!

tough love/gratitude !

~

“Thanks for the meal…” Kuro mumbled as he dug into his ramen. Human traditions are very confusing. Then again, he might’ve done them too at some point in the past. It took him a while to realize It’s no use trying to think of his human life since he can’t remember any of it, but he tried regardless. It usually gives him a headache, so he stopped trying. Why would he need to remember it when he has Mahiru, anyway?

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wtfoma  asked:

pLEASE DO A PART TWO I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

Thanks for reading it and I’m so glad you liked it <3 here’s part two! Enjoy xx


Part One

The phone rings again. You ignore it again.

Last night after Calum left, you spent at least an hour just sitting on your bedroom floor in complete shock. Once that wore off, you stumbled to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and that’s when the fear set in.

You’ve trusted Calum since the moment you met him. He’s got such a warm smile and a cuddly personality, that there was absolutely no reason for you not to trust him.

It’s scary when the one person that you believe in more than anyone turns on you.

You only slept for about two hours before you gave up and just decided to make breakfast. The wound on your forehead constantly stings, and the pain gets more intense the more you think about it.

You keep picturing Calum’s shocked and hurt expression when he looked at you after you fell. He seemed so… broken.

You want to feel bad for him. You want to tell him to come back and for everything to be okay. But what you want doesn’t matter anymore. The reality of the situation is that he hurt you. The man that you’re supposed to be able to trust more than life itself has hurt you, and there’s no way to take it back.

Your phone has been ringing almost nonstop since you woke up. If it’s not Calum calling you, then it’s one of the boys. You wonder if he told them about what happened, or if they just think you kicked him out for no reason.

You’re not mad at any of them, so there’s really no reason for you to be ignoring them. In all honesty, you just don’t really feel like speaking to anyone right now. You just want to be alone with your thoughts.

You’ve just sat down on the couch to watch t.v. when the front door suddenly opens. You spring to your feet and get ready to throw something at the intruder until you see Luke’s face peek nervously inside. He holds up his hands defensively and offers you a weak smile.

“Cal gave me his key,” he explains. “Considering how you’ve ignored all of our calls, I didn’t figure you’d let me in if I just rang the doorbell.”

You sigh as you set down the remote that you had been preparing to throw. You sit back down and turn away from Luke.

“You’d be right,” you admit. “I don’t feel like talking.”

“Fine,” Luke says as he makes his way toward the couch. “Then we’ll just sit here together in complete silence until you do feel like talking.”

He sits down and kicks his shoes off to make it clear that he has no intention to leave. You roll your eyes and look over at him.

“Alright,” you concede. “What do you want to talk about?”

He sighs and stares at you with pleading eyes. “Please talk to Cal,” he begs.

You start to protest, but he holds up his hand to stop you.

“I know you’re angry and probably scared and maybe even sad, and you have every right to be. What he did was unacceptable and if it was any other situation, I would’ve kicked his ass for hurting you. But he really didn’t mean to, (Y/N),” Luke says. “He came to Ashton’s place last night and he was a mess. He hasn’t eaten or slept since he left here, and he’s really starting to worry us. He told us what happened and he blames himself completely. He feels like he’s completely failed you, and he can’t live with that.”

You feel more tears starting to form in your eyes as you listen to Luke. What he’s saying is only making you want to take Cal back even more, but you’re just not sure that you can.

“What if he hurts me again?” You ask, your voice just above a whisper.

Luke shakes his head. “If I had any doubt in my mind whatsoever about Cal ever hurting you again, I wouldn’t be here right now. You’re like a sister to me, (Y/N), and I would never put you in danger, I promise.”

“Luke?” A voice says from the doorway.

You hadn’t even heard the front door open, but you look over to see a disheveled Calum standing there.

“What are you doing here?” Cal asks, his red, puffy eyes focused on Luke.

Luke shrugs. “Hanging out with my friend (Y/N),” he answers nonchalantly. “Is that not allowed?”

Calum seems confused by Luke’s answer, but he doesn’t push the issue. Instead, he turns to you and his face softens.

“Can we talk?” He pleads.

