the l shaped room

Oh my God, we're so sorry we blocked your doorway. Now go get your ear muffs.

I’ve had a long respectable career in game development. A couple of years ago I’ve abandoned it for a cushy corporate job, and now spend most of my days missing gamedev.

This story takes place about 10 years ago at the apex of my career.

I was the lead on a AAA project. Our parent company, for which videogames was just one of many lines of business, was going through changes. We had to move offices three times in one year. Second of the three moves, always intended to be temporary, put us into the basement of an older building long occupied by satellite departments not involved with development.

The basement we were given had been empty for years, save for the most distant office. You entered the basement through a dimly lit staircase. Then, after you snaked through a horror-movie-like maze of corridors and interconnected small rooms, you’d eventually arrive at the farthest room of all.

A golden plaque was on the door.

Trademark Compliance Department.

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Power Couple

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: swearing and cuteness

Word Count: 1,200+

Request from @asmolarab :Tom and the Reader are dating. The reader is a famous musician.

Also inspired from the recent drama of his fans saying rude stuff on that models page after he liked her photo… Like c’mon he’s 21 let him live pls. 



[Reader’s POV] 

   Today you were home with Tessa waiting for Tom’s interview to start. Lounging in leggings and one of Tom’s pullovers. Walking over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Asking Alexa to turn up the tv so you could hear it from the kitchen.

     Tessa following you around whenever Tom wasn’t home. Getting the kettle ready and placing it on the stove. Reaching into the cupboard for a mug then for your organizer full of teas. Picking out which tea you want today ,you pick it from the slot.

     Tearing it open you pull the bag out and set it into the mug. Throwing the trash away turning around once you hear the kettle whistle. Reaching over you lift it up and grab your mug. Pouring the hot water into the mug seeing the light steam rising from the mug. 

     A smile rises to your face as you smell the raspberry scent fill your nose. Grabbing a the sugar spoon and doing one little spoonful. Opening the fridge you grab the almond milk out of the fridge. Pouring a small amount then putting it away. Pulling out the drawer and taking out a spoon to stir everything together.

“Tom Holland will be on next after the break!” The host’s voice fills the air making you look over from hearing your boyfriend’s name. A smile on your face thinking of him. You’re so proud of where he is right now.

“C’mon Tess, let’s go back and wait for daddy to come back on” Leaning down rubbing her head and stroking the side of her face with your thumb. The two of you head back to the living room and sit down on the L shaped couch.

    Sipping your tea you open up Instagram on your phone. A spam of comments on your new photo making you roll your eyes. Tom’s fans were giving you shit since the moment he announced the two of you dating. It was worse whenever Tom would like your photos cause you received so much hate for it.

     Checking the charts on Itunes you see your album at the top. Pride replaces the annoyance from Tom’s fans. You did this, your album hit number one on the charts. All your hard work was paying off and it was so satisfying. Tessa barks making you look up from your phone. She sat below the tv looking up at the screen. Her tail is wagging as she see’s Tom popping up on the screen.

     Setting your phone aside you get comfortable on the couch. He looked so damn handsome in that outfit, how’d you get so lucky for him to fall for you? Watching him sit down on the interviewers couch taking a sip from the cup near him.  He was always drinking something during interviews.

“So Tom, congrats on the new movie man you did a brilliant job!” the interviewers thick English accent was easy to understand. Tom’s smile made your heart flutter, he is literal perfection and all yours.

“Thank you so much, It was a blast to film and the cast was amazing and it’s all thanks to Marvel and Sony” 

“Also we just got news of your girlfriend’s album she just released” the host points towards the screen. An image popping up of it being number one on the charts. Tom’s face filled with shock, a smile on his face.

“That’s amazing! Angel I’m so proud of you, wow you did it! Can’t wait to give you a massive hug when I get home” Tom’s excitement for you made you tear up. Recognition from him meant the world to you. He stands up dancing in a circle then blowing a kiss to the camera for you. 


“Darling, I’m home! Where are my two favorite girls?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room. Getting off the bed you head towards the doorway.

    Walking out of the bedroom to see him holding a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses. A grin on your face from the sight. Tessa was sitting next to him with her tail wagging. Heading over to Tom giving him a kiss on the lips. You didn’t deserve such a great boyfriend, you’re blessed.

“I love you” you smile wrapping your arms around his waist. The feeling of his arms wrap aroung you made you sigh in content. Smelling the roses that were being held near you.

“I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come darling, I love you more than you can imagine.. I know my fans can get angsty and I apologize for their behavior.. Just know I’m yours and you’re mine” His lips press against your forehead. Your eyes closing absorbing all the love that was radiating off of him. 

    Moments like these were the best. He always knew how to make you feel better through the stress. The both of you could barely do anything without getting attacked by the fans. Your actions either being bashed or turned into memes. It was hard being famous sometimes, it had it’s perks but it’s mentally exhausting.

“Can we get drunk and order some pizza?” opening your eyes to a grinning Tom, he loved those kind of nights. Drinking with Tom always lead to some interesting nights. Funny and sexual kind of nights with Netflix and major chilling.

“Hell yes we can, it’s a time to celebrate you made it to fucking number one on the charts!” He raises to bottle up in the air sticking his tongue out. His face making you giggle from how much of a goof he really is. 

   Walking over to the kitchen together he grabs two glasses from the collection he had. Opening the champagne with a pop Tessa barks loudly taking off towards the bedroom. The two of you laugh at how she reacted as he pours the bubbling liquid into the glasses. Handing you a glass he takes the last one. Tapping the side of it acting like he had a knife, a giggle escaped you.

“To many more celebrations and successful moments we get to share together!” Tom smiles clinking his glass with yours. Taking a sip you hum in satisfaction.

“Let me grab the phone to order the pizza” He says setting his glass down reaching for the land line. Taking a few more sips quickly finishing it, you wanted to get drunk. This bottle isn’t going to finish itself.

    Setting the glass down you wrap your arms around Tom’s waist. His hand rubbed circles on your back but stopped when you started kissing his neck. Kissing from the base of his neck to right below his ear. You could hear his breathing getting shaky. A grin made its way to your lips from how you could make him feel.

“Fuck the calories out of me Holland” you whisper pressing a kiss to his jawline. Pulling away you see his mouth slightly ajar. Looking at him you see his eyes get a shade darker making you gulp.

“So fuck you now, then after and again and again.. Got it” Tom’s voice husky as his hands slide down to your waist. Before you could say anything Tom lifts you over his shoulder taking off towards the bedroom.

“Ah! Tom put me down you lil shit!” you shout wiggling in his grasp, earning a slap to your ass.

“Looks like I’m going to hit number one on the charts tonight as well” Tom snickers shooing Tessa out of the room and closing the door.

Tom was definitely already at number one on charts for being an amazing boyfriend,best friend and lover.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 4)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: Bobby confronts Dean at work. Later, you decide to fix things once and for all, but Dean thwarts your plan.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: language, mild angst

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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Dwayne Johnson - Pillows...really?

Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson - he’s away filming a movie and you haven’t seen him in a while then he comes home really early one morning and surprises you with lots of fluff and a bit of implied smut. 

Request for - Anon

Warnings - Fluff, Implied Smut

Word Count - 909 Words.

Originally posted by lovedwaynejohnson

Just as you sat down with your late night hot cocoa to watch re-runs of Gossip Girl your phone pinged as you received a text from your Husband of 4 years; the same adorable goodnight message you got from him every night as he was just starting his day on the other side of America. The text jogged your memory towards the calendar that hung in your kitchen and reminded you that you hadn’t placed your daily cross on it yet.

You placed down your cocoa and made your way to kitchen, you sighed grabbing the ‘Dwayne Johnson’ pen from the holder in the calendar (yes, he has his own pens) and signed a cross on day 33 out of 56. You sighed sadly placing the pen back; still just over 3 weeks left of sitting all alone in this ginormous house doing nothing but making sure you don’t kill your husbands beloved indoor plants, watching shitty shows and babysitting Hobbs (our frenchie - who in some respect was company but he preferred the company of his luxury doggy bed as opposed to mine)

I shook my head and chuckled, making my way back to the huge ‘L’ shaped sofa centred in the large room, i grabbed my drink off of the pristine looking glass coffee table and began to layer several of the about 30 pillows that adorned yours and Dwayne’s custom made sofa. 

You were about a third of the way through your 5th episode of Gossip Girl (at 2:30 in morning), hot drink long forgotten and your fort of pillows had somehow increased into a castle. Your eyelids started to droop as you felt fatigue lay it’s heavy and overbearing presence upon them, your weakened arms began to slowly remove the pillows surrounding your body; when all of a sudden your heard the signature beeping of your security device - instantly alerting you that there was someone trying to enter your home.

Fear rushed through your body and eliminated any form of drowsiness. You threw all of the pillows off of your frame and crouched down with them behind the bottom half of the ‘L’ shape of the sofa. The beating of your heart began to rapidly increase as you heard the heavy footsteps of boot covered feet stomp against your marble flooring. You could sense the presence of a figure standing a few feet away from the end of the sofa and you panicked; beginning to launch whatever was first available - which just so happened to be a fusillade of pillows. 

You arms propelled like miniature windmills as you pelted the ‘intruder’ with this barrage of pillows, you were throwing the for what felt like forever until you heard a deep chuckle reverberate throughout the emptiness of the large house. You poked your head up from behind the sofa as you instantly recognised that infectious, you slowly rose from behind the couch to see the large stature of your husband standing in the doorway; a flood of pillows laying at his feet. 

“Well nice to see you too babygirl” he laughed dropping his bag in the door way and enveloping your small frame in his as your threw you self at him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just savoured every single second of the passionate embrace.

“Dwayne! What the fuck are you doing here! I thought you were some crazy axe murderer trying to get in our house” you rambled, swatting his chest playfully. Your husband raised his signature eyebrow at you and stood you in front of him with a look of questioning plastered upon his face. “What? you questioned 

“You thought there was an axe murderer in the house and you weapon of choice, was pillows…” he questioned you satirically a huge grin spreading across his face. You pursed your lips and blushed as he now raised both eyebrows; clearly expectant of some sort of reasoning.

“I just panicked not shut up” you groaned, cuddling back into his muscular arms and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He simply chuckled at you and placed his arms round your waist which you knew was a sign for you to jump up, you did as he had initiated and he began to carry you to the huge master bedroom of yours and his house. 

He gently set you down on the edge of the king size bed; the dark satin sheets delicately crinkling under your presence. Dwayne gently began to place lustful kissed down the sides of your neck right down to your collarbone, you blushed profusely; a rouged scarlet tone gracing the apples of your cheeks as he began to move further south slowly rubbing one of your smooth, sun kissed legs and placing heated kisses on the insides of your thighs. A small moan escaped your lips, you were just desperate to feel the touch of the man you love, after a gruelling five weeks without it. 

