this place is not as fancy as i imagined

Dunkirk Crush.

Request: Harry and Y/N, who works on the Dunkirk set, have quite the crush on each other. 

“I’m going to need you to sit still, Fionn.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at a fidgeting Fionn who sat in a chair, you applying the black paint on his face that would look like oil in the next scene they were filming.

“The brush is tickling me, Y/N.” He said, chuckling.

“Almost done.” You muttered, focusing on your work. “Where’s Harry? He’s next.”

“Last time I saw him was two hours ago when you both were checking each other out by the trailers.”

You blushed, rolling your eyes. “We weren’t checking each other out.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.” Fionn said sarcastically. You made a face at him before stepping back and putting your brush down.

“We’re done. Now shoo, Whitehead.”

“So you can get to your favourite part, huh?” He smirked, standing up.

You flipped him the bird before putting your hand on your hip. “Call Harry in for me?”

“Harry! Oh prince Harry!” In a high pitch, Fionn called out, making his way out of the dressing and makeup room where you stood.

Harry looked at Fionn who was ready already for the scene who walked towards him, “Your turn, Romeo.”

Harry chuckled, pointing his index finger warningly at his new friend, “Told you not to call me that.”

“I promise I won’t when you ask her out.” Fionn wiggled his eyebrows at him.

“Ask who? Y/N?” Jack asked, taking a bite of his sandwich as he walked towards the pair.

Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes yet didn’t make an effort to deny.

Fionn nodded at Jack who instantly grinned, looking at Harry. “It’s about time, Styles!”

“To do what?” Tom Glynn asked, already clothed in his burgundy sweater.

“Ask Y/N out, get married, have ki-“

“Well excuse me, I have to go to makeup right now.” Harry said with a smile, aware of the teasing he was going to receive as he walked past his co-stars who hollered with encouraging chants and some whistles.

“Break a leg, Styles!” Was what he heard before he knocked on the dressing room’s door, hearing a faint “Come in”

Your head turned towards the person who opened the door, seeing Harry letting himself inside before locking the door. You’d think that after a year of filming and seeing Harry in the military uniform you’d get used to it but that wasn’t the case as seeing him in his uniform still makes your breath hitch in your throat.

“Hi.” Harry grinned, approaching you.

With a giggle, you replied. “Hi.”

Harry pointed at the vacant chair and you nodded, watching as he sat. You turned, beginning to dip your brush in the paint. “How was your day off yesterday?” Harry asked.

“Much needed and very appreciated,” You chuckled. “I tried this sushi place with my little niece, went on an IKEA date with my little brother and went to a small friends reunion at night.”

“You wore yourself out, didn’t you?” Harry laughed lightly, making you join and agree.

“It was eventful.” You looked at him, stepping closer and ignoring the rapid thumping of your heart. “Ready?”

“Colour me.” He closed his eyes with a smile. He looked so aesthetic, you almost didn’t feel like you want to put any colour on his sculpted face. You began gently and slightly covering the areas on his face with the black paint.

“Can’t believe we’re finishing in a month.” You said quietly.

“What are you doing after that? I don’t think you told me.” Harry said with his eyes still closed but still supporting a warm smile.

“I think I’m going to go on a well-earned vacation for a while then just pick what life throws at me. Think I have some offers from people that I need to look at.”

Harry hummed, “Where do you plan on going?”

“Jamaica. I’ve been dying to go there ever since I was a kid.”

Harry opened his eyes, now grinning. “I went there!” He said excitedly.

You gasped, backing a little. “Oh my God, I remember you telling me you did. You have to recommend some places for me.”

“Actually,” Harry cleared his throat, sitting up. “I was considering going there for a week after we’re done with the promo stuff. Before I start my tour.”

You grinned, “Hey, maybe we can fly there together. I’m only going with a couple of my friends and I’m staying for two weeks.”

“Fuck yes!” Harry shouted instantly before his eyes widened, shaking his head, “I mean- I mean I’d love that.”

You giggled. You set your brush down, looking at the black paint on Harry’s cheek. “I need to spread that, do you, uh, mind if I use my hands?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Work your magic, Y/N.”

Nervously and slowly, your hand touched his cheek.

Harry couldn’t fight how hot his body felt. His forest green eyes looking at your eyes which were trained on spreading the paint on his face so softly. Deciding to take the fact that your eyes weren’t looking at his to his advantage, Harry took in all the details. The faint scar on your face, the curled lashes and just how kissable your lips looked.  

Feeling his eyes on you, you gulped, fighting the urge to place your lips on his.

“Y/N?” It was almost a whisper that fell from his lips.

You hummed in reply, your eyes finally looking at his.

“Is it okay if I kiss you? I can’t wait until Jamaica.” He asked quietly, shaking the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Instead of a verbal reply, you placed your craving lips on his. Harry’s arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pushing you towards him to place you on his lap.

Molding lips moved in sync and it was nothing like the either of you imagined; it felt unexplainably natural. It felt familiar and loving.

You both pulled away slowly, eyes still closed. Harry smiled, leaning to peck your lips a few more times which made you giggle.

“Do you have any idea how bad I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since I saw you?” Harry smiled softly, his hand moving up to your cheek.

“As a matter of fact, I might have an idea.” You smiled back at him, leaning towards his soft touch. “We still need to finish that paint.”

Harry chuckled, nodding. “Not letting you get up, though.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at you.

And so, you spent the time on his lap, working on his face as you both talked about your Jamaican plans.

“Fancy going on a date with me? That sushi place you mentioned earlier?” Harry smirked, his strong arms holding you.

“Depends on who is asking me. Harry or Alex?” You smiled teasingly.

“Harry. Always Harry.”

“Then yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

Needless to say, the cast was a wave of teasing and congratulations upon seeing the exchange of lips locking throughout the day.

Lost My Way. (Tom Holland.)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Requested – No. This is like my comeback, I’m also sorry if it sucks ass.

Prompt – Famous actor Tom Holland has been in the film industry for years now after making it big as Spiderman and he loses himself along the way.

Warning – Douchebag!Tom. Angst. Fluff at the end.  

Words – 2,097.


The flashing lights headed towards Tom’s direction as he stood along the red carpet with his hand around his costar’s waist. He looked in her direction and noticed the smile on her face was fake. Almost everyone has a fake smile around the paparazzi and it was rare to find someone actually enjoying it. There once was a time when Tom could genuinely smile in front of cameras but that time is long gone.

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Into The Woods (Grayson)



“Are we almost there?“ Grayson groaned in the passenger seat beside you, tilting his head to rest against the glass window of your Jeep Wrangler.

"Five more minutes.” You huffed, gripping the steering wheel a little harder than normal. You hated overly long drives as much as the next person but a whiny boyfriend didn’t make it any better. It was no secret that Grayson was almost incapable of sitting still for more than five minutes at a time so you could imagine one’s frustration during a five hour long car ride.

“I’m sorry.” Grayson sighed, slumping back in his seat. He sensed your frustration. “I just wanna get out of this car.”

