this is not a waiting room

*so i was drawing in ma room and my dad came by to ma room.*
dad: watcha drawin’?
me: y’know… normal peeps of gang and stuff
dad: how’s yer tablet?
me: p gud, sometime can jam a bit and doesn’t work when i need it.
dad: oh, well your gonna have a cintiq around new year if you have good grades
me: …………….WAIT  W H A T-

i barely know my current tablet dawg–

halesstiles  asked:

21, please?

“I’m bulletproof … but please don’t shoot me!”

Stiles immediately jumped away from the stove and sprinted towards the living room, knocking his knee against the wall when he miscalculated the window. Rubbing his knee, he hopped in the living room, waving the wooden spoon with his other hand.

“Dad! No! No hurting the boyfri—the Derek!” He squinted, mouth pursing a little.

“Wait, there’s no gun.”

Derek, the traitor, was leaning against the furthest wall while John stood in the middle of the room, still dressed in his work attire, with a fist pressed to his lips. Both wore a look of amusement on their faces.

Stiles scowled, “What’s going on?”

“Well,” John sighed, “it was mostly revenge for the times where you harassed Derek nonstop and took away Melissa’s pie from me. But boyfriend?” He quickly glanced back at Derek, nodding his head in approval. “That’s a new development.”

“Boyfriend? Me and Derek? Dad, that’s insane—I don’t know what you’re referring—boyfriend, really, Dad? I mean that’s quite the conclusion you’ve got there,” Stiles sputtered out, hands flailing in the air causing John to duck when the spoon got too close to his head.

“Stiles, you’re not helping yourself here,” John raised an eyebrow. He raised his hands in a surrender before heading towards the stairs, winking quickly at Stiles. “Looks like you’ve got something to sort out between yourselves.”

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Requested by anonymous

You shoved the door open and plopped onto the couch in the main sitting room of the Avengers Facility with a groan. This attracted the attention of the other Avenger in the room, Steve. “Hey, everything alright?” he asked, looking over to you.

“No,” you groaned, wiping your face, even though tears weren’t actually falling.

Steve frowned and came closer, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong?”

“My friends tried throwing me a birthday party, and it all went to crap,” you replied. “It took forever for us to get a table at the restaurant, then our waitress had an attitude. The attitude got worse when she got my order wrong and I asked for a replacement.”

You didn’t notice Tony enter the room until he spoke up. “Wait, you didn’t tell us it was your birthday!” he said.

“It certainly doesn’t feel like one,” you grumbled. “After we left, a truck drove by just in time to soak me. I had to go buy myself a new outfit so I wouldn’t be even more miserable.”

Steve put his arm around you in a comforting gesture. “We all have rough days, even if it happens to be on your birthday,” he commented.

“Okay, we’re going to have birthday party take two,” Tony stated dramatically.

“You don’t-“ you started to tell Tony.

“Too late. Text has already been sent out to the Avengers. They’ll be here shortly. I’ll get the booze.” He gave you a salute before leaving.

You were stunned. “So, I wasn’t expecting that,” you commented. “I should probably change into something nicer.”

“You do that, I have something to talk to Tony about,” Steve said. He got up before helping you up.

Shortly after, you were ready for another try for a party. You entered the common room, giving a polite smile to the Avengers that were there.

“Hey, birthday girl!” Wanda greeted, giving you a one-armed hug in greeting. “Tony told us to come.”

“I know,” you replied flatly. You looked around. There was a table set out with booze, which Natasha, Clint, and Sam were all talking around. Another table had snacks, Pietro already digging into the sweets.

“Happy birthday!” Thor greeted in his lack of indoor voice. Bruce gave you a smile and nod. Steve walked up to you, handing you a drink.

But one Avenger in particular was still missing. “Where did Tony go?” you asked Steve curiously.

“He’ll be back soon,” Steve replied. That didn’t answer anything. Though, it didn’t take long for him to return, arms full of boxes and bags.

“It’s not a birthday without presents,” Tony stated, setting the gifts down next to a chair.

“It can totally be a birthday without presents, but thank you,” you said. “Did you get all of these yourself?”

“Well, it was all my money, yes. But a couple of the others had suggestions,” Tony replied. “Sit, open the presents. I’m still waiting on the cake to be delivered.”

You sat down and looked at the pile of gifts. You didn’t know where to start. But a small, long box caught your eye. You picked it up. There was a little bit of a rattle. You opened it up, to find a beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of two joined hearts, with colored stones surrounding them.

“I picked that one out,” Steve told you, walking over. “It’s your birth stone.”

You grinned. “Thank you so much!” You said, jumping up to hug Steve. He chuckled and hugged back.

“I didn’t like seeing you so upset. I figured something as pretty as you would help,” Steve told you. You blushed as the other Avengers cooed.

“You’re so sweet. Mind helping me put it on?” you asked.

“Of course,” Steve replied, taking the necklace out of the box, putting it on for you.

“Why did you have to open that one first?” Tony jokingly complained. “Now the rest is going to look bad in comparison.”

“Shut up, Tony,” you jokingly scolded in return. “And thank you, my birthday is already loads better.”

