thanks for the shot creepy man

Jealous- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by welbecks

Ahhh! I love Andre! XD You’ve all started a trend! Everyone loves Andre apparently! Which I am A-OK with! I wrote a version of this, hated it, so I rewrote it and LOVE IT now (even though it’s kind of short sorry)! So anon I hope you do too!!! Once again everyone let me know what you think!

Note: Ok I figured out how to queue things so as long as the imagine gets written, I’ll post one at 10 pm Eastern Standard time and one at 10 am Eastern Standard time!!! (That’s two a day until the requests stop!)

Warnings: Alcohol, flirting

Anon Request: I have another Andre request😂 sorry if it’s annoying and you don’t have to write it you don’t want to. Can you do a date night and some guy hits on andres gf and he gets jealous. Thank you


              You sat on a barstool, swirling your drink with the stirrer, looking towards the door every few minutes.

              He was late.


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Wherever You Go

“Would you write a one shot or imagine about the reader having a stalker, a creepy one and she is kinda paranoid and harry makes sure she knows she is safe and he is there and he stays up until he knows she is sleeping peacefully.”

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

WARNING - Mentions of stalker behavior and assault. Very minimal.

1184 words.

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking her coffee from the barista at her local coffee shop. She turned to leave the warm cafe, almost slamming into the man who had been standing directly behind her. She gasped, a little coffee spilling from the cup and onto her hand. “Fuck,” she cursed, shoving the cup down onto the closest surface she could find, shaking her burnt hand. “Oh god! I’m so sorry!” he said anxiously, rushing to grab some napkins. “Oh.. You’re alright, just a mistake,” she reassured, smiling tightly as she took the napkins, dabbing at the coffee that had ended up on her shirt. Her eyes looked up, forehead crinkling as she took in the appearance of the man for the first time. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place a finger on where she recognized him from “Do I… know you…?” she asked, cocking her head slightly. “No, no. Don’t think so,” he answered quickly. There was an awkward silence. “Right well I’d best be off,” he muttered, avoiding her eyes as he left to exit.


She slid the dresses in front of her along the rack, sighing, frustrated. She needed to find something to wear for some party Harry was dragging her to tonight, but so far she’d had no luck. She turned quickly on her heel, admitting defeat. She’d have to just wear something she already owned. Her eyes fell on the familiar face across from her and she double took, but when she looked back the face was gone. She hurried around the rack, spotting the figure that was loping away. “Hey!” she called, following him quickly. “Hey, you!” she called, and he turned to face her. “Yeah?” he grunted, his eyes refusing to meet hers. “You! From the coffee shop last week. And… I swear I’ve seen you since then as well! At the… the supermarket!” she announced, remembering. “Are you… Are you following me…?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

He went silent for a moment, as if weighing up his options. He went to speak, but stopped himself again, closing the gap between them in three long strides. He grabbed her shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and damp on her skin. “I’m absolutely following you, baby. You look beautiful today. Liked the jeans you wore yesterday more though…” he chuckled. She pulled away, horrified, but before she had a chance to say anything he was speaking again. “See you tonight, sweet cheeks!” he called, his voice almost threatening. And with that he was gone. She stood, frozen to the spot in the middle of the bustling store, and when she finally came to her senses, she was out of the shop in a second, half walking half running towards her car. She drove home as quickly as the law would allow, turning off the car and running into their house, her eyes scanning the driveway before slamming the door shut, locking both locks. 

“Love?” she heard, his familiar voice flooding her with immediate calm. “Hey you,” he smiled as he appeared in the hallway, kissing her gently before pulling her into a warm hug. He must’ve been able to tell something was wrong, because he pulled away earlier than he usually would, hooking a finger under her chin and frowning slightly. “Hey… Wha’s wrong?” he asked. And so she told him everything, the story spilling from her mouth in a stream of panicked words. “And… And now I think he’s going to be there tonight, and I don’t… I hate it!” she finished, eyes bright with tears as she looked up at him anxiously. Harry sighed, finding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Swee’ girl… Oh love. M’not gonna let anythin’ happen to yeh. You’ll be safe t’night, promise. An’ I’ll be righ’ by yeh the whole nigh’. An’ there’ll be so much securi’y. An’ then t’morrow we’ll work on gettin’ this guy caugh’, yeah?” he reassured, stroking a thumb across her cheek. She relaxed slightly, leaning into his touch. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Thank you,” she added, wrapping her arms around his waist.