You nodded in agreement as you approached a long, snowy, dirt road leading to the cabin tucked away in the woods. You were thankful for your grandma loaning you the place for the week even if it wasn’t anything fancy. It was cute and quaint but that was as far as it went. It was certainly not as nice as the Dolan cabin in Colorado but unfortunately it was being renovated so you would have to settle.

“I think we’ll have fun. You know…“ A smile played at his lips when you caught what he was throwing. "It’s nice that it’s just us this weekend. No Ethan.”

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'A Wrinkle in Time' first look: Oprah Winfrey, Reese Witherspoon, Mindy Kaling, and more

The clock ticks, time bends, space shifts, and Oprah is your planet-hopping tour guide through all of it. Consider that your intro-level education to A Wrinkle in Time, Disney’s upcoming fantasy epic about an ordinary teenager named Meg (newcomer Storm Reid) who’s whisked on a cosmic adventure to find her missing scientist father (Chris Pine) with the help of three chimerical celestial beings who help her “wrinkle” time and space: philosophizing Mrs. Who (Mindy Kaling), inquisitive Mrs. Whatsit (Reese Witherspoon), and wizened Mrs. Which (Oprah Winfrey).

EW has an exclusive first look at the film, due in theaters March 9, 2018. (Check out even more images in the full gallery here.)

Director Ava DuVernay, fresh off of heavy projects like the civil rights drama Selma and her criminal-justice exposé 13th, was drawn to dabble in uncharted sci-fi territory upon discovering author Madeline L’Engle’s novel as an adult. DuVernay hadn’t read the novel — “I went to school in Compton and it wasn’t on my reading list,” she jokes — but the director, for whom time and energy on any project is a precious investment to say something, was impressed with the progressive ideas that L’Engle buried in her beloved 1962 novel. “I saw so much beauty in it, but also so much meaning. She’s a very radical thinker and she embedded her sense of what society should and could be in this piece, and a lot of it I agree with,” says DuVernay. “And through that, the story of this girl saving the world and being out there in the universe slaying the darkness, it also says a lot about slaying our own dragons.”

Two key elementsconvinced DuVernay that Wrinkle, with its script by Oscar winner Jennifer Lee (Frozen), was worth investigating when Disney proposed the idea. “The first image [I had in my head] was to place a brown girl in that role of Meg, a girl traveling to different planets and encountering beings and situations that I’d never seen a girl of color in,” she explains. “All of those scenes struck my fancy, and then it was also something that [Disney VP of production] Tendo Nagenda said to me, which I’ll never forget. One of the things that really made me want to read it was when he said, ‘Ava, imagine what you would do with the worlds.’ Worlds! ‘Planets no one’s ever seen or heard of,’ he said. There aren’t any other black women who have been invited to imagine what other planets in the universe might look and feel like. I was interested in that and in a heroine that looked like the girls I grew up with.”

DuVernay plucked 14-year-old Reid from thousands of hopefuls across the country to play teen protagonist Meg, who travels the cosmos with her younger brother, Charles Wallace (Deric McCabe), and unlocks her inner warrior along the way. “She’s got the sweetest, warmest heart, and all that I saw every day was just a further blossoming of the good that is Storm Reid,” the director gushes. “She’s appropriately named. She’s a force.” Gugu Mbatha-Raw and Chris Pine play Meg’s parents, two world-renowned physicists, the latter of whom disappears under mysterious circumstances. “Chris is the first full-on heart-throb type of actor that I’ve ever worked with,” DuVernay notes. “That’s how the world sees him. But I always just saw a damn good actor. I saw Z for Zachariah and Hell or High Water, and I just knew I wanted him because I saw, that dude’s got chops.”

To accompany Meg on her interplanetary journey, DuVernay recruited three world-class actresses to inhabit what are perhaps the best remembered parts of A Wrinkle in Time — the magical trio of eccentric guides, whom DuVernay describes as “three Mrs. Doubtfires.” The director saw an immediate casting opportunity to expand upon the literary archetype of three wise women and rise to her own personal challenge in pushing this film past what could be construed as traditional limits. “My whole process with this film was, what if? With these women, I wondered, could we make them women of different ages, body types, races? Could we bring in culture, bring in history in their costumes? And in the women themselves, could we just reflect a fuller breadth of femininity?”

First up was Mindy Kaling, who plays the enlightened Mrs. Who. “I wanted a black Mrs., a white Mrs., and a Mrs. that was not either, and Mindy was the first one that came to mind. I feel like we don’t talk about a lot of the other colors and cultures enough, and Mindy is so beautiful to me. Her character is one that, in her costumes and in working with Mindy, we wanted to bring in a remix of styles and cultures and customs from around the world. She was a real partner in that. She was working with two legends, but I think she’s a legend in the making in terms of what she does and being a fresh voice as a comedic actress.”

Reese Witherspoon plays Mrs. Whatsit, the youngest of the three celestials, “clocking in at a prepubescent 60 million,” laughs DuVernay. “I was looking for that innocence, that thing Reese plays so well, but also that great power and precision, and funny. The character has so much funny going on, you really need someone who’s proven and who’s done a bit of it all, and that’s Reese. It was so lucky that she was a fan of the book and wanted to come play with me.”

Guiding Who and Whatsit is the most legendary guru of all: Oprah Winfrey, who plays Mrs. Which, a powerful sage with a knack for materialization. “I mean, when you’re trying to cast the wisest woman in the world, what’s the question? You go and you call her and you’re glad that you have her number on speed dial,” DuVernay beams. “[The character] is so much of what she teaches and shared through her shows over the years, through her magazine and OWN, about owning your light and conquering darkness and how we have to power ourselves through this life in a certain way and look out for each other. She dropped into the character so well, but it’s also Oprah. When we see her in Henrietta Lacks, she’s not Oprah to me. When I saw her in The Butler, she became Gloria to me. But in this, because of the things that Mrs. Which says, her Oprah-ness is really helpful.”


(Not requested by anyone, I started writing a different imagine but ended up writing this instead. Yolo.)


It was a beautiful city in Italy and you were lucky enough to land yourself a job smack dab in the center.

It was a secretary position, nothing fancy but it wasn’t the position that mattered, it was the place.You were going to be a secretary in a castle.

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anonymous asked:

at ur huge movie after party, harry accidentally announces ur sortaa private relationship with him cuz he was a lil' tipsy and he doesnt know how the world finds out the next day, akudirnqiaofiwnf

Girl, I found this concept hilarious, I’m sure that baby duck would be in that level of clumsy lmao. 

It is hot in the fancy club. Warm lights are travelling all over the place, enlivening the atmosphere. The loud music swallows all the murmur formed by the conversations being held in each and every corner of the crowded room.

And Harry is taking part in one of them.

He’s been buzzing all night, happy because you are happy. Seeing you light up the room with your smile gives him the greatest bliss, which can only be dimmed by the distance from where he has to stare at it. He can only think about how bad he wants to congratulate you for your success in the form of a passionate kiss, not caring about anyone seeing you; but for the sake of the relationship, he has to limit to just watch you blush at the thousand compliment of the night from the distance.

