then i met up with adam

Day Eighty-Nine

-I passed a two year-old singing in an angelic voice. She could undoubtedly go professional if only she knew any real words.
-A woman’s card got stuck in her purse, prompting her to bellow, “GET OUT.” I am happy to share that today I met the voice actor from every possession-based horror film in cinematic history.

-A man pressed his phone against the card reader. He became confused when nothing happened. The store not having a mobile pay reader did not seem an acceptable answer for him.

-“Can I get a birthday?” I asked. With a stern tone and an offended face, I was told, “No.” Sure that I misheard, I followed up, “Sorry?” “I said no!” she replied, growing more and more adamant. She wanted to stay out of the store’s systems. I wanted to verify her age for her purchase.

-I made a new friend today. His name is Stanley the Stinkbug. He is a stinkbug. He walked around my screen for about twenty minutes and made for pleasant company. He was very nice, but since he spent his entire stay walking in circles along the same path, he was not quite the brightest bug bulb in the bug bulb bunch.

-Unfortunately, a woman came through my lane with a static-filled robe. Unfortunately, I immediately felt myself get charged up. Unfortunately, I could tell that I would be met with a horrendous shock the next time that I touched metal. Unfortunately, my register is precisely pelvis-high. Unfortunately, the unfortunate happened.

-Children who sing to themselves are amazing, adorable, to be protected, and my best friends.

-At several points throughout the day, the ice machine at the cafe would turn on without a soul in the vicinity. Whether the machine is broken or possessed, it was reassuring to know I could lay down in a pile of ice if the desire so struck me. This is truly my comfort zone.

This is Chai. She was hiding under the (completely non-functional) company car at work the morning after a freezing night, and she yelled at me as I was heading inside. I lured her out with the deli turkey from my lunch and she instantly went from scared to in love with all humans.

I fed her the rest of my turkey and one of my coworkers contributed a slice of venison sausage, but we knew she couldn’t stay at work all day because none of us would get anything done. I called my husband and told him we had a temporary cat, and asked if he’d mind keeping an eye on her while I figured out what to do. (My landlord has a no-pets policy, but I couldn’t just kick her back onto the street.)

They got on like gangbusters, especially after I picked up Claritin for Adam. Chai ate an entire can of cat food and then spent all day sleeping on Adam’s lap. Any time she left the room, she’d mew occasionally so Adam knew where she was. Meanwhile, I called around and made posts on local groups until I found someone who’d take her in. 

While I worked out the details with the fellow (he had a rather aloof cat already and was excited to have a really cuddly companion cat), I heated up a rice pack, which Chai promptly fell asleep on again. 

I’ve honestly never met such a cuddly, sweet cat. It was hard to say goodbye. The guy who took her in texted a few days later to say they’d been to the vet. Chai’s about eight years old, healthy, and is getting along well in her new home. 

carly’s pynch fic rec

basically, i’ve read a lot of fic, some of which i haven’t seen on rec lists on tumblr anywhere and i just thought that had to be remedied so: here we go. ten fics sorted by word count. most of them are multichapter, and rated M or E.

★★★★★144k+ words, rated M, completed

light with a sharpened edge by poetic_leopard aka @winterblues

Adam Parrish works as a sober companion, but he has no idea of the storm that’s soon to hit him when Ronan Lynch turns out to be his newest client. (Or the one where Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are trapped underneath the same roof for six weeks.)*Ronan, to his surprise, opened his eyes. For a breathless moment, Adam was transfixed in them. They were the color of the ocean on the most azure of nights, lightning right before it struck the ground, damp hydrangeas on a fog-swept morning. Those eyes gave him chills.

this fic!! solidly one of my favorite fics! (although, i’m only recommending my favorites) ronan is a little more of an asshole than usual, but, it’s an AU so.. it works. the writing in this is lovely and poetic and leaves you hanging off of every word. 

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Warmth

Originally posted by despairingfever


Beast!Adam x Reader

Warmth

Prompt: how about some beast!Adam cuddles?

Note: Yaaaaaaaaassssss *Edit* I went a little overboard on this one, but I think its p cute.

A few months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Adam seemed so different from the version of him you had first met. The servants all agreed: everything had changed that night you brought him home. He was softer, warmer, he smiled more. Some of them swore they had even heard him laugh.

Maybe there was something there that wasn’t there before.

They knew that whatever that something was, it was something you had brought back in him. Every day, Adam was more like the young prince the castle’s staff had grown so fond of and less like the dark prince his father had twisted him up to be.

Recently, he had shown you his spectacular library, and now the two of you spent the majority of your long days reading together. And because it was always winter here, you tended to get quite cold, even with the fireplaces and blankets that were so abundant in the castle. Nothing seemed to help shield you from the chills.

Nothing except Adam.

You had found that if you sat close enough to him on the couch, his warmth seemed to chase away the cold. Most days you would sit with your body touching his. You thought you were subtle about it, but he noticed that your shivers seemed to disappear when he was near.

And so, he decided to work up the courage to address it.

“So…”

“Yes?” You asked, sliding a bookmark into the large leather-bound book in your hands.

“I heard from Mrs. Potts that you get quite cold at night.” You looked up at him, but he looked away as soon as you met his gaze.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “A little.”

“And I’m always quite warm at night, what with all of this…fur.” he motioned to himself. “So if you’d like to…”

“Thank you.” You gave a grateful smile and scooted a little closer to him on the couch in the library. After reopening your book, you rested your head on his shoulder, and Adam swore his heart skipped a beat.

***

“H-hello?” you knocked on the door to Adam’s chambers later that night wearing a white nightgown and some slippers. “Adam?”

The door swung open, and there he was, wearing a nervous sort of grin. You could see the secret fear hidden in his eyes, but you didn’t know why. The staff did, though. They were all hoping, praying that tonight would be their last night as knickknacks.

“Come on in.” he motioned for you to come inside and then led you over to the bed, where he had pulled back the blankets. He climbed in before you, heart racing as he waited for you to slip beneath the covers. After a long beat of silence, he spoke. “I suppose it’s foolish.”

“Hmm?”

“For a creature like me to try to win your affections.” His eyes were sad. You reached up and stroked the fur of his jaw.