Luke places a hand on your thigh and quietly asks if you’re okay. You nod and Luke excuses himself to the kitchen in order to give the two of you some privacy.

Calum walks over and sits down where Luke just was at the other end of the couch. He’s very careful not to move too quickly or get too close to you.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he says, his eyes forming fresh tears as he talks. “I know that there’s a chance that you might never forgive me, and I’m not sure I’ll even be able to forgive myself, but I wanted you to know just how sorry I am about what I’ve done. I d-don’t know how to live with the fact that I hurt the one person who means the most to me, and I’m not really sure if there’s a way I can fix this, but I’m gonna try, (Y/N). There’s no way in hell I’d give you up without a fight. I just want to know if you want me to fight for you, for us. If you tell me to pack my shit and leave, then I promise I will never bother you again, and that just might kill me. But I would do anything for you, I hope you know that.”

“Calum,” you say softly as you nervously play with your hands. “I-I want to forgive you. I want to make this work. I’m just not sure if I-,”

He nods as your voice trails off, his eyes looking down at his lap. “I know. I understand.”

“But please don’t stop fighting,” you say, causing him to look back up. “I can’t promise that it will be easy, but I want you to keep fighting.”

You see a hint of hope in his otherwise sad eyes, and he smiles.

“I love you,” he says.

You nod and move over so that you can rest your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, Cal. We can make this work. I know we can.”

My New Pet (Part 2) ~Jim Moriarty Imagine~

Hello humans! I’m sorry this took so long, but as requested, here is a part 2! I really, really want to make a part 3, so let me know if I should! I hope you enjoy it! :)    

Part One!

*Not My Gif*

Jim pulled a chair up to mine and sat his torso against the back of it.  
“Please don’t hurt me.” I whispered through my tears.
He stared at me intently before speaking.
“I’m not going to hurt you unless you hurt me, kitten.” He stated calmly.
He tapped his fingers against the chair and sighed.
“First thing’s first though. Since you’re going to be my pet, you need the right attire. There’s a change of outfit for you upstairs. I
want you to put it on then come right back. If you try anything, it’ll really hurt me..and we don’t want that now do we?” He taunted.
I shook my head and straightened up.
“That’s my girl.” He smirked.
He stood up from his chair and untied me from mine, but kept the ropes around my hands. We walked up the dark stairs and into a
very big room that I guessed was his house. He walked me towards a bedroom and opened the door, leading me in. He kicked the door closed
behind him and pointed to the outfit that laid on the bed. The outfit consisted of a black pencil skirt, a white button up with a navy
blue vest, a skinny black tie and a pair of black heels. He undid the ropes around my wrists and leaned against the door.
“Get dressed.” He demanded.
“I’m not getting dressed while you look.” I stated as I rubbed my chafed wrists.
He rolled his eyes dramatically and turned around to face the door with his arms crossed. I knew better than try to run or escape, so I
did what he said. I put on the outfit and heels, then cleared my throat when I was finished. He turned around and looked me up and down
before grabbing my arm again and leading me to the living room. He sat me down on the couch as he pulled out his phone and made a few
calls. I stared up at the high ceilings, then glanced at the paintings on the wall. A tall painted portrait of Moriarty was hanging above
the stoned fireplace and the wall was gunmetal. The couch I was sitting on was black leather and the matching silk curtains were drawn,
making the room slightly dim. I huffed at the thought that for a criminal, he had great taste.
“Lovely isn’t?” He spoke, breaking my admiration.
My eyes met his and I nodded slightly.
“I may be a consulting criminal, but i’m not tacky.” He remarked with a smirk.
I felt my lips try to tug at a smile, but I looked down instead. He sauntered closer to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up.
“I have a special project for you.” He smirked as he walked me towards the hallway, stopping at door at the end of it.
The door was big and metal and was activated by a small key pad. Jim quickly typed in the code and it opened, revealing a round, narrow
staircase that lead somewhere below the flat. We carefully walked down the stairs, the door closing behind us and entered a pitch black
room. He clapped his hands twice and the lights turned on revealing his gun room. Different kinds of machinery were hanging on the walls
and the horizontal tables held different kinds of bullets. I couldn’t help, but chuckle a bit.
“What’s funny?” He asked in annoyance.
“Nothing it’s just…this is so typical mastermind villain. You kind of remind me of a James Bond villain.” I joked.
He smirked to himself before turning to me with a serious stare.
“I’m glad you find this amusing because this is where you’ll be spending most of the day. I want you to take apart, clean and reassemble
each gun. I want them to shine and I want it done by 6. Got it?” He demanded.
I nodded and sat down on the stool at one of the tables. Jim took one of the guns off the wall and laid it down in front of me.
“Get started.” He hissed before walking back up the staircase and locking me in the room.
I sighed and began to take the gun apart.