The heat in the room makes the glasses of cold champagne running around the constraints of the club appetising all of a sudden. His eyes close in pleasure when he feels the cool liquor run down the pipe of his throat, satisfying his needs and marking his system with perky touches.

He soon becomes addicted to the feeling. Glass after glass, the alcohol starts to take over his system, making him the most talkative person in the room.

“Mate, m’girl looks amazing tonight, doesn’t she?” He babbles, pointing at you.

“Sorry, who?” The man he’s just become best friends with asks him, interested.

“Y/n. Tha’ red dress looks great on her” He drags a high-pitched chuckle.

“Uhm… yeah, I guess?”

“I’m so proud o’ her. She’s worked her socks off for this film, yeh know? I look up on her the most, she’s so passionate about what she does. She deserves this and more.

Gosh… I love her”

“Hold on, are you and Y/n having a fling?”

“We’re not a fling, yeh dummy. We’ve been together fo’ two years, but none o’ you have noticed because we’re so good at keeping things private. We’re the best fuckin’ couple” Laughing to himself, he lifts his hand in the air and gives himself a high five, cheeks all flushed and drowsy hiccups concealing badly the great reveal he’s just made.

He’s too drunk to realise he’s not so good at keeping secrets as he claims, but the joy, mixed with how tipsy he is, makes everything in his mind a blur and his mouth a clear and open way to expose himself.

Still, he finishes off the conversation with a:

“I dunno wha’ we’d do if somebody ended up finding out” As he takes another sip of the golden liquid.

The next morning you wake up to a bunch of notifications announcing “The brand new, yet surprisingly old, Hollywood couple”
You are a confused mess when you read the most accurate of the details spread on the covers of the header international gossip magazines, shaking hurriedly the sleeping body beside you, until he’s as awoke and puzzled as you.

“Wha’ the hell? How did they find out” He says rubbing his temple to ease the headache the alcohol has left behind.

“According to this… “Sources claim the big news was spilled by Harry Styles himself, in a tipsy and clearly disastrous impulse” Harry! What in the world made you do that?” You yell, driving your gaze from the screen to his bewildered profile.

“I- I don’t remember doin’ tha’, Pet, I promise. I mean, I did have some shots, yeah, but I don’t recall doing such a thing”

You glare at him before returning your vision to the article.

Wanna know the funniest part? According to the anonymous source, Styles mumbled something along the lines of “We don’t know what we’d do if anybody found out” after messing things up. What a hilarious guy!

“Harry freaking Edward Styles, you’d better tell me this is a lie”

“It is a li- hold on…” He halts when everything comes back to his mind in an overwhelming rush. And, right then, he brings his hands to his face, covering it fully and muffling a:  

“oh… fuck me”


(Know that I might be slow on posting them because I’ve got some other stuff I’m working on, but if you still wanna send them in, I’ll gladly take them!)


NSFW Alphabet: Jace Herondale

NSFW Alphabet: Jace Herondale

Warnings: NSFW obviously, nsfw visual

Originally posted by saltycrocs

A = Aftercare: He’s very gentle with you. He helps you get comfortable on the bed and lays down next to you. He rubs small circles on your skin and kisses you softly. 

B = Body part: On you, it had to be your butt cheeks. He loves digging his nails in them and spanking them, it turned him on a lot. On you, it was his neck. Biting hit hard and leaving hickeys on it for everyone to see.
C = Cum: Inside of you. He never wanted to waste any of it. If it was early in the morning, he made you go around with his cum inside of you. And he was going to check if you didn’t clean it up.
D = Dirty Secret: He has fucked you on every bed in the Institute. No shame at all. 
E = Experience: It’s Jace we’re talking about here. Of course he knew what he was doing. He loved teaching you though.
F = Favorite Position: (credit to @insex)

G = Goofy: Nah, Jace means business. All he wanted was to make you feel good and he took that seriously. He would chuckle whenever he hit that sweet spot that made you scream.
H = Hair: His hair was longer on the top and shorter on the sides. Perfect for pulling it, he loved that so much. Expect a loud moan from him.  
I = Intimacy: During your first time, he took you to Idris, in a small warm cottage. He placed the scented candles you liked and the petals of your favorite flowers. After that, he didn’t have the time to prepare anything fancy all the time, he was too impatient.
J = Jack Off: When he’s watching you train, you always let out groans and moans. That worked on him quickly. Jace woud go to the shower and jack off, imagining the amazing sounds you made.
K = Kink: Dom kink, one hundred percent. Also a lowkey daddy dom/little girl kink, it was rare but when the mood for it was there, it was amazing.
L = Location: The rooftop, the indoor garden, Alec’s office, the training room. Even the kitchen! He didn’t care.
M = Motivation: When you wanted him to fuck you, you would slyly rub yourself against him or touch him. It would get him going, there was no self control.
N = NO: He would never go too rough on you. Jace wouldn’t do anything roughly enough to draw blood or leave a really nasty bruise.
O = Oral: Honestly both. He loved eating you out, he could go on for hours but he also loved when you took him deep in your mouth and when you moaned around him.
P = Pace: If he was teasing you, he would go slow and soft, but if not he would go so hard and fast.
Q = Quickie: Quickies were your specialty. Before missions, before meetings, before training. You were pleased for the rest of the day.
R = Risk: Total risk taker. He loved doing it in public with the invisibility rune. It gave you both such a thrill.
S = Stamina: That stamina rune comes in handy when you’re having sex. You and Jace went on for hours, both of you drained by the end of the night.

T = Toy: Jace wants to be the only one giving you pleasure, so you didn’t have any toys.
U = Unfair: If you were acting naughty, you best believe you were going to be punished. He would tease you until you were begging him to let you cum. And since he’s a cheeky bitch, he wouldn’t listen to you at first.  
V = Volume: Low groans and growls. If you bit his neck, dug your nails on his back or pull on his hair, he was letting out a loud moan or a scream.
W = Wild Card: read Risk
X = X-Ray: damn bOI, that dick is big and thick, you weren’t complaining tho
Y = Yearning: From 1 to 10, probably a 100. Jace was always in the mood.
Z = ZZZ: After he makes sure you’re okay and nothing hurts, he’d bring you close and he would fall asleep quickly.

Too Much Attention (E.D.)

A/N: Ahhhh!!!! My last post got a LOT more recognition than I was expecting (like I was expecting 5 notes tops) and it made my heart swell thank you all so so much!!!:))

You clipped your necklace, ruffled your hair, and looked in the mirror. Your dress fit you in all the right places, which you knew would drive Ethan crazy. He texted you this morning to get dressed up all fancy for a spontaneous date tonight. A few minutes after putting on your heels and adding all your necessities to your purse, you heard raps at the door, either being a murderer or Ethan, since Ethan was never on time. Let’s hope for the latter.

The peephole showed a classy looking Ethan holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You let out a little squeal and opened the door. He looked even better when you could touch him (which you would definitely be doing later on). How you were able to score Adonis himself as your boyfriend still astonished you. He wore black dress pants that hugged his thighs, a white dress shirt that beautifully contrasted his sun kissed skin, and a purple tie. Yum.