“I don’t think so.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.” You stretched and yawned. “I dunno, Adam. I’m pretty fond of you.” He laid back against his mountain of pillows. Tentatively, you crawled on top of him, letting him embrace you in his large arms. You exhaled a deep sigh. “Ohhhhh,”

“What?”

“You’re so warm…”

“One of the few advantages of this form.” He chuckled. “I’ve never been cold in the time I’ve been this…”

“Can we make this a recurring thing?” You mumbled. The lamps seemed to turn themselves off. “Please? God, you’re warm.”

“I think that could be arranged.” Adam feared his heart might leap out of his chest. You were here. You were curled up in his arms, and you seemed to be more than content. He closed his eyes, and took a breath.

You were slipping away, deep into sleep. What you said next was so quiet, he barely heard it before falling asleep himself.

“I love you.”

***

Sunlight streamed through the window early the next morning, and when you opened your eyes, you remembered that you weren’t in your room. You were in Adam’s. But something was different.

Very different.

“Aah!” You bolted upright at the sight of a stranger in Adam’s bed. He blinked a few times. Your alarmed yell had dragged him out of his slumber.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked. It was then that he took a moment. His voice sounded…different. Higher than usual. And his paws weren’t paws at all. They were hands. He reached up to touch his face, and instead of fur, he came in contact with skin. You had done it. You’d freed him.

“How did you get in here? W–who are you?!”

“It’s me!” He shouted. His expression softened and he reached out for your hand. “It’s Adam.”

“Adam…” Your voice was quiet.

“You broke the spell.” In his eyes, you could see him. They were the same even though everything else had changed. “You…you love me.”

“I do.” You nodded. He cupped your face with gentle hands, relishing in the feeling of his skin against yours. You were so soft. And he soon discovered that your lips were equally as pleasant.

***

After a long day of jubilant celebration and more hugs than you could count, you soon found yourself standing outside Adam’s chambers. They were brighter now. The things he had destroyed in his beastly anger had been miraculously repaired, along with the rest of the castle. The servants were free too. They had returned to their human forms the previous night and had had their celebrations, but had decided not to wake you or Adam, as you were peacefully tangled in your slumber.

There had been a magnificent ball. The people of the village had finally remembered everyone here. The curse was gone, and so was the endless winter, instead replaced with a beautiful spring.

You knocked on the door, and almost immediately, it swung open, revealing your fiancé who was smiling brighter than you had ever seen. He picked you up and twirled you around, causing you to laugh and smile. As soon as he had you back on your feet, he pressed several kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and then finally your lips, relishing in their sweet taste.

“Well you certainly are excited, Adam. It’s just me.”

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, of course I’m excited to see you!” His arms were snug around your waist, and he pulled you to him, holding you against his chest. You rested your head in the crook of his neck. His voice was no more than a soft whisper in your ear. “I love you more than you could ever understand.”

“And I love you more abundantly than the stars in the sky.” You replied, hugging him tight. He sighed a warm breath. If Adam had his wishes, he would never let you go, but your proclamation of love was followed very quickly with a yawn. He didn’t blame you for being tired. It had been a long day for the both of you.

“Are you tired, love?”

“A bit.” You admitted. He pulled away to look at you. His hands cupped your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks.

“Let’s go to bed, then.” He suggested. You nodded and followed him over. Once the two of you had gotten settled, you took a deep breath as you listened to his heartbeat. Adam’s soft lips pressed against your forehead and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It had been only last night that the two of you had been in the same position. Except, he had been much larger and covered in fur. He chuckled a little at the thought. It seemed so far away. That entire chunk of his life was beginning to feel far off, when really it had only been yesterday.

“Hmm?” You asked.

“Do you mind it?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m…different now?”

“You’re still the man I fell in love with. With or without all the fur.” You replied. “And you’re still very warm.” He chuckled.

“Well good.” He kissed your forehead again.

“But…”

“Hmm?”

“How would you feel about growing a beard?” you asked teasingly. He let out a playful little growl, causing your heart to race in exhilaration.

“Consider it done.”

No Longer a Monster » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 724

Summary:  Adam is having a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him.

A/N: Damn, it’s been one whole month since I uploaded a story, but I’m back now and I’m ready to write! It’s Spring Break and I hope that I can come out with a lot more stories. So, I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday and I fell in love with the characters! It’s an amazing movie! I recommend watching it!

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With You It’s Different

Logan Howlett x Reader

Words: 1,346

Request: Can you write a Logan fic where he is his usual gruff, grumpy self with a hard exterior but around y/n he is super nice and always pays attention to her and is a huge teddy bear with her. I just love Logan wow. Thank you!!! :)

“I said no,” Logan growled, his voice reaching your ears. That’s odd, you thought, Logan wasn’t one to lose his temper often. You got up from your place on your bed, moving towards the voices. Scott seemed adamant about something that Logan was definitely not approving of. You stopped just short of them, watching Logan with a small smile. He really was gorgeous. His beautiful brown eyes met yours, the previous tension dissipating at the sight of you. He all but forgot his argument with Scott, sidling up to your side with a smile. “(Y/N),” he greeted happily. You returned his smile in kind.

“Logan,” you replied. Scott seemed a little put out, leaving the two of you alone so he could go work out his own issue. “What was that about?” You questioned.

“Nothing,” he answered, shaking it off. “Anything interesting happen while I was away?” You chuckled softly, following Logan’s lead.

“You were only gone for two days.”

“I know.” He turned to you with a smile. “But a lot can happen in that time.” Still smiling, you wrapped your arms around him. You really did miss him while he was gone. Two days or not, you always missed him when he left. He eagerly returned your affections, pulling you closer into his chest. “I take it you missed me.” He teased.

“Oh ha-ha,” you grumbled into his chest, pulling back after a moment. “You wouldn’t last a week without me.”

“That’s what you think,” he winked.

“That’s what I know.” You smirked at him, loving being around him. You should really tell him how you felt. But what if everything changed because of it? What if he didn’t feel the same way and things became awkward between you two?

“Everything okay?” His eyes were shining with concern.

“Everything’s fine.” You pulled him into your spacious room, shutting the mahogany door behind the two of you. “How about a movie?”

