sorry this took so long to get done

anonymous asked:

Bach and Kanae interacting. Could be angst or Bach being a dork.

(( I gave you both and made it Kanae’s POv because I couldn’t help myself. XD))


“I want to apologize.”

Kanae was sweeping. Kanae has thousands chores to do every single day; sometimes they’re a little different from each other (for instance, she can’t clean the tubs during the weekday, because classes don’t give her enough time in the day, meanwhile she can’t put off cleaning the stove till the weekend because Beethoven is a relentless menace of her kitchen) and other times they’re the same sorts of chores she does every day to keep this place going. Kanae is always sweeping; if she sweeps anymore, she’ll have to glue the darn broom to her hand.

But it is when she was sweeping for the first time today (and she says first because she doesn’t even entertain the idea it may be her last) that she sees his black limo pull-up and watch Bach step out of the car with the same sort of regal air she’s associated with him since day one.

She’s embarrassed that she had said it, but she was right, he really has an air of high financial stability about him. How envious she feels about that-!

She clears her throat, “About what, Bach-sama?”

He stays by his spot at the gate so long that she starts walking over to him, noting that with each step, his eyes seem to sharpen with each movement. She pauses for a minute, something twisting in her stomach, as she hesitates to get any closer to him. He looks to her then, those eyes widening before something sparks behind deep blue.

Then, he seems to fluster. He clears his throat with a cough and he hurries the last few feet to her, his gait wide but almost….skittish, she’d say. She can see now that his eyes are only narrowing for the same reason that his hands are twitching and that he’s clearing his throat for the second—no, third time.

It seems oddly funny to Kanae to see someone like him could get so nervous around someone like her. Shouldn’t it be the other way around, really?

He shifts from foot to foot for a minute before straightening out. “I have heard…..about the time I had Tchiakovsky and Bądarzewska spend an afternoon—”

“You could have told me ahead of time,” she interrupts, admonishing, “I don’t mind if they come over, but I would like a heads up when you’re bringing more of those guys over. I know how to deal with my other tenants but I’m not as familiar with those two.”

He seems to wince at that and, with enough amusement she feels something like a laugh begin to bubble up inside of her, she notes he’s—-oh no the tips of his ears are red. She sucks in a breath and tries to keep it back, watching him start to move a hand to his suit jacket.

“Y-yes, well, I just wanted to apologize and I will….keep that noted. I will call next time,” he says, bringing a small, wrapped box out of his suit jacket in one swift movement. She stares at the light blue box, trying not to be marveled at the ribbon (even if it is perfectly coifed and shines perfect and honestly how does a ribbon do that, she may not want to open it), and looks back up at him. His eyes are intensely staring at her, his breathing suddenly gone shallow, and she is flung back in her own mind to the day Beethoven had shyly tried to confess, and suddenly Kanae feels herself instantly bow, hand gripping the broom tightly.

“I’m very sorry! But I’m still a high school student and I should be focusing more on my responsibilities and cannot even think about dating–!”

She is then interrupted by the most undignified sound she has ever heard and sees the box fall before it’s little thunk rings out. She straightens out, staring wide eyed and mouth agape at Bach, whose tanned skin blooms into a red hot embarrassment that stains the entirety of his face. She blinks and tries to think of something before Bach, without another word, immediately turns about-face towards his car and takes five long strides towards it.

She watches him drive away without a word and blinks, looking down at the present.

“……I think I’m becoming a heartbreaker.”

Later, when she is alone and she has smuggled the present in and hid it carefully to avoid prying, prodding eyes from her weirdo bunch, she opens it. (She compromises with herself, slipping the ribbon off carefully and placing it gently on the nightstand. The ribbon is still perfect and not a coiled end id out of place.)

She rips the wrapping carefully and opens it, not sure what she was expecting but a pair of cufflinks was not one. She furrowed her brow, unsure of what to even make of this, until she looks closely. She sees her initials on one at the top, like a little gemstone, in perfect cursive. The other has a little, perfect crown on its gemstone bauble.

Suddenly, she remembers.

Well I wanna wear them too!

Her dad only had one suit in his entire life and, before he pawned it off, Kanae used to lovingly run her hands over it. It helped her daydream of that ball her Grandmother would mention, of beautiful, fancy parties and with swirls of color from dancing couples that she would imagine as she pressed her tiny fingers to the organ, willing it to play for her stubborn wish to bring a smile to her mother or Grandmother’s face.

She always mentioned the cufflinks, because she wanted some and was as devastated as any little girl would be to hear that she couldn’t have something she so desperately wanted.

I’ll wear some too! I’ll get a big fancy ballgown AND a fancy suit! And I’ll get special sleeve buttons!

She felt something in her throat tighten. She had been devastated when he pawned it off, even threw away the cufflinks back at him when he returned, angry at her father for being so selfish, for not helping, for letting mom walk out, for making her deal with debtors and rent and bills and angry men who would beat down the door and scream at her for the money, and for how Grandma got so sick and she just kept calling but he never came and she had to—!

She holds the box, the cufflinks, and thinks of that little girl who wanted these, wanted these so bad that she’d be dancing around, happy as clam about these—

But it’s not all she wants anymore. It’s never what she really wanted.  

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Alex McIntyre for @mohkii - Sorry this took so long. I thought I’d get it done before going on vacation and was wrong. :(

Alex is gender fluid. I included a secondary outfit for the times they are feeling more femme. They are fairly athletic and love to dance though they do have a bit of a jealous streak. Their lifetime wish is to be the leader of the pack.

Alex is completely CC free. I do have all packs and didn’t pay attention to which ones I used, but the game will just replace those. Feel free to change clothing and even traits if you want. 

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A messy little comic where a discovery is made (and the masses eat it up).

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I told you I would return lol 

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on

Stiles and Derek both getting stuck in Chicago waiting for their connecting flight to San Fransisco. 

They were on the same flight from JFK to O’Hare, Stiles noticed the hot bearded guy two rows up and Derek noticed the guy who looked familiar for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on. 

They end up sitting next to each other because there’s an outlet and Derek’s phone died somewhere around hour 3 of waiting for the flight and Stiles’ figured he’d get some work done while he was stuck in hell. 