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The Fox: Part Two

Read part one, homies!

(Yo yo yo! Hey friends, I know this took a million years, but here it is: part two of The Fox! This was really fun and quite challenging to write, but I enjoyed myself. I hope you like it! And I’m just realizing this is really long? oops. Y’all know what’s up: these are not my gifs! And if you have any comments/questions/concerns you know how to reach me! Thanks for the patience and support!)

Pairing: Barry x Reader (gender neutral!!!)

Word count: 2400ish (yikes)

Warnings: Eh, this one isn’t that bad


Months had passed since your kidnapping, and lots has happened.

Well, first, you’ve been able to control your abilities. You’re now able to free use your intuitive aptitude to master anything you please, which comes in very handy. 

You’ve also been about to control your cosmic awareness. You can manage it so well, that whenever something bad happens, it pops up like a little notification in your mind, so the imagines and warnings don’t overwhelm you.

There’s a lot of bad stuff going down in Central City. But this way, you can pick and choose what’s the more urgent and go stop it.

This cosmic awareness power has kind of put Cisco out of a job, or so he claims.

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National Treasure {Sentence Starters}
  • "You're not supposed to be up here, looking at that."
  • "Our evil plan is working."
  • "What led you to assume there's this invisible map?"
  • "Why don't you just come back down here, and we can talk through this together!"
  • "You're treasure hunters, aren't you?"
  • "Stop chatting and get in the van."
  • "When are we gonna get there? I'm hungry."
  • "I know something about history that you don't know."
  • "Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?"
  • "You are gonna go to prison. You know that, right?"
  • "Still a little on-edge from being shot at but I'll be fine, thanks for asking."
  • "No broken bones? A jump like that could kill a man."
  • "Why can't they just say, 'go to this place, here's the treasure, spend it wisely'?"
  • "You know something? You're shouting again."
  • "I'm gonna steal the Declaration of Independence!"
  • "Will someone please explain to me what these magic numbers are?"
  • "Meet me at the car. Call me if you have any problems."
  • "I'm just trying to hide from my ex-husband."
  • "If there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action."
  • "Anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't gonna want to help."
  • "It's a big blue-ish green man with a strange-looking goatee... I'm guessing that's significant."
Control - James March x Reader

REQUEST: could ya do one where you meet march and you’re a bit uneasy about him at first but then somehow he gets you to trust him? — sent by anonymous

Sorry this took so long, lovely. Hope you like it. 

You were sitting at the bar of the Cortez, sipping from a fruity drink that Liz had placed in front of you.

“From the gentleman at the end of the bar.” She had explained when she placed it down. When you glanced over you saw him. He was handsome, dark haired with a thin mustache, and he smiled at you raising his glass. You raised yours back in thanks, and turned back to the book you were reading. He was kind of giving you the creeps. You felt uneasy looking at him. Maybe it was because he was too good looking.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Sorry I'm sure you are overwhelmed with asks, but I was just wondering if you knew of any Cherik fics where Erik is younger than Charles? Thank you!

Hi Anon,

Here are just a few awesome fics with younger Erik and older Charles!

(wait) they don’t love you like I love you by Anon [Cherik, Age Difference, NC17, Kinkmeme, Complete]

Prompt: Charles is a bad guy (head of some shady criminal organization) and Erik is the kid that grew up in his household (his mother is the help? so they maybe live in the servant’s quarters). Anyway Charles likes Erik a lot and assumes that when Erik grows up he will end up working for Charles (maybe he recognizes some violent streak of potential in Erik). Only then Erik decides, while Charles is away on some sort of shady business deal overseas, to go away to college.

So obviously Charles has to go and drag Erik back because Erik is his and his alone.

Mod’s Note: Thanks to Mod!Widge for locating it on her permanent reclist (or I wouldn’t have found it)! Amazing, super hot and my personal fave older!Charles/younger!Erik fic!

Mutually Beneficial Transaction by Pookaseraph [Cherik, Age Difference, NC17, Complete]

In his sophomore year at Columbia University, Erik, feeling slowly strangled by his mounting college debt, places an add on a sugar daddies website. He doesn’t know exactly what to expect from it, but when he’s contacted by a man named Charles who seems less creepy than the other people who have responded to his profile, he decides to give it a shot. Charles is nothing like what he expected, and Erik finds himself slowly falling in love with his sugar daddy while trying to find out exactly what caused this amazing guy to buy his emotional and sexual intimacy when he clearly deserves so much more than that.