Truth or Dare || Jughead Jones

Prompt: #97 Take off you’re shirt

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Underage alcohol usage, a little fluff, mild profanity

A/N: Sorry if it’s not what you wanted! 

You, Betty, Kevin, Archie and Jughead were all over at Veronica’s house sitting cross legged on the floor playing truth or dare. Veronica is a little tipsy because Kevin dared her to take a shot of tequila, Kevin also dared Archie to take a shot as well. This game has been going on for about an hour now and the dares only getting more and more adventurous.

“Hmm, I dare you to, put a bra on under your shirt,” Betty dares Kevin.

“I would rather die!” Kevin yells flabbergasted at the idea.

“Chicken!” you yell. Jughead rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll do it!” Kevin yells.

After about 20 minutes of waiting Kevin returns to the living room wearing one of Veronica’s bras. We all break out laughing at the sight of Kevin, wearing a bra. Kevin rolls his eyes, crosses his arms over his chest and huffs out a frustrated breath.

“Y/N it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” Kevin asks.

“Hmm, can I pass I didn’t even want to play this in the first place,” You groan.

“Nope sorry. So truth or dare!” Betty chimes in.

“Fine I’ll play your stupid game.”

“Woah lose the attitude it’s just a game Y/N,” Jughead sighs.

“Whatever, I pick truth.”

“Okay, you’re going to regret this but, do you have a crush on anyone?” Kevin asks.

“Yes,” you mutter.

“Oooh who!” Veronica prods.

“The question was if I have a crush on anyone so that is my answer, Kevin never asked who,” you sneer.

Everyone but Jughead groans because of the suspense. Jughead looks around the room and anywhere but you. Betty and Veronica whisper and giggle to each other. Archie raises his eyebrows in Jugheads direction something must be going on over there. Kevin starts throwing out names of people you might have a crush on. Of course he doesn’t get it right, you have a crush on Jughead.

“Oh is it Reggie?” Kevin asks.

“First off, eww! Second off he’s a douchebag!” you spit.

“Okay then I’m stumped,” Archie whines.

You just roll your eyes and sit through Veronica and Betty rattle off names off celebrities. Archie and Kevin try to get the girls to shut up so they can continue the game.

“Okay Y/N, pick your next victim,” Veronica claps.

“Fine, Jughead. Truth or dare?”you inquire.

“Dare,” he mutters.

“Okay. Take off you’re shirt.” you snicker.

A rosy color floods his cheeks and his eyes widen at you. Everyone starts whispering and wondering if you have a crush on Jughead which is correct. Archie raises an eyebrow at you and this time you blush. Heat floods your face and you look away.

“I think Y/N likes Jughead,” Archie blurts in a singsong voice.

“Okay, kids party is over go home.” You hear the familiar voice of Hermione Lodge, Veronica’s mom.

People start whining and complaining about having to leave. You couldn’t be any happier to leave. Veronica’s mom came in at the perfect time sparing you from the embarrassment that was going to ensue. You quickly grab your things and walk quickly out of the door. Halfway to your car someone grabs your arm and spins you around.

“I never thought you would like me,” Jughead says.

Heat floods your face once again making you look like a tomato. “Look I don’t want to talk about this right now,” you mumble.

“Fine if you don’t want to talk about I guess you’ll never know that I like you too.”

“Did I just hear what I think you said because if I did-” Jughead cuts you off with a light kiss on your lips.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow!” he yells. Leaving you standing at your car smiling like an idiot.

Imagine waiting for Steve to wake up

Part 1- Imagine seeing Bucky pull Steve from the water  

You walked the halls of the hospital with a fresh cup of coffee, trying to calm the stress. It had been a few hours since the medics transported him from where Bucky had dragged him out of the water. And Steve still hadn’t woken up.

Nodding at your fellow armed agents, who were standing guard in front of Steve’s room, you took a deep breath.You opened the door and paused, Sam was sitting down next to the hospital bed playing music for Steve. Closing the door behind you quietly, Sam looked up and smiled.

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sunnyjughead  asked:

concept: archie starts therapy after episode 4 and he and reggie have the same therapist and one day he sees reggie leaving the building / sitting in the waiting room and instead of being embarrassed reggie is super stoked to see him and extra stoked that archie is taking care of his mental health

im sitting here crying over imagining reggie not being ashamed of having a therapist or getting help for himself. i want him to be extra and offer archie a ride and

Dinner Party

Originally posted by awhjensen

Reader goes with Sam and Dean to help Dean’s Girlfriend on here first hunt. It ending badly for Reader.

Reader X Dean Winchester

Warnings:Blood, almost death. 

I hate dinner parties. Okay strike that I have never been to one I just happen to hate this dinner party. Why you may ask? Because I had to sit next to my best friend as he looked around waiting for his date to arrive.

“Where the hell are they?” He asked his voice gruff showing his discomfort.

“Dean relax. She is with Sam he is not going to let anything happen to her. Besides you are going to blow our cover.” I say softly leaning over to whisper in his ear.

All I got as a response was a clinched jaw.

Sighing I moved over putting a seat between us. Being in the back of the room at a small square table kept most eyes off us. The rest of the room was filled with more tables people sitting around them most likely talking about the people at the next table over. At the front of the room was a stage a large curtain behind it. Some holly roller was going to join us and start so charity auction. Her being the perfect target for some higher level demon.

