they just make out in her house during the day

I wouldn’t be sure of that (Connor Murphy x reader smut!)

Hiii! I am back and with some good old smut! Thank you again for the response on my first post, it means so much to me!!! Also I got some amazing requests that I will start working on! Keep sending them in! Also there are some random parts about horses and cults, so just be warned hahaha.

Requested: nope
Words: 2,642
Warnings: smut!!! And some swearing. Also I forgot to write in protection :P, but if you don’t have protection no horizontal hula!

Sixth period was the definition of boring. The AP US History class was so dull that you had turned to contemplating how many horses it would take to make a horse cult. What was a horse cult? You had no idea, but you were dedicated to finding out during the hell which was called AP History. The only thing you had to look forward to was ‘Spa Day’, or ‘Spa Afternoon,’ with your friends. The monthly tradition was created after your friend Zoe had an unfortunate accident plucking her eyebrows. Let’s just say nobody looks good without eyebrows.
After that fateful day you, Zoe, and newfound friend Alana vowed that each month you would all spend time “treating yourselves.” This wonderful tradition switched between the three girl’s houses, and no matter where you were you always managed to laugh the night away, create weird face masks, and leave embarrassing texts to people you were too scared to talk to. This current month signaled that the sleepover would occur at the Murphy’s house, and although her parents were nice it meant running the risk of bumping into Connor. You didn’t have preconceived notions that other people had regarding Connor, but that was just problem. He fascinated you beyond anyone or anything, even more than horse cults. The lanky boy that kept his door closed at all times made you want to be brave, or at least brave enough to talk to him more in depth than you usually had.

You had known Zoe for around a year after changing high schools, and you had become instant friends. Alana had started helping you with your Spanish homework and soon enough all three of you would spend your lunches together filling out quizzes in teen magazines, and confiding in each other. Throughout your year long friendship, you had surprisingly spoken to Connor many times. When the school hallways became too overwhelming you would often wander into the school’s library and sit next to Connor. At first, he was hesitant to talk to you, fearing you were just another mean girl at school, but after some time it seemed as if he actually liked your presence, and that talking to you wasn’t that bad. This small friendship created between the two of you always seemed to sway on the line of flirtation, but no matter how many times you hinted to him that you liked him it always went right over his head. To say that it was frustrating would be the understatement of the year, and you couldn’t just bring it up with Zoe. Sure she was probably your best friend, but why bring anything up if all Connor saw you as was some friend.

“Connor’s going to have to drive us back home today,” Zoe said as you all stood by Alana’s locker while she put away a book.
“Wait, why?” you asked while fidgeting with the strap on your backpack.
“My mom’s with my aunt today so Connor drove me to school. Don’t worry though he promised me not to be 100% embarrassing,” she answered while reapplying her lip gloss. The three of you started walking towards the front doors of the school which seemed absurdly large.
“It doesn’t matter how we get there, besides I bet he wouldn’t mind if we started talking in the car, right Zoe?” piped in Alana.
“If that’s what you’re worried about y/n,” Zoe spoke as she slung her arm around you, “it won’t stop us from gossiping. Connor’s used to tuning me out so you can still spill all your secrets.” Alana and Zoe laughed, while your nervous laughter blended in. Together you walked to the school parking lot and looked for the familiar silver minivan that you were used to Zoe’s mom driving. Instead of Zoe’s mom you were used to, you saw Connor leaning against the minivan the family lovingly called “The Beast.” The three of you giggled at the unusual sight, but while Alana and Zoe might have been giggling about how funny it was, you were because of how good Connor looked. He wore his usual black shirt and jeans, but you could see bright yellow socks peeking out from under his jeans.
“Uhmm y/n?” Zoe asked laughing.
“Oh! Sorry I just kind of zoned for a minute,” Zoe looked at you with a slight smirk but didn’t say anything else as you all got in the car. You sat in the front seat, but only because you got motion sick and nobody wanted you to puke all over the car…again. As soon as Connor started the car Alana started talking a million miles a minute about somebody in here math class who she seemingly liked. You chimed in a few times, but mostly listened and tried to look at Connor without seeming like a stalker. The conversation then shifted to you, forcing you to be pulled back to reality.
“What about Shawn? He’s cute, and totally into you!” Alana said shaking her head.
“Shawn? I guess he’s cute, but I don’t like him like that at all,” you replied glancing over at Connor who was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had turned white, or at least whiter. His eyes were intense and he was staring at the road as if he had a personal vendetta against it.
“Will you all just shut the fuck up?!” Connor yelled. The car went silent as Alana and Zoe looked at each other in surprise. You on the other hand just stared at Connor.
“Are you okay?” you asked quietly. He didn’t respond and instead turned the music in the car up. You quickly glanced in the back seat where Zoe shrugged at you, while Alana tried not to laugh.
“Sorry,” she said between giggles, “I laugh in stressful situations.” And with that, the rest of the car ride was filled with Alana laughing on and off and some Bruce Springsteen.

After what felt like hours you arrived at the Murphy house. Zoe, Alana, and you all jumped out of the car and ran upstairs to Zoe’s room where you immediately started painting each other’s nails and failed at Pinterest hacks. Eventually, the sun went down and you all changed into pajamas. By 10’oclock Alana had crashed in her sleeping bag and was snoring what would be an obnoxious amount if you didn’t love her so much. Zoe on the other hand had a habit of saying she wouldn’t fall asleep early, but once again by 10:30 pm she was sound asleep on her bed. Although this might be annoying to others you didn’t really mind since they seemed like they needed sleep, and you never really fell asleep until much later in the night. Tonight seemed like one of those nights where falling asleep seemed impossible, so you decided to wash your face again, hoping that maybe the hot water on your face would make you sleepy. On the way to the bathroom, in what was a very dark hall, you started thinking about horse cults again , and if that could actually be a thing. Not even realizing where you were walking you opened the door at the end of the hallway, but the bathroom wasn’t there. Instead, you open the door to find a dimly lit room with Connor sitting at the end of his bed reading.
“What are you doing y/n?” Connor asked looking up at you with confusion written all over his face.
“This isn’t the bathroom,” you said trying to laugh it off, “I’m sorry about that. I guess the dark really turned me around.” You smiled at Connor before realizing you were awkwardly standing in his doorway in very short pajama shorts and a tank top with no bra on.
“I guess I’ll be leaving now. I don’t want to bother you or anyth-,”
“You can stay if you want, but I’m guessing that would annoy Zoe so…”
“She’s asleep,” you said quickly, “I mean her and Alana already fell asleep and I have trouble sleeping, so thanks.” You silently cursed at yourself for seeming so desperate, but Connor didn’t seem to mind so you made your way into his room. Connor scooted over on his bed to make space for you. As you sat down you took in what was happening. You were in Connor’s room. Connor. The boy who you’ve silently liked for months, and now you were sitting on his bed.
“So,” Connor said as he pulled his hair up into a bun, “you don’t like that Shawn guy?”
“What?  My gosh no. Why?” you asked aloud.
“I guess I was just wondering since he likes you apparently and Alana seems to think you two would be good together or some shit like that.” Now it was Connor’s turn to silently curse at himself.
“Well he’s okay, but I’m kind of into someone else, but that’s a little hopeless,” you answered trying not to look Connor in the eyes.
“Hopeless?” Connor said as he slowly scooted closer to you.
“He doesn’t like me like that,” you answered, actually looking at Connor this time. Your eyes flickered from his lips back to his eyes, and you were quickly aware that you were so close you could kiss him.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Connor answered. In a single swoop he moved his mouth to yours and the heat that radiated off of him connected you together. With your lips connected you felt as if the two of you turned into one. All the anxiety of not knowing if you felt the same way slipped away as the rush of your soft lips against his own hit him. The intensity of kissing each other was more than both of you had thought possible, and the way you felt against him was something so incredible that Connor thought no words in the English language could explain it. Maybe it was the passion of the kiss, or maybe it was how intoxicating Connor was, but you wanted more. No, you needed more. With the thrill of Connor’s lips on your own you started to slowly, almost painfully drag Connor’s shirt off. Connor wasn’t as patient as you were and quickly pulled his shirt off lacking any form of grace. You lightly laughed in response but were quickly brought back by the sight of Connor in front of you. He was all you had ever wanted and there he was, with lanky arms, milky white skin, small tufts of chest hair, and he was absolutely stunning.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Connor asked with a slight quiver in his voice. You nodded in response as his cold fingers brushed against your sides as he pulled your shirt over your head. Connor took a moment to admire you and every line on your body. You wrapped your arms back around Connor’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing his hands up to your breasts. His hands were cold, but soft and gentle. You pushed your body against his this time, wanted to be closer to him. A low groan tumbled out of his mouth as you moved to straddle him. Your hands tugged at the hair in his bun, and he bucked forward bringing moans from both of your mouths this time. You quickly pulled away and gently tugged at his pajama pants. In a fluid motion, he flipped you so you were on your back and his arms on either side of you, seemingly protecting you from the outside world.
“Are you sure you want to?” Connor asked before going back to your lips.
“100% sure,” you replied smiling up at him.
“I’ve never really you know…uhmm…I don’t have experience,” he said trying to look you in the eyes.
“I don’t care, and we don’t have to do anything,” you said as you pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ears.
“I fucking want to, I just wanted you to know,” and with that he brought his lips back to yours. It felt as if all the oxygen was brought back to your body. Suddenly it felt as if there were too many clothes on. You started pulling down his pajama pants and Connor helped as swiftly pull them off and kick them to the floor. With his length free he tugged on your pants. You desperately kicked them off and Connor laughed. Expecting Connor to bring his lips back to yours you closed your eyes. Instead, you felt him slowly kiss down your stomach. Your breath hitched as he got closer and closer to where you felt your heat radiating. With his eyes looking at you he made his way to your core. You gasped and felt yourself grab at the sheets.
“I t-t-thought you said you had n-no experience,” you breathed out.
“There’s a thing called the internet.”
“Thank you internet,” you laughed, “as much fun as this is, I want you…now.” With that permission he brought himself back to you, hovering as you stroked his shaft.
“I’d stop that now if I were you, if you ‘want me’,” he said with a shaky voice. You slightly laughed and brought your lips to his once more. The feeling of him on top of you made you feel safe and at home, nothing nerve racking about it, instead it felt right. Connor positioned himself and slowly entered you. Moans slipped from your mouth and you could feel Connor shudder. Even in the moment of so much intimacy you couldn’t help but look at Connor. His eyes squeezed shut, hair tumbling out of the bun, the bucking of his hips that made you believe that there is heaven on earth. With each movement of Connor’s hips against you more and more pleasure surrounded you, and the noises coming from Connor’s mouth were enough to bring you to the edge. With the final thrusts Connor gave, you felt as if your body were on a high, and you knew Connor’s was too with his climax.
“My gosh,” he panted, “I think now would be an okay time to say that I like you a lot, shit maybe even love you.”
You laughed at Connor’s words, while he dramatically flopped down on the bed next to you.
“I like you a lot too. Hell I know I love you,” you spoke as you moved your head onto Connor’s chest.
“Good because I was trying to seem cool. I know I love you too.” And with that Connor put his arms around your bare body.
“I’m happy we’re on the same page.” You sat up and Connor tried to grab you in his arms.
“I’m only putting my pajamas back on so we don’t scar Zoe,” you said trying to find your clothes in the dim light.
“Well, I found my shorts.”
“Just take my shirt and throw me my pants.” You made your way back to Connor’s bed, half dressed. You got back in his bed and he enveloped you in his arms.
“So I guess we’ll have to tell Zoe,” you said with a nervous tinge in your voice.
“I don’t think she’ll mind, she’ll just be happy to see you more.” With that you nuzzled your head on his bare chest.
“Can I ask you something Connor?”
“Anything, I mean you’ve seen me naked, so anything.”
“If horses had cults what do you think they would do?”
“What the fuck?”


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Jason wanted you to know.

He wanted you to know how badly he wanted you to be in his arms every single time you meet him for coffee.

He wanted you to know how you’re the only person that’s keeping him in Rosewood.

Most importantly, he wanted you to know that he loves you.