You giggled and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as he rose from between your thighs and scooted you both to the top of the luxury bed. You placed your lips on his as he began to undress you, slowly removing your top, all he did was wink at you before returning to his previous spot between your legs.

Although you hated it when he left, damn was the reunion sex was fucking amazing, and almost worth it.

Tag List: @m-a-t-91

A/N: Hey guys another slightly smuttier imagine, i actually really enjoyed writing this one! Hope you like it ~ Moxxii

Great Chemistry (Part 5)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,468

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst at the end, descriptions of a movie scene 

A/N: And here we arrive to the first day of filming! A very exciting day for the reader. I hope you’re enjoying where the story is going so far. There’s a part where a scene from the movie that they’re filming is described (less intensely than the regular story) and I hope that it makes sense and that you like it. I always get nervous posting a new part lol. Bone apple tea 


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streepbuffy4ever  asked:

What's your favourite book/story?

I don’t think I could pick just one! 

My favourite authors in no order (top two favourite books from each) are:

  • Maritta Wolff (Whistle Stop and About Lyddy Thomas)
  • Norman Collins (London Belongs to Me and Love in Our Time)
  • Patrick Hamilton (Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky and Hangover Square)
  • Willa Cather (My Antonia and O Pioneers!)
  • F Scott Fitzgerald (The Beautiful and Damned and Tender is the Night)
  • Kurt Vonnegut (God Bless You Mr Rosewater and Breakfast of Champions)
  • Trollope (The Way We Live Now and the Palliser series)  
  • Steinbeck (The Winter of Our Discontent and East of Eden)
  • Zola (L'Assommoir and Nana)
  • Dostoevsky (Crime and Punishment and The Idiot)

I also really like Peyton Place by Grace Metalious, An American Tragedy and Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser, London Fields by Martin Amis, The L-Shaped Room by Lynne Reid Banks, Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis, The Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe, The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, The Millstone by Margaret Drabble, The Best of Everything by Rona Jaffe, The Tenants of Moonbloom by Edward Lewis Wallant, The House of Mirth and The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon, A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell, Apartment in Athens by Glenway Wescott, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, The Mysteries of Paris by Eugene Sue, Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann, Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby Jr, and everything by Nancy Mitford and Dominick Dunne. 

If I had to pick a short story, maybe A Perfect Day for Bananafish by  J. D. Salinger?

I have a tattoo of Behemoth from The Master and Margarita!


Note: I’m not a carat™ just yet, but happy belated to Jeonghan. He looks so Regal sometimes! I’m taking baby steps into the seventeen fandom, but this is vaguely inspired by The Prince and Me (2004) - kind of. Also, surprise @versigny because you deserve some really nice things for giving me “dolly” even if I took it completely out of context. 

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader
Genre: college!au 
Warnings: rushed confessions
Word Count: 1281
Rating: G, for Go Easy On Me Please? (PG-15)


“Thanks for saving me a seat, baby,” Jeonghan tells you with a wink, using his best indoor voice. That particular stress on the word “baby” isn’t lost on you because Jeonghan is an odd man who thrives upon the misunderstanding of the masses. He’s told you in the past how much he enjoys the moment of reveal when people find out that no, you’re not his live-in girlfriend of two years, pregnant with his child. You’re, disappointingly, just a friend - albeit a friend with whom he enjoys quasi-dating laden with a heavy dose of sexual tension that sometimes manifests itself in the form of his mouth over your unmentionables.


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Good Girl Ch 44: First Day of Summer


I burry myself deeper into the massive pile of pillows when I hear someone come in. I’m happy where I am, warm, half asleep, and not out of bed at seven in the morning. But that does not seem to matter to my daddies who seemed to have woken up at the crack of dawn for a meeting in the kitchen or something that I was not invited to, not that I wanted to go. I was actually kind of hoping that they would just leave me here when they left, even though I don’t want to be alone, I also don’t want to get up.

It’s the first official day of summer and they for some reason expect me to get out of bed and be ready to go by 8. Though I shouldn’t complain, once we get to the office nothing will actually be expected of me other than to eat breakfast and not get into trouble. But still when someone pulls the covers away from me I can’t help but groan.

“Come on baby,” Chanyeol coos as he gently tugs on my ankle.

“But daddy,” I whine.

“Are you being naughty?” His voice is suddenly an octave lower. I suddenly pop up in bed with a pout on my face. He just chuckles, “So I take it you don’t want to be punished again?” I shake my head, my ass still hurts from two nights ago when I got a little mouthy with Chanyeol and got a couple of spankings in return. I need to remind myself that him, Kris, Xiumin, and Suho are not the one’s to mouth off to. “What do you want to wear? Comfy or stylish?”

I cock a brow at him, “Are you really giving me the option?”

“A pencil skirt it is!” He beams at me pulling an outfit from behind his back.

I glare at him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll have a pair of sweat pants in your backpack for you to change into once we get upstairs. Now come on,” He holds a large hand out to me and pulls me to him. I stand up on the bed and begin to bounce happily making the giant smile, “Are you having fun?” I nod.

“I’m finally taller than you,” I grin at him.

“Chanyeol,” Kris scolds, “I thought you were coming to get her ready.”

The shorter of the two giants pouts, “I was trying but she started playing and she’s just too cute to stop.” They both look at me as I continue to bounce around on the giant bed like an idiot.

Kris tries to hide the smile on his face and be a strict daddy, “Joo-ya, you need to get dressed so we can go.” I sigh and stop bouncing right in front of Chanyeol. With my hands on his wide shoulders he helps me into my blush colored skirt and flowing cream top. Kris is carrying matching shoes that he insists that he puts on for me. I don’t put up a fight, I just sit down on the edge and let the tall man slip the cream heels on my feet. He offers me a hand that I quickly accept. We meet the others in the foyer, they are all in neat suits varying in color but they are all unbelievably handsome. They greet me sweetly with kisses and hugs before Kris escorts me to his car.

Tao, Luhan, and Lay join us, they talk on the way, though I’m still a bit tired from my, um, exciting night with Chanyeol. I wish I had taken Luhan up on his offer just to cuddle instead so I could be more excited for them. For most of them this is their first look into how their more legal side of business. We arrive at the building where Kris parks in front only to hand his keys over to one of three neatly dressed valet, or assistant or something. Suho pulls up behind us followed by Chen. I wait for a very crabby Sehun to lead me to the top floor along with everyone else. We step into a familiar lobby that I haven’t been allowed to visit ever since I met Jiyong, though I can’t really blame them since trouble seems to follow me whenever I’m out of their sight. Jinyoung, Jaebum, and Mark are there to greet everyone bowing at a complete 90-degree angle. I wave at them happily.

“Good morning,” They say together.

“Morning,” I greet back happily.

“I’m going to take her down stairs and get her settled, Suho, come along.” Xiumin decides as he takes my hand from the younger boy and pulls me back into the elevator before anyone has the chance to argue, Suho is able to slip in at the last second. The older looks at me with a small smile, “How are you feeling baby?”

I yawn, “Tired, though I shouldn’t be complaining, I’m not the one who has to work all day.” They both chuckle as we step off the elevator, to my surprise we are actually a floor higher. My jaw drops at the massive open room in front of me. The first thing that catches my eye is beyond the floor to ceiling windows on the patio.

“Is that a pool?” I grin excitedly.

“Yes, but those doors will be locked unless one of us is up here with you,” Suho says sternly drawing my attention back to him. “You are able to get snacks from the kitchen but no cooking, Kyungsoo will know if you even try to boil water.” I sigh at the truth in his words, Kyungsoo has weird 6th sense when it comes to me doing anything I’m not supposed be doing. “There is a bedroom threw those doors that you are allowed to sleep in to your hearts content. The universal remote is like the one at home so you already know how to use that. If you feel like changing there is a few extra outfits in the closet in the bedroom along with extra blankets if you get cold.”

I nod as he continues his rules and explanations. My eyes scan over the room finding each thing he is talking about. There is a double set of doors on the wall to my right, which I’m guessing leads to the bedroom and bathroom. In the beautiful kitchen that is in the corner I see a tablet that I’m guessing in the remote along with a basket of snacks that are ready for me. The long dining room table is already set for lunch so there goes the idea of me setting it. Two massive L-shaped couches are in the middle of the room with a soft looking rug on the white marble floor. Everything is light colored, grays, blues, and white with a few splashes of other colors here and there.

“We will come up for lunch everyday so don’t snack around noon. We are just a floor away or you can call or text us if you need anything. Our assistants are also there for a last resort if you need something and we are in a meeting. I’ll post our schedule on the fridge so you can know where we are all the time.”

Xiumin finally chimes in with some annoying news, “If we ever have to go to a meeting at a different building you will be coming along. Even though this place has the best security, I prefer it when you are close by, so no whining about sitting threw meetings with us.”

I sigh but nod.

“Good girl.”

“Also,” Suho clears his throat, “There is one more thing we need to discuss.” He pulls me deeper into the apartment and sits me down on one of the couches, Xiumin sits on my other side. “Jiyong talked about how his building is only a few blocks away and asked if on Tuesdays you could go over after lunch. He said he would bring you home by ten if we agreed, so I was wondering how you would feel about that.”

I shrug, “Sounds fine to me.”

“Of course it does,” Xiumin grumbles.

I turn to face him and take his hands in mine, “Daddy don’t start with this. I’m saying yes because Jiyong is my friend and I want to spend time with him. Jihyo is out of the country the whole summer and you won’t let me hang out with my other friends alone so Jiyong is the only person I have to talk to.”

“So you can’t talk to us?”

“Daddy, you need to stop looking for reasons to be upset. All I’m saying is that you guys can go out and talk to who ever you want. I have all of you guys and I love talking to you guys but sometimes it’s nice to talk to have a friend to talk to about this stuff. So please do not get mad.”

He sighs but nods.

“Good Daddy.”

The next day

“Do we have to let her go?” Chanyeol whines.

“Daddy, don’t you dare start that fight again!” I try to scoot away from the red haired boy but his grip around my waist tightens.

“Fine, I won’t, just finish your lunch before you go.” Chanyeol pulls me back into his lap and pulls my half full plate of pasta closer. I take my fork and begin slowly eating the rest on my plate. By the time I’m done it’s time for them to go back to work and time for me to go meet Jiyong who is meeting me down in the lobby. I wave goodbye to daddies as they load into the elevator when they are gone I go to the bedroom to change out of the nice dress Soo put on me this morning. After pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt I shuffle to the elevator. Down in the lobby I expect to find Jiyong waiting for me but instead I’m greeted by the judging stares of the receptionists. I give them my own glare before walking straight outside, completely ignoring the nagging in the back of my mind that my daddies would kill me for doing such a small thing. Outside I still don’t find Jiyong but instead hear someone whistling at me.

“Yoo who, pretty bird,” A familiar voice calls. I turn around to see my joker smiling at me mischievously. A giant grin spreads on my face as I rush over to greet him.