We were here to kill the demon and call it a night. A quote unquote “Easy job” for Dean’s girl .Her supposable wanting to get into the life. Dumbest girl I ever met but then again you know what they say about blondes.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye broke my from my ranting thoughts. Yes I was jealous  but you would be too if you were raised with someone. Seen them die more than once but is still always there for them just to have them always pick someone else.

I was a little surprised to have Dean sitting beside me once again Amber on his other side. I could barely hear him ask her if she was okay.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks from sitting beside me.

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10 Things I Love About You

Title: 10 Things I Love About You

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 924

Warning: Some fluffy colorful smut

A/N: This is for my love @mizzamericnpie


Walking into your room at the bunker your head tilted when you found a mechanic’s style jumpsuit on your bed. There was a small note tucked into the front pocket.

              Put this on and meet me in the woods, there will be ribbons tied on the trees to lead you to the spot. Can’t wait to see you. –Dean

Shrugging into the jumpsuit you headed out to the woods behind the bunker. Bright red ribbons lead you a little way to a clearing. A satchel style bag was in the center.

              Put on the goggles and run!

As soon as the goggles were on a huge splat accompanied the hit between your shoulder blades. Whirling around you saw Dean laughing hysterically. “I told you to run!”

Grabbing a paint filled water balloon out of your bag you hurled it at his stomach, smiling in satisfaction at the loud grunt he let out. “Looks like you better run Winchester!”

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simple advice for the signs

aries: count to ten before reacting

taurus: don’t eat unless you’re hungry

gemini: get to the point in fifteen seconds or less

cancer: realize that it’s not about you, ever

leo: give compliments instead of fishing for them

virgo: finish it first, then go back to make it perfect

libra: if a relationship feels draining, end it and never look back

scorpio: obsess about it until it bores you, then moving on is easy

sagittarius: try really listening, instead of waiting for your turn to speak

capricorn: don’t take anything seriously, ever

aquarius: do things from the heart, not to make yourself look good

pisces: clean your room and shower every day to stay grounded

  • Seungri: you better be careful, because Seunghyun is known for sleeping all over
  • Daesung: wait what?!?!?!
  • Seungri: he fell asleep on the stairs, in the studio, in the practice room, on the rooftop of the building, I even found him sleeping in the cafeteria once

anonymous asked:

Reborn, Mukuro and Xanxus with civillian s/o


~Thanks for the support, Chief~. I hope you like the way this turned out, Anon. (^_^)v

admin Adelheid


He entered the foyer, took off his leather gloves and loosened his tie but only when he was halfway over to the living room did he remember he still had one thing left to do now that he was home.

“I’m home.” He called out quietly.

It went against every instinct he had as a hitman but it was the only thing you requested of him when you agreed to marry him and damned if he was going to make you unhappy because he can’t even do something as simple as this.

He heard your footsteps approach and he waited, already feeling that calm in his soul you always seem to inspire in him whenever you were around. As soon as you saw him his breath caught in his throat at the way your eyes skimmed his form as though looking for some injury.

He had suspected you knew what he did for a living for a while now. He should have known it would be impossible for him to hide such things from you. You have always seen right though him. But he didn’t have the strength to test your love for him at the moment. Not when he could come home to you like this every night. So he pretended to not have noticed; and you pretended to be ignorant. The Mafia an unspoken secret between you both.

Silently he walked toward you to quietly show you he was alright. You fell limp as he placed his arms around you and the both of you inhaled deeply of each other’s scent.

“Welcome home.” You greeted him quietly as you burrowed deeply in his arms.

Reborn couldn’t help but try to swallow the lump in his throat as he held you closer, his heart beating a mile a minute. The emotions you make him feel whenever you acted like this…

It was another thing he needed to get used to. His heart felt too full whenever he held you like this especially after a hit. It sometimes felt as though his heart was going to burst by how full it was with all the emotions you gave him. You are a comfort to him. A cleansing blessing from the sins he had bathed himself with the moment he stepped outside this house where you made him whole.

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked quietly, still unable to let go.

“No,” he replied, kissing your temple gently, running his fingers through your hair and relishing the feel of it. “Let’s just go to bed.”


He watched as the prisoner writhed and drooled at the literal mental torture Mukuro was putting him through. The man was a rat. He had caused the death of several people under the Vongola’s protection. Tsunayoshi had wanted the man to suffer while spilling all his secrets and called Mukuro in to do the job.

Mukuro smirked coldly and decided he would give the man five more minutes before he started questioning him again to see if there were any more rats like him littering within the Vongola.

Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. His eyes widened at the name on the caller id and quickly sealed the man’s lips to shut him up without breaking the torture before he answered the phone.

“Darling?” he purred into the phone. “Is everything alright?”

You smiled on the other line while looking into the fridge. “Hi, honey. I was just wondering if you can make it to dinner tonight.”

Mukuro shot an annoyed glare at the writhing man in front of him before answering you. “Perhaps. I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

“Your boss is sure keeping you busy, huh? Is everything alright with the company?” you replied innocently, taking out a few ingredients out to the marble island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Just a few minor problems with the product launching,” he lied smoothly. He had decided long ago that he was not going to involve you in the dark business of the Mafia. “It’s nothing big but it involves a lot of paperwork.”