It all started when you sympathized with him after Alison’s funeral was held. Sure, he initially thought it was a kind gesture from one of Alison’s close friends but as time gradually passed, he knew more about you and his feelings towards you started to grow deeper.

You were nothing like Alison. Heck, he could never understand why you hung out with her. You were genuine and sincere towards others while she was just, well, fake.

You would drop by his house every single day to make sure he was coping well with Alison’s death.

You would have long phone conversations with him to talk about how your day went and laugh at your futile attempts to excuse yourself from gym lessons.  

He would always offer to buy you coffee as an excuse to see you.

He would always tell you about Coach Fulton’s embarrassing moments during his time in High School to overcome your fear for gym lessons.

Then there was a problem. He wasn’t quite sure whether you felt the same way about him.

Whenever he chanced upon you chilling with your friends at the Grille, you wouldn’t even bother to look at him. Then your friends would laugh and look towards his direction. When he asked you about it at a later time, you would brush it off.

That was when he started to think that maybe the feelings weren’t mutual at all. What if all of this was just a big joke to entertain yourself? That was what Alison would always do.

As much as he wanted to tell you how much you meant to him, he couldn’t. He would rather this situation continue than find out that you and your friends were messing with him.

But he had no idea that dropping by his house every single day to make sure he was coping well with Alison’s death was an excuse for you to see him.

He also had no idea that your friends were laughing at him because they would always tease you about having beautiful babies with him. You couldn’t look at him because he would have seen your red, flushed face.

And he definitely had no idea that you feel the same way towards him, if not stronger.

All along, you were just waiting for him to confess because you weren’t quite sure of his feelings towards you too.

Dating Remus Lupin Would Include

Request: (Anonymous) Hello ! Can you do a “dating would include” with Remus and a Hufflepuff ? I love your work by the way, keep going ! 😊

Remus Lupin x Hufflepuff Reader


  • Meeting when you both become prefects in your fifth year
  • Thinking he was like James and Sirius - the known bad boys in school - but being totally wrong
  • Patrolling the halls together
  • Him showing you the Marauders map and taking secret passageways to banned hallways
  • Him realising that Hufflepuffs can be sneaky too
  • Being able to be yourself with him
  • The other Marauders loving you because you made Remus really happy
  • Him not immediately telling you about being a werewolf and constantly being worried about why he has new scars 
  • Your friends telling you to forget about him because he was obviously hiding things from you
  • But you had faith that he would tell you when he found the right time
  • When he finally comes clean he breaks down claiming that he thought that you wouldn’t like him once you knew
  • But he was obviously wrong
  • And from that day on you were know as Mrs Moony by the Marauders
  • Wearing his oversized sweaters
  • Cuddling ALL the time
  • Like whether that being in either common rooms, the library, in class or during meals
  • Just all the time
  • The Marauders knowing it was serious between you two when they found out that he lent you all his treasured classic novels
  • McGonagall treating you as if you were one of her own
  • Him writing you sappy poems about how much he loves you
  • Getting the house elves to make him his favourite meals just prior to and just after the full moon
  • Drawing letters onto your back with his finger and you having to guess which letter it is
  • Nose kisses
  • Reading him his favourite books in the shrieking shack to comfort him
  • Him just looking at you all the time
  • Like he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you
  • “Why are you looking at me like that?”
  • “You’re just so beautiful”
  • Spending lazy days just curled up on his bed
  • Him being overly excited to recommend you the newest book he has fallen in love with
  • Him bringing you flowers and chocolate when you had your period
  • Not a lot of PDA but a shit ton of hand holding
  • Being really good friends with Lily when she starts dating James
  • Having basically no money when leaving Hogwarts but getting a tiny apartment together where the heating wouldn’t work properly so you would have to snuggle together to keep warm
  • Remus finding it difficult to find work so you would have to work full time as a Healer at St Mungo’s
  • That straining your relationship as you didn’t get to see much of each other
  • Practically begging Dumbledore to give Remus a job as a Professor and you a job as a matron in the Hospital wing
  • Him gladly accepting
  • Remus proposing to you at the reception of Lily and James’ wedding
  • And feeling bad because you took the spotlight away from Lily on her big day
  • But her telling you that she helped Remus pick out the ring and organised for him to do it then
  • Being an honourary godmother of Harry
  • And let’s just pretend Lily and James had a daughter (I like to think they’d keep with the flower theme and call her Daisy) and you and Remus would be her godfather and godmother
  • Having a small wedding in a garden filled with roses and Remus crying when he sees you walking down the aisle

anonymous asked:

Okay so let's pretend that the RFA were able to talk to their respective MC in a language besides Korean so they've been assuming for the longest time ever that MC can't speak Korean. One day, they come home and hear her singing a song creepily in Korean and once they find her she's just laughing her ass off. How would the RFA react? I'm sorry I just have a sudden urge to see someone write this if your requests aren't open feel free to disregard this~

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long omfg ;A; But I hope I got what you were talking about??? ~Admin 404


               -Since you didn’t start out speaking Korean in the chatroom, he just assumed you couldn’t


               -After the two of you got close, he came home early from his classes one day- not knowing you were in your shared home

               -He was in the middle of changing, shirt halfway over his head, when he noticed singing?

               -It was a standard Korean lullaby, but it was being sung quiet and very slowly


               -Tried to run out of the house, thinking it was a ghost, but ran into the wall- resulting in him falling on his ass

               -You pull the shirt off his head, asking if he was alright

               -“MC WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE, THERE’S A GHOST!!!! A G H O S T!!!”

               -He’s up on his feet, trying to drag you out of the house yoosung what about your shirt

               -“A ghost? What do you mean? What makes you say that?”

               -“I just heard someone sing this lullaby all slow and creepy and we just, WE GOTTA GO”

               -Super confused when you bust out laughing

               -omg you weren’t laughing at the fact he had no shirt on, were you???

               -“That wasn’t a ghost, I was singing!”

               -One second, two seconds, three seconds…. ding! Light bulb!

               -“You learned a Korean lullaby? When did you do that?”

               -“Uh, years ago. When I learned Korean. Didn’t you know that?

               -when you fuckin’ WHAT

               -He is completely mindblown to find out you speak Korean??

               -Though now he’s really embarrassed about just assuming you didn’t know the language

               -Super happy to talk in either language, it makes him feel cool tbh

               -is completely pissed off when he finds out you sent a video of him running into the wall to saeyoung


               -He always asks for an extra copy of his scripts in *insert mc native language here* so you can practice with him!!

               -You never understood why he did that, maybe he was just trying to be nice?

               -But he always did that with you? With everything?

               -Any DVD’s, CD’s, absolutely anything he brings home is in your native language

               -Does he think you’re more comfortable that way?

               -Obviously, you appreciate it but it’s kind of like…..

               -There’s no need to go so out of his way to do all of that for you!

               -One day, you were taking a shower and decided to sing one of the songs from his most recent play

               -You love Zen and love that he’s happy with his career but god daMN THAT SONG IS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU ARE BEYOND DONE WITH IT

               -So you made fun of it by singing ridiculously, trying different voices, tones, anything you can think of

               -All of a sudden, the bathroom door is thrown open, slamming against the wall


               -You just poke your head out of the shower to stare at him, watching as he starts to talk to himself about how beautiful his voice must for you to have learned it so quickly

               -“Do you know the meaning??? I can give you a word by word translation!! Do you want that? DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT?”

               -“No? I mean, yeah… You play it all the time… because you’re learning it but I know the words on my own, thanks sweetheart”

               -You??? Knew what the words meant??

               -He just kind of stares at you in disbelief before you roll your eyes and return to taking your shower

               -“Zen? Why are you still here? Go aw-” “YOU CAN SPEAK KOREAN”

               -You sigh and agree that yes, you can speak Korean, and you’ve been able to this whole time

               -He starts crying??? What in the world???

               -“I CANNOT BELIEVE I DIDN’T KNOW THIS ABOUT MY LOVE! I’M A TERRIBLE MAN, DON’T LOOK AT ME, MC!” not looking at you anyway, zen, tryna shower here

               -“Save the drama for your play later, sweetheart. It’s alright, I just never said anything about knowing another language”

               -Literally spent most of the rest of the day just pouting and feeling terrible that he never knew. You have to comfort him often because it was something neither of you ever really brought up way to go mc ya broke ya boyfriend


               -After working for Jumin for so long, she’s unfortunately learned to assume if you look foreign, you might not speak other languages

               -So she’s already assumed you speak only your native language, so she automatically accommodates to your needs

               -Though you…. don’t need it??

               -You figured that she wanted to make things easier for you, which you appreciated, but you wanted to make things easy for her too!!

               -What’s funny is that you’ve talked to her late at night, after she’s been up for days, in Korean so that it’s easier for her mind to process what you ask

               -Did she pick up on it? Not at all. poor tired bby, someone help her

               -So despite the fact that you leave notes for her written in Korean, she just… hasn’t…. noticed?

               -Because she still talks to you in your native tongue

               -Seriously, you’ve tried everything to make it blatantly obvious that you could speak Korean

               -The easiest way to tell her that, ‘hey, i don’t need you to translate convos for me, i promise’ is to just straight up tell her

               -Except you didn’t get a chance to?

               -You were sweeping the house one day, belting out one of Zen’s songs from his latest musical

               -Getting into it, you dance with the broom, dipping it dramatically

               -During your dip though, you look up to find Jaehee standing in the doorway, at a loss for words

               -“Oh… so.. you really do speak Korean.. I wasn’t going crazy, then”


               -“I, um, I apologize for just assuming that you-”

               -You cut her off when you pulled her into a quick dance around the living room, singing the previous song all over again

               -With a swift motion, you dipped her like you did the broom

               -A quick peck to her lips sent her over the edge and she burst into giggles

               -“You’re a much better dance partner than the broom” you tell her in Korean, with a wiggle of your eyebrows

               -She pushes you away from her and laughs as she leaves the room, calling over her shoulder

               -“Maybe you should learn a few more songs there, MC”


               -Also guilty of just assuming you only spoke your native language

               -Also never bothered to ask

               -You don’t even bother to tell him though because you’re lowkey salty about it

               -Like??? He didn’t even ask???

               -You love him and all, but it’s been… how long? And he never even bothered to asK YOU IF YOU KNEW HIS LANGUAGE

               - damn mister trustfund kid

               -But it’s actually really funny because he talks to Elizabeth in Korean

               -So he thinks you don’t know how much he’s praising her, or baby-talking her

               -But you KNOW

               -And you’re left wondering why he doesn’t talk to you like that sometimes

               - god damn cat getting all the attention (kiDDING I LOVE U ELLY)

               -But let’s be honest, you love her just as much and do the same exact thing

               -In fact, you love to sing to her! And she loves it too!

               -She turns into a freaking motor box when you sing, she loves it soo much

               -So you sing to her every day, it makes her happy, makes you happy, everyone is happy

               -One day, you were singing to her, but Jumin actually came home early??

               -So he heard you singing too, and just sat down quietly next to you

               -Waited patiently until you finished the song before speaking

               -“So, you sing to Elizabeth?”

               -“Every day, sweetheart! You just happened to catch the show”

               -Immediately thought about asking Saeyoung to install some hidden microphone or something to capture you singing every day

               - that isnt creepy at all, dude

               -With a slight tilt of his head, he looked at you, eyes full of question

               -You had to fight the urge to kiss his cute little face, but it was worth it

               -“So, MC? You can speak Korean? Not just *insert native language here*?”

               -You nodded in agreement, looking down at Elly, petting her with a smile on your face

               -“I’ve known this whole time… *pulls Elly up to face* But SOMEBODY *kisses Elly’s nose* Never bothered asking. Did he? No, no he didn’t! He didn’t, did he Elizabeth??”

               -You shot him a side glare, watching as his face twisted into slight embarrassment and back to a playful one before getting up to leave the room

               -“It’s okay, MC. I’ll test out how well you can pronounce those Korean words later tonight.”


               -He loVED your aCCENT

               -So he spoke to you in your native language just so he could hear it

               -Did he know you could speak Korean?