“Long time no see.”

“Yea, I thought you hated me when I left you my number in that card and you didn’t call or text,” He huffs as she shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Sorry, my oppas are really strict with who I talk to and you would definitely not pass their background check.”

“I take offense to that.”

“I’m also pretty sure I wouldn’t pass it either so don’t feel so special.” He just laughs. “What brings you here?”

“I’m your escort.”

I click my tongue at that, “What is a hitman doing as a babysitter?”

“I’m just a body for hire, regardless of the job, I go where the money is. And I just happen to be so lucky to have the money lead to you,” He grins.

“Okay than escort, lets get going.” He nods and holds his elbow out to me, I laugh but interlock our arms as we wander down the street. “So how did you swing this job? Was is seriously luck of the draw or did you know you would be watching me?”

“The job was offered to my whole team but I was the one to volunteer to do it.”

I nod, “Why?”

He hums mindlessly for a minute, it’s that song again, the one he was humming those four months ago. I find it just as comforting as I did before. “I enjoy you. I have no interest in you sexually, incase you were worried about that, but your attitude is just magnetic to me.”

“I seem to have that effect on people.”

“So this is going to be a weekly thing right? What is this, a custody trade or something?”

I laugh, “Basically, but Jiyong usually picks me up himself. I was a bit surprised to find you. I feel a little offended that he would just hand over my escort to a random hitman he doesn’t even know. No offense.”

“I understand, but don’t underestimate me pretty bird. I’m the best at my job and I always get it done, no matter what.”

“That’s reassuring.”

He smiles down at me, “I like my client to be as relaxed as possible.”

“Don’t say that, I feel like you’re going to kill me or something.”

“Don’t you worry pretty bird, killing you is not on my list.” He stops in his tracks and steps away from me. “Looks like we’re here.”

I look up confused but he’s right we are in front of Jiyong’s building. “Wow that was fast.”

“I know a few short cuts, I’ll remember to take the long way next time so we can talk more, but until then have a good week.” Without another word he turns and leaves. What a strange guy.

I shuffle inside, expecting the same hostile reaction I get from the receptionists at my daddies company but instead they bow deeply at the sight of me. They make me feel like a princess as they basically escort me up stairs to his office where he is sitting behind his desk focused completely on the work in front of him. I smile when he doesn’t even look up from the papers just grumbles something about needing coffee. I don’t fight him on it, I just slip out and ask his handsome assistant where I would get him coffee.

“Oh please let me get it Miss,” He basically begs as I find my way to the little kitchen he has in a hidden room behind his desk.

“It’s fine Mino.”

I brew the coffee quickly with the tall, tan man hanging over my shoulder. When I’m done I bring two cups of coffee with cream and sugar on a tray back to his office. I don’t bother knocking or announcing myself, I just waltz up to Jiyong’s massive desk and set the tray down.

“It’s proper to announce yourself when you enter someone’s office,” He sighs.

“It’s also proper to greet those who enter your office,” I snap back playfully.

He looks up with a big smile, “Beautiful! I didn’t know you were here.” He stands up and greets me properly with a hug. “How was your morning?”

“It was good, I had an exciting lunch with my daddies and a nice talk with my escort.”

He nods, “Let me just gather my things and we can go.”

“Go?” I cock my head, “Don’t you have to work?”

He scoffs, “I have you one day a week and you think I’m going to waste my time with you at work?”

“Where are we going?”

“To have fun.”

The Bride

Written for: Bev’s Milestone Celebration ( @chaos-and-the-calm67 )

Words: 4541

Relationship: Dean x Reader, Reader x OMC (Only mentioned)

Prompt: Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Queen

Warnings: AU, plus size!reader, Fluff, Slight Angst, Negative Self-Image, language, SMUT, NSFW gif, Just Dean being perfect. 

A/N: Happily written for Bev’s milestone challenge! Congrats darling! I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I hope you enjoy it! All mistakes are my own and I own none of the included images or gifs. Feedback is greatly appreciated. 

Tagging: @chaos-and-the-calm67 @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @supernatural-jackles

Summary: Dean’s determined to find someone to distract him from the fact that he hasn’t met the one and his little brother Sammy is getting married tomorrow. When a Bride in full gown strides into the bar Dean can’t look away and from there the rest is history…

  Dean’s drinking a shot between his beers looking around the bar for a little company. Tomorrow Sammy will be getting married and tonight he wants to forget that he still hasn’t met that special someone. So yeah definitely in need of company just to make it through tomorrow. However, the pickings in the bar are slim to none. It’s a newer bar than Ellen’s bar that he usually frequents. He didn’t want his Aunt Ellen or cousin Jo to see him sulking, but from the looks of it, he figures it’ll probably just be him and his hand tonight.

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danibwills  asked:

A Jon x Sansa New girl AU please !

I hope this is alright! Sorry it’s a million years late! <3 

It was a Wednesday morning when Sansa walked in on Harry arse-naked on top of some blonde in their shared bed. At first, she’d just stood there, thinking about how ugly Harry was and how gross he looked in the throes of sex. Everything about it looked so mechanical and dull – and god, if you’re going to cheat on your girlfriend who you just moved in with then at least throw it all away for a night (or rather morning) of passion. That’s why people cheat, right? They get so overwhelmed by sexual chemistry and something new that they can’t resist themselves, so what does it say about Sansa that her boyfriend of a year cheated on her for mediocre sex?

She’s not sure and it’s better if she pretends she doesn’t know the answer to that question.

“Sans? Where do you want this?”

Her brother is studying her with his arms wrapped tightly around a box labeled ‘shit Sansa doesn’t need’ courtesy of her little sister.

“Um, just… anywhere is good. Thank you, Robb.” The smile she offers is faint and lacking any warmth, but it’s the best she can do considering she’s twenty-six-years-old and moving in with her brother and his two flatmates. She loves Robb and there’s a part of her that still worships the ground he walks on, but she honestly does not want to live with him and his friends. Sansa was supposed to be getting her own space, settling down and being a grown up, only that all went crashing down around her when Harry decided to stick his prick in somewhere else.

She grimaces at the thought and that catches Robb’s attention.


“Harry was gross, wasn’t he?” she asks instead, looking around the room. It’s a decent size with two large windows to one side that faces another apartment complex. It’s not a great view, but the room is well-lit and she likes that.

Her brother chuckles in surprise. “We’re just glad you didn’t catch anything.”

Sansa’s grimace grows and she throws a pillow at his head. “Ew, Robb. Don’t even joke about that!” She’s already been to the GP for a very thorough STI test, and thankfully, she’s clean. She supposes the one good thing Harry has going for him is a healthy knowledge of sexual education and the follow-through to always wear a condom.

“Sorry,” he laughs, putting both hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but when Sansa rolls her eyes, her brother moves towards her swiftly and wraps her in his signature bear hugs. “Hey, you’re better off without him, yeah? You’re way too good for a weasel like Harry.”

“I know that,” she mumbles into his shirt.

“I love you, Lemon.”

“Love you too, Bacon,” she says, shaking her head at their stupid childhood nicknames. Lemon for her for the amount of lemon cakes she used to eat and Bacon for him for the amount of bacon he used to steal from everyone’s plates. In their defence, Sansa had been four and Robb seven.

Once her brother leaves her new room, Sansa flops down on the bed with a heavy groan. She doesn’t know what’s more tragic – the fact that her boyfriend cheated on her or the fact that she doesn’t feel even a smidgen of heartbreak.




Sansa grabs for her towel and runs out into the living room where Robb is sitting on the L-shaped sofa with Jon playing some video game. Both are staring up at them with wide eyes, but she takes no notice of this. She’s too busy glaring daggers at the scrawny man before her.

“How do you not – didn’t you hear the shower going!” She’s not screaming any more but she is still very close to killing him.

“What? Mate, did you fucking walk in on my sister showering?” Robb is now on his feet with a scowl on his face. Theon instinctively recoils back in fear, which really irks Sansa, because he should be more afraid of her.

“I didn’t mean to. I swear it was an accident!” Theon says in a rush. He looks to Sansa and seems to be imploring her with his eyes. “Honest, Sansa! And if it makes you feel any better, you have a very lovely figure.”

“Ugh, douchebag jar now!” she screeches in frustration, grabbing an empty can from the nearby table and hurling it at Theon’s head. He ducks in time but the physical action does make her feel a little better. “You guys need to fix that lock or I swear to god I will make your lives hell.” With that said, she storms back to the shower to finish rinsing out her hair.

Day six of living with the boys is going disastrously. Not only has Theon seen her naked but she’s pretty sure she’s heard her brother having sex multiple times now, and if it happens again, she’s going to cut off her ears.


It’s Valentine’s Day and Sansa officially hates her life. Harry and her had plans to travel down to London and stay at a nice hotel. Of course now her Valentine’s Day consists of cocooning herself in a duvet while watching Bridget Jones’ Diary and drinking wine. It’s mean and petty but she’s fuming that everyone she knows has plans. Even Theon sodding Greyjoy has a date! How did that buffoon trick someone into going out with him is beyond her, but she supposes the silver lining is that she has the flat to herself.

Bridget has just shown up to the garden party in a little bunny outfit when the door to the flat bursts open and Jon comes stumbling in decked out in his fireman uniform. He looks weary and exhausted, and it takes him several minutes to notice her. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have at all if she hadn’t shifted on the sofa causing the leather to squelch underneath her.

Fuck!” he exclaims, jumping back in surprise. His curly hair is in such disarray and his eyes are so comically wide she has a hard time stifling the giggle rising up her throat. “I didn’t – I thought you’d be out or something.”

Sansa arches a brow. “With who? My non-existent boyfriend or my illustrious ex?”

Jon flushes and rubs the back of his neck. “Right, sorry. I just thought you of all people would have a date.”

Me of all people? What’s that supposed to mean?”

If it’s possible for a person to turn into a tomato, Jon is doing a very good job right now with that transformation. “Nothing. Um… Bridget Jones?”

“You like Bridget Jones?” This is news to her. But then most of what she’s found out about Robb’s sullen best friend is news to her. “Didn’t peg you as the type.”

He shrugs as he kicks off his shoes and drops down next to her. “It’s alright.” But thirty minutes later, Jon is completely gripped by the story. He’s laughing and shaking his head in time to each crazy or absurd thing Bridget does. It’s surprisingly endearing and Sansa finds herself watching him for the rest of the film instead. He has a very expressive face when it’s not wearing that grumpy mask he has on most of the time.

“Why aren’t you on a date?” Sansa asks once the credits start rolling.

Jon blinks at her, fingers clenching and unclenching around his coffee mug filled to the brim with red wine. “Don’t really feel like dating.”

“Bad breakup?” she pushes, because she really doesn’t know a thing about Jon and she should considering they’re now flatmates. He’s also the most sane one out of the three of them.