“My poor baby,” you tease him over the phone making him grin in delight. “Want me to bring you dinner? I’m making your favorite. I’ll even bring dessert.”

Mukuro felt his mouth water at the salacious innuendo from the offered treat. Sadly, he was going to be down here in the ‘basement’ for a little while longer. “Darling, stop distracting me.”

You laughed so sweetly on the other line that Mukuro couldn’t help but smile too. His heart feeling like it was made of cotton every time he heard that beautiful sound coming from you.

“Fine. Just in case you come home tonight I’ll keep some leftovers in the fridge. Don’t overwork, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

“I love you.”

Mukuro had to swallow the lump in his throat as his breath caught at the words. His mind briefly wondering how on earth he became so lucky as he responded a little hoarsely. “I love you.”

As soon as he hung up the phone he removed the illusion stopping his captive from making any more noises. It annoyed him now that he had to spend time with this stubborn creature when he could have been at home, having dinner and making love to his sweet wife.

“Alright now,” he finally stopped the illusion scrambling the man’s brains and the prisoner panted as he glared at the blue haired Mist user. “I’m still being generous. You can make this easy for the both of us if you tell me what I want to know.”

The prisoner responded by spitting at Mukuro’s shoes. The same shoes you had painstakingly cleaned and worked to a shine this morning before you yourself had gone off to work. The smile on the illusionist’s face turned from cold to absolutely sadistic. It made the man want to puke out his intestines in terror.

“Very well,” Mukuro sat back in his chair, legs crossed and arms relaxed in the chair’s arms. “Have it your way then.”


Xanxus dismissed your hidden bodyguards with a jerk of his head when he picked you up from the office that evening. Said bodyguard for the day rejoined his officers on a distant rooftop, carefully eyeing the perimeter as he picked you up from the building’s lobby.

“Really, Xanxus, you’re being weird. What is this all about?”

He said nothing as he led you into the sitting room. He had it all planned out today.

He picked you up from work and then took you out to eat at your favorite restaurant. Never mind that it was just an average diner that luckily had private booths for customers who wanted some privacy and served a mean combo of chicken wings and fries. He held you close as the both of you walked home together, trusting that Squalo and his men would keep any problems at bay.

And now this.

He was pretty sure you were going to like it but he still couldn’t help the little knot in his stomach as he led you into the room where he showed you a nice, comfortable chair within touching distance from his own.

Your gasp of pleasure and the naked delight on your face made his heart want to fly up into the air and dance. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone of course.

“Oh, Xanxus…” you approached the chair and ran your delicate fingers over it as though it was made of glass. “You remembered…!”

“Hn,” he grunted as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching you sit in the chair and hug a cushioned arm as though it were a stuffed toy. “I was sick of you mourning over that stupid chair.”

“Hey!” you pouted up at him. “I loved that chair!”

“It was butt ugly and smelled like Levi’s feet. It belonged to the trash.”

“A~HA! So you did burn it up on purpose!”

Xanxus gave you a stubborn scowl. “I should get a goddamn medal for burning that piece of shit up.”

You sigh as you leaned back against the comfortable chair. It was hard getting mad when you feel as though you were sitting on a cloud. So you gave up. “Xanxus, honey? I would argue that you had no sentimentality if you hadn’t just gotten me this perfect, perfect present. Thank you.”

His lip twitched into a semblance of a smile before walking over to his chair; his long legs knocking with yours as he did so. “Yeah.”

Your smile turned sweet and loving and Xanxus couldn’t stop himself from staring.  He wondered if he would ever get tired of staring at you.

“Now then, speaking of presents, I guess it’s my turn now,” and then your smile turned wicked as you stood up and―much to Xanxus’ surprise and excitement― started slowly, sensuously take your dress off revealing a delicious set of new lingerie exclusively for his eyes to see. “Happy anniversary, my love…”

Title: Strawberry Pie

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I love feedback! Love it, hate it. Yolo

Word Count: 3,672

You twisted the last piece of hair into place, securing it with a bobby pin. You had finished getting ready in record time; looking in the mirror you smiled, satisfied with the final result. What you were getting ready for however, was a mystery to you. Morgan had called you a few hours earlier; telling you to be ready at 7:00 and the two of you would be going ‘somewhere nice’.

His latest road trip had kept him out of town for the past 9 days and he was scheduled to be arriving home late this afternoon. He was usually exhausted after being out of town for so long and the two of you would spend his first day back lazing around; you were excited for a change of pace.

You walked to the living room and curled onto the sofa pulling a book off the coffee table as you waited for Morgan. You glanced at the clock on the wall, only 30 minutes until he picked you up. You started reading but were soon distracted by thoughts of Morgan. You smiled, remembering how the two of you had met 3 years ago…

About 3 weeks after arriving in Toronto, you were working the overnight shift at a local diner. The move had drained your savings; so on top of your full time job, you decided to pick up some night and weekend shifts at the George Street diner.  The diner emptied as the clock hit 3:00 am; your coworker decided to go outside for a smoke break, leaving you alone in the empty eatery. You glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing you had another 3 hours of your shift left. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since dinner. Your eyes settled on the illuminated dessert case; after a moment of careful contemplation you pulled the strawberry pie out of the case and cut yourself a slice. Standing behind the counter you had just shoved a forkful of pie in your mouth when the bell on the door jingled and a handsome man, dressed in a suit, walked into the diner. He surveyed the room, taking in the empty booths and stools. Struggling to choke down your mouthful of pie, you watched as he walked towards you, taking a seat at the counter in front of you, and smiled.

