though i guess the bar will help

Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.


Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.

~ Part 2 ~

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

  • “Alternatively, I was skipping class and saw you trying to drag you and your huge ass tail through the courtyard–do you need help? I guess I can carry you to class if you’d like, though I’m not so sure this was worth being called ‘Prince Eric’ for the next two weeks”
  • “I knew there was a reason why you were so good in marine biology and why you always had to one-up me in the exam scores yOU’RE A MERMAID THIS IS SO UNFAIR IM TURNING YOU IN FOR CHEATING CHEATER”
  • “I don’t know why i thought bringing you to a sushi bar was a good idea, i thought seeing all the live fish in the tanks would have been nice but i forgot about all the dead ones after”
  • “I’m the mermaid so of course im always picked to go on diving missions by you biased advantage taking pricks, and you know what? i don’t care what you say, its dark and scary and theres something down there that i have never forgotten why do you think i stay on land”
  • “apparently due to your mystical sea creature powers you have the ability to mimic any sound you hear, so you know what means friend?? VOICE IMPRESSIONS! MORGAN FREEMAN GO”
  • “I know its late and i dont know you but i hear you can talk to fish and im worried my goldfish is depressed”
  • “I take my showers before bed and I always end up scaring the shit out of your boy/girlfriend while dragging my two ton tail to the kitchen for some ice cream at 11 at night”

thegreatfallout  asked:

Companions react to a guy trying to grab SS butt and the companions get really jealous? LOVE YOUR FRICKING BLOG KEEP IT UP 😉❣️

Oh gosh, thank you so much! That honestly means so much to me. <3

Cait: A jealous Cait is a dangerous Cait. Well, any Cait is dangerous, but when she’s envious, whoever she’s envious of should probably steer clear of the Irishwoman. Cait strolled over to the man who was pestering Sole and gave him a hefty shove, grimacing at him. “Ya’ think ya’ can just touch ‘em like that?” She’d hiss, eyes narrowing at the individual. “Well guess what? Ya’ can’t.” Cait was absolutely looking to start a fight, but the man who had dared to touch Sole in such a way most certainly was not. Especially not with Cait.

Curie: The way he touched Sole made her more irritated than jealous. Actions such as those were completely off limits if they weren’t consensual, and it irked Curie that he would do grab Sole when it wasn’t something they wanted. “Excuse me, monsieur!” She would huff, delicate hands balling up into trembling fists. “Who are you to touch my dear companion in such a way?” The man stepped away from Sole, hands in the air, grinning. “Il est un fils de pute!” She muttered, trying to regain composure.

Danse: Oh boy, Danse was absolutely steaming. His brows were knitted into a bushy mess, his face red from both embarrassment and jealousy. He was envious that he had been able to touch Sole like that, and he was frustrated that Sole hadn’t stood up for themselves. Moreover, he was furious that a stranger had touched her like that. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Danse’s burly stature loomed over the man, his voice low. The BOS uniform clad man surely intimidated the other, as he left as quickly as his feet could carry him

Deacon: Deacon tried his best not to allow their flirting to get to him, but the second that creep laid a hand on Sole, Deacon lost his cool. “Hey there buddy!” He drawled, slipping in between the two. Deacon looked at the stranger with hellfire burning in his eyes. “You know that dude I totally beat the hell out of after he grabbed your ass?” He looked over to Sole with an exaggerated look. “Well, I heard that he’s not going to make it. I guess when I broke two of his ribs it made his insides a total mess.” To say the very least, that scared the pervert off.

Hancock: Hancock was a shameless flirt himself, so he felt as if he really couldn’t be jealous when Sole indulged in some harmless flirting of their own. He couldn’t help himself from feeling uneasy, though. Especially not after he groped Sole. That was a very big mistake. Hancock slid into a bar stool next to the stranger and wrapped a skinny arm around his shoulders. “What is up, my man?” Hancock growled, looking at the other man with a crooked smile. “You enjoy grabbing people like that, eh? Well, I have interests of my own, you feel?” Hancock rose from the creaky, upholstered seat and proceeded to slam the pervert’s face into the bar counter as hard as he possibly could.

MacCready: In truth, MacCready was jealous when pretty much anybody talked to Sole. It was something he concealed a good portion of the time, but watching someone grab Sole in such a manner set him off. He stood, calloused palms slamming flat on the table in front of him. “That’s it.” He groaned, wrinkling his nose. His heart raced, and his palms began to sweat. “Hey, chump!” He called out, his voice cracking. “What the hell was that for, huh? Touching them like that?” Sole avoided eye contact with either of them as their cheeks flushed a dark hue. The stranger laughed, shook his head and left.