Eventually they start talking, mostly because Stiles’ went to the bathroom and when he came back hot bearded guy who kindly offered to watch his bag was cornered by a woman in yoga pants and Uggs who looked like she wanted to eat him and the guy looked terrified. 

Stiles, being the hero that he is, slides next to hot bearded guy and wraps the arm not holding a cup of coffee around his waist, “Hey babe, sorry I took so long, the line at the coffee shop was crazy.”

“It’s okay, I was just telling this nice woman that our flight got delayed but we’re still hoping to make it home for Christmas,” the guy says and Stiles nods, giving the woman a cool smile. 

She takes the hint and walks away dejectedly.

“I’m Stiles,” Stiles says, removing his arm for the guys waist. 

“Derek.”

They end up talking for hours. It turns out the reason Derek thought Stiles’ was familiar was because he was. Stiles had hung out with his younger sister when he was in high school. Stiles quietly admits that he had a crush on Derek his freshman year and Derek just smiled at him because he might have a crush on Stiles now.

By the time they get on their flight three hours later they had exchanged phone numbers and managed to get the man who was suppose to sit next to Stiles to swap so that they could keep talking. They don’t run out of things to talk about, in fact they’re both sad to part when they get off the flight. 

So they get coffee while in Beacon Hills. And then again when they’re both back in New York, though they don’t see each other as often as they’d like because Stiles lives in Queens and Derek lives in Chelsea. When they move in together 18 months later they get a little place in Brooklyn because it’s a compromise. 

And when their flight home for their wedding gets delayed at O’Hare, well it just seems fitting. 

“Were You Looking for Me?” IV

Parts [I], [II], [III]

A Rowaelin Teenage AU

Word Count: 1,470

Author’s Note: This one picks up right where part three ends, sorry for the delay. Enjoy!

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Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark

Words: 1179
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Featuring: Clint Barton
Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending.
Requested by anon
Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.
Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.

Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.

And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.

Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.

“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.

“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.

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EXO Reaction-Moaning your name in your sleep (18+)

@maknaevicky here is your request I’m sorry it took me so long, if you don’t like it let me know and i’ll give it another shot.  Thanks for liking my blog!

Hey guys i’m so grateful for all the messages and posts you guys gave me regarding my news about my friend.  It lifted my spirits.  I was able to get this request done, so I hope you guys like.—Admin B

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Xiumin:  He would hear you moan out his name in your sleep and he would be surprised.  He’d lean in and touch your thigh as he teases you just to hear you say his name one more time.

Luhan:  He would be reading a comic when he hears you moan his name, he’d look over and see that your still asleep.  He would lean in and gently tell you that he loves hearing you say his name, all while he pulls at your hair.

Kris:  He wouldn’t be too shocked when he heard you moan his name out.  He would run his hand up your leg making you moan out more just so he could hear you say his name over and over again.

Suho:  He would be really happy that you moaned out his name in your sleep.  He would just smile and bring you in close to him and he wraps his fingers around you hand.

Lay:  He would be surprised when he heard you moan his name.  He’d provoke you more by talking to you and touching you all over before you woke up.  He’d then tell you he needed to hear you moan again.

Baekhyun:  He would be proud when he heard you moan his name.  He would smile sneakily to himself and be thinking of what to do when he would decide the he should let you sleep then bring it up the next morning.

Chen:  When he heard you call out his name, he would feel aroused a little himself because seeing you sweat and move makes him happy.  He would wake you up so you could go a couple rounds before morning.

Chanyeol:  This happy virus would be shocked when he heard you say his name.  He would automatically respond without realizing your asleep.  He would then decide to just listen for a minute and use it for blackmail the next day.

Do:  He would blush upon hearing you moan his name.  He would want to sleep so he wouldn’t bother you.  When you kept moaning his name he would finally wake you up and tell you he was honored but he wanted to sleep.

Tao:  He wouldn’t know what to do when he heard you moan his name.  He wouldn’t know how to respond.  He would ask you if you were awake and when all you said was his name he’d wake you up and give you kisses all over.

Kai:  He would sit there and watch you for a little bit touching you every now and then to make you say his name again.  He would finally shake you awake where he would get on top of you and make you moan his name for many more hours.

Sehun:  This maknae would be absolutly surprised when you said his name.  He would just lay there not knowing what to do.  He would just listen in and talk to you every now and then until he feel asleep.

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anonymous asked:

Can You do a Roman Reigns Imagine? Where we have to share a hotel, and we get into a heated arguement which leads to rough , passionate sex?

  A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long to get done. But I hope you love it!

Warnings: Daddy kink, strong language, shower sex (is that warning??) uuuuh, can’t think of anything else. I write before the requests before I give the warnings so sometimes I forget :P

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      “I have to do what!?! No, there is no way that I’m gonna share my room with her! Come on, Triple H, can’t you just get her a different room? Hmm, I didn’t think so,” I said to Hunter over my cell phone. He had just informed me that I had to share my room with Y/N, the new WWE Diva. I guess with her being new and everything, Triple H and Stephanie McMahon forgot to book her a room so now I had to share mine with her.

     "Can’t she just sleep in her car,“ I asked, continuing my rant. But, of course, Triple H said no. (I just hope that he knew that I was joking.) He then told me to ‘be a man’ and deal with and it and said that Y/N should be up to my room in a few minutes. So I hung up the phone, unlocked the door, sat down back on my bed and kept an ear out for the newbie.

     The knocks on the door came half an hour later (‘in a few minutes’ my ass). Already I knew who it was, so I said 'the door’s unlocked’ and in walked Y/N. She had her bags in her hands and a towel around her neck, telling me that she just came from the gym. That and Y/N was wearing a tank-top and shorts. Plus, she was drenched in sweat; which, I hate to admit, was kinda hot.

    “Hey, Roman,” Y/N said to me after she closed and locked the door.

       “Hey,” I said back to her. I leaned back on my -or I guess I should say our- bed and started to play a game on my phone just to show the new comer that I wasn’t interested in anything that she had to say. Unfortunately she wasn’t getting the message.

    “Sorry you have to share your room with me,” she said. “I know that this wasn’t your idea, but-”

“You can say that again,” I retorted with a roll of my eyes.