2 hours past when Moriarty came back. He examined the guns and nodded.
“Good. You did good.” He stated.
“I had enough time to clean each of them twice.” I reported.
“How?” He questioned as his head turned to me.
“Like you said…I’m Sherlock’s sister, I’m not completely dumb.” I laughed.
He dropped his head and smiled at the floor.
“Your next project is going to involve a change in outfit.” He remarked, looking back up at me.
“What am I doing?” I asked as I stood up.
“We’re going to a dinner event tonight. I’m meeting with some clients and you’re going as my date.” He explained.
I nodded and followed him up the stairs and back into the living room; this time without him holding onto my arm. He opened the same bedroom
door from earlier and let me walk in. He stood by the door frame and leaned against it.
“There’s a dress hanging in the closet.” He said pointing to the black doors to my left.
“How do you have all these clothes for me?” I asked.
“I like to plan ahead.” He sighed before shutting the door, leaving me alone.
I walked to the closet and opened it. A long, one sleeved, emerald dress was hanging on the hanger. As I reached out to grab it, I heard my
phone buzzing. I exclaimed in shock as I pulled it out of my jacket on the bed. I hadn’t even realized Jim had put it back in my
pocket. Sherlock’s name was across the screen as the phone still buzzed. I checked my surroundings, then walked into the closet, closing the door
behind me and answering the call.
“Y/N, where are you?” Sherlock immediately spoke.
“Moriarty has me.” I whispered as quietly as possible.
“Where?”
“I don’t know, but I’m okay.”
“I’m going to find you Y/N..I just need time. Distract him as much as you can and whatever you do, don’t make him angry.”
“Okay.”
“I have John and Mycroft helping me so it won’t be long.”
“Okay. I have to go before he hears me.”
I hung up the phone and slid it back into my jacket pocket. I then grabbed the dress and put it on, along with the black heels. After looking in
the mirror, I opened the door and strolled into the living room. Jim was fixing his cuff as he stared into the mirror above the fire place. His
eyes shifted and he looked at me through the mirror. He hands slowly dropped as he turned around to look at me physically. His eyes trailed up and
down my figure as I stared back at him. He was dressed up in a tux with his bow tie neatly done around his neck and needless to say, he looked very
attractive. His lips tugged to the corner of his mouth before finally speaking.
“Ready, kitten?” He asked.
I nodded as he grabbed my hand and led me to the front door.


Part 3!


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You’re not alone

Requested by anon

Can you do a story where Gideon dies and Spence is extremely distraught and upset so the reader tries to comfort him? Spencer x Reader

Warnings: talk of death and mild depression


Spencer hadn’t been into the office for a few weeks, and every mission he didn’t show up you grew more and more worried about him.

The day everyone found out about Gideon’s death was one of the darkest days for the team, especially for Spencer, they had been close friends, so when he didn’t come to work the first week you brushed it off thinking he needed time.

Then the second week came along, he still hadn’t come into work or answered any of your calls, you started to become nervous about his well-being.

Now three weeks later and still no word from him you decided that he had been gone long enough; you missed him, and besides the team needed him. So after work you drove over to his apartment to check on him and to ask him to come back.

Once you found his apartment number you knocked furiously and yelled through the door “Spencer open up I know you’re in there I saw your car” you waited moment but there was no answer so you tried again “Spencer open the door right now or I’m going to break it in” you counted to ten in your head and just as you were about to break down the door it flew open.