“Hi. I’m so sorry.” You said, quickly stashing the remaining dessert under the counter, out of the sight. “Can I get you anything to drink?” you asked, sliding him a menu.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” He smiled. “Could I get a cup of decaf coffee?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” You said, scurrying over to the coffee pots, filling a mug and returning to him. You slid the dish of sugar and creamers towards him as he glanced over the menu. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll take your order. I’ll be really easy to find.” You joked.

He grinned at you before asking, “What were you eating when I walked in here? It looked good.”

“Strawberry pie; the owner makes it fresh every day. It’s amazing.” You said.

“I’ll take slice of the strawberry pie then.” He said; you turning to cut another slice. “And please, join me.” He said gesturing to the empty counter space in front of him.

You set the pie and fork down in front of him. “Oh, no. I’m not supposed to eat in front of customers.” You said shaking your head.

“Who’s gonna find out?” he questioned, spinning around on his stool. Your gaze followed his as he looked at all the empty seats. “I won’t tell. I promise.” He said as his stool came to a stop, facing you once again.

You bit your lip, thinking. Going against your goody-goody nature, you pulled your plate and fork from under the counter, taking another bite. You chewed for a moment, taking him I as he dug into his slice. His hair was tidy, his suit crisp. Usually the customers you had at this time of night were not so carefully put together.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here at this time of night in such a nice suit?” you asked.

“I work for the Maple Leafs.” He responded simply. “Hosted a fancy charity event tonight; had to look like a gentlemen to convince the old, rich folks to fork out the cash for a good cause.” He said, cutting into his pie with the side of his fork. You chuckled as he continued. “The meal was one of those $10,000 per table things; lots of tiny, weird food that people pretend they like but only so they seem impressive to other rich people.” He finished, taking a bite of pie.

“So you’re here because you’re opposed to tiny, weird food?” You laugh.

“Oh yeah, I got distracted; this pie is really, really good.” He said, swallowing. “The fancy food sucked, so I needed sustenance for the ride home. Otherwise I may have starved… to death.” He concluded dramatically, popping the last of the crust into his mouth.

“Oh, wow. Glad to know I was able to save your life with a single slice of pie.” You said.

“I owe you a huge debt.” He said, bowing in his seat. “I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked.

“(Y/N)” You stated, as he extended his hand to shake yours.

“Very nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Morgan.” He said as he stood; his empty plate in front of him. “Thank you for the pie and the company.” He said as he dropped at $10 bill on the counter, turning and walking to the exit, the door jingling as he pushed it open.

“If you ever need a pie recommendation again, I’ll be here.” You replied as he waved goodbye, the door falling shut behind him.

He came in a few more times throughout the next few weeks, always ordering a slice of strawberry pie. After six months of seeing him come bustling in and out of the diner, he asked for your phone number. You started causally dating, not sure of where your relationship was heading, until one night he knocked on your door after a particularly rough loss to Detroit; two slices of strawberry pie in hand. The two of you talked through the early hours of the morning. As the exhaustion of the day set in, Morgan laid all his cards on the table. He wanted you, only you. The thought of you being with other guys was tearing at him from the inside.  He needed you to know how he felt. The rest was pretty much history. It was only a few more days until you were being introduced as his girlfriend.

You jumped off the sofa when you heard the knock on the door. You pulled it open, revealing a smiling Morgan dressed in a navy suit, looking as handsome as ever. He was holding a bouquet of pink lilies, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.” he smiled as he handed you the flowers, stepping into the apartment.

“I’m so glad you’re back.“ you mumbled, engulfing him in a hug. His strong arms wrapped around you, careful not to crush the lilies that were trapped between the two of you. You breathed him in, the familiar scent of his cologne surrounding you.

"Me, too. At least we have a full week before the next trip.” he pulled back slightly, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“So where are we headed?” you asked, stepping back, your lilies in hand.

“Can’t tell you; it’s a surprise.” He said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

You turned to the kitchen, pulling out a vase and filling it with water before carefully arranging the lilies. “You’re really not going to tell me?” you said as he leaned against the wall, smiling as he watched you.

“Nope, not gonna ruin the surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.” Morgan responded.

“Morgan, you know I don’t like surprises!” you laughed as you walked over to him, rising to your toes to kiss him gently.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll like this one.” he smiled. “I know what you’re trying to do, your kisses won’t break me!” declared, turning to walk into the living room.

“Can you at least tell me if I’m properly dressed for the occasion?” you asked as you followed him into the living room, modeling the simple dress you had chosen for the evening. “I mean, you look like you could be on a runway right now and I don’t want to look like I’m headed to my first communion.”