“Holy shit you look sexy as fuck.” Ethan mumbled, leaning in to give a quick but passionate kiss on the lips.

“Ok Mr. Greek God. So why did we have to get all fancy tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking I should take THE most gorgeous lady in this here universe out to a bougie ass restaurant.”

“Alright, you were going to get laid even without the compliments, E.”

“I’m dead serious, Y/N.” His eyes darkened and his hands roamed your body.

“E. Ethan!” He paused. “It’s not that I wouldn’t want to fuck right now, but how about we at least make it to the restaurant, ok?” He gave you puppy dog eyes. When he realized you weren’t giving in, he put out an arm for you to take.

“Ahh. Fine. Have it your way.” He huffed and led you to his car.

About 20 minutes later, you arrived at the venue. Everything here looked like it cost more than you and anything you’ve ever owned in your life. You and Ethan held hands as you walked up to the hostess.

“Reservation for Ethan Dolan.” The girl, who looked like she couldn’t be any older than 20, shot her head up, her eyes wide.

“Holy. Shit. No way!” She ran out from where she was standing, pushed you aside, and gave Ethan a big hug. Now you’ve had your fair share of encounters with fans, and they’ve almost all been extremely sweet. But none of them have physically pushed you away from one of the twins.

Her and Ethan talked as you stood to the side patiently.

“Can you take a picture of us?” She asked you, eyes never leaving Ethan as she jutted her phone at you.

“Erm. Yeah of course.” They posed for the picture. Right before you could give the fan her phone back, she whispered something in Ethan’s ear that made his eyes go wide, grabbed a pen from her booth, and wrote something on his hand, presumably her phone number. Alright yeah, it’s not like you two walked into there holding hands. It’s not like he reserved a table for two and the second person was most likely the one he walked in holding hands with. It’s cool. When she went back to her booth, she just stood there, staring at Ethan.

“Oh right! Your reservations! Right this way.” She said, grabbing two menus and leading the way to the table. “Right here, handsome.” She handed him his menu. When she saw she still had another menu in her hands, she turned around to look at you and scowled. “Your menu.” She said, plopping it on the table. Ok honey, just come right out and ask me to leave why don’t you.

“Thank you so much. It was great meeting you!” Ethan said as she walked away, grabbing her heart in response. Ethan turned to look at you, oblivious to how she was acting before. You internally sighed. You’ve gotten used to the gawking and the touching, but you were still trying to get used to how rude some of the fans can be.

“Well she was sweet.” He said with a smile on his face. Of course he thought she was sweet, she basically idolized him.

“Why don’t you go on a date with her then.” You murmured.


“Uh. Yeah. So very sweet.” You said with a tight smile.

“Oh come on Y/N. You can’t tell me you’re jealous of an innocent girl like her!”

“I’m not jealous, Ethan. She pushed me, whispered something to you that made your eyes basically bulge out of your head, wrote her number on your hand,” you pointed to the neat blue inked numbers on his hand, which was very clear now, “flirted with you, then plopped my menu on the table. After she saw us holding hands walking in. Now I’m used to most of that stuff but she was pretty impolite.”

“Oh please. You’re over-exaggerating. Guys flirt with you 24/7 and I don’t get jealous!” Ethan crossed his arms.

“Really that’s the part you’re gonna focus on? And me? Guys flirt with me? Girls attract to you like a magnet and I have to- you know what? No. We came out for a nice dinner date and we’re not going to ruin it by arguing, ok?” You calmed yourself down even though you were more than ready to out sense him.

“Agreed,” he snaked his hand out from under the table and grabbed yours, “I love you.” You sighed. “I love you too E. Even though- nope. Nope. Not being petty.” You cut yourself off before proving your point.

The waiter swung by while you and Ethan made small talk. At a glance, this guy was a real looker (not as attractive as Ethan of course, but still).

“Hello. I’m Oliver, I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you two off with some drinks?” His smile sparkled through his sentence as he only looked at you the whole time he spoke and took your orders. You watched as his eyes roamed from your face, to your cleavage, to your well fit dress. If Oliver continues like this, tonight should be fun. “Alright, I’ll get those out in just a moment.” He said, winking at you as he left.

You turned your gaze to meet Ethan’s and he looked confused to say the least. “What’s up with that guy. Did you see how he never even looked at me? And that wink?” Ethan leaned in directly after Oliver left.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You said, trying to act as oblivious as possible. Ethan’s face showed he took what you said into account, leaning back. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.” Oliver soon returned with your drinks and you both ordered your food. Again, Oliver never bothered to even glance at Ethan, forcing him to ask Ethan to repeat his order 5 times.

“Wonderful. I’ll get that out as soon as possible, wouldn’t want to keep the pretty lady waiting.” Oliver responded, walking back to the kitchen.

“Ok, no, I know I’m not delusional. He’s looking at you like you’re a piece of candy and even complimented you when leaving!” Ethan exclaimed.

“He was just being friendly, probably trying to get a good tip.” You shrugged.

“That is not how you treat strangers when you’re trying to be friendly.” Ethan mumbled. You cocked an eyebrow at his statement. Big bet.

The food came out sooner than expected. Oliver lay Ethan’s food in front of him, and when doing the same to you, he said, “Careful, the food is very hot. Hey, you and the food have something in common.” You blushed and you could see Ethan’s eye twitch from your peripheral vision. “You look stunning by the way. Have we met before?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“Well do you have a name?”


“Well, Y/N, I’m glad I have the pleasure of meeting you. Hope it won’t be the last.” And like that, Oliver was gone again.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Who even is that guy?” Ethan said through clenched teeth.

“I thought he was sweet.” You repeated Ethan’s words from earlier. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to defend himself. He amusingly chomped on his food like a child before he finally just settled on, “Whatever. That guy better back the fuck off, just saying.”

Oliver came to check on how you were doing every once in a while (of course the food was amazing, you’re at a five star restaurant, even though Ethan kept claiming it was ‘mediocre at best’). About 5 minutes after you both finished your meals, Oliver returned once more.


“No, I think we’ve had enough.” Ethan grumbled.

“Oh come on, you don’t want to get your little sister something as sweet as she is.” Steam. Steam was coming out of Ethan’s ears.

“Little sister? I’ll have you know Oliver,” his name was ridden with venom, “that Y/N and I have been dating for almost a year now. I’m skipping out on dessert because I’m going to be eating something coming out of her that’ll be a LOT sweeter and enjoyable than anything you guys carry here, alright? So how about you bring us the check and I can get to my favorite part of any meal.” Oliver’s eyes went wide as he shuffled away and Ethan gave him an almost sarcastic smile.

“Ethan! What the fuck!” You slapped his hand. “You can’t just say those things!”

“You can if they’re true.” He winked. Oliver came back with check and Ethan pretty much yanked it out of his hands, giving it a once over. He looked back at you, his expression more annoyed than it had been the whole night. Taking a shot in the dark, you’re gonna have to say Oliver plastered his phone number somewhere on the check.