“Sounds great,” he smiled. You plucked up your laptop, lying back on your fluffy pillows as Logan joined you. He wasted no time in getting comfortable, wrapping an arm around your shoulder so you could lean on him. You did so, turning on (Your favorite movie). It was a pleasant time, Logan adjusting himself occasionally so you could get even closer to him. By the end of the movie, you were practically in his lap, your warm bodies completely relaxed into one another. You were tired, your head sinking further into his chest. You felt the vibrations of his laugh on your back, causing you to laugh in turn.

“Tired?” You nodded. “You can sleep.” He whispered, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your eyes slowly drooped, your last thoughts of Logan as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The scent was different, you mused. It was fresh and smelt of leather and spices. You breathed it in, further burrowing your head into the wonderful aroma. But it was more than that, it was comfortable and warm. You were so content, lying there. At least until you felt a hand rest softly against your back, a sigh sounding next to you. Your eyes flew open, your mind halting all mental processes. Looking up slowly, you met the groggy eyes of Logan. Heat instantly crept up your neck, spreading a brilliant blush all over your cheeks. He smiled down at you, his muscles stretching beneath you.

“Good morning,” he greeted, pulling you ever closer to him.

“Whoa,” tumbled out of your mouth. Graceful, you chided yourself. But you couldn’t help it. Never had anyone looked so utterly delicious as he did in that moment. His lips were parted, his eyes were slightly dazed, and his hair was mussed. You wanted to taste him. Dear God, you wanted to taste every inch of him.

“Something the matter?” He asked, a slight frown tugging at his lips. And oh how you wanted to kiss his frown away.

“Nothing,” you reassured, pushing yourself up so you could get a better look at him. The golden rays of sunlight creeping through the blinds illuminated his figure to make him look like an angel. Your hand twitched, the sudden itch of wanting to run your hands down his body so, so hard to ignore. You really, really should tell him how you feel. But no, not yet. “I’m going to take a shower but I’ll see you downstairs.” He nodded, sending you one last smile as you entered the bathroom. Your body was on autopilot, going through the motions of turning everything on by itself. A million scenarios of what could happen if you told Logan the truth ran through your mind as you turned on the faucet. Each one was washed away with the cool water drenching your body. You had to force yourself out of the shower and down the stairs, your entire body just wishing to drop down into the Logan-scented sheets. He greeted you with a beam when you arrived in the kitchen, the anger present in his current conversation fading away. Strange, that same thing happened yesterday. You added a mental note to ask him about it later. He dropped a plate filled with breakfast in front of you, the smell of food brightening your mood. You looked over to the Professor, greeting him with a nod.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” he received, “I expect you slept well.” For the second time that day, a warm blush covered your face. The little shit knew. He had a perceptive smile on his face and a pointed look in Logan’s direction.

“I did, actually.” You said eloquently, looking down at your food instead of the two other occupants. Charles bid you both a good day before leaving the two of you alone. Once he was gone, you looked back up at Logan. He seemed peaceful, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You squirmed under his scrutiny, wishing he’d look away. “What is it?” You finally asked him, your eyes connecting.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Logan…” you pressed, wanting to know why he was looking at you that way. If the feeling in your stomach had anything to say about it, you really shouldn’t mind. He took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving you. As soon as he was within reach, he lifted you off your feet and held you close to his warm body. You giggled, holding onto his shoulders and pressing your head against his. After a moment of squeezing you, he placed you back on the ground.

“They want you to go to Rome to locate a mutant.” Logan stated, answering your unasked question. Wait, what? You’d gone on missions to retrieve mutants before.

“And…?” You inquired.

“You’re going alone.” He responded, his jaw clenching at the statement. Oh. You’d never gone on a mission alone before.

“It’s alright,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He sighed, pulling you back into his heated embrace.

“You could get hurt.” His voice sounded pain, his body tensing beneath your arms.

“Everyone here is constantly going on missions; alone or together,” you argued.

“But with you it’s different.” Logan stated. You furrowed your brows, escaping his hold so you could get a better look at him. His eyes were shining with worry, his lips pressed together tightly.

“Why?” You breathed. He didn’t verbally respond, pressing his lips so softly against your own, you could almost fool yourself into thinking it was a dream. Just as quickly as he placed them there, he pulled away. Your body missed the warmth of his already.

“I’m so-,” you cut him off, surging towards him. Your lips met his in a frenzy, your hands grasping at his hair to give you a better angle. He returned it just as eagerly, his mouth moving against yours so perfectly. You could practically see the fireworks, your body moving ever closer to his muscled form. Pulling away, you smiled at him. Maybe now you could tell him how you felt.

The Raven Cycle Characters as Pick-Up Lines

Gansey: Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes

Blue: Damn, you make me want to knit both of us matching sweaters

Adam:  Are you my appendix? Because I have no idea how you work, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.

Ronan: I actually don’t hate you. Congrats

Kavinsky: Do you have a name or should I just call you mine?

Cheng: If Internet Explorer is brave enough to ask you to be your default browser, I’m brave enough to ask you out!

Noah: Did you die recently? Cause girl, you look like an angel to me.

Declan: I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like that

Matthew: Do you like Starbucks? ‘Cause I like you a-latte *laughs*

About Time

Title: About Time

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,468

Warning: Some slow burn satisfying smut

A/N: I wanted a jealous Sammy and some deliciously satisfying smut, so I wrote this! It’s a slow burn, but it’s worth it. Enjoy!!!


Pushing the door to the bar open a huge smile spread across your lips. It wasn’t every day you convinced the boys to go to a college town bar over a dive bar. Tonight was all about you. A successful vampire hunt, from start to finish, had been perfectly coordinated and executed by none other than yourself and the boys were thoroughly impressed. Hopping onto a bar stool you caught the attention of a cute bartender and got everyone a shot and a drink.

“Well,” Sam held up his shot glass. “To Y/N, the girl who’s turning into quite the badass hunter.”

“Awww, thanks boys. I’ll drink to that any night.”

Slamming your shot you grabbed the boy’s glasses and nodded towards an open pool table. Dean handed you some cash as they went to grab it before it was taken. Sliding off the bar stool you started to weave through the crowds of people.

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Some LGBTQ Quotes

Coming out for gays and lesbians isn’t an even - it’s a process.