“You look beautiful, babe. Perfect.” he laughed. He walked over to the closet, pulling out your coat. “Ready to go?” he asked as he held it up; you turning around slipping your arms in the sleeves as Morgan lifted it over your shoulders.

“I guess so.” You said, slipping your hand into his as you pulled him out the door. “Even though I don’t know where we’re going.” You said; flashing him your best pouty face as you locked the door behind you.

“My lips are sealed, woman. Stop trying to crack me!” he laughed as you walked out to his car, noticing him tug on his right earlobe, something he only did when he was nervous.

“For all the secrecy, this had better be worth it.” you smirked, as he held the car door open for you before heading around to the driver’s side. The sun was beginning to set as he pulled onto the road. You were surprised when he made a left turn, instead of heading into downtown Toronto; he was heading in the opposite direction. You glanced over at him; seemingly sensing your question before you asked Morgan simply stated “Heading to this place out toward London.” Satisfied with his answer you nodded; Morgan reaching over the center console, pulling your hand from you lap and lacing his fingers through yours. You smiled; happy to be close to him, happy to have him home.

Being with Morgan was absolutely worth all the time you spent apart; but even after dating for the past 3 years, it didn’t get any easier when he had to go on the road. His homecomings were always sweet, but with the looming sadness of knowing he’d be gone again in a matter of days. Morgan lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin before settling your entwined hands back on his thigh. You chatted about your job, how the road trip went, what to get his mom for her upcoming birthday, and the upcoming charity event you’d be attending for the Leafs. The longer you drove the more you noticed the unease in Morgan’s body language. He was chewing on his lip and still pulling on his right earlobe.

“Morgan, are you alright?” you finally asked. “Yeah (Y/N), I’m fine. Just been on planes so much the past few days, all the sitting is making me restless.” he responded quickly. “You don’t have to worry – shit.” the last of his sentence was cut off as car engine sputtered. Morgan slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, just as the engine died. “Fuck.” Morgan muttered under his breath.

He popped the hood before getting out of the driver’s seat and walking to the front of car. As good as he was at so many things; you knew one thing he was not was a mechanic. You waited a few minutes in the passenger’s seat, hearing a few clicks and bangs before sliding out of the car and walking to the front of the car to stand with Morgan. “I can call a tow service or AAA.” you offered.

“That’ll take too long, babe.” he sighed. “We have to get to town for your surprise.” he muttered, struggling to check the coolant and oil levels in the dark.

“It’s not like either of us are car experts. I know you have plans, but if we miss a reservation or something it’s okay.” you stated, shoving your hands in your coat pockets, looking under the hood.

“It’s not okay! I’ve had these plans set up for a while now, and we need to arrive on time.” he said, the frustration evident in his voice. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over the engine and air filter before emitting a large sigh.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Unless you’ve taken up learning car mechanics in your free time, there’s not.” he responded flatly, throwing his hand up in exasperation.

You walked back to the passenger’s seat, knowing that there was nothing you could do except wait for Morgan to calm down and call a tow service. You heard him yell “FUCK!” before slamming the hood of the car down. You watched as leaned against the front of the car, his back to you, and pulled his cell from his pocket, punching something into his phone.

You sighed, popping the glove compartment open; you rummaged through the contents to find the manual. Knowing there was nothing you could actually do to help the current state of the car; it would at least make you feel like you were doing something productive. Finding the manual, you struggled to free it from the other items in the glove compartment. As you pulled the manual out, an assortment of other items fell to the ground. You set the manual on the dash as you cleaned up your mess. Reaching down you put away a fallen flashlight, a pen, a screwdriver, and small cloth bag. Curious, you opened the bag; revealing a small box. After a moment of examination you realized it was a jewelry box; more specifically, a ring box. Your breath caught in your throat, knowing you shouldn’t open it, but you couldn’t help yourself. You cracked open the box, revealing beautiful ring; the large diamond in the center was surrounded by a series of smaller stones. You almost dropped it when you heard the driver’s side door open. Looking up, Morgan stared at you, his mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have opened it.” you whispered looking over at him. “Is this why you were so adamant about getting to wherever we were going on time?”

“Uh, yeah. Um… I had a bunch of stuff set up, but now with the car… and you finding the ring, it doesn’t really matter anymore.” he said, the nerves evident in his voice.

“I hope it still matters, Mo.” You said, watching Morgan play nervously with his tie.

“Of course it stills matters, but the reservation and other stuff I set up are wasted.” He sighed, slipping into the driver’s seat and closing the door. Facing forward, you watched as he swallowed hard, trying to calm himself down. “I wanted this to be the most special moment of your life.”

“Babe, it will be the most special moment of my life.” You said, reaching over, resting your hand on his thigh. “I appreciate the effort behind it, but it would have been special any way or anywhere you chose to ask me.”

“But babe you deserve something better than getting proposed to on my front porch after a trip to Olive Garden.” He sighed, leaning his head against headrest.

“What you think I deserve isn’t important right now. What I want is what matters; and what I want is to be with you. Forever. That’s what matters; not where you propose. It could at a 5 star restaurant or behind a dumpster and I’d be happy.” you reached up, gently turning his face to yours. “And what’s wrong with Olive Garden? How can you go wrong with unlimited breadsticks?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.