“My fucking-” Ethan was astonished more than anything over how persistent this Oliver kid was.

“I hope everything was wonderful and I’ll be seeing you here again.” Oliver looked at you.

“Hey, olly olly oxen free. I’m not sure if you’ll be seeing us again, but you can hear from us tonight if you want me to send you a voice memo of Y/N screaming my name. That would make good use of you putting your phone number on our check.” Ethan payed for the meal (tip included in the price, even though he complained later that Oliver shouldn’t have gotten a tip period) in cash, jerked you out of your seat, and gave your ass an obnoxious slap, right in front of Oliver and anyone else in the restaurant watching. He kissed your neck as he led you out of the eatery, his large hand still holding your ass.

Once outside, you pushed Ethan off.

“What the fuck was that!” You practically screeched.

“That little fucker needed to know you’re mine and only mine.”

“So you told him that you’ll send him the sounds of us having sex?!”

“Yes. Maybe I got a little out of hand but it got the point across. Man, the audacity of some people. They just don’t know when to give up.”

“Oh really? I guess it can be annoying when people persistently flirt with your significant other right in front of you and they’re oblivious to it.” You uttered matter of factly.

“Oh. Oh now I get how annoying it can get. Sorry baby. Forgive me?” Ethan said with pouty lips.

“You big goof, of course I forgive you. Plus, jealous Ethan is sexy as hell. Got me kinda turned on in there.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh yeah? Well, how about you show me who you really belong to?”

10 Things I Hate About You - Two

One // Three | Four | Five | Six

“Hello, (Y/N).” You nodded to acknowledge your father. “Make anyone cry today?” You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head as you turned the page to the book you were reading.

“Sadly, no. But, it’s only 4:30.” You looked up to look at your dad, wiggling your eyebrows at him, gaining a short laugh but a wide smile.

“Hi daddy!” Your moment was ruined – Laura bouncing her way toward you and your dad, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Why are you here so late?” You raised an eyebrow at your younger sister, giving her a questioning look, though you knew exactly why she was home later. Considering you both left school around the same time, you both should have walked through the front door at the same time, too. But, alas, your little sister took a ride from Jason, the man you cared for least in this entire world. She had no idea who he was, really, but you thought his egotistic persona was enough o chase her away.

“I, uh, had to stop by Mitchy’s house for some notes I let her borrow.” She gave you a pointed look, as if to silently say, ‘shut the hell up’. You shrugged her off, rolling your eyes before going back to your book.

“Hm? What’s this? It’s from Pepperdine.” Your eyes went wide as you shot up from your seat and tossed your book onto the seat you previously occupied, snatching the envelope to your future out of your dad’s hands.

“Oh, my GOD!” You shrieked, jumping slightly, “I got in! I got in, what the heck.” You plopped yourself back onto the chair, digging the book from behind you while still gazing at the acceptance letter in front of you. You scanned the rest of the words, only registering “CONGRATULATIONS” written in bold at the very top, followed by your name. You had been pining for this college since you were fourteen. Your parents fought a lot after your fourteenth birthday, and you had wished to be as far away from home as possible. You researched schools in California, you, your sister and your parents had visited once and it was your favorite memory. You wanted to go where you only ever felt happy – California was that place.

“Pepperdine? What about NYU? Isn’t Pepperdine all the way across the country?”

“That’s the base of its appeal!”

“Well, I mean, good riddance.” You rolled your eyes at your sister’s attitude, turning to see her smirking at you, causing a smirk to grace your face as well.
“Why don’t you tell dad who drove you home?” You patted yourself on your back in your head, seeing your sister’s eyes grow wide.

“What? Who drove you home?” You sighed in relief as the attention switched views.

“It’s this boy-.”

“Who’s the biggest idiot in school,”

“Please,” your dad signaled for you to stop.

“I think he might actually like me and want to ask me out-,” she was again cut off.

“I think I know the answer, no! The answer is always no! That’s the only rule I have. No dating until you graduated, is that so hard? Your sister doesn’t date!”

“And I don’t intend to.”

“And why’s that?” You gave a disgusted look.

“Have you seen the piggish men that go to my school?” Your sister rolled her eyes and fired back, saying something along the lines of you just being a loser – mad because no one liked you. This sparked a short argument as your father watched until he grew annoyed.

“Okay! Enough, I have a new rule.” You both quieted down, looking up at him from your seats on the small couch. “Laura – you can date,” you gave your dad a surprised look, your jaw hanging slightly. “But, only when your sister does.” This caused you to glance at your sister, seeing as she wore the same expression you wore just a few seconds ago, a smug look on yours.

“But, that’s not fair! What if she never dates?!” This caused you to laugh loudly, earning a glare from her.

“Then you’ll never date! Oh, I like that… and I won’t have to worry about any teen pregnancies.”

“Dad!” A loud beeping noise interrupted Laura, causing your dad to sigh at his phone, saying he needed to go back to work. He grabbed his coat and walked out the door, shutting the door. As you were making your way up the stairs you heard your sister groan. “Can’t you find some equal-to-you loser to take you to the movies so I can experience ONE date?” You rolled your eyes at her theatrics.

“I’m sorry, looks like you’ll just have to miss out on going on a date with Dickhead Bomming.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, turning on her heels, “you suck!”

You suck!” You mocked, rolling your eyes once again before making your way up the rest of the stairs.

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BamBam as Boyfriend


  • BamBam purchases clothing for you and always feels so enthusiastic about seeing you wearing it
  • he is in love with the idea of matching outfits
  • your conversations are filled with mentions of memes here and there
  • he loves to bring you to new places and admires from your reaction
  • Bam is always taking photos and videos of you; he literally walks behind you with a camera and catches the moment to take the perfect picture
  • your scent is the most precious thing for him
  • all his tiredness is gone when he lays his head on the fold between your neck and shoulder
  • you receive so many compliments and nicknames from him; it seems like he has forgotten your own name
  • his jealousy is the most common reason for your fights

        Dates with BamBam:

  • he always greets you with a huge bouquet
  • I can’t imagine him nowhere else except in a fancy and expensive restaurant; he books the table with the best view and placement and always takes care of your convenience
  • he insists on paying for everything
  • BamBam consistently drives you home like a true gentleman
  • your walks are slow and long, filled with slothful kisses and hugs
  • he folds over your hand in order to show the whole world how much is he proud to have you as his girlfriend

        Sex with BamBam:

  • he’s really gentle pleasuring you
  • your collarbones are always filled with love bites by him
  • lace lingerie takes his breath, even though your exposed figure is most admirable by him
  • for some reason, I imagine him being really enthusiastic about you wearing cat ears; you should not necessarily act like a cat, but this accessory has a delightful effect on him
  • Bam runs his hands through your hair throughout the whole act
  • he requires keeping eye contact with you
  • his moans are as soft and as sweet as a cotton candy; you can’t resist to kiss him after these sounds from heaven