-Unknown

No country should deny people their rights because of who they love, which is why we must stand up for the rights of gays and lesbians everywhere.

-Barack Obama

have met many feminists who were not Lesbians but I have never met a Lesbian who was not a feminist.

-Martha Shelley

Queer by nature, Proud by choice.

-Unknown

I am gay, and I’m very comfortable with it.

-Adam Lambert

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

-Ernest Gaines

…the man of my dreams is a girl.

- Julie Anne Peters

I’ve just fallen in love with you. What is your name, and please tell me you’re gay?

-Jet Mykles

anonymous asked:

hey do you have any funny/weird facts about John Adams?

  • John Adams once faulted Abigail Adams because she sat cross legged and Abigail replied with, “a gentleman had no business to concern himself about the leg of a lady.”
  • Adams was the defense lawyer for the British soldiers who shot civilians at the Boston Massacre. 
  • In his private diary after first meeting John Dickinson, Adams noted that Dickinson was “a shadow…pale as ashes” and doubted that he would live a month. 
  • Adams and Benjamin Franklin once had to share a bed. Adams wanted the window closed, Franklin wanted it open and spent the night explaining why they would all suffocate but Adams fell asleep halfway through [x].
  • Franklin, Adams and Edward Rutledge were sent by congress to view the list of those who would be executed if the revolution failed and the list on those who would be given pardons which was held by British General Howe. Adams name was not on the list of pardons, meaning if the revolution failed, he would hang [x].
  • While on route to France via ship, Adams and his son John Quincy had to take up buckets and work with the crew to throw the water overboard [x].
  • While Adams was in France, Abigail still in Massachusetts struck up a correspondence with James Lovell was a married man who was into Abigail. Abigail kept letters with him so she could find out what was going on with her husband. But when the letters were starting to turn more “sentimental” Abigail saved all his letters and sent them to her husband. [x]
  • Adams and his two sons had to ride donkeys on their way from the port in Spain to France [x]. 
  • Thomas Jefferson became so close with John Quincy Adams what he stayed regularly at his home, struck up a friendship with his aides and John Adams said to Jefferson, “He appeared to me as much your boy as mine.” Nabby Adams and Abigail Adams went on shopping trips with Jefferson as well [x]. 
  • At Shakespeare’s home, Adams and Jefferson chipped off pieces from a chair were Shakespeare had sat. Years afterwards, Adams claimed that Jefferson on arriving, got down on his hands and knees and kissed the ground [x]. 
  • In the privacy of his personal journal he referred to Alexander Hamilton as “a damnable villain”.
  • While he was vice-president the senate and beyond referred to him as “His Rotundity, Duke of Braintree”
  • He was the first president to live in the white house, and he only lived there for four months [x]. 
  • He once accidentally sent pages of his diary to congress and they all read it aloud and laughed at him [x]. 
  • He was a bad dancer [x]. 
  • In 1797, a fire engulfed the shop and home of the publisher Andrew Brown, who had been an ardent critic of Adams as Vice President. Adams, who was already the President-elect of the United States, was seen carrying buckets of water to try help put out the flames [x]. 
  • When two brothers who were neighbors of Thomas Jefferson visited John Adams when he was in retirement he exclaimed at length, “I always loved Jefferson and I still love him.” This was carried back to Monticello and helped re-instate the Adams-Jefferson correspondence. 
  • During Lafayette’s grand tour of America the last time, he visited Adams and afterwards remarked “That was not the John Adams I knew.” Later, Adams said “That was not the Lafayette I knew.” [x].
  • In 1825 at the age of eighty-nine, Adams met with a woman he had nearly proposed more than a half-century earlier. Upon seeing her, his face lit up “What! Madam, shall we not go walk in Cupid’s Grove together?” to which she replied “Ah, sir, it would not be the first time we have walked there!”
  • Along with a portrait of John Adams in his closing years, Gilbert Stuart also made a face mask on him. But the face mask got stuck on his skin and he “thought he would beat my brains out with his hammer!” which is why in the bust of Adams on Thomas Jefferson’s desk at Monticello he looks rather tempered. 
  • John Adams last words were “Thomas Jefferson survives”. Jefferson actually died five hours earlier and the two died on the same day within hours of each other.
Maybe I dreamt you.

We know Adam went to Aglionby Academy after he thought he saw a guy that looked like Ronan in a grocery store pay for all of his items without even looking at the price. Adam later thinks it silly to believe it was Ronan; but what if it was? What if Ronan swiped his card without looking at the price at checkout because he was looking at this cute boy that had just walked in?
Soon that boy starts going to Aglionby, but Ronan doesn’t think much of it. Now however, he knows he created Matthew when he was only a little kid. He’s starting to understand his power after the event of the second book. So now, in Cabeswater, Adam proclaims he knows when he’s asleep and when he’s awake. But Ronan start to worry; “Did I dream up this beautiful boy after basing him on someone I saw in a grocery store for five seconds? And he just happens to start going to our school?”
So when Ronan says to him, “maybe I dreamt you”, he’s not saying it like a sarcastic a-hole, but with a bit of fear.
Basically, these two star cross lovers met once without ever truly being sure, and based their own beliefs based on this one moment. Nerds!

1997

Characters: Dean Winchester, sister!reader, OC character(s).

Words: 1060

Tagging: @daughters-and-winsisters, @evyiione, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @fabulouslycassie, @samanddeanshotsis, @delessapeace-blog, @mariairwin666 @1amluke, @saveprettydays

A/N: Hola guys! So, I started watching Riverdale the other day, and I got really inspired by the whole High School setting, so I just wanted to write something regarding that. So, that’s the explanation for this. Also, it starts out in 3rd POV, just because I was trying stuff out :)

If you want to listen to what I listened to while writing this: listen to Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood. Not that the lyrics fit with the fic, but I liked the feel of the song for this :)

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Jeremy Adams was having a normal day. Everything was like it used to. He woke up the same time as usual, he wore the same type of clothes, he had the same thing for breakfast as he always did. His feet met with the same grounds as he walked to the same building as yesterday, school. Even though there was a comfort in it, Jeremy was looking forward to college; he was ready for something new.