“Does it count as a reason if it was over two years ago?”

Sansa surprises herself by laughing at that. “Yeah, sure. If it was bad enough.”

“Is my ex getting into a car accident, going into a coma for three months and waking up only to decide to travel the world without me bad enough?” he asks, and if it isn’t for the glimmer of a smile on his lips, Sansa would be horrified by that tale.

She pretends to think about it for a second. “Hmm… I guess I can give you that one.”

“You’re so gracious,” Jon says, chuckling. “So what was your bad breakup? Robb didn’t really tell us anything other than Harry is a twat and he’s going to gut him like a fish.”

“Oh god,” she sighs. Robb really needs to get a grip on this overprotective brother thing. If she hears he actually tried to fight Harry, she’ll kill them both. “I think you have me beat on the bad breakup front but I think coming home to see your boyfriend breaking in your new mattress with someone that’s not you is pretty rubbish.”

“Ouch,” Jon says, as he reaches over to place a comforting hand over her own. His hand is big and warm, calloused but still soft enough to make her body shiver from the contact. “That is shit, Sansa. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s okay,” Sansa says automatically, before feeling emboldened by the wine to add, “but you know what’s the most screwed up part? I’m actually more upset about the mattress than I am about Harry. I mean – I paid for half of that mattress and mattresses are expensive, Jon. They’re supposed to be an investment, right? Except now I’ll never be able to use it.”

He shakes his head, smiling bemusedly at her. “You’ll buy a new mattress.”

“But it was a really good mattress!” she whines. “It has one of those memory foam things.”

“Oh jesus, yeah, that’s definitely a real loss,” Jon nods with a completely serious expression. “I’m sorry for your pain.”

“Shut up.” She swats at him with one of the ends of the duvet. “You’re an asshole.”

Jon grins, grabbing the remote from her and flicking through Netflix for something else to watch. “I hate to break it to you, Sans, but everyone in this flat is an asshole. Even you.”

“Excuse me?” she cries out indignantly.

Uhuh, so you’re saying you’re not the one that threw all of Theon’s toiletries into the toilet? Or the one that keeps turning down the boiler so it’s practically the Arctic Circle in here?”

“Well…” Sansa chews on her bottom lip as she hides behind her wine glass. “In my defence, Theon deserved it and – I like the cold.”

“See,” Jon smirks now. “Asshole.”


Theon gets dumped by his girlfriend on a Friday.

In the five months Sansa’s been living with them, Theon’s been with this girl for three of those months and he was actually normal. He only had to add to the douchebag jar every other day as opposed to every day. They were even becoming sort of friends because apparently boyfriend-Theon likes to get Sansa’s opinion on how to dote on his girlfriend. It was cute, which was why when Theon comes home looking as broken as an abandoned puppy, Sansa is game with the boys to taking him out and getting him shitfaced drunk.

She’s not much of a drinker herself. Sansa doesn’t like to lose control. As a Scottish woman from a very Scottish family, this is practically unheard of, but her mother is from a posh family in Oxford, who doesn’t believe in drinking in excess, so that’s probably where she gets it from. It works out in their little ragtag group because by ten-thirty, Theon and Robb are so drunk they’re swaying and stumbling into anyone in a ten-metre radius, and Sansa just knows she’s going to have to shove them in a taxi soon.

Bitch,” Jon slurs beside her. The two of them are leaning against a table, watching as the two idiots tell some wild joke to a group of girls, who look way too young for them.


He glances down at her for a brief second before returning his focus on the boys. “Theon’s ex. She was a bloody bitch.”

“What actually happened?” Sansa asks. She doesn’t know the story and she’s too afraid to ask Theon in case he starts crying, because drunk Theon? She can handle that. Emotional and crying Theon? That’s out of her realm.

Jon sighs and angles his body towards hers so he can lean in to speak more privately.

It is incredibly unfair how attractive he is. Sansa shouldn’t even be thinking that he’s hot because he’s her flatmate, and over the past few months, Jon’s become something like a best friend to her. They spend most weekends together lying on the sofa watching Netflix and drinking wine. He’ll occasionally drop by the preschool she works at if it’s his day off to bring her lunch. And if he’s working late, Sansa will wait up for him just to make sure he’s home in one piece and there’s someone there for him to talk to if it’s a particularly gruesome fire. She doesn’t want to ruin that by something as stupid as attraction.

“She told Theon that he spends an unreasonable amount of time with us,” Jon says lowly, the timbre of his voice sending shivers up her spine. “She actually told him that he shouldn’t have flatmates at his age and gave him an ultimatum to either move in with her or break up.”

“He chose us?” Sansa’s voice wavers and she forgets all about Jon and his stupidly attractive face and body because she’s suddenly overcome with such affection for Theon. Yeah, he’s a bit perverse and has no brain-to-mouth filter, but he chose them.

“Of course he chose us,” Jon says, looking at her incredulously. “Theon may be a prick most of the time but he’s loyal.”

“He just gives off the impression that he’d drop us for the next best thing,” she admits with shame colouring her tone.

To Jon’s credit, he chuckles and touches her shoulder gingerly. “I’m not saying he’s not an opportunistic twat or that he won’t screw us over one day but never intentionally.”

That sounds more like the Theon she knows, but even so, Sansa can’t find it in herself to really hate him for being that kind of person. It’s just who he is. With a father like Balon Greyjoy, it kind of makes sense for him to be the way he is, but Jon’s right. He is good. Given the chance, he would do the right thing – which is exactly the moment Sansa spots his ex-girlfriend and anger curls deep in her chest.

“Wait here,” she tells Jon and starts forward without waiting for a response. As Sansa gets closer and closer to Naiyla Rochelle, she starts to realise she doesn’t exactly have a plan. She wants to punch her but that probably isn’t going to help Theon any. She could tell her if she ever contacts Theon again, Sansa will have her killed and hide her body in the river or something, but that seems very extreme and hyperbolic.

Naiyla,” she greets with a wide obviously fake smile. “It’s good to see you again.”

The brunette startles at seeing Sansa but plasters on an equally fake smile. “Sansa, hi. How are you?”

“Pretty great.” She’s at least a good foot taller than Naiyla so she uses her height to her advantage, straightening her limbs to appear more intimidating. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Theon. It’s such a shame. But I guess it worked in my favour, you know?” She smiles bashfully. “I’ve always had the biggest crush on Theon.”

“Really, you?” Naiyla looks sceptical.

“Are you kidding?” Sansa says with wide eyes. “He’s a bit rough around the edges, I admit, but when he cares about someone, he’s loyal till the very end. He’ll wade through trash just to get back to the people he loves.” She glances behind her and waves in Theon’s general direction. “Oh, I have to run now. So nice to see you again. Have a good night, Naiyla.”

When she saunters back to Jon, he has one brow arched and a bemused smile on his face. “What did you say to her? She looks ready to kill you.”

Sansa smirks. “Nothing. I was the perfect lady.”

“Yeah,” Jon smiles, fond. “I bet you were.”


Sansa goes away to a teacher convention for four days. It’s the longest she’s been apart from the boys in seven months and she really misses them.

She misses the lazy afternoons with her brother sitting on the roof of their building. She misses Theon yelling and shouting at the football match as he simultaneously tries to explain to her what’s going on. She misses Jon and his hugs and how he always smells like smoke and something distinctly him. She misses the way he catches her eye across the breakfast table and gives her a small barely-there smile. God, it’s pathetic but she even misses the way he would argue with her about the best way to handle problems in the flat.

When Sansa finally returns, it’s to an empty flat and she can’t help the kernel of disappointment from ricocheting around in her stomach. She wasn’t expecting a welcome back party but she did expect something. Dropping her suitcase in her room, Sansa immediately goes to take a shower because three hours on a bus has made her feel gross and sticky. But once she’s done, there’s still no one around. In fact, by the time Sansa finishes her dinner, she’s beginning to get a little worried about where everyone is. It’s a Sunday so they should all be home. None of them ever do anything on a Sunday.

To Flat Fam

Sansa: Where are you guys?

Barely a minute goes by before she gets a response.

Robb: Ur home!? I thought u were getting back on the 10th!

Sansa winces at her brother’s text speak. She hates text speak.

Sansa: It is the 10th!

Robb: Oh shit. Sorry Sans. Theon n I are in Manchester for the footy. We’re getting the late train back. Won’t be in till midnight.

Sansa: Okay. Where’s Jon?

Robb: Wait is he not in his room?

Sansa: No.

Abruptly, her phone starts buzzing and it’s Robb ringing her.

“Uh hello?”

“Okay, so don’t yell at us but we didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to worry you,” Robb greets without preamble.

“What are you on about?”

Her brother sighs heavily on the other end of the line. It’s a bit of a strain to hear him over the roaring crowd in the background. “So Jon, our resident idiot, got himself hurt during a house fire. He had a concussion, a couple of fractured ribs and he lost a lot of blood. He’s okay now but he’s supposed to be on house rest.”

Sansa’s heart slows to a worrying pace. The very thought that she could’ve lost Jon and no one even thought to tell her is making her body shut down, like it just doesn’t know how to react.

“He’s at the station,” Sansa says mechanically, working on autopilot now. “I have to go.”

“Sansa, don’t –”

But she’s already hung up and grabbed someone’s jumper from the back of a chair. Coincidentally, it’s Jon’s. His scent overwhelms her and she’s stuck between being furious with him and just wanting to bury her face in his chest so she can breathe him in and be sure he’s really there.

It takes her nearly twenty minutes to reach the station. The entire time people have been giving her a wide berth as she stomps through town in Jon’s way too large jumper, her pyjama bottoms and the three-inch heeled boots she left lying by the front door. It’s probably not going to get her on any street style list but she’s glad for the space it’s providing her.

When she enters the station, her eyes immediately zero in on one of Jon’s coworker. She’s met all of them several times now at house parties and pub nights, so she doesn’t hesitate to grab him by the shirt.

“Where’s Jon?” Sansa demands. He shrinks from her glare. “Edd, I’m not kidding around. Where is he?”

“Uh… upstairs. In the… um, office.”

Unclenching her fist from around Edd’s shirt, Sansa continues to stomp her way upstairs until she sees the office and barges in. Jon jumps from his seat with a hand over his heart as he stares up at her.

“Not one text!” Sansa shouts at him. “I didn’t get one text from you this entire weekend. You know, at first, I thought to myself, ‘oh he’s probably busy,’ so I didn’t overthink it, but I just found out from Robb that you were in an accident?” He opens his mouth to reply but she cuts him off. “What if it was more serious? What if you had died? And the last thing we ever said to each other was just… I don’t know. I don’t even remember, Jon! I can’t even –” Her voice breaks and she realises belatedly she’s crying. “I can’t remember!”