               -Yeah probably

               -DID HE CARE? I’m hearing “no”

               -Did he remember, a long time later, that you could speak Korean?

               -Again, I am going with no

               -He’s always thinking about god knows what all the damn time so it isn’t surprising that he forgot you spoke Korean all together

               -In fact, you were hoping he did forget you spoke Korean, or your new plan wouldn’t work out how you wanted it to

               -You see, you and Saeyoung like to prank each other like crazy, but his last one really irked you

               -(I mean come on??? Who in the world thinks it’s funny to sneak a permanent marker into your pants pocket when you do laundry??? That rUINS YOUR CLOTHES)

               -So, you decided that revenge was in order, and you wanted nothing more than to scare him to death

               -After a long set up with a creepy life-size doll trapped to an rc car, a couple of speakers hidden, and a ton of hidden cameras, you were ready for him to come home

               -When he got into the room and noticed the girl standing in the corner, he immediately noped the hell out and tried leaving

               -But you locked the door! There is no escaping sweet revenge!

               -You started to sing little kids nursery rhymes through a microphone, it coming through the hidden speakers broken and ominous


               -So you kept singing, stopping only to ask him to come play, in child-like voice


               -You decided to chase him around with the doll, using the wireless controller from the other room

               -You didn’t know he could scream in such a high pitch, I swear to god, dogs from around the world could hear it

               -He was getting out of that room, then and there. He broke down the door. Ran down the hallway and heard you laughing from another room

               -He didn’t even think about why you were laughing, he just jumped onto your lap, and latched onto you, hugging tight and burying his face against you


               -But you couldn’t even reply- you were laughing too hard. He looked around and saw your set up of monitors, wireless controller, and microphone

               -He looked up at you with a ton of mixed emotions

               -First of all he was still a little freaked out?? But he was also kinda pissed off that you scared the hell out of him! But he’s also in awe that you set all this up… and so in love with how hard you’re laughing…

               -HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO F E E L

               -Takes a second to think about the situation and suddenly remembers


               -You give him an innocent smile, but based on the look he gave you once he stood up and walked away

               -He was probably going to use that fact against you for his revenge prank, and you weren’t positive you wanted to know what that was going to be


               -Off the bat, he asks which language you’re more comfortable speaking in

               -When you said your own native language, he understood, and tried his best to accommodate for you!

               -Ever since then he’s always making sure he can translate things for you, whether it be signs or casual conversation

               -You knew Korean but didn’t know if you were a strong enough speaker, which is why you initially told him you were comfortable with your first language

               -So, you secretly were testing out your language skills every time the two of you went out!

               -When he translated for you and you had gotten it right in your head, you were so excited!

               -But he didn’t know that ’s what you were doing??

               -He just always saw you light up and smile softly to yourself and it made him weAK

               -Was it because he was translating for you??

               -Didn’t know exactly, but was definitely going to keep doing whatever he was doing because that loOK

               -IT WAS SOOO PRECIOUS

               -But he felt bad that he couldn’t go shopping with you one day because he had some people he had to see

               -What if you couldn’t read the signs?? What if you couldn’t talk to the people?? WhAt If-

               -So he tried to make his meetings go as quickly as possible without being rude

               -And he ran to meet you at your favourite coffee shop, where he knew you’d stop first!

               -As he walked up behind you, getting ready to surprise you and order for you, he took a step back when he heard you ordering perfectly fine in Korean

               -You even made small talk with the barista! In perfect Korean!

               -When you turned around with your coffee, he stared at you in surprise, but he scared the shit out of you! You almost dropped your coffee!

               -“V! Hey! You scared me…. I thought you had to go meet a few people? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

               -You asked. In perfect Korean. Why did you doubt your language skills??

               -“I thought you only knew *your native language of choice*? So I haven’t needed to translate for you this whole time?”

               -You could see the disappointment in his eyes as you quickly shook your head (and hands) in embarrassment

               -“No no no no, you asked me in the beginning if I was more comfortable with my native language, which I am! I know Korean but I was afraid about getting something wrong, so I really appreciated all of your translations! They help me make sure I’m learning and getting it all right!”

               -Explaining it to him was definitely the smart move because you watched as he went from sad puppy to ecstatic pup knowing that he was able to help you learn new things and solidify what you already knew!

               -From then on, he always tries to let you figure it out first, then help you if you need it!

               -Was he embarrassed that he always translated when you didn’t need it? Yes

               -Did he get over it quickly? Also yes. He’s a precious tol bean. He is alright with this revelation.


               -Also knew from the start that you knew Korean

               -He talked to you from the beginning in Korean so he knew afterwards that you’d know

               -Not like you all of a sudden lost your knowledge on a full language….right?

               -That being said he just plain refuses to let you pretend like you can’t speak him language

               -Every time you try to talk to him in your native language he just kind of looks at you with absolutely no emotion

               -“Hi, MC, speak in a language I know please, thanks”

               -Like seriously

               -This man does not let you have any fun with it at all

               -You even tried to fake some sort of amnesia, too

               -To like, pretend you forgot how to speak Korean so he’d have to talk to you in your native language

               -Did it work? No

               -He just stared at you like you were stupid

               -He’s such a jERK


               -You even try to mess with him in public

               -You ask him to order some food for you, asking him in your native language

               -The cashier is confused but Saeran just stares at you

               -He completely understands what you say, despite pretending that he doesn’t

               -Turns back to the cashier and tells them that you’re getting nothing


               -Until the day he slips up and responds to a question you ask him in your language

               -You celebrate, including a victory dance

               -He just curses at himself for messing up and letting you win

               -Though he does think it’s really cute that you’re this excited about winning

               -Maybe he should let you win more often thAT WONT HAPPEN

First there was Lumberjack Cassian... Get ready for: Fisherman Azriel


• Think of how great he would be with knots and ropes. Elain finds out how talented in quite a pleasurable way.

• Elain, his lighthouse keeper. The light that guides him home.

• Azriel’s arms being faaaaantastic from working on the boat. You can see them through any sweater or shirt he wears.

• Not to mention the fact that sailors are famous for being tattooed. He has plenty. Elain has one, a small knot around the third finger of her left hand.

• When he’s away, Elain will send him messages in bottles. Hoping they’ll find their way to him.

• As he tows himself in, she’ll wait outside on a bench that Cassian had made for them as a wedding gift, making chains of daisies as she’s impatient to welcome him home. To kiss him, to help wash away the smell of the ocean, feed him dinner, then wrap her legs around him and show him just how much she missed him.

• Consider these lyrics for Elriel:

“I will live my life as a fisherman’s wife on an island in the blue bay
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea
And close to my heart he’ll always stay

I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and Nelly and Faye
While I’m combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay”

• Azriel holding Elain in their hammock outside as they listen to the night time waves crashing on the rocks. Humming sea shanties as she falls asleep in his arms.

• On cold windy nights when the power shuts off, they huddle by the fire (with wood supplied by Cassian, of course) and he’ll tell her tales of the sea. Ghost stories, love stories. Azriel loves seeing Elain’s animated reactions, so he’ll go on for hours.

• During the summer, they’ll make a tent from bedsheets to camp in just outside their house. His latest catch cooking on the fire as she roasts marshmallows.

• Elain spends most of her days in the greenhouse that he and his brothers built for her.

• Every weekend they borrow Cassian’s truck to drive into town and take their goods to market. Though their fish and herbs and vegetables are top quality, it’s their charm and smiles that have them sold out by the afternoon.
- They spend the rest of the afternoon walking hand in hand, eating the onion bagel sandwiches (his favorite) that Elain had made from scratch, as well as dates and figs they purchased from other sellers.
- When the sun sets and the musicians come out to play, Azriel takes the bag from Elain’s arm and sets it on a nearby bench.
Extending his hand, which she takes, he spins her into a dance. They sway under the trees and streetlights as they both bask in how happy they are to have found each other.

• The Gardener and The Fisherman.
- “They loved with a love that was more than love in their kingdom by the sea…”

imanangelinalandofabominations  asked:

Hey :) tell me your dadstiel headcanons

Oh my god you have woken the wrong bear for this one.

- First off, they’d fall in love with little Mary the second their eyes land on her. 

- They’d spend an entire afternoon debating who gets to be ‘Papa’ and who was gets to be ‘Daddy’. 

- (Cas ends up being Papa)

- Dean would be the one panicking over whether they have enough diapers and oh my god Cas what if she doesn’t like the formula? And Cas would just pick out the cheapest of everything, and he ends up being banned from going to the store alone.

- Castiel would insist on reading her a bedtime story every night, but then turn around and make Dean read it because she likes your voice better, Dean, you know all she does is cry when I try and do it.

- Cas starts playing classical music during the day to ‘enhance Mary’s brain development’, but then one day Dean puts in one of his Rush tapes, and then the battle of the music begins.

- (Dean wins)

- Sam ends up cooing over her the most, and honestly it should annoy the hell out of Dean but it doesn’t.

- Dean special-orders Mary some little Metallica t-shirts. Cas only buys the cute animal ones. The bumblebee pajamas are his favorite.

- They have time slots for who goes and takes care of the crying baby at night. Mary only cries when it’s Dean’s turn, even after he switches times with his husband.

- When it’s time to send their daughter off to school, Cas is the one that frets over making sure she’s completely prepared, packing her two extra lunches along with enough tissues to wipe the asses of an entire family for a week. Dean just goes with it, letting Cas pick out everything.

- But Dean is the one who cries and sits in his car around the block, waiting for his little girl to finish her first day of preschool.

- Cas joins the PTA and he becomes the bane of their existence.

- No Helen, I am in charge of the bake sale because my husband can at least cook a batch of brownies without burning them!

- Even though he’s married, Cas attracts the attention of every single mother that goes to the meetings.

- When Mary gets older, they start hosting the most lavish birthday parties in the entire state of Kansas.

- (They get a fucking clown.)

- (Uncle Sam doesn’t show up to that party.)

- When Mary asks where her momma is, Cas just points at Dean, who’s cooking their dinner. It earns the blue-eyed man a slap to the side of the head and a little something extra in bed that night.

- Mary ends up being friends with Helen’s little gremlin. Cas and Helen get into passive-aggressive matches whenever she comes to drop off Jeffrey.

- In fourth grade, Mary gets a ‘boyfriend’ and Dean freaks out and drives to Sam’s house. He ends up crying in his car, again.

- Cas has to convince Dean not to get their daughter a .44 for her twelfth birthday. 

- (Sam ends up getting her one anyways.)

- Uncle Moose breaks in during the middle of the night for some milk and is nearly decapitated by Cas. Dean has a panic attack, and Mary won’t stop crying. 

- They take her to the shooting range the next day, just to make sure she knows how to fire her weapon. Anything could happen, Dean said on repeat on the drive there.

- Cas gets her a stuffed animal every year and Mary pretends like it’s not the most important part of every Christmas they celebrate.

- When Mary turns out to like One Direction, Dean is devastated.

- (He gets her backstage passes to a concert 200 miles away.)

- When Mary turns out to like a completely black-and-blue wardrobe, Cas is devastated.

- (He gets her black tie-dyed shirts instead of the rainbow ones he insists on buying.)

- When Mary gets asked to Homecoming in her sophomore year, Cas is the one to sneak out and follow her friend’s car all the way to the school, just to make sure she got there safely and without any detours.

- (Mary made faces at him the entire time.)

- Mary doesn’t cry when she gets dumped by her date, but her dads cook her hot chocolate and have an Indiana Jones marathon anyways.

- Cas is the one to cry when she goes away to college, Dean already having done so the week before. 

- They buy her every single thing they could think to get her for her dorm, and more.

- They call her every single night her first year away, and they throw parties whenever she comes home during break.

- But most importantly, they love her more than life itself. 

- (She loves her parents just as much.)

cooltoy101  asked:

What do the dads do for valentines day?