So, naturally, he instantly looked up from his books when something was out of the ordinary happened —  the door to the classroom opened in the middle of the first lesson. Two teenagers entered, a boy and a girl. And he had never seen them before.

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true love

Request: Running from the beast and getting attacked by the wolves and the beast comes to save her and realizing the reader is in love with him which saves him and turns him human again

warnings: violence 

a/n: I changed this request up a bit just so there was a little more context, feel free to request more beauty and the beast!


Four months.

Four months you had been prisoner at this castle.

Well you weren’t truly a prisoner.

You were free to roam the castle, you had made friends with the servants, you had even made friends with the Beast himself.

The only rules?

You can’t leave the grounds and you cannot under any circumstances enter the West Wing.

Well where’s the fun in following rules?

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Work It Out

In which Eric Bittle officially comes out to his Mama. 

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It was only hours into Christmas vacation and the Bittle Family’s quaint, sunshine yellow kitchen was already overflowing with every kind of pie-like confection imaginable. Apple. Cherry. Rhubarb. You name it, and it was probably perched on one of the many crowded windowsills.

This increased state of pie productivity was due in part to the fact that the elder Bittle had missed her son/best friend/partner in sugary crime something fierce while he was away at college, but it was mostly just because Eric himself was more nervous than he’d ever been in his whole life.

Today was the day. Today was the day he would tell her about Jack.

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Shape of You

Alright so here’s the start of a new AU!

Nesta hasn’t seen her sisters in almost a year. When she’s invited back to their lake house for a long weekend, Feyre insists she brings the boyfriend she’s told her about. The only problem is, he doesn’t exist. 

So out of desperation, her friend sets her up with Cassian. Somehow a weekend filled with fake hand holding and kisses, turns Nesta back into the girl she was before Tomas had destroyed her and the relationship she had with her sisters.



Chapter 1

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” I slammed my laptop shut as I threw my pen across the room. Of course my sisters would decide to have a start of summer weekend at the lake. And of course they would call me out for the lies I told them about the boy I met while here in the city.

It had been almost six months since I had last seen my sisters. I moved to the city as soon as I could, as soon as I found a job that would help me pay my half of the rent. I wanted out of that small town, I had to walk away before the memories, the ghosts haunted me forever. The city was my fresh start and even though neither of them understood, they let me go.

Feyre and I talked at least once a month on the phone. She kept asking me how I was doing and she told me that Tomas still asked about me. What she didn’t understand, even though I always changed the subject, was that I didn’t want to know about Tomas. I didn’t want to know about anyone in that small ass town because they were the reason why I left. The only reason I talked to Feyre was to check up on her and Elain.

They were the only family I had left. They were the only ones who mattered.

Sure I missed them. I missed my sisters, but it wasn’t enough to make me go visit home. I wasn’t homesick, I was content here in the city, in this new life I had made for myself. I loved my job at the bookstore. I loved the fact that I could walk everywhere and that things were open well into the night. But most of all I loved the fact that no one knew me. They didn’t know the secrets that had been whispered behind my back. They didn’t know how Tomas had tried to ruin me.

They didn’t know that he had almost won that war.

I read Feyre’s email again. Our lake house, the only thing our father had left to us. The lake house that had sat unused for years until we were old enough to realize the benefits of having that big house that sat right there at the water. The only reason we still owned it was because it was completely paid off. That and somehow Feyre and her fiancee were able to keep up with it.

The lake house where so many things had happened. So many things hadn’t happened too. There had been parties, there had been underage drinking. But mostly there had been tears. From me.

I pushed away those memories and looked at my computer. What was I supposed to do? I had started the lie to make my sister feel better. For her to think I wasn’t all alone out here in the city. Because she didn’t understand that I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to be with someone who hurt me, who could destroy me. Not after I had been with Tomas for so long.

But I couldn’t tell her that truth. Not when I had fed her enough lies to make this boyfriend seem real. She was happy for me, she didn’t worry about me because she thought I had someone taking care of me. I didn’t need someone to take care of me. Just like I knew Feyre didn’t need her fiancee to take care of her. But it was nice knowing she had someone steady. She had someone real after the horrors that Tamlin had dealt her.

My sisters didn’t know about Tomas. They didn’t really know much about why I wanted to leave. It had been different when our parents died. I could’ve left and they would’ve understood. But I stayed until they were finished high school and then when Feyre announced she was getting married last year I up and left. I didn’t even say goodbye I just left a letter explaining I needed to find my own way now that they were both able to take care of themselves.

I pulled my hair hard, trying to stop the tears from filling my eyes. I didn’t cry, not easily. But I got teary eyed when I was frustrated. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So what was I supposed to do? I squeezed my eyes shut and the door to my apartment opened.

“Fuck me this can’t be happening.”

“Nesta!” I jumped at Rita’s voice, “you seem agitated.”

I met my roommate Rita at the bookstore. She was leaving for another job and I said something about needing a place to stay. We hit it off right away and I didn’t hate living with her. Sure our apartment was small, smaller than the home I had shared with my two sisters. But it was ours, I paid rent and I had my own room. Rita didn’t nag me about my mess and I didn’t nag her about hers.

We were good roommates. We got along and we left each other alone when we knew the other needed space. We were friends, but we were almost roommates. We didn’t get in each other’s business unless there was a reason to. I had gotten lucky.

I groaned, "my sisters want to have a long weekend at the lake.”

“Oh fun!”

“Not when you’ve been lying about having a boyfriend. And they want you to bring him along.”

Rita laughed, “oh shit I forgot. Damn what are you going to do?”

I shook my head, “I’ll think of something.”

I leaned back in my chair and Rita watched me. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I might know someone who can help.”

“No. The last guy you introduced me to was disgusting.”

His name was Adam and he was a hipster to end all hipsters. His hair was dirty and his glasses were round. They didn’t even have frames, and he spoke in riddles. I didn’t even spend five minutes in his presence. I found an excuse to leave, I texted Rita and told her to call me, and up and left him high and dry at the coffee shop we met at.

Rita laughed, “I’m sorry okay. I thought you’d get along. But you’ll like this one. Should I have him meet you? Even if he’s not the brightest, he’s easy on the eyes.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bit my lip, was I that desperate?