  • Sebastian: Babe, I'm home
  • *utter silence*
  • Sebastian: Ruvik? Hey *enters living room*
  • Sebastian: There you are. I - Oh no
  • Ruvik: *sitting on the couch in front of the laptop, eating chips*
  • Sebastian: You're watching the trailer. Again.
  • Ruvik: Can you believe this fake-ass bitch???
  • Sebastian: Here we go
  • Ruvik: He's copying me! Creating an own realm of torture and pet creatures to accompany was MY shtick! And he's so pretentious. 'Art of death' my ass. He wouldn't know art if it pissed on his canvas!
  • Sebastian: Yes, honey
  • Ruvik: And that fancy place he's killing in? Excuse me who had a fancy place first? WHO?
  • Sebastian: You had it, babe
  • Ruvik: *sighs, laying back* Well, at least he doesn't make approaches to you, Seb. I really don't know what I'd do if-
  • Trailer: *Stefano threatens Seb with a knife, taking photos of him while he's unconscious*

Originally posted by maria-magnolia2


Characters: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You were what you could easily call an insomniac, but lucky for you there’s a cute coffee shop in your neighborhood that stays open all night. On any other night, you’d be the only one in the place, sipping contently at a latte and writing in your journal, but what happens when a handsome super soldier with a sketchbook draws himself in the picture?

Warnings: Fluff, cuteness overload, bad editting (sorrrrryyy)

Words: 2681

A/N: This was an adoooorable request by @xxred-vengeancexx. I hope this was what you were looking for darling, enjoy xo

Also I’m a sucker for rainy atmospheres so I used a bunch of indie music for inspiration. Like Gregory Alan Isakov and David Gray. Totally recommend you guys listen them!

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Requested by anon <3
Prompt:   I absolutely adore your writing! Can I request a Suicide Squad reader insert where the reader is a member of the squad but she can only speak French, so the squad never knows what she’s saying unless Flag translates for her? Or maybe Harley knows a bit of French so she tries to translate but it goes wrong and embarrasses everyone? Thanks so much!  <3
A/N: ohohon baguette


You smirked, the words flowing out your mouth in a slow alluring manner as you eyed each member of the Suicide Squad for more than a moment before you gazed into the distance where that bitch witch was. Your tone was playful and coy, a silence followed by your explanation. Translating to English it would be something like, “I’m going to burn that bitch on a stake. Eat her like a croissant. Let’s get this over with. I have a date in two hours.” But to your team it sounded like a bunch of fancy French gibberish. Rick rolled his eyes at you, whilst Harley wore a thoughtful expression.

“Croissant!” She suddenly exclaimed, wiping her head to Flag, “I think what (Name) is trying to say is that she’s hungry!” A smile made its way on her face, “I saw a nice café place where we landed. Granted, it’s probably already blown away, but we—“

“I’m sure (Lastname) is not hungry.” Rick said dryly.

“Well, I can share my croissant with this French beauty any day–”

“Ew!!! Boomerang keep your croissants to yourself, ew ew!”

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Leading Suspects

Summary: When an old friend in need reaches out to Katniss, she returns to the small town she swore she’d never set foot in again. Help Madge and then leave, she decides. But a murder investigation and one sheriff with stupid blue eyes and dimples all conspire to keep her where she thought she’d never want to be.

WARNINGS: RATED E for mentions of domestic abuse, character death, mild language to include racial slurs, an obscene love affair with coffee, and explicit sexual content.

This piece was lovingly crafted for my dear friend and beta, @peetabreadgirl, to celebrate her birthday. It’s based on a book I recently read and immediately had to Everlark because…well you’ll see. The book is Jed Had to Die by Tara Sevic. I am neither Tara Sevic nor Suzanne Collins and thus technically do not own the basic storyline or the characters. This is pure fun. Also, it’s multi-chapter, but they will be significantly shorter than my chapters usually are. Enjoy! Love you, PBJ! <3



There are few things a woman wouldn’t do for her one true love in this life. Maim, murder, wreck, and ruin. Because we all know that your one true love is reserved for that singular soul who inspires your heart and then protects it. Strong, dependable, forgiving, amazing. These are the qualities that garner affection. Especially at times when your love reliably comes through to rescue you from a horrible day. Enter Theo.

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She’s Not There

This is for @wayward-mirage ‘s British Men Of Letters Challenge 

Summary:  You decide to visit London for a week after college graduation.  My Prompt was “She’s Not There” by the Zombies (Which is an awesome song and on my playlist!) 

Warnings:  Smut, a bit of fluff (for me, it’s a little fluffy, probably not for most), oral 

Characters:  Ketch x Reader,  background Mick Davies 

Tags (people I think might like it, ignore if not interested)  @kellyn1604 @marauderice @miiraal @alyisdead @mac5323 @2-fast-2-curious @negan–is–god

            The light was on inside the establishment. You took that has a good sign and the gnawing in your stomach was replaced with hope in your heart.  The door pushed open and showed a nearly empty pub. One guy sat at the far end, swirling a drink and a bored looking bartender watched the television.   He didn’t acknowledge the dinging of the bell as you walked inside, but you rolled right up to him anyway.

Originally posted by sleepypanda27

               “Do you serve food?”  You leaned over the bar.  

               “Na.” He didn’t glance away from the screen.

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anonymous asked:

If we're din fairytales, what are your thoughts about a tomarry snow white au?

- So Harry lives with his horrible aunt, uncle and cousin. His aunt is exceedingly jealous that Harry shows signs of magic (which happens when a person turns 18 in this AU), as she aways resented that Lily had magic but not her

- Petunia and Vernon talk and they agree to have Harry taken to the wood and killed. Just a single bullet to the back of the head, he won’t know anything about it, and they think they’ll all be a lot better off

- Fenrir Greyback approaches Harry in the woods one day, a gun behind his back having been paid by Petunia and Vernon to kill Harry. Greyback is a werewolf and thus has to live in poverty and looks very rough and haggard. Harry is kind to Greyback when he first sees him and offers him money and food. Greyback is touched by Harry’s kindness and tells him he has one chance to flee into the woods and never come back because he won’t be as selfless next time. Greyback kills an animal and takes it heart back to tell the Dursleys that Harry is dead

- Harry meanwhile goes through the woods and is getting cold and hungry and tired. He finds a cosy hut full of beds and food and water, and makes himself comfortable and accidentally falls asleep

- Harry wakes up surrounded by seven red-haired siblings who introduce themselves as the Weasleys. Harry explains the circumstances and they take in him, and say that all of them have magic except Ginny who isn’t quite old enough yet

- Harry stays with the Weasleys and they become good friends, and he forgets his old family and thinks things are picking up for him

- Meanwhile a handsome magical prince is coming through the land looking for servants. He spies the Weasley house and thinks because they have little money they won’t be able to refuse his offer of steady work and accommodation (not that they have much of a choice if the prince wants them)

- Harry is not prepared to just let the prince take them away, and at first sight the prince is taken with Harry’s looks. He introduces himself as Tom, pretty much offers to pay the Weasleys more money than they’re on now, free food, and a roof over their heads so they can’t say no and Harry pretty much has to come with them because he’s got nowhere else to stay and he’s grown attached to them

- They move to the castle where Tom spends most of his time wooing and charming Harry, and eventually Harry comes to fall for him. Tom teaches him fancy magic spells and they get a pet snake which they can both talk to, and Harry ends up marrying Tom

I imagine this taking place in a Wizarding World Historical Fairytale AU xD And it got less Snow White-y towards the end but I didn’t know how to get Tom in the usual storyline

1+1 = for life

When I had this in mind, I didn’t expect it to end up being this long. It’s probably the longest work I have written up to date. I had to put it under the keep reading line because it is just too long. I wanted this to be a fluffy piece but I’m not sure if I managed to send that message across but hope anyone who gives this a read, enjoy! I am off to do some quick shopping and then I will be back to post some more requests!