Nick: Nick wasn’t particularly fond of many people in the Commonwealth, but people who just went around groping people really got his coolant flowing. He absolutely despised those who took every opportunity they could to prey on practically anybody they could. “Are you kidding me? You just go around touching everybody like that?” Nick approached the man, non-existent brows furrowed. “Are you really that much of an ass that you just ignore people’s signals or are you just that stupid?” The man was considerably larger than the synth, but Nick Valentine was not a man you wanted to cross. The man left with an irritated grunt, grimacing at Nick.

Piper: Sole and Piper flirted back and forth more often than Piper would like to admit, so seeing someone flirt with Sole clearly evoked feelings of envy from Piper. Seeing some creep get handsy with Sole made her just downright enraged. However, Piper wasn’t terribly skilled in combat so she had to use her wit and cunning to her advantage. The reporter made her way over to the pair, Sole clearly uncomfortable with the man. “Oh man, that was a big mistake buddy. You know Sole has an incurable disease from Vault 81, right? They’re sorta’ immune to it, but if anybody happens to come in contact with them, whichever body part touched my friend Sole over here rots off. Gross, right?” The stranger left as quickly as he had came, but Sole wasn’t too happy with her method of dealing with him. 

Preston: Preston tried his absolute best to keep jealousy to minimum. However, seeing someone grab Sole like that made it hard for Garvey to keep calm and collected. “Hey!” Preston shouted, looking to the guilty individual. “You keep your hands off them, you hear me?” Preston never laid a hand on the man, but his words were somehow enough to get him to leave. Preston didn’t enjoy dealing with people like that, and he most certainly didn’t enjoy having others see him take such actions. Especially not Sole. He outstretched a hand, resting it on Sole’s shoulder. “You okay there, General?”

anonymous asked:

So obi wan has issues with food because he forgets to eat, but Anakin would have issues with food because he probably never had much food as a slave. Wouldn't they have a talk about this when they noticed the others bad habits?

There was so many things to teach Anakin, so many things Obi-Wan had to show him and make sure he understood. Lesson subjects, temple paths, locations…

But out of all the things he he really and honestly had to show Anakin, it was that Anakin was safe in the temple and that food and water were not resources that would be denied the blond that was the most important to Obi-Wan.

“Anakin.” He knelt down slowly, taking the others hands. “You know that you don’t have to save water here? Right?” He started carefully.

“Are you sure?” The blond peered doubtfully at him.

“Very sure. The temple here filters the water and there are certain…well its complicated, I don’t honestly understand the water system myself.” Obi-Wan smiled at him. “But you don’t have to save it, you can shower if you want to, drink all the water you want to and even take a bath if you want to.”

Anakin’s eyes bugged out a bit. “A bath? Not a sand bath?”

Oh dear, Anakin had taken sand baths?

The boy hated sand.

“No, no you don’t have to take sand baths in the temple. Would you like to take a bath now?” Anakin nodded so hard that Obi-Wan feared that his head would come off almost. But it made him smile too, hoping this would go at least a little way in teaching Anakin that he could have as much water as he wanted on Coruscant.


“…Anakin did you eat ANYTHING?” Obi-Wan stared at his padawan with wide eyes. He had been so busy, there had been a senior padawan class he had to teach, Master Koon had wanted his input on the fight he had with the Sith, a mind healing session with healer Lira and then he had kind of drowned under paperwork, absently eating whatever was put in front of him by a concerned padawan.

His own padawan however…

Anakin shuffled then shook his head, meeping when Obi-Wan picked him up and carried him to the kitchen, setting him on a counter top.

“Okay, lets see, we have…Force blasted we…oh! We have some soypro and um…right! Sauce, I can make pepper sauce and soypro and bread.” The knight mumbled to himself as the ten year old watched him, blinking blue eyes at him.

“Master are you alright?”

“Yes, worried about you though. I’m so sorry Anakin, I should have come and checked on you.” Obi-Wan sighed a bit before quickly starting to cut up soypro and make pepper sauce. “I’m not good at this, you’d think after my time with Qui-Gon I’d be better at at least feeding someone…” He mumbled.

“Its okay though Master, I’m used to not eating.” The blond offered quickly, trying to ease the other down.

That did not help and he saw Obi-Wan’s shoulders visibly slump.

“…Anakin…you’re not slave. You’re my padawan, a sentinent with rights and wishes and wants.” Obi-Wan quietly expressed, looking at him. “If you don’t want to be here, then that’s fine, we could go back to Tatooine and I could free your mother, help you two settle down somewhere.”

Anakin felt his eyes grow wide. “I want to be a Jedi though.” Then he bit his lips. “But my mom…”

Obi-Wan reached out and wrapped the other in a half hug. “I’ll see if I can’t help her but back to the point, I’m suppose to take care of you, make sure you eat. Make sure you feel safe.” He whispered. “And I don’t think I’m doing a good job.”

“I put on weight though?”