Jon’s up and out of his chair in seconds, cupping her face in between his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Sansa,” he murmurs between kisses to every inch of her cheeks. “But I’m here. I’m here and I’m alive and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You can’t promise that,” Sansa points out, glaring at him even though she’s still crying. “No one can promise that.”

“Okay, how about I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life however short or long it is talking to you every day?” Jon suggests with a faint smile.

She shakes her head. “That’s silly. You don’t have to talk to me every day.”

“But I want to,” he says seriously. “I want to talk to you all of the time. When I don’t, it’s like – nothing feels right, like I’m missing something.” He leans forward slowly to give her ample time to move away and kisses her. It’s barely there, just the soft press of lips, before he’s pulling back. “I’m so bloody in love with you, Sansa.”

Instead of responding, Sansa grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him back to her so she can show him just how much she loves him too, how no one’s opinion has ever meant more to her than his, how he can fix any bad day just by wrapping his arms around her and letting her cling onto him.

When they’re lying in her bed later that night, Sansa rolls over, her cheek pressed into his bare chest and whispers, “I love you too, Jon.”


“You two are real cute and all but I do not want to walk into my own home and be greeted by the sight of my best friend and my baby sister having sex.”

Sansa untucks herself from Jon’s side so she can turn and roll her eyes at her brother. “We’re literally cuddling on the sofa fully clothed.”

“Yeah, well, this is a PDA-free zone,” Robb huffs as he disappears into the kitchen with the groceries, while Theon walks up to the back of the sofa with an awkward smile on his face.

“Uh Sans… Can I talk to you for a second?”

She nods and then turns to Jon to see if he knows what’s going on but her boyfriend just shrugs. Sansa follows Theon out of the living room to the corridor. He looks even more uncomfortable now than he did before, which is really bizarre. She’s never seen him this awkward in her life.

“I ran into Naiyla today,” Theon says. “Apparently, she thinks we’re together?”

Sansa barks out a laugh. “Oh my god, I forgot all about that!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Remember when we took you out after she broke up with you?” she asks, to which he nods. “I saw her there too and I might’ve told her I had a huge crush on you and insinuated she was a pile of trash.” Sansa shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry…”

“Sorry?” Theon repeats and laughs loudly, drawing her into a hug. “Oh no, don’t ever fucking apologise for calling her trash! I mean that’s awesome. Thanks, Sans! I didn’t even know you liked me that much.” And in typical Theon fashion, he winks at her.

“Don’t push it,” Sansa says, heaving a sigh. “I like you a small amount but I hate Naiyla more for what she did to you.”

Theon sniggers. “Yeah, she’s a fucking bitch. Tried to get back together and everything.”

No, really!”

“Yeah, apparently she ‘missed me so much’,” Theon mocks and rolls his eyes. “Never again.”

“I’m glad you’re over her,” she says emphatically, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Honestly, you can do way better.”

“It has been like, nearly a year since we broke up, Sans,” Theon says. “I’m ready to move on and whatever.”

“Good! That’s really good. It took me awhile too after Harry but…” She glances back towards the living room to the sounds of Jon’s laughter. “It was worth it to go through all of that shit to get to him.”

A rare genuine smile appears on Theon’s face and she almost wants to comment on it but his next words are even more surprising that she doesn’t get a chance.

“I’ve never seen either of you look so happy… but it’s not just that. It’s like you’re both finally at peace or something. I don’t know.” He shrugs a little bashfully, like he doesn’t want anyone to know he can actually have meaningful thoughts. “It’s nice to see, that’s all.”

“Aww, Theon, you do have feelings!”

“Oh fuck off, Sansa.”

Sea Rain

Based from a prompt sent by: melissa-2894

for Scenario - Ship - Song prompts: Sea - Yoonmin - Butterfly

“Hyung? Hyung?” Jimin shouted, as he frantically searched for his keys and put on his shoes, tripping a bit in the process.

“Hyung!” Jimin called again, finally finding his keys amidst the mess of take-away trays on the kitchen counter.

Yoongi peered from the room he converted to be his studio, bluetooth headphones on, eyebrows raised, asking why Jimin was looking for him.

“I’m picking up our lunch order from Tae’s. You craving anything else, babe?”, the younger asked as he smoothed his cotton-candy pink hair while facing the mirror by their front door, looking at Yoongi through the reflection.

The older man took off his headphones, letting them rest around his neck, his mouth in the adorable pout which Jimin knew to mean that he was thinking. “Yes?” Jimin urged Yoongi to answer, but the older just shook his head and smiled softly at Jimin.

“Ok, fine. I’ll just order the usual, okay?” the pink haired boy asked, to which Yoongi just nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Yoongi was on his way back to his room, headphones almost back on his ears when Jimin called him again. “Hyung!” The older man looked back at his boyfriend.

Jimin made shot gun hearts at Yoongi with his fingers, accompanied by tongue clicks and winks. He knew it was cheesy but he also knew that his boyfriend secretly found it adorable. Yoongi placed both his hands on his chest, clutching himself, pretending he get shot. His shoulder raised repeatedly in silent laughter at their cringe-worthy antics.

Yoongi then turned towards his room shaking his head, putting the headphones back on. Jimin couldn’t see it but he was pretty sure his hyung was still smiling as he walked away.

He walked out the door, making sure that the keys were safely in his pocket. He learned the hard way that leaving their studio without bringing his own set of keys could mean that he would have to stand and wait outside for longer than he would want.

Yoongi always worked on his music at home, mostly with loud sounds blasting in his ears, making it impossible for him to hear the knocks or even the doorbell ringing. Music was important to Yoongi, it was his first love. Jimin had already accepted that he only came second, which of course Yoongi denied.

He met Yoongi while the older man was still DJ-ing at a bar by the sea in Busan to save up money for production equipment. It wasn’t really Jimin’s scene and he wouldn’t have gone if his friend Sungwoon didn’t drag him, but the moment he saw the bar’s lights play on Yoongi’s blue hair and pale skin, he knew he was done for. He danced in front of the stage, drink in hand in a desperate attempt to get the DJ to look at him. As the night wore on, Jimin slowly accepted that it was pointless and he would be getting nowhere with the blue-haired boy. He walked outside the bar towards the shore, sitting by the water’s edge, listening to the waves crash. He hugged his jacket on tightly, as his blonde hair got ruffled by the sea breeze. “Want some company?”, the voice was deep and gravelly and Jimin almost snapped at him to just go away. He turned around to see Yoongi with a bottle of beer in his hand, beautiful gummy smile on his face. “I… I would love some,” Jimin responded and the older man sat slowly beside him, facing the sea.

Five years after the night that they met, Yoongi decided to drive out with Jimin back to the sea. He surprised Jimin with a beach side picnic and prepared floating lanterns to comemorate their anniversary. Everything was beautifully set-up and Jimin almost cried. Unfortunately, it rained. Jimin saw the disappointment in Yoongi’s face with the foiled surprise. He decided to make Yoongi dance with him under the rain. The shore was filled with their laughter and singing. A day later, Jimin found himself in the hospital coughing and sick from their trip. He should have felt miserable, but Yoongi was there and so everything was okay.

Jimin weathered everything with Yoongi beside him. He loved how Yoongi fully accepted who he was, weird quirks and all. Because Jimin wasn’t normal, not in the conventional sense of the word. But when he told Yoongi his secret, the older man just smiled and told him he was lucky to be gifted. And that was that. He has been living happily with the other man for 5 years and 3 months to the day.


Jimin was almost in front of Tae’s restaurant when he heard screeching tires, a thunderous crash and a woman’s scream. He turned just in time to see the wreckage in the intersection. A black Honda City and a silver Ford Escape crashed head on, a small orange Kia collided where the other two hit each other. Broken glass were everywhere and the lunch time traffic started to gather at the site of the accident. Jimin saw the wailing woman inside the Kia, the car’s passenger side window bloody.

He was so fixated at the metal carnage that he didn’t even notice that Tae was already standing beside him.

“Holy shit!”, Tae exclaimed, eyes wide open, hands on his temple, mouth agapped. “What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin shrugged, “Didn’t really see it.” Tae looked behind him when he realized that Jimin was looking past him.

“Someone died?” Tae asked quietly.

Jimin nodded.

“Do you know who?” Tae inquired and Jimin nodded again.

“Is- is the person behind me?” Tae asked worriedly, forehead furrowing in concern.

Jimin nodded.

“Aggghhhh!” Tae shouted, rubbing his arms as goosebumps formed on his skin. “I told you never to… Uggghhh… Park Jimin.” He exclaimed angrily as he walked to wards his restaurant’s door.

With his friend gone, Jimin approached the person he was looking at. A young girl, no older than 7 in pink leotards, hair in a bun fixed on top of her head. She was looking at the crying woman who was walking towards the back of the ambulance following a turney.

“Is she your mother?” Jimin inquired, looking at the same woman.

The little girl slowly nodded, gaze fixed on her mother.

“You’re a little confused, aren’t you?”

She finally looked at Jimin, tears seemingly brimming her almond eyes as she nodded with a pout. The dead don’t talk and Jimin never understood why, but from the moment he learned his gift he has accepted this as a fact.

“I’ll try and help you, okay? I just have to get something inside. Wait here,” Jimin sad, as he walked inside the restaurant to get his order.

Jimin rushed outside the door, take-out bags in his hand to find the little girl. But she was gone. He knew that she probably followed her mother, and that she will definitely be back because he was the only one who could see her.

He closed his eyes and breathed deep as he turned the corner towards the direction of his studio. “She will be back,” he told himself. “And I will help her then.”

He fished for his keys from his pockets to let himself in and went straight to the kitchen island to place all the food.


Jimin turned around and was surprised to see Seokjin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook in his living room. Hoseok and Jungkook were seated on the L-shaped black leather couch while Seokjin was standing, facing Jimin directly with Namjoon behind him.

“Oh my God, hyung! Did Yoongi let you in?”, Jimin shouted with delight, rushing to hug Seokjin. 

“I have a copy, remember?” Seokjin answered, showing Jimin the set of keys the couple gave him in case of emergencies.

“Oh! Of course!” Jimin chuckled.

“You guys!” He started, looking at his other friends, eyes disappearing as he smiled widely. “You should have told me you were coming!” Jimin said happily, as he walked back to the kitchen to bring out the take-aways from the plastic bags.

“Hyung!” Jimin shouted. “Yoongi hyung! The guys are here! Come out!” He looks back apologetically at the others when Yoongi did not answer. “I’m sorry, he probably has his headphones on. Let me just…” He was wiping his hands on his jeans when Seokjin grabbed his wrist.

“Jimin, baby. This has to stop.” Jimin looks at his hyung’s face filled with concern, and so were the others’.

Jimin let out a confused chuckle as he pulled his hand free from Seokjin’s. “What? Hyung? What do you mean? You’re scaring me.”

“Where is Yoongi hyung, Jimin?”, Namjoon asked. “Is he here?”