((this is…so cute I’m such a sucker for valentine’s day. Alsoooo Amanda isn’t mentioned in these bc she would presumably be away at college at this point. Most of the kids are mentioned so I figured I would throw that in there))

-he’s the KING of valentines day. they don’t call him Goth Prince for nothing
-HOWEVER! The first half of the day is spent with Lucien. They go out to lunch together and exchange gifts. Lucien really appreciates it and Damien enjoys the time with his son. Afterwards Lucien goes out with his friends
-he takes a note from his manga and makes you some homemade chocolates/whatever sweet you like. It’s all heart-shaped
-he sets up a little picnic in his own garden. The blanket is black and also heart-shaped
-he buys you all sorts of gifts but also writes you a song. That’s right. He doesn’t sing (although he CAN sing, but it’s just not the way this song is meant to be performed)
-It’s entirely instrumental and he plays it for you under the moon and stars. so fucking romantic
-rose petals and candles all over your room. Wink

-Any time you bring up maybe making plans he says, “Valentine’s Day was created by Big Corporate and given a traditional Christian background to trick us into spending money and pressuring single people into thinking they are somehow imperfect for being single. Galentine’s Day is cool though”
-you eventually drop it and think “Fuck, fine, I’ll get Robert something but I guess we won’t be doing anything. Whatever”
-He 100% pulls out all the stops on Valentine’s day. He actually gives you that whole speech so that you don’t get your hopes up bc he’s afraid of disappointing you
-but he takes you out to dinner at a REAL fancy place and buys you a fucking diamond necklace?? If you’re like “Robert aren’t diamond necklaces kind of…feminine” he’s like “it looks fucking good on you fuck off” but he’s all blushy. he just wants you to like it
-ALSO HE CARVES YOU A LITTLE STATUE OF THE TWO OF YOU. It’s small and cutesy and It took him a long fucking time to make

-The day before VDay he has an open-mic night but it’s Valentine’s day themed. So this year you’re invited to that in the evening
-but he wrote you a song. And it’s slow and sweet and so absolutely fantastic, and he makes you sit on stage so he can sing it right to you
-and he actually starts crying? He gets really emotional because man he just. He just loves you so much
-you guys do valentine’s day the day before VDay because Valentine’s day is reserved for Carmensita, and Mat sticks to that
-except this year is a little different. Mat takes her out during the day but then you all go to dinner together and then to a movie and it’s a really sweet family day

-Valentines day is really cute at the Christiansen’s house. Joe decorates the whole house for it
-and you two spend the evening baking and spending time with the kids
-but then after the kids go to bed he pulls you into his lap on the couch and gives you your gift. It’s something really sweet and dorky, like matching margarita glasses or “His and Xs” pillows
-he then proceeds to tell you all the things he loves about you. He strokes his fingers over your hand and down your shoulders and whispers sweet nothings into your ear

he and Smashley take the girls out the day before Valentine’s day to do something as a whole group, like take them to a theme park or on a shopping trip or something
-and then on ACTUAL Valentine’s Day Ashley has the kids and Craig and you go on another camping trip ;)
-It’s not particularly unique; of course, he gets you a present, but really the trip in and of itself is a gift for the both of you. You rarely get to spend that much time together without anyone else around
-lots more kisses on this camping trip

-he and Ernest don’t really DO anything but he gets Ernest a gift every year. Eventually Ernest starts getting him gifts, too.
-I headcanon that Hugo is a very very lazy cook
-but when he sets his mind to it? Hugo is fantastic in the kitchen. So on VDay he makes you a whole homemade meal
-and it’s incredibly romantic. He sets it all up at the dining room table and plays music and dims the lights
-and it’s just a lovely dinner together. He gets you something small but expensive and meaningful to the two of you, and you have a very traditional and genuine valentine’s evening

-he gets you something like…very not-romantic? Something useful and boring like hedge trimmers
-and when you’re like “…Thanks, Bri, this is perfect” he just LAUGHS and pulls out his more ~personal~ gift
-which is a literal CRATE full of your favorite snack and your favorite drink, whether that be alcoholic or not
-he doesn’t give you traditional gifts but damn they’re good
-other than the gift exchange, you two don’t do anything particularly valentines-y!! You both decide to spend the day with Daisy instead, and it’s actually a wonderful day. You go to the aquarium with her

This is gonna be a long one but I'm not sorry (tldr @ end)

So I work for a pet care company. We take care of people’s houses/pets when they go on vacation or even when they are at work and want their dogs to go outside during the day.

This hell client looked a lot like our normal ones. I live in an urbanizing area so super rich white neighborhoods are popping up out of nowhere. I pull up to the house to meet the client and the pets so they can show me where everything is and the dogs routines n shit. No big deal I have to do this with every new client and it’s typically my specialty. But when I pull up to the house I see not one, not two, but three trump signs sitting in their front yard and I know I’m in for a rough one.
I make it into the house and so far the family seemed really normal while they’re showing me their dog and what he needed during the day. I looked at our online database just to be sure we had everything recorded (vet numbers, food names in case we need to buy more) and there was nothing there?? I asked the mom of the dog where her information was (we ask clients to make their own profile with what kind of dog they have, it’s name, where and what it’s food is, etc) and she said she couldn’t fill it out bc it didn’t work on her phone. I explained to her that our website is not mobile friendly and that she needs to use a computer to put in all her info ( it says it on the top of the screen so idk how she missed it). Cue her yelling at me about how she doesn’t use her computer and what kind of shit company are we if we can’t make a good mobile site. I asked her to calm down and call our office to help her get through the process bc I was not about to deal with that shit and it’s easier to pawn her off on the other similar aged white lady’s who run the office.
Thankfully most everything else went pretty quickly. So I’m packing up all my papers and forms and the dad says he has one last question for me “have you ever had anyone come up to a clients door after you left, impersonating you to gain access to a house?” Let me tell you this is by far the weirdest fucking question I’ve ever been asked about my job. Like??? I’m a dog walker not the fucking FBI??? So I just stood there after he said that, a little stunned, and he said if anyone did that he would “just shoot them” and then he asked if I would also require keys to his gun safe along with his house keys. Needless to say, I left as soon as I could.

So I go to their house during my visit time (we have time slots for certain visits and these people asked for middays which are between 11 and 2) take their dog for a walk, sent a text and picture to the clients number that she gave us, fed him, checked off the visit in our system, locked up the house and left. About an hour or so later I get a call from the office asking if I’ve done the visit! I told them yes and I checked off the visit in our system and sent the client a text with a photo as proof! This bitch called the office, told them I was an awful employee who never showed up to take care of their dog, insulted them, and that she was gonna sue us. Our system records my location when I check off a visit so the office showed her that I was physically in the house! She said that I falsified it! And when they asked if she ever received my text she said she didn’t check her phone during the day but she just had a feeling that I was gonna let their dog die! Thankfully I’m family friends with my boss and they believed me over her so we dropped them as a client and returned their keys.

Tl; dr: asshole dog mom has a “”“feeling”“” that I would let their dog die, tries to sue my company, and won’t accept photographic and gps evidence that I was in her house and took care of the dog.


~Part three as promised! @ilikechocolatemilkh, Thank you girly! @mackenzie301 again thank you for the request, and @dolphingoddess81 thank you too!

Part two

Part one~

Chapter 3

Reader’s POV

Happy and I have been messing around for months now. It worked out well, he came to my house usually but after three months he finally let me go to his house. It was nice, clean, and a bit bigger then I was expecting. The night he showed me his house, we fucked on every surface there was, we didn’t even make it to the bed until the sun was starting to come up. It was the first night that we actually slept in the same bed together. I woke up with his arm wrapped around my waist and his warm body pressed against my back. It was surprisingly nice but it ended when he woke up and realized the position we were in. Which caused him to flip me over on my stomach and start fucking me hard.

Nobody knew about us, so the boys kept hounding me about my new guy. Asking when can we meet him, who is he, and why are you hiding him?  They asked me so many questions it just became instinct to smack them when they did. It started after a particularly lewd question from Tiggy, which wasn’t really a surprise to anyone. Even though he didn’t show the others, Happy got a really big kick out of it. He always found me after with a chuckle and kisses before heading back to the boys. Which was another thing that we had started doing, stealing kisses and touches while in the clubhouse. We knew it was reckless and stupid but the thrill at almost being caught just made it even hotter.

Tonight was the first party since the one I missed a couple months back and Happy had told me he wanted me there, well actually, he told me that I was going which I told him to go fuck himself to. I had already been planning on going anyways but I still had to make a show of it.

I bit my lip as I looked through my closet wondering what I should wear tonight. I didn’t like showing as much skin as the croweaters, not anything against them but it just wasn’t my comfort zone. So I decided on a black low cut wrap dress, it had me feeling sexy as it hugged all the right places and I paired it with my laced black heels. The boys, especially Happy, we’re going to be doing double takes tonight, I thought as I looked in the mirror at myself. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I went to my car and drove to TM. The boys were all here and so was Gemma and many many other cars. I parked in my usual spot and went inside, it was packed but I still managed to make my way over to Gemma.

“Hey Gem!” I greeted as I hugged her.

“Jesus, darlin. You look hot.” Gemma told me with a smile and I laughed.

“Thanks Gem, you look hot too.” I told her and she laughed.

“I know I do, darlin. Why didn’t you bring your boy? I’ve been looking forward to meeting him.” Gemma said.

“Gem, I’ve told you that’s nothing serious. I’m just having a good time with him.” I told her. “No use in letting him meet the family if it ain’t going to last.”

“Why don’t you let me find you someone that will stick around? Family approved and you can test him.” Gemma said with a wink.

“Gemma!” I laughed and that was the moment Chibs, Tig, Juice, and Happy came over to us.

“Ya look great, lass.” Chibs told me with a hug.

“He’s right, you look amazing.” Tig said with a smirk and dirty look in his eyes. I rolled my eyes at the both of them.

“Thanks guys.” I smiled.

“I was just telling our lovely, Y/N, that she should let me set her up on a date since this new guy of hers isn’t going to stick.” Gemma told them.

“He’s not going to stick? Why? You seemed like you liked him.” Juice asked and I swallowed as I felt Happy’s eyes watching me.I shrugged at them and blushed softly.

“Well… It’s not something serious. It’s just some fun that we are having.” I told them and I thought I saw anger flash in Happy’s eyes but it was gone in a second. “But I don’t want to go on a date.”

“Why? If whatever you have going on is just fun, why not date someone else? Doesn’t sound like you guys are exclusive.” Tig said.

“You just hoping that the someone else is you.” I teased.

“Yeah, but still a true statement.” Tig smirked and I chuckled.

“I need a drink.” I told them before walking to the bar. I grabbed myself a beer and then went back to the group. Who were all still discussing my love life.

“Y/N! Just let me set you up on one date, please!” Gemma begged.

“I’ll think about it, okay?” I told her and she nodded satisfied. I’m sure that I will be hearing about this later on. After that, the conversation switched to an easy going and fun one. The boys and I went to play pool and I kicked both Tig and Juice’s asses before Chibs won against me. After that we all just hung out on the couches, talking and having fun. Hours later, most of the boys were either passed out drunk or went to their dorms with croweaters. I had just grabbed another beer before heading to my dorm that I had for nights like this when a hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me against a hard chest.

“Little girl, do you know how long I’ve been waiting to tear that dress off of you?” Happy growled in my ear.

“Not in the hallway, Hap.” I said while rolling my eyes. He pushed my back against the wall and then moved so his body was covering mine. I could feel his erection pressed against me as he did.

“Why not?” Happy asked with a smirk.

“Because your brothers could see us.” I said pushing him back but that only caused him to press into me more. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my neck.

“You mean… the ones… that are all… passed out drunk?” He asked between kisses. I smiled and leaned my head back against the wall giving him better access.

“Mmmmm yeah those ones….” I moved my hands under his shirt and started to feel his abs. He groaned as I lightly ran my nails over them and he pulled one side of my dress down. His mouth immediately latched onto my nipple as he sucked and bit on it. “Hap!”

“Shhhh…. They may be drunk but they can still hear.” He chuckled and licked it before pulling up and kissing my lips hard. I moaned and dug my nails into his back as I kissed back. “My room now, little girl.”

“You have to actually move in order for me to get there.” I teased but bit back a squeal as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He smacked my ass hard and I grabbed his back hard with my nails. He growled and walked faster to his dorm, throwing me on the bed as soon as he could.