Standing before you was a Spencer you didn’t recognize, he had scruff all over his chin, his short hair was standing up and poking out at various angels, he was in pajamas, and his once bright brown eyes were now dead, you felt like you were looking at a stranger.

“Hey Spence we haven’t seen in you or heard from you in a while so I wanted to stop by to make sure you were okay” you said looking past him at the dirty apartment.

When he responded his voice was just as dead as his eyes “I’m fine y/n”.

Your heart broke seeing him like this “Spencer it’s okay if you’re not okay everyone’s struggling right now, Gideon was good friends with everyo…”.

“I said I was fine y/n now go home I don’t need you or anyone else for that matter” He said cutting you off.

The words stung but you weren’t ready to give up that easily “You may not need me but I need you, the team needs you and whether you believe it or not you need us too”. You said trying to reach him past his walls he had built up.

“No I don’t, go home y/n I want to be alone!” he said raising his voice and slamming the door in your face.

You stood there in shock, you could not believe he just slammed the door in your face, Spencer was one of the nicest guys you knew and hearing him yell at you hurt but there was no way you were going to show that so you slammed your fists against the door “Fine if you want to be alone be alone!” you yelled turning and walking away.

When you got home you felt terrible about the way you acted, Spence didn’t deserve that, he was mourning the loss of one of his best friends, sure you missed Gideon too but Him and Spencer had always been closer of course he would want to be alone, so you decided to go back tomorrow to apologize and try again.

This time you didn’t even bother knocking you knew he wouldn’t answer the door so you tried the nob and it twisted open without resistance, Spencer obviously wasn’t thinking straight if he had left his door unlocked, he knew about the kind of people we dealt with.

You walked in and saw the place in complete disarray; this was so unlike Spencer you became even more distraught about him.

You looked around but he was know where to be seen so you moved towards the bedroom, you opened it and saw him lying on the floor shaking with quiet tears. Your breath caught in your throat you couldn’t stand to see the man you were in love with so completely broken.

You rushed over to him and pulled him up into your arms. You held him and let him cry for what could have been hours, you didn’t care all you could focus on was Spencer and making sure he would be okay.

Once his tears dried he sat up and looked at you with a desolate gleam in his eyes then reached out and put his arms around your waist pulling you into a tight hug. You let out a soft sigh his arms around you made you feel safe in this big and scary world.

You sat in the quite for a moment before Spencer asked “I thought you said you were going to leave me alone, I wanted you too?”

You didn’t sense any anger in his voice just curiosity “I did” you answered “But I was wrong, no one should be alone at a time like this” You said rubbing circles into his back.

The room fell quiet again until you decided to ask your own question “You do know you’re not alone right? You know that the whole team is here for you, that I’m here for you?” you asked pulling away from his arms so you could look up into his eyes.

He sounded sad when he responded “I know” his voice broke. “I know, but Gideon’s death made me feel that way, I know we hadn’t talked in a while but it was comforting knowing that he was out there, and then this happened and it felt like the whole world was closing in around me I felt abandoned and I wanted Gideon to fix it, not you, not Morgan, not anyone but then you came and it felt like you were intruding on something , that you weren’t supposed to be there, so I said some things I didn’t mean to get you to leave, and that’s exactly what you did. When you were gone I felt worse than I had before. I couldn’t shake it, the utter loneliness, so I cried my heart out and then the strangest thing happened “

You raised your eyebrow in question.

“You came back” he said simply.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him again hugging him tight before standing up “Well good I’m glad I came back then” you said looking around at his room and wrinkling your nose in disgust “Should we start cleaning this place it’s kind of a pigsty?” you asked giving him one of your biggest smiles.

He sighed and got to his feet as well “I guess” he said dramatically rolling his eyes and giving you a playful wink.

Your heart did little summer salts while you thought to yourself that it was a good thing that the room was dark so he couldn’t see the blush you felt coloring your cheeks “Alright let’s get started” you said trying to keep your voice as even as possible.