He smirked at you and rolled his eyes. “If all you want is me and unlimited breadsticks, this marriage thing is going to be easier than I thought.” he grinned. “So, now what? I mean, you’re holding the ring.”

“You could ask me now. Then you can stop tugging on your earlobe.” You grinned.

“You know what; I have an idea.” He said after a moment.  “It’s something you can tell your family about without mentioning the part where I don’t know how to fix a car.” He said reaching over and taking the ring box from your hands and slipping it into pocket.

Headlights came into view behind you, watching as the tow truck pulled in front of you. Morgan jumped out of the car, motioning for you to stay put, he walked over to the driver. Jake showed him something on his phone and spoke to him for a few moments before walking over the car and opening the door for you. You climbed out, watching as the tow truck driver hooked Jake’s car onto the pulley system, lifting it onto the back of the truck.

“Alright, she’s ready to go.” The driver said, motioning to the passenger side door.

You glanced at Morgan. “When you tell this part of the story, just tell people it was a limo, eh?” he glanced down at you hopefully as he walked you over to the truck, pulling the door open for you.

“Got it.” You grinned, stepping up into the truck, Morgan’s hands wrapping around your waist, giving you a boost into the high seat. He pulled himself up behind you, closing the door. The ride back to into Toronto was silent, the hour late. You were getting tired, your eyes falling closed, your head on Morgan’s shoulder. Soon, Morgan was gently shaking you awake.

“Babe, we’re here.” He whispered softly as you awoke. He helped you out of the truck, thanking the driver and making arrangements for the repairs. You yawned, taking in your surroundings properly. You looked across the street, there it was, the George Street Diner. You heard the tow truck pulling away as Morgan stepped beside you, placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you into the diner. “Pick a good table for us.” He said as he walked to the counter, speaking with the waitress.

You sat at the corner booth, the best table to watch what was happening out on the street. You smiled as you looked around, remembering how much you loved this place. You hadn’t been back much since you had left; after you had gotten back on your feet you had quit to focus on your full time job and to spend more time with Morgan. You slipped off your coat, putting it beside you in the booth as Morgan came back, slipping into the seat across from you. A waitress followed shortly after, setting down two cups of coffee.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, crossing his arms on the table.

“Go for it.” You replied.

“I hate pie.” He admitted. “The only reason I got pie here the night we met was because you recommend it. I didn’t want you to walk away and take my order to the kitchen, so I ordered pie so I could sit and talk with you.” He said sheepishly.

“Mo, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  You said laughing as you reached across the table, grabbing his hand. “You ordered a slice of pie every single time you came in here after that night.”

“Yeah, but by that time it felt like tradition and I wanted you to know I valued your dessert opinions.” He said smirking.

You laughed as the waitress came back, this time with two pieces of strawberry pie. Setting a plate in front of each of you, she nodded at Morgan before walking away.

“Morgan, after all this time, you finally confess that you hate pie and you got yourself a slice anyway?” you said looking at the giant piece of strawberry pie sitting in front of him.

“I told you, it’s a tradition.” He shrugged, grabbing the fork off his plate and taking a huge bite. “It’s not so bad.”

You grabbed your fork, about to break through the top layer of crust, when you noticed the ring perched on top of your slice of pie. You smiled, looking up as Morgan slid out of the booth, coming to kneel beside you.

He reached onto the table, resting his hand over yours as he took a deep breath. “(Y/N), when I walked into this diner 3 years ago, I had no idea I would find the love of a lifetime. The life you’ve chosen to live with me isn’t an easy one. My schedule, my friends, my job; nothing in my life has ever been consistent; but the one thing that’s remained constant over the past 3 years has been my love for you. You love me, you support me, you take care of me; and I want to keep doing the same for you, for the rest of my life. (Y/N), will you marry me?” he asked, nervously, his blue eyes gazing into yours.

“Mo, of course I’ll marry you.” You grinned, blinking hard as tears threatened to spill. Watching as he plucked the ring off your slice of pie. “I don’t know what your initial plan was, babe, but it couldn’t have been more perfect that this.” You said, as he slipped the ring on your finger, tears rolling down your smiling face. Morgan slipped into the booth beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.  Looking down at the ring that now adorned your finger; you smiled as you looked back up at Morgan. His thumb gently brushed the tears off your cheek, he pressed his mouth to yours, the taste of strawberry still on his lips.  

“I love you, (Y/N).” he said breathlessly as he pulled away from you a few moments later.

“I love you.” You smiled.

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Chivalry gets a bad rap on this site, so here are some chivalrous things I love that don’t include paying for things:

- When a man offers you his arm to hold.
- Or opens the door for you - bonus if it’s a car door.
- When he helps you with your jacket/coat.
- When he pulls your chair out.
- If he stands up when you come into the room.
- When he lends you his coat or hoodie because you’re cold.
- When he’s incredibly polite to your parents.
- And comes to the door to collect you instead of waiting in the car.
- When he asks permission to date/marry you.

Feel free to add some more.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I wanted to say that I think this blurb night's twist is super interesting and fun!! Also could I request a world war era solider blurb with Remus please? Maybe something about his girl will always wait for him to come home? Thanks so much!! Can't wait to read what you have in store for us :)

Thank you! Hope you like it!