Chib’s POV

I had passed out in my bedroom a couple hours and I needed to use the bathroom. On my way back to my room, I heard a strange noise down the other hallway.

“Mmmm yeah those ones…” I heard you moan and my curiosity got the better of me. I looked around the corner and saw Happy pressed against you. I saw him pull down the side of your dress and start sucking on your nipple. “Hap!”

“Shhhh…. They may be drunk but they can still hear.” Happy chuckled before kissing you. “My room now, little girl.”

“You have to actually move in order for me to get there.” You told him and he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before smacking your ass and disappearing into his room. I stood there in shock until I heard your moans come from the room. I moved quickly back to my room and shut the door fast. I leaned against it as my head spun from everything I just saw. Happy was your mystery guy and it made so much sense now. Happy and you had been fighting less but when you did it was intense and mean. My head started to ache from trying to process everything so I decided to head to bed and think about all of this tomorrow.

Reader’s POV

The next morning, I woke up in my dorm with some new bruises that I had to make sure were covered. I didn’t want anybody asking questions about where I got them. I slid on jeans that I had in my dorm and a black tank with a red plaid overshirt. Still had some cleavage showing but all my bruises were covered up. Happy hated when I had to have my bruises from him covered, even though he understood. I walked into the office to find Gemma. She got out of the seat and came over to me as soon as I did.  

“Y/N! Perfect timing, darlin! I have the best news.” Gemma told me with a huge smile on her face.

“What’s up, Gem?” I giggled at how excited she was.

“You have a date tonight!” Gemma told me.

“I… what?” I asked and frowned slightly.

“I set you up on a date for tonight and you can’t say no, missy. He is very excited to meet you.” Gemma told me.

“I… what… Gemma, I didn’t…” I tried to argue but Gemma gave me a look. One that said don’t you even dare. I nodded slightly. “Um… alright. I guess one date couldn’t hurt.”

“Great! He will pick you up from your house at 8!” Gemma told me before kissing my cheek and heading out of the office and to her car. She had left without even giving me his fucking name. I shook my head and decided to just get the work for the day done. Gemma kept texting me different orders during the day. Make sure you dress sexy and curl your hair in those sexy waves that you do were just some of them. I groaned and put my head in my hands. I heard a soft knock and looked up to find Chibs.

“Ya… okay, lass?” Chibs asked. He had a slight blush to his cheeks which was weird.

“Yeah.. it’s just Gem.” I sighed and looked at him. He chuckled and sat in the chair across the table from me.

“What’d she do this time?” He asked.

“She has set me up on a blind date.” I told him and his eyes widened then he smirked.

“Aye?” He asked.

“Yeah and I had to agree because well you know Gem and I don’t want to go on it at all.” I told him.

“Ya know what? Ya should go on ye date.” He told me and I looked at him surprised.

“Why do you say that?” I asked him.

“Maybe this guy of yours will finally do something to make ya official.” He smirked and I blushed.

“No, no, that’s not. That’s not something I want.” I told him.

“Ya sure, lass?” Chibs asked me while looking me dead in the eyes and for a moment I wasn’t sure how to answer. I mean, Happy and I didn’t dislike each other as much as we did in the beginning and sure I’d consider him a friend but we’d never have a future together. So, why did thinking that make me so disappointed? I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked back at Chibs.

“No, I don’t want to be with him like that.” I told him with a small forced smile. He looked at me for what felt like forever before nodding.

“Well, love, Tiggy’ll be disappointed t’ hear tha’ yer goin’ on a date with another lad.” Chibs chuckled and I laughed.

“Well, he’ll just have to get used to disappointment.” I said with a smirk.

“Aye, he will.” Chibs chuckled. He stood up and kissed my forehead. “See ya la’er, lass.” I laughed and shook my head as he left the office.

Happy’s POV

I hated seeing you in the plaid shirt that covered the bruises I left on your arms and back. I couldn’t mark your neck like normal and I hated that too. I was going to have to go over to your house later and strip you naked. Currently, I was underneath a car and I could hear Chibs and Tig talking.

“Gem, set her up on a date!?” I could hear Tig’s pout from here and I paused in what I was doing. Gemma set who up on a date? Better fucking not be you. My hand gripped the wrench hard.

“Aye, Y/N is goin’ on it tonigh’.” Chibs said in a slightly louder voice. I growled slightly and ground my teeth together.

“Why does everyone get to bang her besides me?” Tig’s pout became more apparent in his voice but I couldn’t focus on that. The only thing I could think of was some other hands touching you and my blood boiled. You were mine and I’d cut any man apart that tried to test that. I finished the working on the car and made my way to the office. You weren’t there and I had to bite back a growl. I looked at the time and saw that it was about 6:30.

I went into the clubhouse, showered fast, and changed before I jumped on my bike and headed to your house. I parked around the block like normal and made my way to your front door. I knocked and you answered pretty fast. The sight of you just about took my breath away, you looked incredible. Your hair was in soft curls and you had pinned one side back with a red jeweled hair pin, your dress was a matching shade of red. The dress was tight at the top to accent your perfect breasts, it was long sleeve and laced and flared out slightly at your waist. With you looking like that, I couldn’t help pulling you into a hard and passionate kiss.

“Mmmm… Hap, what are you doing here?” You asked pulling back and looking at me surprised. My brain finally snapped back to the goal I had at coming here.

“You think you can go on a date without me knowing, little girl?” I growled at you as I stepped us inside your house. I closed the door behind me and I saw you roll your eyes.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it. Gemma kinda blindsided me with it this morning.” You told me. “And you know how she is, I couldn’t exactly say no to it.”

“The fuck you couldn’t!” I growled while pressing you into the wall. “You’re my fuck toy. I’m not sharing…”

“It’s one date, Happy. I think you’ll live.” You told me sarcastically. I slammed my hands down on either side of your head which caused you to look at me in shock. I leaned down and growled in your ear.

“You are mine…” I growled and I could feel your body shiver. Your breathing hitched too and I smirked. “Guess I’ll have to remind you.”

“Happy…” You started but I cut you off as I quickly reached down and grabbed your pussy under your dress. You had very thin panties on and I could feel just how soaked you were. Your hips automatically moved into my hand and you let out a breathless moan. I looked down at you with a smirk as I started rubbing your clit. Your legs shook and I pressed on it harder. Your eyes met mine as I slid two fingers into your panties and then inside of your pussy. I pushed them in deep and curled them slightly before pulling them out slowly. I started fingering you hard and deep, with almost a cruelly slow pace. I kept the slow pace even when you started begging me to go faster between your moans and gasps.

“No one will fuck you as good as me.” I said as I brought you to your first orgasm. You nodded and leaned back into the wall as you tried to catch your breath. I chuckled and pulled my fingers out of you, which caused you to whimper at the loss of them. I undid my pants and pulled my hard cock out of my pants and boxers, not bothering to take them off. I lifted your dress up and picked you up, your legs immediately wrapped around me. I grabbed my cock and positioned it at your entrance, not giving you a chance to say anything as I pushed myself in fast and hard.

“H… Happy…” You moaned and I kissed you hard and began fucking you against the wall. I made sure my thrusts were deep and hard, just like when I was fingering you. I also made sure to have your ass hit the wall with each thrust. My hands grabbed your ass, back, breasts. Pretty much anything and everything that I could grab. Each thrust made you tremble under my fingers and I loved knowing that I was doing this to you, that your body was reacting just to me like this. Even though the slow pace was almost painful for me, I kept it up until you came undone all over my cock. I pulled out without coming and you looked at me confused.

“I’m not done yet, baby girl.” I told you and brushed some of your hair back. I carried you into your living then set you down on your feet lightly. I turned you around and pushed you down so your hands were on your coffee table. I lifted your dress above your ass and thrusted myself into again. I groaned and leaned down to kiss your neck softly before leaning back up and grabbing your hips. I started to jackhammer the fuck out of you, using your hips to move in and out faster. You cried out as I did and I growled at the feeling and the sounds you were making. Your nails dug into your coffee table hard and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and grabbing a fistful of your pretty little curls. “You like this? You like me fucking you like this, my little fuck toy?”

“God… God yes! Happy…” You moaned out and my grip tightened on your hair.

“You’re mine… No other cock is going… inside this pussy. Got it?” I growled in your ear.

“Yes! I got it… I got it, Happy…” I saw your eyes close and I could feel you getting close.

“Say it! Say that you’re mine!” I demanded as I dug my nails into your hip hard which caused you to cry out.

“Fuck! Yes! I’m yours, Happy!” You yelled.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” I growled and you did as soon as I said those words. My own orgasm followed shortly after. I began to slow my thrusts as I rode our orgasms out. I let go of the cruel grips I had on you and softly rubbed you hip and scalp as I kissed your neck softly. I nuzzled it almost apologetically as I kept us in this position for a couple minutes. The knock on your door brought me back to reality and I frowned but then felt you leaning against me not making any move towards the door. I smirked as an idea came to me. I kneeled down behind your and took your panties off before standing back up and leaning against you. “Go on your date but I want you to remember whose cum is dripping out of you all night long.” You glared at me and smacked my hands off of you. You didn’t grab your panties back though as you pushed me to hide in the living room. I heard you greet your date and leave. I chuckled and settled on your couch, turning the tv to wait for your return. This had definitely been an interesting night.

~Hope you enjoy~  

anonymous asked:

i feel like the way lena finds out that kara has like rock hard abs is they're chilling together during a movie or something and kara makes a stupid joke and lena playfully swats at her stomach.... and she's like "uh. do you have like. a rock under your shirt" and karas jus like "hm? no? that's me?" and lifts up her shirt and lena astral projects

lena luthor: lesbian mess shdkshdkshdks

okay but also, what if one day, still at the beginning of their relationship, they’re just chilling at lena’s house (they usually go there when they want to be alone with no interruptions bc the superfriends are Always showing up at kara’s unannounced)

imagine lena doing something very mundane but ridiculously attractive (example: breathing) like stretching her arms or something and kara spills hot coffee down her shirt

poor kara panicking and being embarrassed and ‘oh rao this was my favorite shirt’

lena being lena just forgets kara can’t exactly be hurt by this and just panics too and ‘oh my god are you okay?’ and she’s frantic and just sort of tugs kara’s shirt up so it won’t burn her or smth but then she notices kara’s abs and h o l y shit, cue her forgetting what she was even doing in the first place


-meeting at a party, or in the caf, or at a coffee shop

-his frat brothers teasing him endlessly about you

-especially when he gets all head over heals for you

-like when he worries about asking you out because what if you say no?

-but they get him all pumped up and he asks you out and he says yes so they throw a party because you said yes to a date!

-you getting invited to this said party and they have to lie about the real reason for the party because that would be dorky (but Teddy lets it slip)

-Teddy would crash your dates so much!

-like you and Pete would be innocently watching a movie and Teddy would just sit between the two of you like ‘hey kids, we using protection?’

-or you’d be in Pete’s room and Teddy would open the door and peak in like ‘hey kids, we using protection?’ (also who is we?)

-meeting for dates outside the frat house and the whole frat will wake up to watch it because you and Pete are so cute

-and if you kiss outside the frat? they whistle like crazy

-the frat are like your brothers too. like if any of them see you in public they go into big brother mode, no one will hit on you while you have your army of frat boys protecting you

-date night where he tries to make you classic Italian Pasta and uses this horrible italian accent but probably ends in some super cute Lady in The Tramp type stuff

-he’d love giving your piggy back rides

-kissing like you’re the only two people in the world

-at parties its like he sees no other girls, there’s only you and him

-the brothers actually getting protective of you when Pete gets too touchy feely in public which is super weird?

-Teddy would be the type to invite you over to hang out with him

-or he would try to steal you while you’re on dates with Pete

-the guys would all love you so much they’d all want your attention 

-trying to convince the frat that they should be nicer to their neighbours

-the Radners actually letting you and Pete baby sit Stella?