Mod’s Note: Sweet and hot with the slightest touch of angst and a superb happy ending!

Letters for His Majesty by motleystitches (furius) [Cherik, Age Difference, Mpreg, PG13, Complete]

When Charles the Gentle, King of Westchester, was nineteen years old, he killed a man named Shaw and rescued a boy he gave to the MacTaggerts’ to raise. Twenty years later, he has almost forgotten the incident. With a wife he loves as a sister, no heir, and a war going badly, Charles falls quickly and inappropriately in love with the knight Erik Lehnsherr.

Mod’s Note: Gorgeously written and marvellously in character!

Wind and Words by velvetcadence [Cherik, Age Difference, Underage, NC17, Complete]

Lord Charles of House Xavier has been out-manipulated by Queen Emma into a marriage with her cousin. Still, there are worse fates than having to wed a handsome child.

Mod’s Note: Sexy, sexy, sexy. I’ve never read such glorious despoiling (of young Erik)!  

David’s Dad (Has Got it Going On) by afrocurl  [Cherik, Age Difference, Underage, NC17, Complete]

Charles doesn’t know what to do with the crush his son’s best friend, Erik, has on him. At least not until Erik all but forces himself into Charles’ lap one night.

Mod’s Note: Hilarious…and hot! 

Evening on the Ground by ikeracity, spicedpiano [Cherik, Age Difference, NC17, WIP]

After his nervous breakdown last year, Charles is only just starting to adjust to being back in academia. He’s tenured, and he sees his psychologist regularly … but he still can’t manage to get off the serum which suppresses his telepathy, and sometimes he worries the only thing holding the anxiety at bay is a constant state of mild inebriation.

But he’s managing.

Or, he was, before he met Erik, and an illicit relationship with a student threatened to destroy everything he’d worked so hard to reclaim.

Mod’s Note: Only one chapter (20k) but it’s totally worth reading!

The Mysterious Widower’s Nazi-Hunting Virgin Husband by Cesare, motleystitches (furius)[Cherik, PG13, WIP]

In the mid-‘50s, young Erik Lehnsherr uses his position as a traveling companion to track down former Nazis.

Searching for more leads and the money to pursue them, Erik meets wealthy widower Charles Xavier. He’s soon swept into a marriage with an older man he barely knows, journeying to New York, where the mysteries of the Xavier estate, Greymalkin, and memories of Charles’ first wife Raven await him.

After Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca, with considerable Harlequin-esque liberties.

Mod’s Note: Beautifully written and the premise is interesting. Might be abandoned so read at your own risk. :D

Drunk Night, Sobering Days by issabella [Cherik, NC17, Complete]

Erik is drunk, naked - and standing in the kitchen of Charles’ Xavier.

Yet what comes easy to do and say while drunk to the gorgeous man with the blue eyes, seems suddenly filled with awkwardness the next morning. Erik feels like a fool though the proverbial silence is golden is not always the best advice, especially if one is quickly developing a crush.

Mod’s Note: Super hot PWP with Erik as Raven’s  college friend and Charles as Raven’s older professor brother.

National Treasure {Sentence Starters}

  • “You’re not supposed to be up here, looking at that.”
  • “Our evil plan is working.”
  • “What led you to assume there’s this invisible map?”
  • “Why don’t you just come back down here, and we can talk through this together!”
  • “You’re treasure hunters, aren’t you?”
  • “Stop chatting and get in the van.”
  • “When are we gonna get there? I’m hungry.”
  • “I know something about history that you don’t know.”
  • “Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?”
  • “You are gonna go to prison. You know that, right?”
  • “Still a little on-edge from being shot at but I’ll be fine, thanks for asking.”
  • “No broken bones? A jump like that could kill a man.”
  • “Why can’t they just say, ‘go to this place, here’s the treasure, spend it wisely’?”
  • “You know something? You’re shouting again.”
  • “I’m gonna steal the Declaration of Independence!”
  • “Will someone please explain to me what these magic numbers are?”
  • “Meet me at the car. Call me if you have any problems.”
  • “I’m just trying to hide from my ex-husband.”
  • “If there’s something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action.”
  • “Anyone crazy enough to believe us isn’t gonna want to help.”
  • "It’s a big blue-ish green man with a strange-looking goatee… I’m guessing that’s significant."