“Really? Your advice is that I hire someone to be my boyfriend for the weekend?”

She shrugged as she set her bag on the counter, “it’s either that or tell them the truth, Nes. I’m not sure which is worse since you seem so opposed to letting your sisters believe you have someone in your life.”

I winced. Rita never told me what to do, she never scolded me for lying to my sisters. But I knew she was right. If I was so okay with being alone, and I swore I was, then why did I feel the need to please my little sister? I’m sure there was some therapist who would say I really wasn’t okay being alone and that some part of me wanted someone around.

But I wouldn’t believe them. Because I didn’t need anyone, I only needed myself. But I didn’t want my sisters to worry. I didn’t want them to think I left them because they were a burden. They are my sisters and I will always be there for them. But it’s my turn to have a life. It’s my turn to find where I’m supposed to be.

I looked at Rita, she was texting someone. She sat down on the couch and I looked at the picture of the three of us. The only picture I had on my desk of us when I was five and they were babies. I was always there, always taking care of them. They were my best friends, before that night drove us apart. Before that night pushed me so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t find my way back to them.

I didn’t want them to ask about it. I didn’t want them to think they needed to figure me out. If I had someone with me they would direct the attention to him. They would ask him about his life and how we met and what we did, instead of berating me with questions about why I left.

I let out a slow breath and Rita looked at me. She smiled slightly, like she already knew what I was about to say. My cheeks were red as I let the thoughts settle and I nodded my head slowly.

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth as I looked at the clock, “tell your friend to meet me at Luke’s diner in five minutes.”

“He’s already on his way. Trust me you’ll like him. He’s big and handsome,” her eyes got wide as if she had a crush on him herself, “he’s just your type.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, “if he’s a hipster I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Rita’s laugh followed me as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked down the steps, my heart pounding as I opened the door to our building. The sun was warm, the weather had already started to turn to summer. But goosebumps pricked my skin as I thought about hiring someone to lie to my family.

It wasn’t lying. It was pretending. My sister would bring her fiancee, I’m sure Elain had someone. I couldn’t remember if she told me about someone important. His name started with an L? Or maybe it was a C. She didn’t talk much whenever Feyre put her on the phone, but she told me bits and pieces of her life. Elain was the most upset when they found me gone.

I felt guilty every time she called.

But I knew with Feyre came Rhys and with Rhys came his friends. Azriel the quiet one who followed Rhys’s cousin everywhere she went. Feyre told me they were finally opening up to the idea of dating and while I was happy for them all, they were one big happy family, I knew that meant I would be the odd one out. I always was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in. The girl who stood alone and never had someone there beside her.

I wanted this weekend, now that I knew about it, to be fun. I wanted them to see me as the Nesta I always was, not the girl I had turned into after that terrible night. The night I was running from. The night I would do anything and everything to forget.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I rounded the corner and the diner came into view. I realized as I walked towards it that I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the lake and see my sisters and the family they had made for themselves. But I didn’t want to go alone.

Sue me I still had some feelings. I still had some pride I suppose.

I walked into the diner and the bell above the door sounded. Luke, the owner, stood behind the counter and smiled at me. I nodded in greeting, my eyes sweeping the tables. I knew which one was waiting for me as soon as my eyes landed on him. I stood there for a moment too long and contemplated turning around.

He was a big hulking man, his dark hair was long. He looked warm, his skin glowing in the harsh lights of the diner. His black shirt fit perfectly over his arms and his chest. He took up enough space that my eyes couldn’t wander away from them if they tried. My heart stopped, his eyes landing on me before I could make a run for it. Before I could decide this was a terrible choice and I should just tell my sisters the truth.

“Well hello sweetheart,” he stood up and half his mouth tilted in a smile. He could’ve been attractive, if he cut his hair.

I pulled my chair out, “I’m Nesta.”

He licked his lips, “you can call me Cassian,” his eyes sparkled. Like they were hiding something he was dying for me to find out.

“Right well. I take it Rita told you why I’m here.”

He coughed, “something about you being in need of a male escort to the lake this weekend.”

I winced, “a friend,” I tried wondering if I could go through with this, “to make my sisters stop asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend okay? Can you do that? Pretend?”

Amusement filled his eyes. He tried to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, but when it didn’t stop he ran his finger along his chin. He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was thinking about more than just agreeing to helping me. Hell we didn’t know each other, we had just met and I asked him to date me. Even if it was fake, even if he was helping me, this was still weird.

Me and my stupid pride. I was about to take back the offer and tell him to forget it, that I had a mental breakdown and this was all just the biggest embarrassing moment of my life.

But then Cassian nodded slowly, “you know I’m surprise you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and I know a few guys who like bossy.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow that was super helpful,” I glared at him, my hands were shaking. I shoved them under my legs as I waited to hear his answer, “you can just say no. Rita said you were single and I thought maybe you’d want a free trip to the lake for a weekend. I thought maybe…”

I stopped. I almost thought we could be friends. But I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, stopping myself form wishing for something I could never have. I didn’t let myself get close to people, not after Tomas wedged between me and my sisters. Not since that night when he destroyed all the threads of trust I had ever had.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I just said I’m surprised you aren’t taken,” he smiled then, he liked watching me squirm. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly and I saw the dark markings of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“Cassian.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “well how can I say no when you say my name like that?”

He watched me for a moment as relief flooded through me. As much as I hated this I felt better once he said he would help me. I hated having to lie because everyone thought I couldn’t handle life without Tomas. Except I broke up with him. And I moved here, far away from my family to have the life I wanted.

"What do I get for helping you?” He finally asked, his deep voice smooth as he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head on his hand. He kept staring at me and it felt like his honey brown eyes could see into my soul.

I looked down at his hands. His skin was golden, a little darker. He looked like he was carved of stone, like he could’ve been a Greek god in another lifetime. A piece of brown hair fell in his eyes and I wanted to push it back. I let out a breath. I hadn’t thought this far.

“I’ll pay you,” I finally said. I didn’t have a lot but I could do something, “it won’t be much. But you’ll get a four day weekend at the lake house. Meals and showers and everything included.”

Cassian seemed to think it over. He nodded his head, "how much?”

“$100.”