    “I know this wasn’t your idea, but-” Y/N annoyingly repeated herself and then laughed at herself. I narrowed my eyes at her and she just shrugged her shoulders.

“What,” she asked. “You said I could say it again.”

    “You know  I didn’t mean it, smart ass. Now, why don’t you go to sleep on the couch so that way I won’t have to hear your voice anymore?”

  “Seriously, Roman? The couch? I thought that you would be a gentleman and let me have the bed.”

      “Normally I would, but you’re such a newbie that you just don’t deserve it,” I said laughing to myself.

  “Whatever,”she scoffed back, “I have to take a shower first, anyways.”

   “In that case, I think I have to pee.”

  “No you don’t; you’re just saying that cause I said that I want to take a shower!”

      “Probably. But you’re still not going in the bathroom, and there’s nothing you can do about it, Newbie.”

    I was completely wrong on that part cause after I said that, Y/N came over to the side of the bed that I was on, lifted one of her legs up and slammed it down onto my stomach.

   “Fuck,” I groaned in pain. Then I rolled on my side and watched as Y/N walked into the bathroom with a smirk on her face.

          A few minutes later and I could hear the shower running.

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      It had been a whole hour after Y/N had started her shower, and I had to piss. Badly. But she still wasn’t out of the bathroom. So I went to the door and heard the shower still running. I knocked hard a few times, but Y/N wasn’t responding. Look, I’m a gentleman and everything, but when a man’s gotta piss, a man’s gotta piss and I ain’t tryna piss through the window. I tried the doorknob and noticed that the door was unlocked, so I opened it and saw something that made my dick hard: Y/N had the shower head in her hand and it was pointed at her pussy. The look of pleasure was all over her face. Moans were escaping her lips, but it was hard to tell what she was saying exactly, so I listened more closely. “Fuck! Ro- Roman,” she purred my name. She purred my name!

   “Me,” I accidentally asked out loud. I still couldn’t believe that shit.

       “Shit! Roman? What the hell are you doing in here,” Y/N asked in return as she dropped the shower head. She quickly covered herself up with her hands at first and then with the shower curtain.

     “Uh, I had to take a leak,” I answered, “and you were takin’ way too long. By the way, were just playin’ with yourself….and thinkin’ about me?”

    “No! Now fuck off!”

      I took a few more steps into the bathroom and and put a smirk on my face. “Baby girl, I’d rather get you off,” I replied with a wink.

    Y/N let out a nervous gulp but had let go of the shower curtain, letting me see her in her whole naked, wet, beauty. “What’re gonna do to me, Roman?”

       “Pick that shower head back up and hand it to me, Newbie.” She did what I told her to do and I chuckled. “Baby girl, you got this on the wrong setting.”

   “What do you mean, I got it on the wrong setting,” Y/N asked impatiently, making me chuckle again.

      “Cause yo got it on spray when you should have it on massage.” I changed the setting and aimed the nozzle at Y/N’s clit. I smirked when she instantly moaned. The look on her face told me that she was enjoying this more than when she was doing this to herself.

       After a while I decided to get in the tub with the newbie. So I handed her the shower nozzle, got shirtless and pants-less and sat on the side of the tub. I took the nozzle back from her and watched as she started to rub herself. I licked my lips before I smacked her hand away and put two of fingers in her glorious hole.

   “Roman, oh my god,” Y/N screamed.

     “You like that, Baby-girl,” I asked her while I pumped in and out of her. God, I wish it was my cock filling her pussy up, but I had to wait til I got her good and ready and I had a great way to do that. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, stood up and put the shower head back where it belongs.

     “What’re you doing, baby,” Y/N asked me in an innocent voice.

       “Nuh-uh, Newbie,” I said with a wag of my index finger. “You only get to call me Daddy.”

   “Daddy?”

        “Yup, just like that; sounds fuckin’ hot too. Now, bring you fine ass closer to so I can eat you out.”

     Y/N smiled as she said “yes, Daddy”.

      She moved close enough so that her lightly trimmed bush was on my chin. I dipped my head a little to give myself a small taste of her dripping pussy. It was a quick swipe of my tongue and Y/N couldn’t help but to whimper.

    “Damn, baby, you taste so good!”

           “Fuck, how do you go from hating my guts to eating me out,” Y/N wanted to know.

    “Who cares, baby,” I answered, “just let me enjoy my feast.”

     Y/N rapidly nodded her head and I lapped up her moist opening. I went slow at first, but Y/N told me to stop teasing, so I went faster earning many loud moans from the newbie. She moaned my name plenty of times, holding on to my long hair as she came on my tongue with shakes and screams.

     “Damn, Newbie. I would’ve been doin’ this to ya much sooner if I had known that you were gonna taste so sweet and sound even sweeter.” I laughed while standing up in the tub.

      “Well, I would’ve let you do it sooner if I had known that your tongue was so powerf-” Y/N cut herself off when she saw my hard cock spring at my abs after I removed my briefs. “Holy shit,” she whispered, eyeing my dick, “you’ve got a mighty hammer there, Thor.”

    “Haha, thanks, Newbie.”

      Y/N groaned in annoyance. “When are you going to stop calling me that, Roman? You know that I’m great in the ring and I’ve beaten almost all of my opponents!”

   The whole time that Y/N was ranting, she was also looking at my naked body body up and down. She saw how my cock was dripping with pre-cum and licked her lips.

    “I’ll start callin’ you by your name once you prove to me that you can take this dick. Oh, and you can stop callin’ me Daddy while we fuck…unless of course you want to keep callin’ me Daddy.” A smirk made it’s way on to my face as Y/N made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth. “Now come on, Newbie, lets get started.”

   I helped Y/N wrap her legs around my waist and I was back in her glorious hole, but this time with my thick dick. When it got in her, the newbie gasped and asked me to give her some time to adjust to my size. Once she was ready, I slowly went in and out of her and both instantly moaned. I picked up the pace some after a few more slow thrusts, and I loooooved the way she felt around my cock. I told her that and she moaned while sucking on my neck.

    “I love the way you fill me up,” she finally said. “Your cock feels so fucking          good in me, Daddy.”

    “Mmm, I see you have no problem with still callin’ me Daddy, Newbie.”