-Pete would just get all heart eyes when he sees you with baby Stella. then he’s like damn, i want a baby with her and he gets all freaked out because this is Pete

-music festivals together

-cuddles in bed all day-you can talk to him about anything, hes so smart you can never be bored with him

-studying together

-studying during sex, like you’d have him reciting stuff and terms while you’re doin it

-the frat making fun of you two that one time you did it in the frat house, so you never do it in the frat house again

-the entire frat house probably helping Pete surprise you for your anniversary. letting Garfield and Scoonie take care of the cakes was not Pete’s best idea since they made a dick shaped cake. then repeatedly told Pete to eat it.

-romantic dancing in the christmas light lit backyard (the boys totally recording all of it)

-Teddy would actually get jealous because he wants that kind of relationship

-”cant i borrow your girlfriend?”

-”no Teddy, you can not borrow Y/N.”

-the frat making new drinks and naming them after you then forcing you to try them.

-”try it! i call it the Shining Goddess That Is Y/N!”

-”ew what’s in this Scoonie?!”

-”whiskey, vodka, coca cola and orange juice, but i blended some popcorn left over from the movie i went to last night and let it sit in the popcorn for an hour.”

-after that Pete protected you from Scoonie’s drink by distracting him in time for you to spit it out or just like dump it into a plant


requested by anon

this sort of turned into what dating the frat would be like TBH :)

Fluff Month Day 7 - "4 a.m."


Pairing: none really. Adrienette I guess?
(Btw they’re a bit older in this one. But still don’t know identities.)

“Nino seriously? It’s four in the morning.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t call him, he called me!”

Marinette rolled over in her bed, groaning and covering her ears with her hands. She couldn’t hear exactly what was being discussed anymore, but she could still hear the noise outside her hands as she nestled further into her covers.

“Go back ta beh,” she mumbled groggily, furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.

There was a moment of silence in which Marinette ALMOST fell back asleep, before she felt someone’s body heat above her and she groaned again, rolling over and blinking sleepily up at Alya.

“Whut?” She asked, rubbing her eyes and pushing herself into a sitting position.

It took her a second to realize her lamp had been turned on, the bright light blinding her as she accidentally looked right at it. Alya and Nino sat across from her on the bed, Nino holding his phone up to his ear and listening.

Marinette gave Alya a confused look, but Alya just shook her head and gestured to the phone.

“Adrien,” she mouthed, and Marinette’s eyes widened. She glanced over at the alarm clock on her desk and her eyes opened even wider. It was literally four o'clock in the morning; why was Adrien calling Nino so early?

Seeing Marinette’s confused look, Alya scooted closer to Marinette’s side, leaning over so she could whisper to her.

“He had another panic attack and can’t sleep. Apparently he’s been calling Nino almost every night, but he didn’t realize that he was over with us today,” she explained quietly.

Marinette’s brow furrowed. She knew Adrien had been struggling with his anxiety recently, but she didn’t know it was this bad.

“Every night?” She asked, fingering her blanket as her heart began to pound nervously for her friend.

“ALMOST every night,” Alya corrected.

“Hey Marinette’s up too dude, do you wanna talk to her?”

Marinette jumped and looked to Alya frantically as Nino spoke into the phone. She couldn’t talk to Adrien now! What was she going to say? Sure she had grown closer to Adrien over the past few months, and found talking to him a lot easier than she used to, but she didn’t know how to comfort him! What was she supposed to say to someone who just had a panic attack?

“Ninoooo,” she whined through gritted teeth, but it was too late, the phone was already being forced into her hands.

Marinette sighed and took the phone, raising it to her ear while Alya and Nino watched.


“Hey Mari.”

“Hi. Uh…are you okay?”

Marinette’s face flushed as she spoke, and she resisted the urge to face palm. Of course he wasn’t okay! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…

There was a deep breath from the other side of the line before Adrien responded.

“I’m feeling a little better now.”

God why was he so cute? Marinette’s cheeks darkened further and she bit her lip as she tried to think of something else to say. Something less awkward. But all her mind wanted to think about now was Adrien’s words. Was he referring to her? To Nino? To all of them?

“That’s good. Um, do you want to talk about it?” Marinette winced and quickly continued, “I mean, only if you want to! We don’t have to! If you d-don’t want to talk. I mean-”

Adrien cut Marinette off with a short laugh, making Marinette’s heart flip flop in her chest.

“It’s okay, Mari. I want to talk about it, but…is it okay if I maybe come to your house to talk? I won’t come if you don’t want me to, of course! But I…uh…I just don’t really want to be alone. It’s fine if I can’t though, I’m fine, I just would rather talk face to face than over the phone…” Adrien took another deep breath and trailed off, and for possibly the first time ever, Marinette found herself comparing Adrien to herself. The way he sounded so flustered sounded a lot like she did when talking to him.

“N-no! Of course you can come over! But uh, are you going to walk or…?”

The other line went silent for a moment, and Marinette was just about to call Adrien’s name before he responded.

“No. Don’t worry, I have my ways of getting there without walking by myself. I’ll be there in five minutes, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah that’s fine.”

“Okay. Thanks Marinette,” Adrien breathed, and Marinette could practically feel his relief through the phone.

“No problem.”


Marinette looked up and met Alya’s eyes, covering the speaker with her hand.

“Keep him on the phone,” Alya said.

Marinette nodded, and raised the phone to her ear again.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, can I keep you on the phone until you get here?” Marinette asked, subconsciously bouncing her foot off the side of the bed.



True to her word, Marinette kept Adrien on the phone through his whole trek to the bakery. She had turned him on speaker so that Alya and Nino could talk as well, and the four had already discussed a wide variety of topics ranging from Adrien’s favorite food, to the homework all four were supposed to hand in tomorrow morning. They had only hung up when Adrien had said he was at the bakery’s front door.

Alya practically bounded down the stairs to let him in, swinging the door open and grabbing his arm to pull him inside. All interactions outside of Marinette’s room had to be hushed, since Marinette’s parents were still asleep, but as soon as Alya had dragged Adrien into the bedroom all three were on him in an instant.

“Oh my god Agreste. Nino nearly gave me a mini heart attack when he told me you were having a panic attack all alone at your house. Why the hell was no one with you?” Alya scolded, wrapping her arms tightly around Adrien, who had yet to put down his bags.

Nino and Marinette joined the hug a moment later as Adrien shrugged.

“I wasn’t all alone, everyone was just busy. My dad’s out of town, Nathalie went with him, but the Gorilla doesn’t just stand by my door all night. He has his own room down the hall.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t go and get him.”

“I don’t want to bother him. It’s not worth it-”

“Ah ah ah, stop right there Agreste. Don’t you ever say you’re not worth it. Okay?”

Adrien swallowed and looked down, his blonde hair shielding his eyes. Marinette frowned and reached out to touch his shoulder. A bolt of electricity seemed to shoot through her fingers and up her arm at the contact, but Marinette shoved all thoughts away as she attempted to comfort her friend.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked gently, bending lower so that she could catch Adrien’s eyes.

Their eyes locked for a moment, a moment so intimate it made Marinette’s heart flutter, before Adrien sighed and shrugged again.

“Not really, but I will. If I don’t, I might just talk myself into a panic attack again,” Adrien chuckled lightly, before his hand brushed up against Marinette’s and the two blushed, pulling slightly away from each other. That was exactly the opposite of what Marinette REALLY wanted to do, but she ignored her hand-holding urges and turned away.

The hug dispersed, Alya taking a seat on the chaise while Marinette, Adrien, and Nino all found seats on Marinette’s carpet. They turned to Adrien expectantly, and he smiled half-heartedly before launching into his explanation.

“It’s just my dad,” he explained, and Marinette scooted closer supportively. He smiled genuinely at her now, making Marinette’s cheeks redden again, before continuing, “he’s never home, and when he is he’s always making me do things I don’t want to, and then ignoring me. I don’t want to model, I only do it for him, I don’t want to do all these sports, I only do them because that’s what he wants me to do. And I want him to notice me. I guess recently it’s just been…a lot. You know? Like I can’t even get a second to breathe during the day. I never get to hang out with you guys anymore, and my house is so…it’s so…incredibly…empty.”

Adrien took a deep breath, his eyes tearing up.

“I’m sorry. I sound like a stuck up, bratty, rich kid complaining about how much I have. I didn’t want to make you guys worry, because I’m fine, really I am. I just can’t-” Adrien’s voice broke suddenly, and Marinette surprised herself by throwing her arms around him and pulling him tight to her.

“I can’t live like this anymore,” he said quietly into her shoulder, his voice choked with tears.

“It’s okay,” Marinette said, even though she knew it wasn’t. It was all she could think to say, so she repeated it, “it’s okay, Adrien. It’s not going to be like this forever. And look, you can always talk to us, okay? I don’t care if it’s four a.m. in the morning, you can always call me, or Nino, or even Alya.”

Alya and Nino smiled as Adrien’s eyes crossed over them. He sighed and smiled back, pulling away from Marinette and wiping his eyes. Their eyes connected again, and some sort of mutual understanding passed between them. Understanding of what, Marinette wasn’t quite sure, but whatever it was left her feeling warm and content as Adrien broke eye contact and turned back to the group.

“Why don’t we take a break from this?” Alya suggested.

Adrien nodded, his hand slipping to the floor and over to where Marinette’s was. She jumped slightly when his hand found hers and squeezed it, but when she peeked over at him he gave no sign of noticing.

Nino grinned excitedly.

“We can play monopoly! I’ve won every time tonight. What do you say Adrien? Wanna challenge me and see who goes broke first?”

Adrien chuckled, his eyes brightening as he accepted his friend’s outstretched hand and shook it.

“Game on,” he grinned.

Single Parenting

Look, I have my complaints about Sakura but that’s more a reflection of Kishimoto’s failures more than anything.

But really people questioning why Sarada is cooking dinner in an effort to call out Sakura. Or why she went on a day trip. A DAY trip! Are you serious? Because Sakura works! It’s like you ignored the ghost arc and whatever else Sakura does during the day.

And since she’s like the second Tsunade, clearly she’s got a lot on her plate.

She’s a single mother, with a job that makes her work long hours and Sarada is mature enough to help around the house.

Sakura clearly loves and appreciates Sarada.

It’s just, I grew up with a single mother. Please don’t act like single parents don’t do enough because they can’t always be around. Families work together. That means everyone helps out.

They work until their exhausted but that doesn’t mean they appreciate their children less.

Never underestimate the power of a parent saying ‘I love you’. Did you see how Sarada forgot everything after reading that note?

dreamingofeternity  asked:

fakiru, 9?

fakiru + things you said when i was crying

There are a thousand reasons to leave and only one to stay, but that one is the one he vowed to live his life with, so he’ll just have to suck up everything else and take it because she’s worth it all a thousand times over and more.

He’s dealt with a lot worse, anyway, Fakir reasons. And Ahiru is spending the rest of her life as a duck. He has no right to complain.

Still. That doesn’t make it easy.

Keep reading

Theodosia and Eliza as neighbors and Theodosia having a cat that always gets into Eliza’s yard and sometimes even her garage. 

And Eliza secretly loving it because it gives her an excuse to not only coax the cat over to her but also to go over to Theodosia’s has to bring the cat back/tell Theodosia where it is.

And Theodosia is always so embarrassed, thinking that Eliza must be annoyed, and she always invites Eliza in to make her something to eat to make up for it but pretty soon Theodosia is just letting her cat out more and more in the hopes it’ll result in Eliza stopping by.

It turns into a thing where Theodosia starts taking Eliza out whenever her cat escapes into Eliza’s yard/house to repay her for being so patient with the cat and always returning her. It doesn’t take long for Eliza and Theodosia to be going out together every weekend and a few days during the week.

Soon Theodosia is over Eliza’s house more than her cat is. 


A/N: As promised, some much-deserved fluff written for @leiascully‘s Oktoberficfest.

When she wakes, she’s cocooned deep inside their dark blue duvet, burrowed into pillows that smell like them.  Autumn sunlight is filtering meekly in through the windows, and she hears a distant THWACK echo outside every few seconds.  That must be why she’s woken up.  She yawns, glancing at the bedside clock and marveling that she’s managed to sleep in past 7 a.m.