You guys worked in tandem for a few hours until the apartment was completely clean, then you both took the garbage to the dumpster and then he walked you to your car. You opened the door and you were about to get in it when he reached his hand out and put it on your shoulder to stop you “Thank you y/n, for everything, you’re a great friend I don’t know what I would do without you” He said giving your shoulder a quick squeeze before dropping his hand and turning to go back inside.

You couldn’t let it end like this; he had to know how you really felt. You didn’t care anymore if it was the right time or place; you were tired of him hurting you indirectly, at least if he knew then he could avoid it. So you pushed away all your fear like you do right before every mission so you reached out and grabbed his hand.

He turned back towards you and you bravely took a chance with your heart. You got up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. It was everything you thought it would be electric and addictive.

Spencer was completely taken by surprise he remained motionless while your lips moved over his not knowing what he should do, he had never thought about you like this before, but then logic left him and his emotions took over, he closed his eyes and was about to kiss you back when you pulled away.

When he didn’t immediately kiss you back you became a little worried but you kept trying hoping he was still in shock but then nothing came, you were devastated, so you tore your lips away from his and jumped into your car started it and pulled away.

He stood there staring at the empty space you had been standing in feeling more alone than he had in his entire life.

                                                                                                                            Part 2

Will I See You Again? (Part 3)

This is a continuation of Will I See You Again? which you can find HERE. 

Will I See You Again? (Part 2) is HERE

Will I See You Again? Was originally going to be just a oneshot, but now I am turning it into a long fic :D

Hope you like it, jwalkerz ~

-Admin Kitty

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The hospital stunk of anti septic and medicine as you followed a nurse into the room. She closed the door behind the two of you and asked you to take a seat. You took a seat on the cold hard plastic and Jay gave you an encouraging smile. In all honesty, you knew you were safe. It’s not like you didn’t trust the nurses here. It was just…people die at hospital. And that thought scared you more than anything. 

Regardless, you smiled back faintly.

“Right, okay. If you could just turn so I can see your shoulder.” She smiled warmly, putting you in a bit more ease, even though she was painfully patronizing.

You returned the smile, but you figured you mustn’t have done a very good job because she put a hand on yours, “Don’t worry, honey. Your boyfriend and I won’t let you get hurt.”

You blushed wildly, hoping Jay hadn’t heard. Of course he had, he was stood about two centimeters from the chair you were sat on. You hesitated, trying to explain, but he cut in, “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

Your heart plummeted. Had Jay Park…just let someone call him your boyfriend? He sat down next to you, and you realized he had put back on his shades. You guess it only made sense, we didn’t want to cause a scene in the hospital. But, even though seeing him smile at you calmed you down, you wished you could see his soft eyes too. He sat down next to you and took your hand in his, as though it wasn’t a big deal.

At the first touch of the wet cotton wool pad on your wound, you flinched and Jay squeezed your hand and rubbed his thumb over your hand softly. So you concentrated on that, the way his big hand felt around your small, delicate one. Before you knew it, she had done and had dressed the wound.

You thanked her and left, wandering back to the car park to find Jay’s car.

“I-I’m sorry. The meal you made must be ruined now…” You said quietly, feeling bad.

Jay turned to look at you as you patrolled the car park more, in search of the car, “Nah. It’s fine. I’m just glad you got that wound cleaned up.”

He flashed you his smile and you couldn’t stop your heart from bumping against your ribs, “Still…”

“_______, will you stop apologizing?” He chuckled, “We can just go get some food from the nearest takeaway store.”

You smiled, “Okay.”

“Come on, this way.” He said, turning left out of the car park and waiting for you to get to him. When you got to him, his hand came up to sit comfortably at the small of your back as he guided you in the right direction.

After you picked up a bag of chips, you began walking back to the car.

“Thankyou, Jay.” You said, taking a chip and eating it.

“Hmm?”

“For saving me that day outside the bar…and, for tonight,” You grinned at him, “I had a good time.”

At that, he laughed, “_______, we just spent most of our date on a hospital ward. You don’t have to lie.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Yeah I know…But…I still had fun.”

He started to laugh then stopped himself and just smirked, “Me too.”

Your hands bumped together as you walked in silence. Once, twice, and then the third time it happened, he wound his fingers through yours. 