“I know I look cheap, but I won’t act like your boyfriend for a hundred dollars, Nesta.”

“$200?”

He shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

I blew out a breath, “$500. That’s my final offer.”

He reached across the table and touched my hand. His skin was warm and a spark shot down my arm. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, “well sweetheart you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snapped. My eyes narrowed.

He laughed, “well I guess we should make some ground rules.”

“The first one is no pet names. Nesta,“ I pointed at me, "Cassian. Got it?”

He sighed, “sure sweetheart.”

He wasn’t going to make this easy. I could tell as he continued to smile, his eyes lighting up as I glared at him. It was like he thought I was a challenge, like he wanted to defy everything I was saying. He licked his lips, his fingers tapping on the table as I thought through what other boundaries we needed to establish. I didn’t realize this would all happen so fast. The weekend would be here in two days and somehow I had managed to find myself a boyfriend to fill the empty role.

Feyre would love Cassian. He was everything I would never want in a boyfriend. He was the complete opposite of Tomas and I couldn’t stop letting that sway me. He was big and dark, whereas Tomas was small and light. Cassian was full of mystery, but not the kind that Tomas carried with him. Cassian seemed honorable, Tomas had just been pure evil.

I let out a slow breath and pulled my hands off the table so he wouldn’t try to touch me again. I couldn’t stop feeling that spark going down my spine. I couldn’t stop wondering why exactly I had wanted this in the first place. I shook my head and finally brought my eyes back up to his.

“Okay so I’ve got some rules. First we hold hands if someone else is in the room. No touching if we’re alone, because honestly there’s no reason for it. You’re there to make me look good. You can kiss my cheek, but nothing more. We aren’t big on public displays of affection. My sister and her fiancé are, but that’s another story,” I rolled my eyes. Feyre and Rhys could barely keep their hands off each other. I hated being stuck in a room with them.

My cheeks turned pink and my mouth went dry, “we will probably have to share a room, you sleep on the floor. We don’t share the room if the other is changing. Make sure you bring enough clothes to sleep in and a bathing suit.”

Cassian nodded, "fine. But you want this to be believable. So you’re forgetting one thing.”

“What?”

He smiled and it would’ve knocked me to my knees if I wasn’t already sitting. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the weekend alive. I had a feeling this new friend of mine was going to try and climb the walls I had built this last year. Like he thought he could break down the shell I had surrounded myself inside.

HIs brown eyes danced as he looked at me, his crooked smile in place, ”the story of how we met.“

Happy Valentine's Day!

Here’s a shippy playlist in honour of this not-so-holiday holiday. I tried finding songs that didn’t use words like “girl” or “boy” in them so whatever you ship makes sense with the song. Enjoy the playlist!

A Thousand Years // Christina Perri
Accidentally In Love // Counting Crows
Ammunition // Krewella
Armor // Landon Austin
Before You Go // Common Kings
Beside You // Marianas Trench
Cooler Than Me // Mike Posner
Crush // David Archuleta
Cupid’s Chokehold // Gym Class Heroes (main lyric is “girlfriend”; apologies!)
Down // Jay Sean
Dukes // Repartee
Find A Way // Safety Suit
For The Nights I Can’t Remember // Hedley (has “girl” in it; sorry!)
Forget About You // R5 (I think it might say “girl” in it? Can’t remember)
Hole In My Heart // Luke Friend
House Of Cards // Tyler Shaw
Hurricane // Bridgit Mendler
I Just Haven’t Met You Yet // Michael Bublé
I Won’t Give Up On Us // Jason Mraz
I’m Yours // Jason Mraz
If I Had You // Adam Lambert
If I Lose Myself // One Republic
Jet Lag // Simple Plan (guy and girl singers)
Kiss You Inside Out // Hedley (mentions of “girl”/female pronouns I think?)
Lego House // Ed Sheeran
Never Say Never // The Fray
Never Stop // Safety Suit (suggests that the other is female; sorry!) Not A Bad Thing // Justin Timberlake
Once In A Lifetime // Landon Austin
One Last Night // Jesse Labelle Ft. Nixon (can’t remember if there are girl pronouns)
One Wish // Tyler Shaw (can’t remember again)
Out Of My League // Fitz and the Tantrums
Please Don’t Go // Joel Adams
Ready Or Not // Bridgit Mendler (has “boy” in it)
Red // Tyler Ward (has “her” in it)
Sad Song // We The Kings (guy and girl singers)
Say You Like Me // We The Kings (can’t remember)
Ships In The Night // Mat Kearny
So Cold // Ben Cocks (more of a breakup/conflict ship song, mentions of cheating with another girl)
So Sick // NeYo (more of a breakup/conflict ship song, has female pronouns I’m pretty sure)
Stereo Hearts // Gym Class Heroes Ft. Maroon 5 (can’t remember)
Stop Standing There // Avril Lavigne (male pronouns I think?)
Summer Paradise // Simple Plan (female pronouns I think?)
The Only Exception // Paramore
Use Somebody // Kings of Leon
We Could Happen // AJ Rafael (female pronouns I think?)
When You’re Gone // Avril Lavigne (sad ship song; gone = breakup/death/leaving?)
Why Can’t I // Liz Phair (male pronouns I think?)
XO // The Eden Project (breakup song; has “girl” in it I’m pretty sure)
Your Man // Down With Webster (has “your man”, “girl” and idk what else)

I hope you all find a song that goes with your ship. HVD!

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt for you ! So the balloon boys are playing football/basketball at the Bakkoush's place and Sana sees them from her window so she asks if she can join and then Yousef is happy because he knows that's Sana making a move towards him and Elias is smiling because he sees that his best friend and sister are finally alright and the boys just talk about how great it was to see Even and make peace and how much they've missed him and that Sana's friends are just amazing and she's lucky

Hey!!

I hope you don’t mind but I’ve changed it a little bit in order to repeat certain scene…you’ll understand it once you read it

Hope you like it though :D 

This is set today Saturday and after 4x08

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“Guys, let’s go outside and I don’t know play basketball or something, we’ve been here for hours” Yousef told his friends

They were in the living room at the Bakkoush’s. They had been talking about filming their next Hei Briskeby video but now they were just lying on the couches and talking about random things.