Word count: 3933

It really was supposed to be a short fluffy piece…

Bruce Wayne never does anything half-assed. You have known this ever since you started dating him a couple of years ago. But Bruce also never does anything less than what he is expected though ever since he got together with you – you being the longest and long-lasting relationship he is ever in – Bruce has taken the Gotham city gossipers by surprise with his change of heart. This did not mean he had stopped throwing extravagant galas or stopped attending any charity events or galas. It just means he did all of those with you in his arms or with an arm around you, looking like the very amazing power couple the two of you.

Which brings you to your earlier point: Bruce Wayne never does anything half-assed.

You are currently standing in the Wayne manor, looking at Dick who is grinning widely at you. You have met each and every one of Bruce’s sons through the years of being together with him. Not only that, you also knew his secret life as The Batman and by proxy, you knew his sons’ identities too. It was not that hard for you to deduce given the amount of time you spend together with Bruce and his family.

“Happy 10th anniversary, Y/N!” Dick wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze causing you to laugh. You have seen this teen grow in to a very handsome and well-mannered man. “Thank you for putting up with Bruce!” You laugh at this and Dick pulls away from the hug, taking out a folded note from his pocket. “Unfortunately, none of what you are supposed to look for are here and instead, you have to go look for them.” His voice is laced with mirth and you are a little bit confused yet excited at what’s in store for you.

“Okay, so what is Bruce doing for our anniversary this year?” This is a thing between the two of you. Always trying to one up each other on your anniversary and since this year is your 10th anniversary with Bruce, you are extremely sure he has something extravagant planned for you. You would not put it past him not to do so. Last year you had surprised him with a private dinner with everyone that holds a place in Bruce’s heart and spent the entire day doing charity work with him. It did not sound as exciting as this plan Bruce has for you.

The grin on his face stays as he stares at Bruce’s love. Dick is forever grateful for the day Bruce had met you because ever since that day, he had gradually changed for the better. Dick unfolds the note. “This day is dedicated entirely to you, F/N L/N, the love of my life. With the help of the boys, I am choosing to embrace the fun and excitement of having you go on a scavenger hunt!” Dick reads out the note and you blink a couple of times.

“I definitely did not expect a scavenger hunt… but how hard can this be?” You look at your heels and Dick chuckles before picking up a nicely wrapped present that had been beside his feet. How did you miss that? Dick hands it over to you. Amused, you take it and unwrapped the present when Dick tells you to do so. “He definitely has this planned out – did you tell him I wanted new shoes?”

Dick nods his head. “You did say the soles of your old shoes became very slippery on almost every surface.” Dick takes your heels from you and watches you put on the new sports’ shoes. “Anyways, back to the note.” You nod your head, asking him to continue. “When you complete the scavenger hunt, your present will be waiting for you right at the start.:

But before you could even ask for any clues, Dick redirects you to the front of the manor and a smile appears on your face when you spy Alfred with an adorable mini-cooper. “This is your ride, Y/N. Good luck with the scavenger hunt!” Dick presses a kiss on your cheek and you made your way to Alfred.

Alfred gives you a bow. “Ma’am.” He nods his head at you before opening the door. “Master Bruce has given me strict instructions to be driving you around today.” He gives you a small smile when you thank him, getting in to the brand new car. Alfred gets in to the car and drives you, the both of you chatting lovingly about Bruce.

Alfred brings you to the very first place for your clue – a place that you know very well. This bookstore is one of the places that you always frequent because of how close it is to your workplace and they also had the best services you have ever encountered.

The moment you step outside of the car, you are greeted with Damian. You engulf the youngest Wayne in your embrace, causing him to squirm in embarrassment but hugged you back nevertheless. “Good afternoon, Damian.” You pull back to look at him.

Damian gives a curt nod to Alfred who then excuses himself. You could only look in confusion. Damian holds your hand. “Your clue after this is within walking distance so Pennyworth will be meeting you there.” He leads you inside the bookstore and surprisingly, the bookstore is empty and the lounging area has been transformed in to something very cozy too. “Father has paid enough money to the bookstore as to not lose any possible income just so I can do this for you.” Damian tells you without prompting.

You sit down on the sofa. “Thank you, Damian.” The both of you shared the love of reading books and would normally meet up frequently to discuss the books you have read with him. Damian loves how you never tell him no whenever he recommends books to you. “So what are we doing today?”

Damian hands you a poetry book. “Walking down memory lane.” He says in a matter-of-factly tone as he makes himself comfortable beside you. He is currently holding a new book – the book you had only recommended to him last night. “Father told me he buys books for you here almost every month.”

You nod your head. “Yes, he did. He knows I enjoy reading and I love buying physical copies of books as well.” You smile when you remember the times Bruce would show up at your doorstep or your office with a new book in hand and a bouquet in the other. It always makes you happy to know that he pays attention to the littlest things you have mentioned off-handedly. “In fact, this poetry book had been the first one he got me when we first started officially dating.” You giggle when Damian’s expression changed in to something like being wary. “Don’t worry, Dami. I won’t be telling you how that happened.”

“Tt.” Damian nods his head. “Your next clue will be ready whenever it will be ready so until then, we shall enjoy some time reading.” You are game with that – reading with Damian is always a fun thing to do and the atmosphere in the bookstore is simply lovely too. You only just realized that the typical cheery tune that normally plays in the background has been changed to something else – a piano piece that you cannot name but liked anyways.

True to his words, the both of you spent over an hour – close to two – reading your choice of books. Quality time like this is really hard to come by especially since you don’t live in the Manor – not because Bruce has yet to ask you but because you just did not want to move out of your apartment in the case things went south between Bruce and you – and also because Damian is busy with his school and nightly activities.

The door to the bookstore opens and Tim walks in, carrying your favourite drink – judging from the smell! – and a sandwich for you. Damian stands up and help you up, bringing you over to Tim. Tim hands the drink and food over to you.

“Drake, I need a minute with Y/N, if you please.” Damian stares pointedly at Tim who simply shrug his shoulders and walk outside. You turn to face Damian who is now staring at you. “Thank you for being with my father, Y/N. I also want to tell you thank you for not pushing me away when all I wanted to do then was push everyone away.” Damian tells you, his ears are tinged with red and you feel touched by what he had said. “Happy anniversary, Y/N – I hope you will continue to be with my father. You are really good for him.” Damian stares at you with an expression that you cannot read.