“Hyung?!”, he directed at Namjoon as if the question the other asked was incredulous. “He is! In his studio he…”

That’s when Jimin saw Yoongi, standing by the window. Jimin wanted to point him out to the others, wondering why they were asking where he was. He lifted his finger towards Yoongi’s direction and at the same time everyone looked to where he was pointing.

“He…”, Jimin started but stopped, as he watched Yoongi shake his head sadly. He watched Yoongi’s black fluffy hair slowly get damp until it’s tips started dripping. Like the water triggered it, his lover’s beautiful skin started looking pale and gray. Yoongi’s clothes changed from the big black jumper Jimin was so used to seeing on him into the cream colored button up shirt he wore during their anniversary at the sea.

“NO!!! NO!!! NOO!!! NO!!!!” Jimin clasped his hands, covering his mouth as the realization dawned on him. He felt the air get punched out of his chest. His knees buckled, suddenly unable to support him. Seokjin was quick to catch him, as the rest of his friends stood up to kneel beside his shaking frame. But Jimin’s eyes never left Yoongi. He watched as his lover’s lips quivered, his hands balled into a fist, shaking.

“Yooongi… Yoooo… Yooong,” Jimin sobbed, his body being supported by his friend, eyes longingly locked on his lover who started looking more and more like a nightmare Jimin kept fighting off.

“Shhhh… shhhh… shhh,” he heard Hoseok try to calm him down, stroking his back. He could hear Jungkook crying, the younger boy held onto his shoulders.

“Jimin, do you remember now?” Namjoon asked.

The anniversary, the sea, the rain, the accident, the hospital, Yoongi.

He was there, Jimin thought. Yoongi was there.

Jimin’s eyes never left Yoongi, he watched as his hyung cried. But was he really crying? Jimin asked himself. Do dead men cry?

“We’ve left you alone with this for too long, Jimin. And we’re sorry,” Namjoon admitted heavily, head resting on the crying boy’s arm.

“Taetae called and said you have still been ordering for two,” Seokjin explained, his voice laced with tears he has been holding back. “It’s been three months, Jimin. You need to let him go.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, looking straight at Yoongi’s eyes that showed a mixture of fear and sadness.

“Jimin, you told us that the one’s left behind should let the one’s leaving go in peace, remember?” Namjoon urged, his hands holding onto Jimin’s.

“Yoongi, we miss you buddy!” Namjoons shouted out. “But we will take care of him, okay? Trust us. We will take care of him.”

“Hyung?” Jimin heard Jungkook say between sobs. “I miss you so much! But… but… I… want you to find… peace, hyung. Please.”

Jimin watched Yoongi’s expression calm down with a slight smile. The dripping from his hair stopped, color coming back to his skin, but his whole appearance seemed fainter.

Yoongi titled his said as if asking him something, eyebrows furrowed. Jimin reached his hands out, and Yoongi matched his, but their fingers never touched. With much difficulty and hesitation, Jimin put down his hand, closed his eyes and nodded, looking back at Yoongi longingly.

I love you, Yoongi mouthed.

The dead don’t talk, Jimin never understood why and for the first time he wished that they did.

“I love you too, Yoongi,” Jimin whispered, lips quivering, breathing staggered.

The light shone bright from the window and a faint breeze lifted the curtains, then… Yoongi was gone.


Lyrical inspiration:

It’s like a wind that gently strokes me
It’s like a dust that gently drifts along
You’re there but for some reason, I can’t reach you, stop
You, who’s like a dream is a butterfly high to me

Note: If the story AU seems familiar, it’s because I based it from Dean Koontz’s Odd Thomas

I hope you liked it!

A/N: I’m in love with this ask. I didn’t do peek-a-boo for every scenario, instead settling for just playing which made the baby laugh, because I thought the writing would get a little dry if I did the same thing three times. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Name Choice explanation:

-The meaning of the name Teagan is “Tailor”, matching the definition of Sabo’s name.

-Kaden, meaning “Fighter”, relates to Sengoku’s name which translates to “Fighting Country”

-Saraf, meaning “burning one”. A play on Zeff’s name.

Originally posted by owldieeule


It took a couple weeks for Ace to get used to the fact that the baby boy would even specifically desire his presence. He had never expected to find someone who loved him, let alone have a little boy of his own. For a while it had made him very anxious, but once the child entered a reactive phase and he found out that he could make the baby smile and laugh, it was hard to tear Ace away from his son.

You’d approached the doorway to inform your lover that it was time for the baby’s feeding, only to stop short and sink away from the door frame once more, peeking into the room curiously.

Teagan wailed angrily at the ceiling- no doubt cranky from being hungry- but Ace was quick to lean over him. The baby was lying at the end of the bed, with his Father settled on his knees on the floor in front of him.

“What do you have to be sad about?” Ace asked incredilously. Teagan reached up, patting his face gently, and the pirate’s face softened. “Yeah, see? Nothing to worry about.”

There was nothing for the baby to worry about. As it turned out, Ace should’ve been the worried one as his little boy grabbed a good fistful of the ebony locks that hung down as he leaned onto the bed and gave them a good, strong tug.

“Ouch! Let go, you big meanie!” He complained, his face scrunching up. Teagan watched his expression with wonder, before breaking into a wide grin and cackling with glee.

Still trying to pry his son’s fingers out of his hair, Ace couldn’t contain a smile and a laugh of his own. “Really, now? You’re getting a kick out of this? I thought we were buddies!”

Ace and Teagan’s eyes met again, and Teagan’s face fell serious. Half a second later, he gave another small tug. Ace was obviously not hurt, but made a show of shaking his head and making a face. “Ow! You’re a bully!”

Teagan laughed his fool head off, tugging again as he started to realize what the outcome of his little game was, and seemed to forget his hunger as he played with his Father.

You smiled to yourself as you departed to the sound of their joyful laughter, trying to imagine how Ace could ever have thought he would be bad at being a Father.

Originally posted by mock-town


The notion that Corazon hated kids had always come as a surprise to you. Everything about him screamed that he was good with kids, from his goofy behaviour and kind smile, to his patience and protectiveness. It wasn’t until you’d asked Corazon about the rumor- while nervous with the concept of telling him you were pregnant- that he clarified that he had to be tough with the kids that came with a desire to join Doflamingo’s crew. As a marine, it was his duty to keep them off a pirate’s crew. Not to mention that, as the man’s brother, he hated to see such young people being manipulated from their ways.

When your child had been born, a healthy baby boy with a head full of almost white blonde hair, his claim held incredibly true- and so had your assumptions. He was a natural with the baby, especially when he reached a couple months old and became a little more expressive.

It wasn’t wholly unfamiliar for you to be in another room and hear your lover completely topple over, with your son’s infectious laughter following not too far behind. Today, however, you were seated on the L-shaped couch in your living room, your husband seated away from you with his legs settled in a makeshift seat for your son, the infant seated with his feet on Corazon’s stomach. The situation was remotely safe- but you could never completely confirm that Corazon wouldn’t get into some horrible accident at a given time- and Corazon was making a conscious effort to make your child smile and laugh.

Kaden kicked his little feet in the air, babbling continuously. Corazon took his time to nod and acknowledge ever pause in his son’s incoherent explanation. “Yes. Really? You don’t say! Wow, I’ll bet!”

There came a lapse in the conversation where Kaden sat comfortably, looking idly around the room, and Corazon watched the little boy with adoration. He was so intent on watching the little boy that he hadn’t anticipated the sound of the kettle going off in the kitchen, despite evident steam rising to hit the ceiling not even three feet away.

When the small appliance squealed to life, wailing horrendously, both Kaden and Corazon jumped hard. You laughed incredulously, not expecting their panic, and Kaden looked at his Father with a large pout and wide eyes. What the young boy hadn’t anticipated was having his exact expression mirrored back to him. Although his head and expression stayed still- lips pressed together, skin paled- the pirate marine officer’s eyes shifted from you, to the kettle, and slowly to his son.

When his eyes finally met the light blue of his son’s, the baby instantaneously closed his eyes and positively howled with laughter.

Corazon frowned. “Wha- you got scared, too! Why do you think you’re laughing at?!”

All you could do was turn off the kettle and stifle your own giggle, careful not to redirect your husband’s defensive gaze your way.

Originally posted by onenakamapiece


Sanji was the greatest lover you could’ve asked for. He was attentive, devoted, and you knew without a doubt that he would go to the absolute ends of the earth for you. When you had discovered you would be having a baby, your immense trust in him had you finding him without hesitation and giving him the good news. Not the most interesting way to tell him- barging in, nearly jumping up and down, and clutching at his jacket- but he had matched your excitement and curled you into a tight hug, kissing you hard.

It wasn’t until a couple months before the baby was born that you thought about all of the times you’d seen Sanji interact with children. He wasn’t particularily nurturing, and you had wondered idly about why he lacked that quality until you’d thought about his mentor and father figure, Zeff. It was clear to anyone outside of their bickering that they cared very deeply for one another, but Zeff was far from an affectionate man, and Sanji had incidentally carried the trait on when he’d grown up.

Despite this, you were sure that Sanji would learn to care for the child, in time.

And then the baby boy joined your small family- who you’d fondly named Saraf after his Father’s fiery nature, as well as his beloved mentor- and the Strawhat crew all but stole him from your arms at every given opportunity to smother him in attention. Honestly, you were almost sure that the only times that you saw your own child was when he had to eat, or he was cranky and had to be put down to sleep.

This being said, you were growing more than a little worried as you checked with each member of the straw hat crew, trying to figure out which one of them had your baby, and came up empty. As the number of “I don’t have him, have you checked with so-and-so”’s started to rise, so did your heart rate. It was far past his nap time, and nobody had approached you.

Where was the little boy?

You turned a corner of the inner ship, stomping your way back to Nami’s room to see if she’d simply shoo’d you away to have more time with the baby.

On that note, where was San-

You paused, took a step back, and peeked back into the nursery. Though the door was mostly closed, you could see the recently extinguished cigarette fading in an ashtray on the sidetable near the door. After another moment, you heard the sound of your baby fussing in his crib, bouncing himself and crying out angrily.

“You’re really gonna make me play this game until you fall asleep, aren’t you?”

There was the sound of the side of the crib sliding down, allowing the cook room to gently lift his son and cradle him in his arms. He crossed the room, sitting in an old arm chair that looked out the side of the ship into the setting waters, and laid Saraf down on his legs.

With his back turned to you, you carefully pushed the door open along the carpeted floor and took a calculated step in to get a better look.

“Okay. You ready?” Sanji asked. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight of him. The sun was starting to set, bringing blazing shades of burnt orange dancing across the waters and filtering into the room. They set Sanji’s tan skin into even warmer tones, and shaded the muscled contours of his arms and even some of his chest, hidden under his button down white shirt. His gold hair was almost white in the direct sun, and his eyes were bright blue in the reflection of the light. He was an absolute vision.