You took the time to look at him then, up close. You watched the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and you noticed imperfections on him that made him seem so normal. Although, on one side of it you had trouble forgetting he was a famous korean idol, you also, somehow, at the same time found it hard to remember that he was famous because he was so…normal. Well not normal, but down to earth. He was god like and sexy but he was also goofy and adorable. Your brain couldn’t even understand how he could be both.

You hadn’t realized how intently you’d been staring at him until you stepped out into the road, only to have Jay’s arm quickly loop around your body and pull you backwards.

“Yah! ________, if you keep throwing yourself at cars we’re never going to make it to the next date!” He joked, but he sighed in relief that you were safe.

You pretended to act disgusted, “You think there’s going to be another date?!”

He stared after you, wide eyed.

You laughed, “I’m joking, Jay.”

He sighed, shaking his head at you mocking him, “You are so not funny.”

When you had finished your chips, it became apparent to the two of you that you had also missed the movie you had planned to see aswell, so he drove you home. When the car came to a halt at your house, you actually felt sad. It was over. The date was over. You didn’t want to go inside and not be able to see him. You wanted to stay right there, in his car. You wanted to get to know him, properly. It suddenly occurred to you that you hadn’t actually found out much about him at all tonight, and if romantic films were anything to judge by, you were meant to both ask loads of questions about eachother’s lives. But you hadn’t.

He got out of the car, and ran around to your side to open your door. He opened it and you stepped out. You walked towards your door, and he walked beside you closely. When you reached your door, you both stopped. You turned to look at him and found him already looking at you.

“You look beautiful, ______.” He smiled, delicately.

You stared at him and he rubbed his jaw, “I know I should have said it before, that’s what your meant to do right? But I chickened out. God, I suck at this dating stuff, huh?”

You laughed lightly, “I think you’re better than you think.”

He just smiled wider, “I mean it though, you really do look good.”

You smiled and leaned against your door, “You know…you’re not at all how I’d thought you’d be.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

He smiled again, “Good.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

The next day of lectures passed quickly because Jay kept dropping you cute texts in his breaks at work. He’d ask you if you were okay, saying he was looking forward to your next date. Each time your phone buzzed with a message from him, you scrambled for your phone and everyonce in a while, as you typed your reply, you found yourself smiling. 

“Oooooo, who are you texting? Anyone cute?” Brooke winked at you, leaning across the table in the university canteen to read your text. You pulled it away quickly.

“Um, no. Just…a friend.” You winced at how rubbish your lying was.

She quickly looked over, “And who is Jay?” She waggled her eyebrows comically.

“No one.”

Her eyes widened and she grinned,“Tell me everything!”

You scratched your neck, “There’s nothing to tell. We’ve been on a couple dates…”

You knew it was annoying her how vague you were being, but she was a big fan of Jay. You couldn’t tell her. 

“Who is he!”

“I can’t…tell you.”

“It’s a secret?” She clapped her hands together, “Oo, a secret relationship!”

You rolled your eyes, “We are NOT together.”

“Yeah, but you wish you were…” She teased.

“Shutup!” You slapped her arm.

She giggled, “I knew it! Is he cute?”

“Brooke, I’m not telling you.” You said, and she pouted. You gave in,“Okay yes. He is cute.”

“How cute?”

“Really cute.” You blushed.

She squealed, “So are you going another date?”

You nodded, “Yes. Tomorrow night. So will you please go out so your not there when he comes and picks me up?”

She nodded, smiling, “Okay…Did you kiss already?”

“BROOKE!”

“Okay…okay…” She muttered.

You started the next day in a surprisingly good mood. You sprung out of bed and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. As you and Brooke poured over your cereal, your phone buzzed. And you scrambled for it and clicked the answer button, “Hello?”

His velvet voice came through the speaker, “Hey, _______.”

You instantly smiled. Brooke started mouthing, “Is that him?”

You nodded and she took the hint and left, but not before miming to you, “Tell me what he said when you’re done!”

“I’m going to have to cancel tonight.”

Your heart sunk deep, deep down into the pit of your stomach, “Oh…” Did he not like you anymore?