So instead, you wrap your arms carefully around Damian – you didn’t want to spill your drink on him! – and Damian winds his arms around you tightly. You press a kiss atop his head. “Thank you, Damian and I hope so too.” Even though initially you had occasionally dropped hints of marriage to Bruce, over time, you simply stopped hoping because being in a relationship with Bruce – no matter the label – is enough for you.

Damian nods his head before he pulls back. “Drake should be bringing you over to your next clue. Good luck, Y/N.” Damian all but pushes you out of the bookstore and Tim greets you happily outside.

“Happy anniversary, Y/N.” Tim gives you a kiss on your temple – darn this boy for being taller than you! – and hug you briefly. You grin at him, thanking him for the food and the drink. “I paid using Bruce’s card so really, you can thank him later when you see him.” He winks at you and you nod your head.

“So where are we going, Timmy?” You ask him as the two of you began walking down the block. Tim simply smiles, leading you down to a very familiar road.

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Meal | Youngjae (m)

Originally posted by zainbap

Summary: After a nice fancy meal, you and your SD Youngjae head back to his place.

Pairing: Youngjae/Reader
AU: Sugar Daddy!Youngjae
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Warnings: daddy kink, dirty talk, pinning, spanking, choking
Word Count: 1,495

A/N: a really generic SD AU but i am who i am

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A Touch of Iron [1/1]

Fantasy Pretzel Week: Day Seven: Prompt: Any Modern Trope in a Nymph/Fae/Elves AU.

I went with fake dating/green card marriage! Thank you so much @seastarved for arranging this week, I’ve had a blast! This one’s T, 2,911 words, and open to more if you enjoy folks, so do let me know :D.

It’s an accident of course, these things always are.

She knew she should be home before the sun touched the horizon - every child of the forest knew that - but she’d been distracted, another argument about suitors with her grandmother still buzzing through her head as the dew rose around her feet, the swish of her practice sword through the long grass covering the sound of the flutes until she was almost upon them.

And now it’s too late.

They surround her, the invisible boundary she’d dared to cross shimmering behind them as they circle her with huge, overbright eyes, thin lips drawn back to show off their needle-like teeth.

“Well, well, well,” titters the closet creature, his voice pure as bells even though villainy is written in every scale of his skin. “Whatever do we have here, dearie?”

“Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest,” she snaps, her shoulders back and her chin held high as she fights to keep the tremble out of her voice. “I demand release!”

The fae laugh, a sound like shattering glass, and creep closer. Some of the smaller ones begin to tug at the edges of her cloak, at the ends of her hair. The one who’d spoken smiles like a crocodile and runs a long, thin finger over her cheek.

“But you interrupted our dance, dear princess! And you know what happens to girls who dance with the fairies, don’t you?”

She juts her chin out further and says nothing. The fairy pouts, the setting sun making his skin glimmer.

“If we like you,” he says. “We keep you.”

“And if we don’t!” cry the smaller ones, taking each other’s hands and spinning around them both until she’s dizzy with watching them, their bodies fading into a swirl of pink and green and gold. “And if we don’t!”

The male smiles again takes her face in his bony hands and breathes magic over her skin.

“We don’t.”

And the world falls away.

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Didn't See It Coming

This is for my secret valentine Supes @double-trouble-dc !! From @ibjessjess hope you enjoy darling!!


“Superboy look out!” you shouted as you knocked another guy out.

You heard a grunt and saw a body fly into a wall out of the corner of your eye and smirked. Being clairvoyant really had it’s perks. You quickly took care of the guy in front of you and continued fighting, occasionally shouting warnings to other teammates.

Eventually the fight died down and with it came everyone’s guards. You looked around automatically making sure Conner was ok, which he was as usual. Suddenly you got the familiar tingling that let you know someone made a decision involving Conner. You stopped and looked around, trying to find a source. The uncomfortable sensation grew, someone’s mind was made up. You gasped as the sensation cleared and you clearly saw what was going on. There was a sniper on the neighboring roof, with bullets laced in Kryptonite.


You shouted as you ran as fast as you could just as the sniper pulled the trigger. Just in the nick of time, you tackle Superboy to the ground as the bullet grazed your shoulder. Immediately the rest of the team sprung into action to apprehend the sniper while you and Conner quietly got up and processed what just happened.

“Why’d you try and block it? Bullets don’t -”

“It was laced in Kryptonite.”

“Oh…thanks,” Conner’s voice betrayed hints of confusion. Why would you, the loveliest girl he had ever laid eyes on, go out of your way to save him?

“Your welcome,” you said, turning away to hide your blush.

“You’re bleeding!” Conner said as he ripped a piece of his shirt and pressed it to your shoulder.

Your cheeks darkened when you felt his hand.

“I-I’m fine. Really it’s just a scratch,” you stammered, trying to move away.

“You’re not fine, now hold still.”

You gave up looked down, hiding your crimson cheeks.

You had acted almost on instinct. You’d had a crush on him for months but didn’t have the guts to ask him out.

On the way back to the cave you couldn’t help but steal glances at the indestructible boy who had stolen your heart. Little did you know, Conner was doing the exact same thing. In fact this entire experience had been a bit of an eye opener. For awhile now he had ignored these feeling he felt about you. He liked you but in his mind, girls like you just didn’t date guys like him.

For the next few weeks Conner walked on eggshells around you. If you were in the room, he would find an excuse to leave. You began to notice these things and it troubled you. What had you done?

After many long talks with Zatanna and Artemis, you’d made up your mind just to ask him what was wrong. So after a particularly tiresome training session, you cornered Conner in the kitchen.

“Hey Conner,”


“How have you been?”

“Good, I guess,”

“That’s good,”

“I’m gonna go -”

“No. We need to talk.”

Conner grew visibly uncomfortable at that.

“Look Conner, you’ve acting really weird around me. And if I said or did something to offend you or make you mad, I’m sorry. I’d -”

“Stop (Y/N),” Conner sighed, “It’s not you, it’s me. I didn’t really know how to act around you after the last mission. I’ve never been very good with my emotions. I guess my first instinct is to run away. I uh I really like you. Would you like to go out? On a date? With me?”

You gasped, “Of course! I really like you too!”

You threw your arms around him and planted a kiss to his lips which he returned enthusiastically. Normally you hated not seeing things coming, but this was one time, you really didn’t mind.



“Hey Conner what day is it today?” You asked as you stood in a line outside a fancy restraunt.

“The 14th. Why?”

You laughed. How could you have forgotten?

“It’s Valentine’s Day. We’ll be lucky if we even get in.”

“Oh,” Conner’s cheeks reddened.

“Wanna get a pizza instead? We can watch a movie at my place,”

“That sounds great,” Conner said, clearly relieved, “I hate monkey suits,” he said as he tugged at his tie.

You simply laughed and tugged him off to the pizza parlor around the corner. Needless to say, it was the best Valentine’s Day you’d had in years.