    “Aw, fucking shiiiiit,” she moaned as I continued to pound into her and suckin’ on her nipples. “Can you blame me? You’re so fucking hot!”

     Y/N saying that got my motor running faster than before. So I made it so that Y/N’s back was right on the shower wall, picked up my pace and really pounded into her tight, wet pussy. God, it felt so fuckin’ good. My long hair got in my face and I so desperately needed to see the newbie’s sex face. So I flipped my hair over and saw her staring straight back at me with a tear falling down her cheek. I knew it was from pleasure, but I still felt the need to ask.

    “You okay, Baby-girl?”

      “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” she answered, out of breath. “You’re just really hitting my G-spot and it feels so fucking good and I -ah, shit!”

    I hit Y/N’s G-spot several more times, that’s how she cut herself off that time: cause she was enjoying my D too much. But I was enjoying her P just as much, maybe even more.

    “Come on, Newbie,” I growled, “cum all over my cock!” I told her that cause I knew that she was close; I could feel it. But I wanted her moans to be captured in my mouth, so I quickly put my mouth on hers and continued to thrust into her hole.

  Our tongues fought for dominance as we kissed and moaned in each other’s mouths. A few more thrusts later and I had the newbie shaking with pleasure. Her moans vibrating in my mouth added with her pussy pulsing around my cock had me cumming my own damn self.

    “Fuck, that was hot,” I said after I finished shooting my load in Y/N’s dripping pussy. I let Y/N back down and kissed her passionately on the lips.

   “I know, best sex ever,” Y/N replied. “But I took your dick. Hell, I loved taking it. So, I guess that means that you’re not gonna call me Newbie anymore, right?”

   I smirked at her before caressing her cheek. “That’s right, Y/N.” Her eyes lit up when I said her name. “Now lets get washed up and then go to bed together, Newbie.”

Chamber of Secrets - Part 16

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’M SOOOOOOOO SORRY this took so long to post, I was having a really busy week with my deadlines coming up,  I won’t be updating until the end of February. If I do update, then that means I’ve finished all my shit. So let’s hope I get everything done and cleared soon!

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Harsh parents (hamilsquad X reader)

@theyaremyavengers requested: Extremely harsh parents? Reader gets so worked up over it and they cause her to have a panic attack over dinner one night? But Hamilsquad comforta and defends her

(A/N sorry this took so long for me to get done! I really hope you enjoy it, I know it’s not perfect but I wanted to get it done as soon as possible for you <3)

It had become a tradition for you and your best friends to have dinner together every Friday night, and being in your last year of high school you couldn’t bear to pass up any opportunity to spend time with them. Much to your parents dismay.

You came from a very strict catholic family, your parents being the type of people that believed in modesty and that boys and girls couldn’t be ‘just friends’ which is why they detested your friendship group, consisting of just you and four boys; Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan and Marquis de Lafayette. Of course you hung out with the Schuyler sisters occasionally (you particularly enjoyed Peggy’s sense of humour) and as much as you cared for them, no one could match the bond that you had with the four boys you’d known since middle school.

When you were younger, your parents hadn’t been overly annoyed at the fact that your best friends were all male, but now that you were 18 they were convinced that if you weren’t sleeping with all of them, you were at least sleeping with one. And you could hardly tell them that John and Alex were sleeping with each other, then you would surely be forbidden from hanging out with them, lest their homosexual influences rub off on you. Which was frankly a load of bullshit.

Tonight you were having dinner with the boys at a small café Hercules’ mother owned, around the corner from his house. You had been so excited for this all week, until your parents had decided to give you a lecture before going out.

“You’re not spending the evening with those boys again are you?” Your father sighed, “I know you like them but they’re not a good influence on someone like yourself,”

“Why don’t you invite that Elizabeth over instead Y/N?” Your mother asked, “she was lovely. And I’d feel much safer if you were with her, I’ve heard awful things about immigrants in the news,”

Your hands had balled into fists. “Just because they’re immigrants doesn’t make them bad people,” you muttered.

“Don’t you backchat me!” You mother warned.

“And get yourself changed out of those scruffy jeans! You look like a bloody boy yourself in them!” Your father scolded, “God, why can’t you be more like your brother? He never causes any problems like this,”

That did it. You stormed out of the house without a second thought, resorting to getting a bus instead of a lift from your parents. You were disappointed that you showed up a little later than the boys did, but no one seemed to mind.

“About time!” Laf teased as you slipped into a seat next to Hercules.

“Yeah we had to practically keep Laf’s mouth closed with duct taped so he wouldn’t order without you,” Alexander laughed.

“What kept you man?” John asked.

“Parents,” you shrugged as a vague answer. They all nodded understandingly, being far too aware of what your parents could be like. Not wanting to keep the mood somber for long though, the boys were soon joking and laughing loudly again. You tried as hard as you could to join in with their banter, but you just weren’t feeling it tonight.

“Are you okay?” Alex mouthed to you at one point, whilst the others were laughing at John, who was laughing so hard that his lemonade was coming out of his nose.

You nodded incessantly, not wanting to ruin the light hearted mood of the evening. Alexander didn’t look totally convinced, but turned back to John regardless and joined in with the laughter of the others.

As you ordered desserts you decided to text your mother, asking if she could come and pick you up in half an hour. After all, it was getting so late that there wouldn’t be any more buses coming and walking all the way home in the dark was not an option.

'You can make you’re own way home, since you’re clearly old enough to know better than your parents,’ was your mother’s response, within a minute of you having sent your text.

Your hands tightened around you phone, eyes welling up with tears. Why did she have to be so horrible? How the hell was an 18 year old girl meant to get home on her own at this time of night without buses running? And it’s not like you had even done anything that bad! All you had done was stuck up for your friends after your parents had made a racist comment.

“I just need some air,” you mumbled to the boys, pushing yourself up from the table and stumbling to the door, refusing to let the boys see you cry.

“Y/N! What wrong?” Lafayette called after you, but you hardly heard him.