But then your son began to giggle, and the heavenly tones were enough to break you from your reverie. He kicked his tiny feet, babbling gently. Sanji raised his hands, shielding his face from the view of your baby, and Saraf’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“A-boo!” Sanji called softly, and Saraf laughed hysterically, throwing his tiny arms in front of him and kicking frantically. Sanji chuckled right along with him. “You really do have a lot of energy still stocked up in you, huh? Definitely a son of mine.”

Saraf smiled, his eyes bright with innocent happiness, and Sanji hummed under his breath. “We should really go find Mommy. She’s much better at this than I am.”

“I found you first.” You informed him, coming to a rest behind his chair and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “And I think you were doing just fine.” From your position, you reached forward and darted your fingers over your son’s small chest, tickling him gently. “Hey, little one.”

Sanji looked like he was blushing lightly, but you couldn’t tell very well from the angle. He tilted his head, searching for a kiss, which you happily granted him. “Did you come to put him to sleep?”

“I was going to, but you’ve obviously got him all worked up now.”

“He wasn’t settling down, and this is all I could do to get him to stop crying.” He whined. “Can you take him now? I’ve gotta go make the crew’s final snack.”

“I think they can live without it for one day.”

Sanji blanched. “What?”

“You’ve got your hands full there.”

“Oh, cmon, Y/N-swan, please! Nami’ll be so lost without her evening drink!”

“She’ll survive.”

“You’ll have to deal with mosshead being grumpy all night, and then he’ll say something stupid and I’ll be forced to put him in his place. You hate when we fight.”

You got to the door and smiled back at him. “It’s a price I’m willing to pay.” You looked at the small baby, whose eyes were still locked on you from after your appearance. “Have a good nap, Saraf.” You sang as you closed the door behind you.

Sanji looked down at his baby in exasperation. Immediately he had his son’s full attention, as he waited expectantly for Sanji’s next move.

“You’re a real handful, you know that, right?” Despite what he said, he covered his face and revealed it again. “A-boo!”

Much as he would’ve liked to, he couldn’t hide the wide smile that crossed his face when Saraf laughed gleefully again. He bent down and kissed the baby’s head.

When he pulled back, Saraf looked shocked, and Sanji rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. Don’t get used to it.”

The Bechdel Test is a popular and very simple test to judge movies on their level of representation. For a movie to pass: (1) it has to have at least two women in it, who (2) who talk to each other, about (3) something besides a man. 

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Keep it Secret

Originally posted by marvel-flower

This fic is super late. I am really sorry about that but I have had real trouble with writer’s block but I am back at it again.

This fic is for @subjectx17 

I had a little help from @fearlessmisspaige with how to end it. So thank you dear.

I hope you like it.


When you see her, your heart flutters. When she touches your hand, you forget to breathe.

This is Diana. This is your girlfriend. This is your secret.

In the comfort of your apartment. You can be as close as you want. You can cuddle all the time, exchange lazy kisses, play with her hair but outside you have to keep your distance.

Diana wants to keep the relationship a secret from the team. She isn’t ready to be out to the team and you are perfectly fine with that. No matter how much you wanted to shout it from the rooftops that you have her as a girlfriend.


If you ever needed Diana. Now was the time. Work had been terrible and full of disrespectful and rude people. Why had you agreed to go to the party at Justice League headquarters. All you wanted was to curl up with your girlfriend and go to sleep.

Diana said she would meet you at the party and that she will be wearing red.

You drag your feet on the way out of the shower. You may be clean now but that doesn’t stop the awful voices in your head.

Once your hair is dried, you style it into an elegant do. You fore go the make up for the dress. It was a fresh lilac colour, that reached your knees. Now zipped in your dress you tackle your makeup.

Fresh faced with hints of colour, you grab your heels and keys then head out the door.

Diana sent a car for you and by the time you got downstairs, it was waiting for you.

You greet the driver with a fake smile and get in the car. The drive took an hour. It was a shame that you lived so far away from Diana.

On the way over you thought about her. Wondering what dress she would be wearing. Imaging that wonderful smile that is bound to greet you. You sent a quick text telling her you were close and could she meet you outside. She replied with ‘Sure, see you soon sweet pea xx’. You smile at this.

The car pulls up in front of the headquarter 10 minutes later. The driver opens your door and helps you out. You thank him then walk to the door where Diana was waiting for you.

You smile your first genuine smile of the day. You wanted nothing more than to run into her arms but you reign it in and walk carefully over the gravel path up to her.

“(y/n) you look beautiful.” She takes your hands in hers and admires your look. “Shall we?” She motions with her head to go inside. You nod and she lets go of your hands.

She guides you into the swell of the party. The music is louder than you anticipated, that must be Barry’s idea, you see the other justice league members dotted around the room. Diana leans in close and tells you she is going to get some drinks and that you should mingle.


You hated this part.

Looking around you see Arthur being surrounded by bimbos wanting to get moment alone with him. Barry was trying to impress a girl with his out of date moves. Bruce was behind the bar mixing cocktails for his plus one.

That was fine by you as you spotted the one man you could really talk to and that was Victor. He was sat in the corner sipping a Tom Collins.

On your approach, he looks up and smiles at you. He scoots to the left so there is room for you to sit on the couch, you sit down.

“You look amazing (y/n). Has Diana gone to get drinks?”

“Yeah, she said mingle but that means putting on a fake smile and talking to people I don’t know. I would much rather talk to people I know. Like you.”

“I feel honoured you are gracing me with your presence, are you okay? You look like you are about to cry.”

Fuck were you that transparent.

“I just had a hard day at work and all I wanted to do was curl up with my girlfriend.”

“Diana wouldn’t want you to mope about at home that is probably why she made you come.”

“Wait you know about us?”

“Yeah I mean is it meant to be a secret. Diana has been coming to me for advice for the past 3 months.”

“That cow. She told me that she wanted our relationship to be a secret, here she comes now all smiles.”

Diana was indeed walking over to you with two glasses of red wine in her hands. Her smile faltered when she saw your grimace. You and Victor move up on the l shaped couch so there was room for her to sit down.

“Is everything okay?” She hands you a glass of wine.

“I don’t know you tell me?”

“Tell you? Tell you what?”

“Why does Victor know about us?”

Diana went pale. Then glared at Victor.

“You told her?!”

You butt in.

“I think you mean I am sorry (y/n) but I told someone about us.”

“I can explain.”

“No save it. I need some air.”

You place the wine on the table and storm outside. Leaving Diana in shock and Victor feeling rather uncomfortable.

“Diana why did you tell me about her?” Victor put his drink down and scooted closer to her so that their conversation wasn’t so easily overheard. “You could have just used a fake name when talking about her.”

“I don’t know. I just really care about her and It just slipped out I guess.”

“Damn. You have fallen hard.”

“What do you mean I haven’t fallen over.”

“No, I mean you have fallen in love. Sure, it was fast but I can see by the way you talked to me about her that you love her. So, go find her and tell her before she goes.”

Diana swallows the whole glass of wine then stands up. She looks around the room to see which is the best way to go to find you. Turning back to Victor she smiles.

“I am going to do it. I am going to tell her I love her.”

“Good luck.” He says as she walks away through the crowd.


When you stormed away from Diana, you didn’t know where you were going. You just knew you needed air.

You walked through the complex only to find locked doors. You needed to get outside. After trying a few more doors, you find an open one.

Sighing in relief you open it and walk out into a wide garden.

It was beautiful.

There was a fountain in the centre with a gazebo to the far right of the garden. You walk over to the warmth of the fire in the middle of the gazebo.

You were in such a rush to get to the party, you forgot to bring a coat.

The warmth from the fire was much welcome. You sit down on the cushioned bench and warm your hands.

When you were sufficiently warmed up, you sit back on the bench and everything from your day comes flooding into your head again. The horrible people from work, the rude people on the train and lastly finding out that Diana told someone about your relationship. That was the worst of all.

After all the fuss she made about keeping it secret. She wanted it that way to keep you safe. That was her exact words. Apparently, she was allowed to tell people but you weren’t. What gave her the right?

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the door to the garden open and close.


It was Diana. Of course she would find you. She always does.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you. I need to tell you something.”

Diana walks over to you and sits down on the bench next to the one you are sat on. She knows you need your space right now and she doesn’t want to crowd you.

“Is it to tell me you are sorry?”

“I am sorry (y/n) but that is not what I want to tell you.”

“Go on then.”

She closes her eyes and sighs. Could she do this? She kind of has to now.

Diana opens her eyes and looks at you.

“(y/n) I know we haven’t been dating long. 3 months to be exact.” She could see that she was losing your interest. “What I am trying to say that in this time. I have grown to know you over this time and I know I said I wanted to keep our relationship a secret but there is something about you that makes me want to tell every stranger I meet about you. I am proud to have you as girlfriend but I wasn’t ready to go public yet. That was until I needed advice. I considered my options of people I could talk to and Victor was the only one I could really trust.”

“I can imagine Barry having a field day with this information.” A small smile ghosts your lip. No you were mad but part of you just wanted to hug her. You let her finish.

“I went to Victor because I knew he wouldn’t talk to other people about what we said. He helped me sort through my feelings and we just had a little talk and he told me something very interesting and he is right.”

“What did he say?”

“That I was in love. I’m in love with you (y/n) and I know that you might need time to say it back but that is okay too. I love you and I am ready to tell people now. That is if you want to?”

You stand up on walk over to her. She moves up the bench to give you space to sit down, which you do. You take her hands in yours.

“Diana, you know I have had the most terrible day ever today. I came to this party for you. I came because I wanted to see you. Only to find out that you told someone about us when your strictly told me not to tell anyone. I was hurt but part of me sort of understands. So I forgive you.”

“Thank you (y/n).”

“Hang on I am not finished yet. I forgive you and to find out that you love me has just made my night. I think I need a little more time before I can say it back. As I have rushed into saying I love you before and I just got hurt. So give me time. As for coming out and telling people I am all for it.”

Diana pulls you into a warm hug.

“I understand that you need time and I am willing to wait for you. That is just how special you are to me so I will wait and continue to love you.” She pulls back to smile at you. “Do you want to stay out here a bit longer?”

You nod and curl up into her side. Diana wraps a blanket, from the back of the bench around you both. It was just the right size for the both of you. She turns her head to kiss your temple then settles down for a moment of peace.


Hours pass and somewhere during that time you had fallen asleep. The party had ended and the team had come looking for you. Barry had said you must have gone home and Diana went to her room but Victor knew better. It wasn’t his place to say anything but when the team came upon your sleeping form huddled close to Diana. He couldn’t help but smile.

Like it or not people knew about you from the protective way Diana was holding you. Like you meant the world to her. She raised a finger to her lips and signalled them to be quiet and not wake you.

Barry gave you the thumbs up, Arthur grinned, Bruce nodded and Victor smiled. He was happy for Diana. Happy she found her one.