“I know. It sucks, but I just found out I have to work late…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. What can you do? You’re an idol.”

He sighed, “I shouldn’t use it as an excuse, though. The only time I’m free today is this morning, and I feel so tired…”

“Why so tired?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night at all…It sucks I can’t see you today.”

You felt bad on him, he really did sound exhausted, “I could see you…this morning if you wanted.” You said timidly.

He sounded more cheerful as he said, “Seriously?”

“We don’t have to go out though. You could just come over…You know if you wanted…” You started to babble.

He cut in, “I’d love to.”

By the time the doorbell went, you had tidied your room three times and managed to worry yourself half to death about what he would think of your apartment. Up until now, he had only seen a strip of it for 5 seconds when you had been putting your shoes on, but today, he was going to be inside your house. For a reasonable amount of time.

You opened the door to him, and he looked as tired as he had sounded on the phone.

His hair was unstyled, but he pulled it off. You stared in disbelief: it seems he was the only person in the world who could pull off bed hair that good. He looked…sexy.

You told him to sit down on your sofa, and when he did, he practically fell onto it.

He looked up, “Come sit with me?”

You smiled and sat down next to him. He wound his arm around you, pulling you closer and letting his head lean against yours. 

“Talk to me.”

“What about?” You laughed at his random ask.
“Talk about you.” He said, falling further down into your couch so he could lay his head on your shoulder.

“What do you want to know?”

He paused and then said quietly, “Everything. Tell me what you do when your not at work and when you’re not with me. Tell me if your a dog or a cat person or both. Tell me what music you listen to. I want to know.”

You laughed, “I go to university.”

He re-positioned himself so you were cradled in his arms and he picked his head up so he could give you his full attention as he spoke, “What do you study?”

“Art.”

“You draw well?”

“I’m okay.” You said, shyly.

He grinned, “I bet you’re really good. Do you live alone?”

“I live with my best friend. She goes to the same university as me.”

He nodded,“Cool. Favourite musical artist?”

You, you thought. “Just a few bits of everything, really.”

“Sounds good….Let me see your room?”

You spluttered, “My room?”

“People say you can tell lots about a person from what they’re room looks like.”

You laughed, “Okay. But it’s actually pretty boring…It’s the one on the right.”

He stepped in, you close behind. When you got in, you gasped. You had totally forgot about the fact you had Jay Park posters. As in, pictures of his face. Pictures of a face that was now actually physically in your room in the flesh. And…one of the posters happened to be a calendar of topless photos of him. You blushed hard at the sight of the calendar photo of him smoldering sexily now.

He turned around, the biggest grin on his face, “Just a few bits of everything, huh?” He teased.

You covered your face with your hands, “Oh my god. This is so embarrassing…I’m sorry.”

He laughed, “It’s okay.” He stepped towards you and his lips turned up at the edges, “If I had access to pictures of you topless I’m sure they’d be on my wall too.” He winked, jokingly and you cracked up, still blushing hard.

He walked towards you, “Come here." 

He took your face in his hands and ducked his head down so he could touch his lips to yours. You kissed long and slow, like they do in the movies you used to watch. His hands left your face and skimmed down your arms, coming to rest at your waist as his body pressed against yours.

You molded together like two pieces of a puzzle as you sucked on his lip lightly. He opened his mouth, giving you access and you pushed your tongue in. Your tongues tangled together, lovingly.

When you pulled back to breath, he smiled, licking his lips. He sighed and threw himself back on your bed, pulling you down with him by the hand.

He sighed, "You’re so cute.”

You giggled but stopped when he looked at you, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What did you mean when you said I was different than you expected? The other night?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, I just thought you’d be different.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, and with the other arm pulled you closer so you were facing him and his arm was curled around your waist in a sort of half hug.

“Cocky?”

“No….Just more confident.”

He laughed, “You thought I was gonna be an asshole, right?”

You shook your head, even though you kind of knew it was true, “No…I mean, I was a fan so I wanted you to be this great guy but…I always had a feeling, because you were famous, and successful and sexy and all these things, you would be…” You tried to choose your words carefully.

He piped up, chuckling, “A tool?”