She throws her bare legs out from under the covers and snags his thick terry-cloth robe from the foot of the bed, pulling some slippersocks onto her small feet.  She pads softly down the creaky stairs to find coffee already made, an empty mug on the counter for her, and his used one resting in the sink.  She throws a close-lipped smile at the cream for no reason other than that she still can’t quite believe they’re here.  Like this.  Making coffee for one another and washing each other’s dishes.  The simple domesticity of it still manages to astonish her.

The mercury had dipped earlier than usual this year, and though they were still leaving the windows open at night to keep the house cool during the day, she’d remarked just last night that it might be starting to get cold enough for a fire in the fireplace.


She stirs cream into her coffee, wraps her hands around the cup, and blows the steam away as she wanders out to the porch, the screen door slamming shut behind her.  The Navajo blanket is folded at the end of the porch swing, so she bundles up with it, knees drawn up, and settles in to watch him.

He’d let his beard grow back after they’d returned from their island getaway, though it wasn’t nearly as long or as wild as it had been before the Monica Bannan case.  This was just a few weeks’ worth of growth, and it suits him, she decides.  He’d thrown on a pair of jeans that were frayed at the knees and cuffs, a white ribbed cotton tank top, and the new gray flannel she’d picked up for him the last time she was at Costco.  

“Flannel, Scully?  Really?” he’d whined, wrinkling his nose.  “I knew you had a thing for lumberjacks.”

“It’s practical, Mulder,” she’d argued.  “Especially for this time of year.  I swear to God, though, if you take down a tree and release any of those glowing green bugs on our property, I’m leaving you.”


Country isolation suited him.  Like the prisoner he had been before his exoneration, he’d spent whatever free time he’d had away from his little den of paranormal iniquity doing manual labor on the property, running its circumference in endless circuits, mending fences, and rebuilding the ramshackle barn next to the pond.  Eventually, he’d jerry-rigged his own rowing machine, tying a small boat off with nylon ropes he’d secured to two willows, one on either end of the pond, so that he could row endlessly against their steadfast pull.

His body had always been a thing of beauty.  Lithe, long muscles, a slim waist, tapered shoulders.  A swimmer’s body.  But now…now he was powerful. Hard where he’d once been firm.  Rippling where he’d been sinewy.  

She’d have been intimidated if she didn’t know she already owned him, body and soul. 


The wood splits apart, thick pieces falling on either side of the stump with twin thuds. He stoops down and gathers them, throwing them onto the woodpile before balancing another hunk of a felled oak on the stump.  He steadies it with both hands, then reaches behind himself to wrap one calloused fist around the maul’s long handle and secures the other hand just under its head. 

She watches as he raises the maul, bending his knees and lifting up on his booted toes to throw his weight into the downward swing, allowing the hand under the maul head to slide down its length and meet the hand holding the butt of the handle.  A satisfying and delayed THWACK echoes over to her a second later, and he is already bending to retrieve the split wood pieces and toss them onto the growing pile.  Just then, he pauses to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm and glances up to see her curled up on the swing, and he smiles at her.

She blinks back at him and sips her coffee, lifting an eyebrow in wordless invitation.

He drops the maul and ambles over to her from across the yard, scattering the two or three hens that are pecking around in the dirt.  

He vaults the porch stairs in two bounds, and throws himself down onto the swing next to her, jolting her, and she scolds him halfheartedly when her coffee sloshes onto his robe.

He leans over and plants his lips firmly onto hers, and she makes appreciative noises in the back of her throat when he deepens the kiss.  

“You taste salty,” she says against his mouth.

“Chop your own wood and it’ll warm you twice,” he murmurs.

She hums and pulls away, biting back a juvenile retort about what she’d like to do to his wood, and she sees a playful light dance in his eyes when she realizes that he has heard her say it anyway.

They know each other too well.

She leans down, precariously dangling from the swing for a moment to set her mug on the wooden slats of the porch before she turns back to him and throws a leg over his lap to straddle him, pulling the blanket with her to wrap them in its warmth. She drapes her arms around his muscled shoulders and nuzzles into the salt-and-pepper scruff on his cheek.  He tightens his arms around her waist and captures her lips again with his own.

She lives for moments like this.  

The darkness can’t possibly find them when they’re busy building fires.

This Line Won’t End Now

Originally posted by negerswager

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request:  Hi. Could you please do a oneshot where the reader is on her way to the set of Infinity War to surprise Seb but is in a car crash on the way and is fighting for her life. Then Seb gets a call and freaks out, rushing there only to have to wait until she’s stable etc. He waits (however many days you can choose) barely leaving her side because they don’t know if the reader will make it (maybe relapse during that time). You can choose if she wakes up. With fluff and feels please thank you so much.<3

A/n: I love it when I get to rip peoples hearts out <3. Reminds me of my ‘At the Tone’ fic with Bucky <3

Genre: Angst, Drama, Friendship, Family, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warnings: Car accident, Angst, Fluff, hospitalized reader, dying reader, crying Sebastian

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines


You had just left the house. You were on your way to the set of Infinity War to surprise your good friend Sebastian Stan, who you had known since childhood. Because of his job, you two had never been able to keep a very steady friendship, but you two often made it work. Today, you were going to surprise him and maybe take him out to dinner so you two could catch up. You were excited. The media knew about you, so naturally you were sort of famous for being Sebastian’s best friend. As you started your car, you smiled and set off, humming to your favorite song on the radio. It was peaceful. As you were going down the highway, going about 75, you heard a pop and frowned. What was that? As a stop light came up, you pressed on the brakes. 

But nothing happened. 

Pressing more, you felt panic settle in as you continued to slam on the pedal over and over but your car would just not stop. As you rode into traffic, you car collided with another that was driving through the green light on your right before more ran into your car, swinging your car around. Glass flew everywhere, your head slamming against the steering wheel and the side of the window. Glass sliced into your body as your femur gave a loud snap and your head cracked open from the force of the hit with the steering wheel. As one more car collided in the little pile, your neck snapped back slightly and your vision went dark.


Sebastian was taking a break from filming, sitting in his trailer with Chris, Anthony, Robert, and Scarlet. Jeremy was in his trailer along with Elizabeth in hers and Sebastian laughed as Chris told another joke.

“So I said ‘What’s a little fun gonna do?’ Apparently, taking your neighbors six year old child go-karting isn’t her definition of fun.”

Sebastian laughed more but everything settled when there was a knock on his trailer door. When Sebastian opened it, Joss Whedon stood with a phone to his ear and a very panicked look on his face. Sebastian knew immediately something was wrong. 


“-Sebastian, it’s bad. Really bad. You need to get to the hospital. It’s (Y/n).”

At that moment, his heart stopped. His childhood friend? (Y/n) was in the hospital? Sebastian widened his eyes and asked, or more demanded.

“What happened?!”

“No time to talk, just get your ass out of here and to the hospital. They said she is in very critical condition.-”

But Sebastian had already grabbed his keys, leaving his coat, and ran to his car. Jumping in, he slammed the door shut, started it, and the men and woman in his trailer could hear the squealing of his tires as Sebastian barreled to the hospital.


He had gotten there, fifteen minutes flat. He practically screamed at the receptionist at the desk.

“What room is she?! (Y/n) (L/n), the woman who just came here! Where is she!!”

The receptionist was wide eyed and slightly terrified, stammering.

“Sh-She’s in room 456 on floor 8! But sir-”

Sebastian didn’t waste another second as he ran to the elevator, furiously pushing the button over and over as he prayed that you were ok. As the elevator opened, he ran in and hit ‘8’ and then ‘Close Door’ biting his lip as he tapped his foot, biting and chewing on his lip.

‘Please, let her be ok…’

As he got to the eighth floor, he ran out and the doctors held him back, saying. 

“You can’t go in there yet!”

Sebastian struggled, tears stinging his eyes.

“No, you don’t understand! That’s my best friend!”

A male doctor put his hands on either shoulder, saying to the distraught actor.

“Listen, I know you want to see her, Mr. Stan, but she is in very critical condition and very unstable. We have to stabilize her before we can let you in.”

“Why? What happened to her?”

The doctor had Sebastian sit down and he sat down next to him.

“Ms. (L/n) was in her car driving down the highway when her brakes popped. She approached a stoplight and collided with a car driving west at approximately 75 miles per hour.”

Sebastian covered his mouth in shock, sobbing out.

“Oh my god.”

“She has a skull fracture, a broken femur, a broken wrist, and at least three of her ribs have been fractured, all puncturing very important organs. We are working as fast as we can to save her…but she has already lost so much blood. We’re afraid she might not make it, but I will fight to keep her alive.”

Sebastian felt his whole entire being break as he cried into his palms, sobbing with high pitched cries as he could only hope that you, his best friend, who he loved so much, would not leave him like this.


A shake and call of his name startled Sebastian awake and he blinked, realizing he was still in the hospital. 

‘So it wasn’t a dream…’

The doctor that had spoken to him earlier greeted him. 

“Good evening, Mr. Stan. I hope you slept well. Your friend has become stable, you’re allowed to go in and see her.” 

Sebastian’s sleepiness faded in an instant and he ran into the room, freezing. Holy shit. You looked terrible.

You had a bandage over your head, a cast on your leg and wrist, and he was certain that your ribs were wrapped too. You had cuts every where, and a bunch of nasty bruises, some of them contusions from how hard you had taken hits from within the car. Sebastian slowly walked to you and he sniffled.

“dragă …te rog, nu mă părăsi…”
(Darling, please do not leave me)

He took your hand gently, noticing how cold it was and sobbed as the doctor said to him ina  low, sympathetic tone.

“She’s gone into a coma…but we don’t know when she’ll wake up..I’m sorry, Mr. Stan.”

Sebastian nodded and just sat there, whispering pleads and sweet nothings in Romanian in your ear, holding tightly to your limp hand.


He was losing hope. It had been a month since the accident but had had never left your side. Often, Chris and Anthony would visit him to support him, but Sebastian had become hollow inside. He was terrified. You were his best friend. You were the one who got into trouble with him at school. You were the one who believed in him when no one else didn’t. You were the one to tell him to pursue his dreams. He did everything with you. He became and actor just for you. If he lost you now when he didn’t even get to take you to the places he had been, the places he had seen…he didn’t know if he would be able to cope. Sebastian stared at your lifeless face, the heart monitor taking in the beats of your heart the life support unit helped to keep beating. Jeremy walked in with a vase full of flowers and a coffee, handing it to Sebastian, who took it gratefully.

“Sebastian, everyone’s worried about you.”

Sebastian stayed silent. If he said one word…god knows he would only start crying again. Jeremy sighed and patted the man’s back.

“She’s gonna wake up. Trust me. Don’t lose hope.”

Jeremy left with that, giving one last look at Sebastian. Sebastian could only whisper.

“She is my hope..”


Sebastian didn’t know the difference between life and death anymore. He felt so dead inside. He was losing you. You had gotten better for about two weeks, but then your health spiked down fifty levels. The doctors told him you had relapsed. He knew what that meant. You were dying again. As he held your hand, he could only stare dejectedly at you. He was angry, but he not at you. No, he could never be angry at you. He was angry at fate, angry at the man you collided with. He could never, ever be angry with you. Sebastian sighed and then paused when he heard the heart monitor spike. What was that? He looked at you and felt his eyes widen when he felt your hand twitch underneath his own. Could it be?


He called to you. Slowly, and miraculously, your eyes slowly opened up, looking straight at Sebastian. He watched as you gave a smile and you said around the life support tube.

“What, did you think…you could…get rid of me…that easily?”

Your voice was heavy and hoarse with neglect. Sebastian gave a happy cry and he laid his head on your upper chest, sobbing out.

“I thought I was going to lose you…don’t you ever do that again, you hear me! Or i’ll personally drag you out of heaven!”

You smiled softly and he sniffled, caressing your sleepy face.

“I’ll tell the doctor.”

With that, he got the doctor, who was amazed that you had awakened. He noted that you were getting better and smiled, saying.

“Get some sleep, you are gonna get a lot better at this point.”

“No offense-”

You looked at Sebastian softly.

“-But I’ve slept long enough.”

Sebastian smiled widely and kissed your forehead.

“Please don’t ever leave me, (Y/n).”

You smiled and replied.