I am opening prompts again so send some in while I work on the ones I have.

Uncharted - Chapter 3

Warnings: Nothing in particular

Word Count: about 2.4k

A\N: Hey guys! I’m back with a new one :) This is definitely a filler chapter. The plot doesn’t really move forward, but there’s a lot of details and descriptions of your surroundings. I really want you guys to have an image in your head, since i am quite visual. I am currently working on a few things so stay tuned !

Part One

Part Two

Originally posted by capntony

The floor was made out of grey tiles that glinted in the iridescent moonlight, the walls were white and gorgeous light fixtures were emanating a soft glow. You entered a wide hallway that opened up to a kitchen and a living room to the side. The kitchen itself left you speechless.

The counters were dark grey granite with cabinets a sleek cold light grey colour. Appliances lined the far wall with beautiful ovens and stoves, a built-in microwave and a fridge that could store enough food for a restaurant. There was an island with a sink and a dishwasher, a wine cellar, a mini-fridge and so many drawers with what you could only guess was every single culinary gadget on the face of the planet. Bar stools lined the exterior side of the island and a modern french mahogany dining table stood to the left.

You felt like a kid on Christmas day.

You turned to your right and found the living room. An enormous L shaped couch that probably costed a fortune was placed in front of a giant flat screen TV with an over the top sound system that was placed strategically around the room to have a certain in-theatre feel.

“This is absolutely crazy.” you huff to yourself. This entire apartment screams rich, but that’s one of the things you get when you live with a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

You make your way out of the living room and into the bedro—

Holy shit

THis iS nOt a bedROOM. This ‘bedroom’ is twice the size of your old apartment. The window at the far end of the room was ceiling height and lined the entire wall. The bed was a king sized with crisp white expensive silk and a mountain of well placed pillows. A fireplace was placed off to the side lighting up the room in a warm glow. It looked thoroughly inviting but you weren’t done exploring the premises.

To the far end of the bedroom there was a beautiful glass desk with a chrome chair. On the desk there was a Macbook and an Ipad. Was he nuts? You had just moved in and your net worth just went up a couple thousand dollars.

There’s a door about ten feet to the left of the bed, one that you could only assume was the closet. You opened it and it was just… wow. It wasn’t just the grandness of it all, it was the sheer elegance of it. It was a long corridor with cabinets and closets lining each side. The materiel was a warm toned brown that was sleek. Each storage compartment seemed to have it’s own purpose.

I don’t even have enough clothes to fill one of these!

The closet opened to the bathroom and that really just blew your mind. The floor was an immaculate white. Straight in front of you was a bath large enough for more than one person.
(A/N: obvious foreshadowing for something in the future) You turned to your left and there was a counter that reached from wall to wall. Large mirror panels were placed right over the sink that had a faucet made out of a circular piece of glass and a lever to turn it on and off.  On the counter was numerous beauty products that were probably way too expensive, cotton pads, q-tips etc.

The shower to the right was a cubicle made purely out of glass and the hose was a spotless chrome stainless steel with beige tiles that lined the floor. This really was over the top.

You walk back to the kitchen, dropping your bag next to your bed, you’ll get back to that later. Ah, yes, the kitchen. Probably your favourite part in every house. You could make things, bake things, cook things. You opened the enormous fridge and see it empty except for a couple of water bottles and sodas. You’ll have to go to the grocery store. Again. The last time you got a bit interrupted.

Miss (y/n), may I suggest I order some groceries for you. I can have them delivered in an hour, F.R.I.D.A.Y says. You jump at the sudden intrusion, almost hitting your head on the shelf.

“Um, yes, thank you?” you respond, not sure how long it’ll take to get used to speaking to nothing. She was an artificial intelligence, but it still was very… different.

You started listing items that you’d like to have in your fridge and pantry. It took you a good half hour seeing as you have ten times more storage than you had before. And then, you realized something, how the hell are you supposed to pay for all of this. You walk over to your jacket and pull out your wallet. You see the pathetic couple of five dollar bills and coins, including a credit card you didn’t dare use unless an emergency was to occur. No one wanted debts. You sigh.

Miss (y/n), Tony left a message for you, he says,: “Hey kiddo, I bet right now you’re thinking about the whole money thing. Haven’t you noticed who you’re staying with baby cakes? I’m Tony Stark, go crazy, I don’t mind. Have fun, kid.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, could you help me get to Tony’s lab?” You asked ‘the air’, this is so weird.

Of course, Miss (y/n), follow the illuminated arrows on the floor, they will lead you to his lab. I am afraid Tony might be a little busy, so give him some time, she responds.

Alrighty, then. You walk out of your apartment, taking your phone and your keycard. (a freaking keycard). Soft white lights shaped in arrows start showing up on the floors, you follow them and find yourself in front of the elevator once again. You slide in wondering what to do now. The number 62 illuminates and the contraptions started moving up.

I’m glad I didn’t have to guess that, imagine if you ended up on Clint’s floor, or Sam’s?

You pinch your nose imagining the embarrassment.

Before you know it, a familiar mechanical ding echoes in the metal box. You exit, following the arrows until they just disappear. You look around, black tiles following the expanse of the room. You see a large staircase surrounded by glass fixtures. You walk towards it and open the surprisingly light glass door.

You walked up the beige granite stairs holding onto the metal rail, the walls were surrounded by beautiful paintings that you mentally reminded yourself to ask about later.

Once you hit the top, you walked through two glass sliding doors to be greeted with quite a sight. Four large and long tables surrounded one main square table. The entire lab was littered with metal contraptions, advanced machines, a considerable amount of blueprints and a metal arm that seemed to be moving at it’s own free will. To your right, there was another lab, from the outside, looked pristine clean. Inside there was Bruce who looked extremely concentrated on whatever formula he was inspecting under the microscope. You turned your attention back towards Tony who was… well, gently put, a mess. Streaks of grease were on his face, his arms and his clothes. He was wearing a dark grey tank top with a pair of comfortable looking pants. Sweat dripped off his forehead and his neck was glistening.

“Dum-E, I swear to God, if you break the blender again I’m going to sell you to the local science fair.” he says pointing at the mechanic arm that was just quietly waving around. He looks up.

“Oh, hey kid, what’s got you up at this hour?” Obviously surprised to see you here. You can tell he’s starting to treat you more as a daughter, but you didn’t mind. You never really had a father figure in your life. Your biological dad died when you were really young, you loved him with everything you had.. (Also, note the fact that it’s not even midnight yet and he’s acting as if you had a curfew on your first day here)

“Uh, ya. F.R.I.D.A.Y suggested that I fill up my pantry, and I saw the total,” He looks at you with his arms crossed,” and I know you left me a message, but I just wanted to make sure it was ok? Since I am new and stuff, I didn’t want to look like I was taking advantage of you, or the Avengers in general…” you trail off and reddening realizing that you were rambling. Great, you’ve made a fool of yourself.

“(Y/n), come sit here for a second.” He pats a small chair beside him. You hesitantly pace your way behind the desks and onto the chair he pulled up. You were now surrounded by incredibly advanced equipment and you were scared to move because you didn’t want to knock anything over.

“It’s ok, you can take a look.” he says kindly from behind you. You turn your head around, with your brows furrowed. Is he serious? “Ya, go ahead.”

Tony’s POV

God, her brows were scrunched up in the most adorable way. He honestly couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He’d never, ever let anyone in his lab, unless it was Bruce or Pepper, or there was some incredible rare, unfortunate, life-threatening situation. Then, he would maybe let them in. This was his private play-ground, he knew what the majority of these things did, well, he knew enough, sometimes things don’t always tend to go as planned.

His gaze turns towards (y/n) once again. Her wide (e/c) eyes roaming over every inch of the tables, her hands itching to touch something, but remaining firmly by her sides. He could see the curiosity ooze out of her, finally, someone who understands. (Except for Bruce) Someone who understands the burning need to know more, see more and learn more. Her gaze hungrily eating up all this new information, it’s quite amazing to watch.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, would you kindly Vac U Form a digital wire frame, I want her to have a manipulatable projection.” He told the AI. She tears her gaze from the arc reactor prototype and turns to him. A blue light scans over all five tables and lifts up into the air, showing an exact replica of everything that was on display.

“Woah” She gasps, that was cute too. “Can I?” She asks pointing at the floating blueprint. He nods his consent. She waves her hand around and makes it turn, pinches her fingers together to minimize it and flings her arms wide open to zoom in. She starts giggling, like actually giggling, like a schoolgirl in kindergarten who just sold girl scout cookies for the first time.

“This is SO cool.” She zooms into one thing in particular, the new arc reactor prototype.

“Is that the thing in your chest?” she asks bluntly. She pauses, and then covers her mouth realizing how blunt she was. “Oh my, I’m sorry Mr.Stark, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I read about it in the papers and I may or may not have hacked into your mainframe and found some plans. Wait- I’m not supposed to tell you that.” She stares at him with wide eyes. He just starts laughing, an honest chortle rumbles his chest. God, it’s been a long time since he’s laughed like that.

“God, that’s funny, and cute. Hahahaha, I can’t believe this,” he keeps laughing, he’s not sure if she’s terrified, but she certainly looks like it. “HEY, BRuce! She hacked into F.R.I.D.A.Y and she doesn’t speak to me like I’m a ticking time bomb, I think she’s a keeper.” He shouts towards the other side of the lab. Bruce just looks at him unimpressed, but with a small smile on his face.

“Ok, first of all, stop calling Mr. Stark, that was my dad. Call me Tony,” she nods furiously,” and second of all, do you see all of this?,” he opens his arms wide, “this costs more money then you can imagine, so what I’m trying to say is, go crazy. I don’t care. Spend a thousand dollars on food, go ahead.”. And.. Wait a minute. How did you hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

Your POV

I mean at this point you could start crying. You were never rich, you’ve been poor before, you know what it feels like to be hungry, thus your appreciation for cooking.

“Thank you.” Was all you said. He smiles sweetly at you and pulls you into a hug. At first you aren’t sure what to do, but slowly you relax into his embrace. He pushes you away and holds you in front of him at arms length, starring at your shirt.

“So you like AC/DC and Black Sabbath?” An infectious grin spreads across his face as you nod vigorously.

You ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to go through with your grocery list. For the next two hours, all you do is listen to music, occasionally go full on karaoke, have Tony discover your singing ‘talent’, (as he likes to call it) and discuss some science stuff.

He kindly walks you back to your apartment at around one in the morning and apologizes for keeping you up. How sweet of him? You never thought he could be so nice, most rumours involving him depict him as a rude, arrogant and incredibly egotistical person. Maybe he was, just not with you.

The groceries were neatly organized in your kitchen, by who? It didn’t matter, you were too tired to care.

You fell swiftly onto the crazy soft bed and succumbed to sleep like candles being blown out on a birthday cake. 


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