“Uh..”

He pecked you quickly, making your head whirl, “It’s okay. You can be honest. But you don’t think that anymore, right?”

You shook your head, smiling, “No, not at all.”

“So what do you think now?”

“That…,” You hesitated, “I like you.”

He smiled and kissed you again, letting his lips linger a little longer, “You said I was sexy.”

You blushed, “Shutup.” You muttered.

He chuckled and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

When you returned, he had fallen asleep on your bed. His eyes were closed lightly, his mouth slightly agape as he lay on your baby pink duvet. You looked at the posters of him, then back at the real him and thought to yourself how little justice the pictures did the real him.

Christmas Company - Christmas Prompt - Derek Hale

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Christmas Prompt: #5. Character A can’t travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B. – Requested by a total of 4 lovely Anons

Warnings/Labels: Cuteness

Approx. Word Count: 900

A/N: Okay but see… here’s the problem with me as a writer. I get ideas and they’re so expansive. This… God this would make an awesome series. An awesome series. And I just don’t have the time to do it. ARG!

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Thanks so much for all of your AA tips&tricks. They're helping me out so much :)!!! I have one question, I think you mentioned getting some clear bags but there are so many options and kinds there @_@ I'm not sure which is the right one. Could you please clarify which one you got for your art covers? Thank you again! Your wisdom definitely gives me a good guide on what to expect and set up!!!

Hi! I’m glad my posts are helpful! 

I get the “Crystal Clear” bags, which come in several varieties and sizes. The size and variety I get depends on my use for them:

  • LARGE PRINTS & ARTWORK:  about 12x18″ no-flap bags. This is because the bags primarily act as a way for customers to keep a print clean while they’re out and about at a con, rather than as a way to keep the print. My largest prints are 11x17″, and I got a bag that’s bigger because it’s easier for me to quickly slip it into the bag when there’s some wiggle room!
  • SMALL ARTWORK & BOOKS: 5.5x8.5″ protective closure bags. My small commissions are 5.5x8.5″, and when you slip that into a perfectly fitting bag with a backing board, it looks *super* handsome when you put it out for sale or when a customer takes it out of the envelope I mailed it to them in!

So basically, think about the following things when trying to figure out what to order:

  • what size artwork you own
  • how artwork will be given to the customer (in person at a con? will they be put up for display? will it be shipped with a backing board?)
  • if you want to save money, which bag sizes could do double duty  (for example, I don’t currently have 8.5x11″ bags for my medium-size commissions, because I can use a large clearbag and fold it over + tape it down so that it fits nicely. This way, I only buy two sizes of bags – large bags that fit medium and large-size artwork, and small bags that fit smaller artwork, prints, and books.)

Hmm, that’s all I can think of on that topic for now! I hope this was helpful and let me know if I can clarify anything!

When you are a hurricane.

Poem in this fic is by the incredible Clementine von Radics

“We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.”

Originally posted by deangifsdaily


The bunker’s air was seeping with anxiousness, as you stood in the kitchen gathering plates and utensils for dinner. You grab three cups out of the cabinet and place them next to the plates. Checking your watch, Sam and Mary would be back soon from getting the take out. So busy making sure everything was ready for the three Winchesters to eat, you hadn’t noticed Dean leaning against the kitchen doorway until he cleared his throat. Jumping back a little, you look up at the handsome man with a small smile.

“Hey, here are all the plates and stuff for dinner,” you motion him over, taking a sip from your cold beer can.

Dean strolls to you, helping himself to your drink, much to your dismay.

“The fridge is literally right there,” you tease snatching the can from his hands.

He groans, but did what he was told. You hear the snap of the beer can being open and suddenly Dean was leaning against you, peering at the items you had laid out.

“Wait, wait. Where’s your stuff?” He grumbles.

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Nothing Even Matters (Calum Hood Imagine) - Part 8

Originally posted by lukes-hot-ass

Requested: Yeah

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of alcohol

A/N: This is a re-upload because I’m an idiot and accidentally deleted it -.- part 9 will be up at around 9.30 tonight (GMT time) :-)

Nothing Even Matters Masterlist


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