As you stepped outside, the cool night air hit your face and you fell against a nearby wall. You choked up a sob as thick tears began to stream down your face, your vision becoming blurred and your chest tightening, quickening your breath between sobs. Slumping into a sitting position, a dozen thoughts ran through your mind all at once. Why weren’t you good enough for your parents? Were you truly a horrible person? And what about your friends? If your own parents treated you like this then surely no one outside of your family could like you. Could your friends secretly hate you?

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call.

Tilting your head to the side slightly you saw your friends, lead by Alex, rushing to your side.

No, they couldn’t see you like this! But your words of protest wouldn’t come out, and all you could do instead was bury your face in your hands, ashamed at your sorry state.

You heard Lafayette’s soft French accent speaking calmly in front of you, reciting breathing techniques to help regulate your erratic breath.

“It’s alright, I promise,” Alex murmured, bending down to take your hand in his own and whispered encouraging words to you.

Soon enough, your breath began to even out and the tears stopped falling. You lifted your head up slowly, face red with embarrassment that your friends had to see you like that.

All four boys were sat with you on the floor, not too close for it to be uncomfortable, but enough to make you know that they were there for you.

“Are you okay?” Alexander asked softly.

“What happened mon chou?” Lafayette followed up.

“Just… Ugh I’m just being stupid,” you insisted.

“If it upset you then it’s not stupid, no matter what it is,” Hercules assured you.

“Was it… Something your parents did?” Alex promoted.

You hesitated before giving a small nod.

“What did they say?” John asked, trying to suppress his anger, but his hands clearly formed into fists at his side.

“It’s… They’re just so harsh with me!” You sighed, “they always make a point of disapproving of you guys, like they think we’re in some sort of harem or something! And they yelled at me for backchatting before even though I was just trying to defend Laf and Alex after mom made a nasty comment about immigrants! And they’re constantly comparing me to my little brother and now she won’t come and pick me up to bring me home even though it’s dark out and the buses don’t run at night,”

You took a deep breath after your little rant, all of your complaints being expelled from your body at once.

“Y/N, I have no problem giving you a ride home,” Hercules chuckled as he pulled you into a hug.

“And I understand what it’s like, with your parents and all,” said John. “But think on the bright side. Next year we’ll all be in college and you don’t have to worry about them!”

“But if it ever gets too much for you at home until then, you know your always welcome at my place,” added Alex, “George and Martha adore you, you might as well be their other foster child,”

You chuckled as you began to stand up, Lafayette taking your hand to help, and all of the boys wrapped you up in a group hug.

As Hercules dropped you home that night, all the boys made sure to give you one last hug before you got out of the car.

“If they ever make you upset again tell them they have me to answer too,” said John.

“Tell them 'casse-toi’ from me!” Muttered Lafayette as he kisses both of your cheeks.

“Keep your head up Y/N, your seriously amazing,” beamed Alex.

“We love you, Y/N!” Shouted Hercules out of the car window as you walked up the pathway to your house.

You laughed and turned around to wave at your friends, who were all grinning and waving back. And as you entered your house, you were still smiling, knowing that you had the best friends in the entire world.

So Damn Corny

Summary: First smut and I’m a little nervous about it! I don’t really have a summary for this. Y'all are fuck buddies and well, it was time to fuck.

AN: I suck at summaries. Sorry. Pictures/Artwork/Giphs are not mine. Credit goes to the original owner.

~CK

Home at last. You sighed as you took your spot on the couch. It had been a long ass week. No, really. It was a long ass week. You had been running around from meeting to meeting barely having enough time to actually get the work done from one meeting to the next but you were done….Kinda… You’d have to log some hours over the weekend to make sure you weren’t in the hole come Monday but you were more than willing to put in the work. You were the project manager for an accounting firm and with the end of the year quickly drawing to a close it was time for review of everyone’s retirement plans.

Anyway, that doesn’t matter. What does matter is the fact that it is finally Friday and you were home on your couch with remote in hand,movie in the player, bonnet and sweatpants on. You had your popcorn with the perfect amount of M&Ms mixed in. You were officially ready to enjoy an evening of absolutely nothing. You earned this. You made it through one 6 hour meeting and another 3 hour meeting today alone. You sat back and had just pressed play ready to watch Wesley Snipes try to slay in red kitten heels as Miss Noxema Jackson when your phone rang. You let your head drop back and debated answering the damn thing. There was nothing dragging you away from this couch tonight. You looked at the caller ID and it read Jay. Almost nothing.

Without a second thought you answered the phone and exchanged quick hellos. “You should come through.” You let out a soft sigh and looked down at your clothes and felt the bonnet on your head. “What else are you going to do? Sit at home and quote To Wong Fu all night?” You looked at your TV screen. “I wasn’t going to quote it all night.” It was official he knew you too well. “Take off the bonnet and them old ass sweat pants. Put something cute on. Put on that little see through lingerie set and bring yo ass on.” Yeah, he definitely knew you too well. You and Jay had been fucking around for a few good months. You met through a mutual friend and would occasionally run into each other.  No, it wasn’t a relationship and for that you were grateful. Neither of you had the time to make that commitment. You knew what it was and so did he. “Wait, isn’t it your turn to come over here?” You asked trying to think back. “Y/N, get off the damn phone and quit playin.” He said with a chuckle and hung up. “Ol rude ass.” You said putting the phone down. You couldn’t even pretend that you weren’t going to go. That didn’t mean that you couldn’t make him wait.

Two hours later you were showered, shaved, dressed and finally leaving your house. Jay called twice and you answered neither time but shot off a text telling him to calm his thirsty ass down. After a twenty minute drive you were finally at Jays. He opened the door and tried to play like he had an attitude. “Took you long enough.” He said and gave your ass a soft smack as you walked inside. “Sorry, to keep you waiting. Maybe next time you won’t hang up on me.” You slid your shoes off and made your way further inside. You felt him walking closely behind you and put just a little bit extra twist in your step. He closed the gap between you and your back to his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other pushed your hair to the side. He bent down and nipped at your neck before placing a kiss in it’s hallow. “Don’t fuck up my hair, Jay. I just got it done.” He let out a low laugh and you felt his fingers in your scalp. He tugged your hair making your head fall back and exposing more of your neck. “Now, I’ve worked all damn day. We’ve both been stressed.” He sucked your earlobe into his mouth causing you to moan and roll your hips against him feeling his quickly hardening member. “For once don’t make me fight you for it.” It was your turn to chuckle. “That’s half of the fun” You groaned as his hand slid into your jeans and he ran a long finger across your slit.