“Why? We’re here chilling” Adam said yawning

“It’s a nice day outside, we can chill in the backyard” Yousef argued

“Look Yousef if you want to see if my sister is there just go by yourself, we’ll stay here” Elias said

Yousef opened his eyes in surprise, he didn’t expect Elias to see right through him that way. Was he really being that obvious?

“What? That’s not why…why would I…I don’t know what you’re talking about” Yousef stuttered

“Bro, we all saw you yesterday, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other” Elias said shaking his head

“Yeah, you were way too obvious” Mutta added

“I saw it too but I thought you were with Noora” Mikael said frowning

“Noora? No, there’s nothing between us” Yousef clarified

“But then why did you meet her? Mikael and I saw you” Adam said

“I’d like to hear an explanation for that to be honest, why were you flirting with my sister and then meeting another girl the next day?” Elias asked protectively.

“I met Noora because…”

“Because?” Elias insisted

Yousef took a deep breath, once he’d say those words there would be a never ending teasing.

“I met Noora because I needed advice on Sana” he blurted out way too quickly.

There was a silence for a few seconds until the four boys burst in laughs. Yousef closed his eyes and shook his head waiting for them to be finished

“Aww look at our boy Yousef, he’s in looooove” Adam said putting his arm around him

“I’m hurt you asked Noora for advice instead of me, bro, I thought I was your best friend” Elias said as he wiped away the tears he had got from laughing

“Whatever” Yousef said shoving off Adam’s arm and standing up “I’m out of here”

“Tell my sister I say hi!” he heard Elias saying as he left the living room.

 -x-

He bounced the ball he had found on the backyard and shoot but he didn’t score. Instead the ball hit the basket and passed by him. He sighed and turned around ready to go look for it but he froze when he saw her standing there, ball in hands. He felt his heart beating fast on his chest, his hands sweating, this was giving him flashbacks from two Saturdays ago, when he was the one with the ball on his hands and she was the surprised one.

“Hi” he managed to say

“Hi” She said passing the ball from one hand to another

“Are you going to pass me the ball?” he asked

He saw her looking at her side for a moment as if she was considering what words to use.

“Come and get it” she said smirking

So he wasn’t the only one with Saturday flashbacks then, she was clearly quoting him. He decided to follow her game

“Seriously, I’m not kidding pass me the ball” he tried to keep a straight face but how could he when Sana Bakkoush was standing in front of him smiling?.

“Seriously, I’m not kidding come and…” she made a paused and grinned at him slyly. “Nah…forget it…am I 12 or what?”

She looked at him and bit her lip waiting for his reaction. He blinked several times and opened his mouth slightly trying to figure out if it was a coincidence or if she was actually quoting one of his texts with Noora. She couldn’t know…could she?

Seeing that he was still processing her words, she started to walk towards him bouncing the ball. When only one step kept them apart she smiled at him and dodged him shooting the ball and scoring.

“1-0 Acar” she said throwing the ball at him

He grabbed it and paused for a moment to look at her. She was smiling widely at him, maybe she did know about the texts.

“Game on” he said grinning

-x-

“Are we interrupting?”

Both Sana and Yousef turned around and saw the boys standing a few meters from them. They had been playing basketball for almost an hour now.

“Uh…” Yousef started but was soon interrupted by Sana

“Yes, you are. But it’s okay, I wanted to take a break anyway, you can join us” she said leading the way to the grass where she sat.

The boys followed her and sat forming a circle. Yousef sat right in front of Sana with Adam and Mikael in one side and Mutta and Elias in the other.

“So, did you enjoy yourselves yesterday?” she asked the boys

“Yeah, your friends are really cool” Elias said

“That guy Eskild is the best” Adam said

“I met him when I stayed at Noora’s and he was…well, kind of weird but really funny” Elias nodded

“Well, I know for a fact that he liked you” Sana said chuckling

“Ohhhh, Elias you’re a heartbreaker” Mutta teased him, soon joined by the rest of the boys.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I like Noora better” Elias said rolling his eyes

“You have competition now that William is back, brother” Sana said

“What’s the deal with them anyway?” he asked

“Long story…but hey…how were things with…Even?” Sana asked hesitantly. “You looked okay yesterday”

“They’re great” Adam said nodding

“Yeah, we talked about everything and things are cool” Elias added

“And Isak and his friends are really nice. They apologized we apologized and everything is chill now” Mikael said

Sana smiled at them happily

“I’m really glad to hear that, he really missed you guys”

“We missed him too” Yousef said

“So what about you, sis? Did you have fun yesterday?”

“Oh yes, I danced with my friends, I sang, I…I actually had a very interesting conversation with Noora.” She said directing her eyes straight at Yousef.

He looked at her, she had an amused smile on her face. Yousef laughed awkwardly and blushed. She knew, she definitely knew.

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So second fic of the day done!

I’ll try to write another one set on Monday before the day ends :)

Hope you’ve liked this one

Thank you so much for reading!!♥♥♥

anonymous asked:

Pynch / come over here and make me

“Parrish!” Ronan called from the bedroom. 

Adam sighed, tapping Gansey twice on the knee, making him look up from his journal. “Do you mind?” he asked, looking at his friend. 

Gansey briefly met his eyes, his hair wild today.  He hadn’t caught a moment of sleep and was a little more wild than usual today. “Go, go.” he waved his hand in dismissal. “I don’t feel like watching Ronan drag you out of here.”

Adam smiled and bumped knuckles with Gansey. “Tell me if you need me.”

Gansey smiled lightly and nodded, returning to his journal, moving his hand up and down the lines and pictures of the now dead king he had once dreamed of finding. It was a strangely sad thing for Adam to watch him do, but Adam didn’t want Gansey to be alone when he remembered. 

Adam crossed the hallway and went over to Ronan’s bedroom, not bothering to knock. He had lost that habit long ago. 

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Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

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“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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Not Strong Enough (Adam Cole One Shot)

Originally posted by wrestlingsmarkmatty

This one is for @bizclizbaybay <3 I hope you like it!!!

The reader is the younger sister of the Young Bucks and Adam falls for her. Inspired by “Not Strong Enough” by Apocalyptica.

Sexy times with baybay ahead

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