“I wouldn’t ever…dream of it.”

You felt his lips on your forehead smile as you whispered.

“I’m with you till the end of the line.”


anonymous asked:

just wanted to say adore your writing, prompt: brenner/hopper ultimate confrontation, brenner tries to manipulate eleven into going back to him, calling her his daughter etc. She's scared out of her mind, paralyzed from fear, hopper knocks brenner out, assures El he really loves her not brenner

I hope you’ll like this and thanks for the prompt!

Hawkins: The Upside - Figure from The Past

Post Mind-Flayer, his life was… good. It was not easy, but it was good.

Hawkins Lab had closed down, at least in Indiana, which was one thing off his mind. Although he was sure the Department of Energy have plenty of other labs in other parts of the country but… that was not his problem. He tried not to care too much other than what was in front of him.

And that was El.

Hopper had taken time to sit El down just to explain to her of the adoption papers he had signed and what it meant for them. She had repeated the name ‘Jane Hopper’ almost in reverence and it had stirred something in his heart he thought had died with Sarah.

He could do this. For once, he had hope. El could never replace Sarah but… she was a balm. It wasn’t what he thought when he first took her in but she was a soothing balm to his wound, and something for him to focus his energy on.

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best friend!wonho

changkyun / jooheon / hyungwon / kihyun / minhyuk / shownu

  • that gym friend ,, ok not really
  • he’s not that obsessed & is more than just that
  • would prioritize you over exercising
  • you stealing his protein shakes
  • because they taste sO GOOD
  • him buying different kinds of protein shakes
  • because he knows you’ll take some
  • exercising together
  • and then end up playing and talking about random things
  • eating fast food after that 

“doesn’t this make our hard work useless?”
“boy, you need fats to get more muscles!! it’s bulking!!”

  • an actual soft bunny
  • both of you would cry together when watching dramas
  • totally unashamed of it!! y’all will just bawl together
  • it’s a really funny sight to watch 
  • changkyun has a video of this,, 
  • it’s one of his prized possessions
  • uses this to tease you two & call y’all losers
  • lots of kakao talk messages
  • he would update you so much about his life
  • would always send you pictures if he’s doing fun stuff w/o you

“would you just!! look at this view?? it’s so pretty”
“yOU BETRAYER how could you go without me”
“no worries there’s always photoshop”

  • 3am ramyeon meetings at the convenience store
  • even the night shift workers recognize you two
  • he’s so frickin obsessed with ramyeon ,,,,
  • it’s quite a problem because it’s unhealthy,, 
  • you came up with it but really health is important
  • and he needs to stop being in love with MSG
  • it’s really funny like y’all just try so hard to avoid ramyeon
  • clearing out all in each other’s houses or hiding it away,,,  to avoid temptation
  • once it’s out of sight it’s much easier though
  • eating together sO Y’ALL WON’T CHEAT ,, esp wonho
  • there’s this one time he cheated throughout the entire thing while you were suffering ,,,
  • like you really followed through but he gave up on the first day & didn’t tell you aT ALL
  • going to each other’s houses 
  • to make sure there’s proper food in the fridge
  • lengthy talk sessions afterwards 
  • and just doing nothing in general
  • visits to his mother’s cafe
  • especially during ramyeon restriction days 
  • because she makes good food
  • you two would just eat the food she makes
  • and make food with her so you two would just eat that
  • so extra food brought home would be home made
  • and healthy!!
  • also an extremely !! protective !! friend !!
  • it’s good in a way 
  • but he also chases people away ,,,,,,
  • people just leave you two alone because you guys are so close
  • like ,,, hais how are you going to date ???
  • but it’s not exactly a problem lmao he’s such an amazing friend
  • totally makes up for the people he chases away & more
  • but actually the same applies for you 
  • y’all are just protective of each other 
  • and it really means a lot 
  • really cutest friends & both of y’all are really funny
Stir Crazy

Anon: Please can you write a fanfic about an overprotective Castiel or Gabriel , they are protecting Dean and Sam’s little sister the universal prophet

Okay, this is heavily influenced by the facts that 1) I was watching Moana clips last night and 2) I live where it’s very cold and I don’t like cold that much. So, to the Nonnie who asked, I hope that this works for you! Like always, feel free to send me any suggestions, tagging requests, and whatnot.

Summary: Reader, the Winchester’s sister, is a prophetess who is still learning from the angels charged with protecting her: Castiel and Gabriel. She is going absolutely mad from cabin fever.

Warnings: Fluff (NOTE: I tried to make the relationship between the reader and Gabriel platonic, not romantic.)

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @the-third-winchester-warrior @jensen-jarpad @sister-winchester-imagines

An ancient television set in the corner of the room flickers to life as you mess around with the knobs. For the three-billionth time. You pace around the motel room, bored completely out of your mind. The research books that Cas had provided supplied nothing for your curious mind and you couldn’t catch any type of signal on the black and white tv. Your phone and anything electronic was currently off limits in case anyone tried to trace the signal back to you. Could you understand why the ‘house arrest’ was necessary? Yes. Could you deal with it? Not in a thousand apocalypses.

You sigh as you lie back down on a rickety bed and kick off your boots. The springs squeak gently as you lower yourself onto it. Cas promised that he wouldn’t be gone for long. Just enough to make sure that everything was okay with your brothers Sam and Dean. You look at your watch. Well, apparently over an hour qualified for the ‘long enough’ category. You pick up a mythology book and stare at the text. You the open book fall on your face.

“Why me?” you say exasperatedly. Course, with the pages on your face, it probably sounded like, “Fmrhmph mphhhh!”

You hear a flutter of wings; your adrenaline spikes. Under the musty pillow, your fingers curl around the knife you hid. You take the book off your face, almost welcoming a battle to happen. As soon as you see who has entered your room though, you disappointedly let the knife go.

“I have returned, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I can see that Cas. How’s life at the bunker?”

“Sam and Dean are fine. They are actually doing some work on a vampire case in Tennessee currently.”

You jump off the bed. “So what are we waiting for? Let’s go chop some heads and let blood fly!”

Cas looks at you with a mixture of concern and disgust. “Why would you get excited at the prospect of decapitation?”

“My bros need me. You know it’s not safe if they go take care of stuff on their own! C’mon Cas! Please let me go with them! Just this once?”

The angel shakes his head. “Allowing you to go on a dangerous hunt would be violating protocol.” You throw your hands up in the air and begin to pace the room. Again. Cas tries to console you. “If anything happen to you, your brothers would kill me. I have been charged with protecting you.”

“You’re not the only one who’s supposed to be watching our girl.” A sly voice pops into the conversation. You hide a small smile from Castiel as your buddy the archangel appears in the room. “Afterall, it’s not like she’s jonesing around doing all kinds of immoral stuff, right?” Gabriel winks at you.

“Shut up, Gabe,” you smirk.

He puts his hands to his heart sarcastically. “I am offended! Here I am, coming to bestow upon you a treasure for which I have searched far and wide to discover and you treat me like a simple peasant!”

“What treasure? Tell me!”

Gabriel makes a zipping motion across his lips. “Mmh-mm.”

“C’mon! Please!”

Cas sighs in the corner. “Theatrics…” he mutters disdainfully.

“Is that the way this is going to be? Fine then.” You grin as you get into medieval character. “My most humble apologies to the guardian of my honor, a knight of the highest chivalry, the protector of-”

“All right, all right. You’re milking it now.” He grins and tosses something to you.

“Finally! Something besides rabbit food!” You crack a real smile as you tear vigorously shred the wrapper off a Three Musketeers bar. “Cas over here doesn’t seem to understand the importance of chocolate in a daily diet,” you gesture to the sullen angel in the corner with your prize.

“I promised your brothers to keep you safe and in good health. There is nothing healthy at all about candy.”

Gabe raises an eyebrow teasingly. “What are you now, Doctor Dismal? Even the Aztecs knew the importance of chocolate during the day. Let the kid have some fun!”

“She’s more than a child, Gabriel.”

“Yeah, yeah, we all know. The Universal Prophetess Supreme!” He makes jazz hands on the last words. Gabriel turns to address you. “So, what’s all this about still being on house arrest?”

You shrug. “Dean and Sam are on hunt without me and I’m done with these books. Again. I guess I’m just…stir crazy.”

“All right then.” Gabriel turns to his angelic brother. “Cas, I’m taking her out for a one-on-one archangel/prophet training session at the library. I’ll keep in touch.”

You groan on the bed, but Castiel nods. “Very well. You have been here for some time. It would not hurt to take training to another location.”

“Great. More dusty scroll reading! Just what I need!” You gripe sarcastically. Gabe puts a hand on your shoulder before you can protest anything else. You blink as the archangel teleports you away. You expect the little library smells and sounds. Minor talking in the background, turning pages perfuming the air with that “old book” smell, pencils scratching on paper, and creaking of shelves being passed.

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Instead, you smell the beautiful combination of dead fish and salt spray. You hear gulls crying and gentle waves slapping against the side of a sandy shore. Your toes sink into petite grains of sand. Sunlight beams down on your face and heavy hunting clothing. The sky is radiantly blue against an even bluer ocean. Tinted sea foam rolls onto the ground next to your feet. You turn around in absolute amazement. While the view you first saw was all blue, behind you is various shades of green so bright and vivid, you pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.


“Ahem.” Beside you a little ways sits your guardian angel, sipping on a soda can under a cabana umbrella. In a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts. He smiles and points to the waves. “Aren’t you gonna jump in?”

“I-I-I’m not dressed…”

“Psh. That’s what you’re worried about?” He snaps his fingers. No longer in jeans and flannel, you’re in a cherry one piece swimsuit decorated with white dolphins and small hibiscus flower outlines. A simple turquoise wrap skirt is knotted around your waist. “How about now?”

The child inside you leaps for joy. You rush towards water, your bare feet slapping the damp sand. You rush into the salty waves and dive. You shake your wet hair out of your face when you come up. You laugh blissfully, splashing and swimming in the glorious tropical ocean.

“Best! Research! EVER!” You cannot contain your happiness.

Gabriel smiles at your laughter, allowing for some pride to swell in his heart for his young friend. After a while, he pulls out a beach towel from thin air that matches your wrap skirt. You haul your soaking wet self out of the water. You sit down by your friend.

“Does that satisfy your stir craziness, Miss Prophetess?”

You grin and roll your eyes at the teasing name he gave you. “Thanks Gabe. I needed this today, especially after that hideous weekend studying ancient writing forever.”

“Don’t mention it kid,” he states waving his hand dismissively. “You looked like you needed some sunshine.”

“So, where are we then?”

“Some island I found in the Bermuda Triangle. I call this place ‘Gabriel’s Ultimate Island of Food, Happiness, and Hakuna Matata’,” he pauses as you laugh. “But, I think you might enjoy it as somewhere to study. Become a prophetess.”

You stare surprised. “Really? You’re serious?”

Gabriel nods. “There’s a cabin up there on the other side of that bend. Cas and I would come here to help you instead of cooping you up in some ratty motel. Plus, it’s pretty much unapproachable by anything evil ever since I set up the warding line in the reef. And man has yet to invent something to get past this angel power shielding the island.” He raises an eyebrow playfully as you glance everywhere, taking every little detail in. “So. Whadda’ya say?”

“What about my brothers?”

“Dumb and Dumber? Sure, I mean, if you wanted, I could have them come check in. Don’t think their flannel culture would fit in, but, hey, that’s between them and the fish.” He points out a pod of dolphins leaping past in the distance. “Now, this ain’t all fun and games. You’d be working hard, reading texts, doing prophety…things. But would this be better?”

“Anything’s better than that motel in the middle of Iowa,” you readily reply. “I’m in. On one condition”

Gabriel shrugs. “Anything, kid.”

“I get to change the name.”

“Wow. I provide a whole island for you, complete with water slide from the room in your cabin to the ocean, and you want to change the name?”

You laugh. “Picky, aren’t I?”

“Fine, fine, you rascal. Island’s all yours. And what do you plan on calling my awesome island?”

You take a deep breath, inhaling all the tropical and nautical scents. You smile at your best friend. “Filemu.”