You turned around to face Jay and your lips quickly found each others. He was fine as hell all around but there was something about his mouth. His lips were soft but the kiss was rough. His determination was becoming very clear from the way he damn near ripped your shirt over your head and quickly tore his own off. You hands were busy with his belt and jeans as the two of you made your way, stumbling, down the hall to his bedroom. He had you stripped down to your sheer wine colored teddy and was already pushing you back against the bed. You let yourself lie back as Jay stood in between your legs. “This is new.” He said gruffly. You nodded your head while letting your hands gently trail the straps. You pulled one off of your shoulder while your other hand skimmed the thin material from your breast over your abs to your sex. You ran your own fingers over your slit teasing yourself. Jay smirked as he enjoyed the little show. You were egging yourself on just looking at him. He cupped the back of one of your legs and brought it up to rest against the length of his torso. He absentmindedly  kissed your ankle while gently running a hand up and down your leg. The muscle in his arm flexing slightly each time he moved his arm. Damn, you could get off just looking at him. It was those tattoos you convinced yourself. You continued to let your hands roam over your body imaging they were Jay’s.

He lowered himself to his knees and brought your other leg over his shoulder. He pulled you by your thighs until your ass was at the edge of the bed almost hanging off. You had to raise your head slightly to watch him. He was kissing your inner thigh drawing ever closer to where you needed him the most. Your knew you were already wet. Your body started prepping itself as soon as he hung up the phone. Jay gave you that signature smirk as he pulled the material to the side exposing you to him completely. He used the same hand slid two digits into your channel. The both of you moaned. “Already so wet.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before you felt his tongue tracing along your entrance and then swirling around your clit. You let out a long low moan. He slowly slid his long slender fingers in and out of your channel while flicking your clit with his tongue. You fell flat back against the bed and rolled your hips against his mouth. You slid one hand into his hair gripping it hard. Your moans filled the air encouraging him and giving the signal that you were getting closer. Jay continued his combo of tongue and fingers and before long your legs were shaking and you were crying out your release. Your body shook beneath him as he pulled way from you and stood up.

You were coming down from your high eyes still closed. You could hear Jay shuffling around the sound a of wrapper being torn. It wasn’t long before you felt the bed dip with his weight. Jay had you stripped completely and on your hands and knees. He lined himself and sunk his thick length into your dripping wet center. “Fuuuuuck” you hissed loving the way he stretched and filled you. You rocked back against him as he thrust his hips forward. You two found your rhythm and picked up the pace. Low groans, high moans and skin slapping each other provided the soundtrack.

“So fucking tight” You heard Jay grunt into your ear as he leaned over you. His hand was in your hair pulling your head back. He leaned back watching your ass jiggle every time he rocked into you. He started to go at you harder and alternated slaps on your ass. “You like the way daddy fucks you?” He said in a low voice gripping your ass hard. “Yeeeesssss” You drew the word out loving when he would let this side out. Aggressive Jay was your favorite Jay. You both felt your channel tighten a clear sign that you were coming up on orgasm two for the evening. It must have been what Jay’s own body was looking for because he stuttered in his movements briefly. He reached around and quickly found your clit. You placed your hand over his guiding his fingers to touch exactly how you needed. With the both of you working hard to get each other off it didn’t take much more effort. The both of you were cussing and grinding against each other before you finally collapsed on the bed breathing hard and sweating a little.

After a few moments Jay looked down at you and chuckled. You looked up at him frowning a bit “What are you laughing at?” He gave your hair a slight tug. “Hair weave killa” You narrowed your eyes as you felt what was a bomb ass flat iron now reverted into your 4b texture. “Damn, Jay I just got it done!” You half whined and hit his chest. “Girl, quit playing you knew when you came over here what was gone happen.” You rolled your eyes and relaxed against the pillows. “You lucky it’s good otherwise we’d be boxing right now.” He got this goofy ass look on his face. “Don’t” You started to say but were cut off. “I don’t disappoint.” He said laughing at his own joke. “So damn corny.” You muttered before laughing a bit.

Rough ~D.L, S.M.~

Summary: you and stew get into a fight and you meet Derek

Requested: yes

Note: yay my first imagine from my little break. Sorry it took so long. So some of the requests I’ve received I’m just gonna make them texts or Instagrams or twitters because I haven’t done that in a while and I think it’ll be cute.


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“I swear to god it’s not that serious.” I roll my eyes at my boyfriend.

“What do you mean not that serious? Y/n basically said you didn’t trust me in front of everyone. How is that not serious?” Stew says looking exhausted.

“Because you know how I am. I have serious trust issues and every guy has broken my he-”

“So you really don’t trust me?” He says interrupting me.

“I think I love you stew but I’ve never been 100% sure on that. I’m all kinds of fucked up. Trust doesn’t come easy” i look in stews eyes.

“Well if you’re not even going to try then what the point y/n?” He says sighing and closing his eyes.

“Stew, don’t say that. I’m try-”

“NO YOURE NOT. YOURE NOT TRYING. SO JUST LEAVE. MAYBE I CANT HANDLE YOUR ISSUES, MAYBE YOURE TOO FUCKED UP FOR ME. SO LEAVE Y/N”

I look at stew and feel my heart shatter. He really can’t handle me. I audibly gulp and nod my head slowly. I grab my purse and walkout to my car. I pull out of stews driveway and head home. Was that a break up? Did I just lose stew?

Fuck it. I haven’t cried over a guy in 7 years. I’m not starting now.

I arrive at my house and began getting ready to go out. I hadn’t been out to a club in a long time.

As I finish the last piece of my hair. My uber arrives. I hop in and head to the club.

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I’ve been here for 15 minutes and this hot guy is already buying me drinks.

“You look beautiful. What’s your name?”

“I’m y/n, you?”

“I’m Derek” he says smiling. I could see his tattoos peeking out from his tshirt.

“Well Derek it’s nice to meet you.”

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We entered Derek’s house and he pushed me against the door he just closed. Our lips together in a feverish kiss.