You and Remus swayed gently to soft static-laced music drifting through the living room.

Your face was buried in the crook of his neck as you tried to memorize his scent. The way he always smelled like chocolate and old books. A hint of cheap cologne lingering on his skin. 

“What are you thinking about, love?” Remus asked softly.

“You,” you murmured, your words warm against his skin. “Whether you’ll come back to me or not.”

“Hey,” he hushed, a finger lifting your chin so that your eyes would meet his. “I’ll always come back to you.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, your voice wavering. Remus had become easily the most important person in your life and the thought of him going off to war was almost too much for you to bear. 

He gave you a charming, boyish grin, the one that had you falling head over heels for him from the moment you first encountered it. 

“Nothing can keep me away from you. Not bullets. Or grenades. Definitely not this fucking war. Nothing, you hear me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, a small smile gracing your face. 

“I promise, (Y/N), I will come back to you,” he assured, pressing his chapped lips to yours. 

You melted into him and relished in the familiar taste of his minty breath. 

“You better, Lupin,” you breathed against his mouth. 

He pulled away briefly before assaulting your cheeks with chaste kisses which led to a symphony of bell-like giggles leaving your lips. 

Originally posted by dysmorfofobia

BTS Reaction To You Giving Them a Lap Dance While The Other Members Are Around

Namjoon: “WHy is she doing this oh no ok,”he thought as he looked down trying to avoid the members stares.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Taehyung: “Wait until we get home,”he whispered in your ear as the other members were laughing at him.

Originally posted by taedamn

Hoseok: Hoseok would probably dance for you too not really caring if the members were paying attention to you two hoping they would leave.

Originally posted by osyub

Jin: “I think you two need to leave I need to discuss some things with (Y/N),”he said as he quickly shooed the two members. 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook: He would first be confused but quickly catching on as he tried pushing you away. “Not in front of my hyungs wait until we get home.”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Yoongi: *Smug af* he wouldn’t even care.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin: After he quietly moaned his eyes would go wide and he’d be so embarrassed realizing that the others were in the room as he tried hiding away from them.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Why is he afraid of love?

A frustrated thought that occurs to Dorian after he’s become comfortable enough to call it what it is. Love. He loves the Bull, he’s in love with the Bull, say it ad nauseam to get it out of the system and dealt with. Like a noble with a funny name, repeat it enough times in your room before the festivities so you don’t snort while giving the speech. Love Bull while eating a sub-par breakfast, love Bull while counting the coins in your purse, love Bull when he’s particularly hard to love in his frustrating way – he thinks he knows everything, doesn’t he?

Love him when he’s kissing you and you know he’s afraid of loving you.

Love him then, especially then.

Oh, but it aches, to finally be in love with someone where it could all work out, maybe, without family names to spoil it all. Without names at all, really – Hissrad wasn’t a name, the Iron Bull isn’t a name. Who is this man, anyway?

He calls himself a weapon, a tool, but then again, he’s been known to lie. He makes your heart flutter with what many would call the too-honest truth (a spy with no concept of too-much-information), but who can really believe any of it?

Love isn’t too soft for him. You’ve seen the way he fawns over blush-colored metals and tiny flowers embroidered into tablecloths. You’ve seen him walking to Cole, more skittish than a halla in moonlight. His hands have been all over you, his words have been inside you, he’s not as harsh as he thinks…

What does one do, then, if the one you love (really love, not the kind that’s smoothed over in two weeks’ time) is afraid to love you, too? The feeling’s not going away.

He wouldn’t have led you on like this, right? He gives people what they want, surely, but this wouldn’t be healthy otherwise. He smiles when you say “I love you” but he doesn’t say it back. The curve of his mouth twitches with uncertainty, but there’s a two syllable k-word that never comes out.

For a man who’s so sure of himself that he’s willing to keep arguing even when he’s wrong – (“We’ve passed this tree four times already, we need to turn left!” “You can turn left, I’m going to keep this way.”) – he must want to be with you. He must.

He must. And in his way, in his time, he will tell you.

He will.

Perierat et Inventus est (9)

Bucky x Steve 

OCxNatasha Romanoff


Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning, dubious medical procedures.

A/N: this one just rolled right out, it was awesome. I just love it when that happens <3

“When a client hires us, they expect professionalism. Sure, they also expect devotion and maybe us to go a little further than door to door protection” Fury paces back and forth calmly, intimidatingly so.

He summoned Natasha and Bucky, for what would undoubtedly entailed a firm talking to and maybe even suspension. He wasn’t all too happy when they told him they weren’t available, and if he needed them, they could be found at the Stark tower. So, here they were. In an office provided by Tony Stark, while Javen and Steve waited in the lavishly-modern furnished living room, along with Bruce, while Clint was somewhere up high, scoping the area around the tower. He wasn’t too happy about being in the middle of Manhattan. Too busy, a lot of people to watch, and too many for hostiles to hide amongst. Though, he had to admit, the tower’s defences and security were impeccable. No one even made it up the steps way down below him, before being stopped and asked to identify themselves by one of the huge men Tony has on his security staff.

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