He moves down to my neck biting and sucking hard.

“Fuck Derek. Please I need you.”

He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom.

“Call me daddy princess.” At his words I let out a moan and buck my hips.

He begins taking off my shirt and kissing down my stomach. As he began kissing my hips he makes eye contact with me.

I grab his sheets tightly and bite my lip. He chuckles and pulls my shorts and underwear down and kisses back up my legs.

He winks at me and dives in. He sucks my clit while his fingers tease my entrance.

My moaning is out of control and I can feel myself getting closer.

“SHIT DADDY DONT STOP. IM SO CLOSE” my back arched off the bed but Derek stopped. I opened my eyes to see he was right above me with a smirk on his face.

“Pretty sure I said don’t stop” I say grabbing his neck.

“Pretty sure I’m your daddy and I’m about to fuck you senseless so I suggest you shut up babe” he says positioning himself in front of me before slowly sliding in.

He groans and I let out a moan at how big he is.

He moves slow but hard and I can barely breathe. It feels so good.

He then starts pounding into me at impossible speeds and I’m thrashing and convulsing. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head.

“Fuck baby girl. Your pussy is so tight and warm, do you like when I fuck you like this. I bet you love it when my big thick cock rams into your tight little pussy Huh?.” He lightly grabs my neck and I’m basically screaming at this point. He moves his hand down to my boob while he dips down and sucks and bites my neck.

“ANSWER ME PRINCESS”

“FUCK DADDY I LIKE IT SO MUCH. I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK DEEP IN MY PUSSY”

“Good girl. Now let it all go. Cum all over my cock.” I scream and stop moving. I cum and clench around Derek and hear him groan. He keeps pounding at the same pace and I feel it again. He pulls out and hits his tip on my clit. I cry out and squirt. It goes everywhere as he rubs my clit furiously. He pumps himself and cums on my stomach.

He cleans us up and tells me to go sleep and that he’ll cook us breakfast in the morning. He puts his t-shirt and boxers on me as I’m falling asleep.

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I wake up and smell my favorites. Weed and Food.

I throw my hair up and stumble downstairs. I see Derek without a shirt but basketball shorts and socks and slides. He’s cooking breakfast with a blunt in his mouth. He turns around a smiles at me.

“Hey princess. How’s your legs?”

“They’re hell” I say laughing. He walks over and hands me a plate. He kisses my head and sits in front of me.

“You smoke?”

“Hell yeah.” I say grinning. This food was good as shit, he was cute and he handed me a blunt

“Good. Oh my friends are on their way over just letting you know” as he said that there was a knock on the front door.

I moved into the living room after putting my plate in the dishwasher. I rolled another blunt because the one Derek gave me was barely anything.

“Wassup Derek, how you been?” I hear someone say. I shoot my head up cause I know that voice too well.

“I’ve been good, is this your little brother?”

“Yep. I brought him cause he doesn’t believe your lean is the best. Y/N?”

I look ovjer and see Nate and Stew staring me. I quickly look down at the blunt I’m making. I set it down and try to avoid their stares.

Derek sits next to me and pulls me into his lap. I hold his cup as he makes his lean. He hands the cup to stew and tells him to try some.

He doesn’t seem to notice the awkwardness.

Stew takes a sip while staring at me. I look down while Derek rubs up and down my thigh.

“So nate, how do you know y/n?”

“She’s my ex” stew says rudely.

“That’s your fault Stewart.” I say rolling my eyes.

“Still didn’t expect you to fuck some random guy the same night.” He says laughing dryly.

“Oh fuck off, there’s a hickey on your neck so don’t act like you’re all innocent.” I say standing up from Derek’s lap.

“I have one hickey. I made out with your friend to make jealous. You fucked my brothers friend and now you’re acting like a groupie. There’s a huge difference between us.” He says standing in front of me.

“You know what maloley. Everyone’s right. You’re a fucking idiot and you’ll be stuck in your big brothers shadow for the rest of your life. Making out with my friend to make me jealous is just about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. Which is saying a lot. Me and Derek fucked, but I didn’t know you or Nate knew him. It doesn’t matter anyway cause his dick game is stronger faster and better than yours will ever be.” I spit out before walking up stairs to get dressed.

As I’m grabbing my phone to leave, Derek grabs my arm and pulls me into him.

“I didn’t mean to cause drama princess. Here’s my number. Text me as soon as you get home and we’ll hangout another time.” He says kissing me and letting me go. I walk out to the uber that I called.

anonymous asked:

Prompt 14: the reader finds out all the horrible stuff Jason has done and he's afraid he's gonna lose them

I’m so sorry it took so long to get this out to you!! I’m an awful person and I apologize. I hope you enjoy it, love!!!

Prompt 14: “I used to do a lot of things.”

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Key Words: “Used to”

Jason Todd, the name of your boyfriend. He had his secrets, but who didn’t? You sure as hell did, though yours weren’t quite as big.

As told to you by the Red Hood helmet currently resting in your hands.

Jason and you have been together for sometime now, but you still knew very little about his job. You knew it was at night and was for a security company. Which you found plausible because of his amount of firearms.

But you didn’t ever understand how he could get so injured when he told you he was working at a concert or exhibit that night. You’ve seen him come back to his apartment with cuts and bruises.

You didn’t live together but you stayed over sometimes, causing you to see the wounds. Once you even had to pop his dislocated shoulder back into place… ew.

You were staying at his apartment on this current night. Coming through the door you saw the place in disarray, something uncommon for the normally neat Jason.

Though remembering him saying he got called out on an emergency, you figured that was the reason for the mess. Deciding he would most likely be tired coming back you began to pick up the discarded items of clothing and putting his random stuff into his bedroom closet. Where you’d previously seen the items.

Though the stacking and shifting of items made the once tucked away helmet come crashing to the floor and find it’s way into your hands.

It explained a lot honestly, but you still couldn’t help but feel betrayed by him.

Entranced at the red surface you were oblivious to the door opening.


Jason walked through the door of his apartment. Seeing it picked up and noticing your shoes and jacket. “Hey babe” he yelled into the apartment while removing his shoes and jacket as well.

Walking further into the apartment, “[F/n]? calling once more. “Sorry I’m late but thanks for picking up. You’re the —-” his voice caught in his throat upon seeing you exit his room, the helmet in your hands.

All of the worries he had of you finding that came to the forefront. He always wanted to tell you he was Red Hood, hell he wanted you to move in with him. But his fear of losing you due to his past was too much of a risk and kept him from it. What if you hated what he did before and left? He’d be devastated.

So, instead he stood there frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Well?” You asked, the betrayal laced in your voice. He opened his mouth to speak but resulted in his voice catching in his throat. “Jason, why do you have this?” you yelled, sick of his silence.

“I-I” he sputtered. Unable to form words, let alone a sentence. Taking a deep breath he confessed, “I’m the Red Hood”

“When were you going to tell me?” You questioned, tears stinging your eyes and throwing the helmet to the armchair. How could he keep something like this from you?

He went to say something but instead diverted his eyes from yours.

“Oh, I get it” a breathy laugh or more scoff escaped your throat. “You weren’t going to tell me” shaking your head at him.

“[F/n] I wanted to tell you, I-I just couldn’t” he said desperately trying to express his reasoning.

“Why?” your voice was breathy and quiet.

He ran his hands through his hair before walking to sit on the couch. His head burying in his hands.

Sighing you walked around the couch and sat on the coffee table, facing him. He looked up at you. “[F/n] I…” he paused, “I used to do a lot of things. A lot of bad things”

“I know, I remember the news stories.” You had seen all of the headlines about when the Red Hood was taking out all of the crime lords.

“I didn’t want you to find out about the person I was. I wanted to start new with you. Please don’t be mad with me, I’m not that person anymore. I need you.” he explained, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Jay, I’m not mad about what you did. What I’m unhappy about is that you lied to me for so long. Coming back with bruises and dislocated joints, god knows what other injuries you’ve obtained.” You revealed softly, his shoulders relaxed some. “I just worry about you.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. I just didn’t want to risk losing you, I love you.” He took your hand in his and brought your knuckles to his lips.

Your eyes softened, “Just promise you’ll tell me truth from now on.”

“I promise. No! I swear that I will never lie to you again. And I’m going to start right now.” After saying that, he went on to explain everything that happened to him. About his mother’s addiction, his life on the street, then being robin, his death by the joker, his resurrection and becoming Red Hood, and finally his reconciliation with his family.

“Is this why you never wanted me to meet them, because they’re all heroes?” squeezing his hand.

He nodded, “I have to ask you something though” giving you a small smile. “What is it?” running your thumb over his knuckles.

“Will you move in with me?” You could see the worry of rejection in his eyes. Smiling you leaned in and softly connected your lips to his, “I basically live here already” you chuckled.

He smiled before pulling you onto the couch with him. “I’m so relieved you understand”

“I’m glad that there’s no more secrets” you smiled nuzzling into his chest.

“Never again. And I’ll have to introduce you to my family now” he proposed. Grin growing, you nodded your head “I’d love that.”

“But for now, lets just enjoy this” you added before pecking his cheek. He smiled before pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your temple.

“I love you [F/n]” he said into your hair.

“And I love you.. Red Hood~” You teased before he pulled you closer chuckling. He’s always such a worrier.

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Maybe a part 2 where the reader meets his family? Perhaps?

Poker Face

Thomas Jefferson x Reader 

Note: Writing this made me want to play poker because I haven’t played in so long, anyway it took me a while to get to this request but it’s done now and I hope you enjoy! Also it’s kinda short and I’m sorry, I didn’t really know how to make it longer.

Request: Really random request, but could you do one where the reader and jefferson are playing some board or card game or something like that and he’s sooooo confident he’s gonna win and the reader just let him enjoy but at the end brutally ends him. 

Word Count: 591

Originally posted by gael-garcia

Thomas smirks at you across the table as he glances up from the cards in his hands. He knows he’s giving himself away, letting his poker face break and grinning like a Cheshire cat but he doesn’t care he know’s you’d have to be incredibly lucky to get a better hand than his. 

You raise an eyebrow as you watch your boyfriend grinning at you. This hand been his idea, after surprising you with a romantic, candle lit dinner he had decided that the best way to end the evening would be to play a game of poker. 

As with everything he does he was cocky from the beginning, confident that there was no way he could lose to you. You had tried to remind him that poker was a game of luck, that both of you had an equal chance of winning but he had just smiled and explained that he had an excellent poker face from years of playing and that you had played the game for the first time when he taught you a few months ago. 

“You might want to fold now darling, I get the feeling you’d rather fold than lose” he purrs. 

The soft glow of the candlelight, lights his features in a way that makes his smile seem almost menacing and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him and his love for being so dramatic.

“And why would you say that? You can’t possibly know what I have” you point out, eliciting a chuckle from him. 

“Fair point, but I doubt you have a higher hand than I do love” he says. 

“Why don’t we find out and show our cards?” you suggest and he nods, placing his cards face up on the table in front of him 5,6,7,8 and 9 of clubs. A straight flush. 

 Your eyes flick between his cards lying on the table, to the grin that somehow grew even bigger plastered on his face and then finally to the cards in your hand. 

You sigh as you reach for your glass of wine and take a sip, you take your time bringing the glass to your lips in an attempt to make him wait and keep him on edge. 

“Need a drink with your defeat love?” he asks. Finally you let your poker face break as your mouth spreads into a smirk to challenge his. 

“Oh honey, I believe you’re the one who’s going to need a drink with your defeat” You explain slyly as you place your cards on the table right in front of his. Ace, King, Queen, Jack and 10 of hearts. A royal flush. 

You grin as his face drops to a look of total surprise and shock, his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide. You bite your lip in an attempt not to laugh at the expression on his face. 

“No way” he mutters, his eyes quickly looking between the two hands of cards. “No fucking way” 

“Close your mouth Thomas it’s not attractive” you take another sip of your wine with a smirk as he looks up at you, the surprise still clear on his face. 

“But…but you, you have a terrible poker face! Every other time we play you give yourself away” He exclaims. 

You simply shrug as you gather the cards together, putting them back into the deck. 

“I’ve been practicing” you say simply and he shakes his head. “Have a drink that might make you feel better in your defeat” you tell him with a smile.