“…I guess but…Anakin, I want you to do me a favor.” The redhead murmured as the other tucked in closer.


“I want you to start carrying ration bars around in your belt and if you feel hungry, even the slightest or just want to, you eat one or two. Just take them from the box and tuck them in your belt.” He nodded to the ration bar box he had in the kitchen.

“Oh…I don’t…like the kelp one though.”

“That’s alright. Do you like he soy ones?”

“They’re salty. Yes.”

“Then I’ll get a box of soypro ration bars.”

“Just for me?” Anakin fisted his hands into the others tunic, awed.

“Just for you Anakin.”

Chapter 1/?: Blind Date

Ship: Nessian
Type: Post ACOWAR
Word Count: 704
Rating: T (possibly M/MA in the future) 

Hey Nessian lovers! This fanfic takes place at the end of ACOWAR and its been in the back of my mind ever since I finished sjm’s latest masterpiece. I’m not sure how many parts this fic will have yet, but I hope you enjoy the inside of my Nessian trash brain <3


Nesta has never been so infuriated in her entire life.

She’s going to kill Cassian.


There’s a living, breathing fire beneath her skin just waiting for an excuse to show its face.

Stomping her way to the house of wind steps, Nesta hears his wings flap shut behind her.

She whirls around.

“One inch closer and your balls will be nailed to the wall at Rita’s.”

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Consequences. [A Roman Reigns Imagine]

A request sent in by @mxltifxndomromanreigns

Imagine being friends with the Shield, but Roman has always had stronger feelings for you. The Authority doesn’t take kindly to your friendship with the Shield and threaten you if you chose to get closer to them.

“For the last time, it is a camel mask!” Dean protested, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut.

“Why the hell would Erick Rowan wear a camel mask, Dean? It’s obviously a goat.” Roman chuckled.

Seth groaned in frustration at the pointless argument between the two-thirds of the Shield. You were walking down the hallway and scrolling through your Twitter with your earphones tucked nicely in each ear. You were listening to one of your favorite songs to help you get amped up for your match tonight against Paige when you felt someone gently grab at your arm. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at the three men standing in front of you as Seth began talking even though you couldn’t hear a word he said.

“What?” You asked as you pulled one earphone out and furrowed your eyebrows together.

“We need someone to put this argument to rest once and for all so these guys can finally shut up.” Seth chuckled.

“Hang on a sec’.” You paused the song you were listening to and pulled out your other earphone and wrapped the cord around your phone. “Okay, what’s up?”

“Alright, so you know Erick Rowan from the Wyatt Family, right?” Roman began.

“Oh Jesus.” You rolled your eyes at them, already having an idea of where this was going.

“Wait, hear us out. So, he’s wearing a goat mask right? I mean it only makes sense since goats are supposed to be evil and shit.”

“That’s stupid bro.” Dean interrupted. “Not all goats are evil.”

“Yes they are.” Roman protested, and the two began to bicker back and forth once again until Seth stepped in between them.

“Alright just shut the hell up! Both of you.” He looks at the two of them and they all focus on you now. “So?” Seth asked.

You chuckled and let out a faint sigh. “Okay, but once I give my answer as to who is right then you two have got to lay this debate to rest.”

“Agreed.” The trio synced in together.

You took a moment and looked at all three of them and smirked. “It’s a lamb.”

“Thank you!” Seth exclaimed and threw his hands in the air in victory as Dean and Roman groaned in disappointment.

“Whatever.” Roman chuckled. “Hey, can you guys give us a minute?” He asked while looking at Dean and Seth. They obviously knew what was going on because they both exposed the same smile on their faces.

“Sure. We’ll just be…over there.” Seth chuckled as he pointed to a random spot in the hallway.

“Yeah. But we’ll totally be listening in. Just…throwing that out there.” Dean chuckled.

You and Roman both rolled your eyes at the two of them. Despite being very mean and aggressive on television, there was no doubt that each of these mean and aggressive men can be such girls backstage, but that’s what you loved about them. They were weird, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Once they disappeared, you came to the realization that now it was just you and Roman all alone. There was no doubt in your mind that you definitely had feelings for this Samoan hunk and those exact feelings were enough to make you nervous around him when you two were alone. Often times you have wondered if he felt the same about you, but you never bothered to ask due to fear of rejection.

“So, Y/N… big match against Paige tonight, huh?” He forced out.

You nodded and looked everywhere else, except directly at him. “Yup.”

The hallway was quiet and you two started feeling awkward until another voice broke the silence. “Oh for Christ’s sake, just ask her out already!” Dean exclaimed.

His words made you chuckle, but at the same time you felt your face get flushed and you only hoped that Roman didn’t notice. Roman sighed and smiled nervously at you. “Well, it is karaoke night, and the guys and I were planning to go to the bar after the show. You wanna come? With…me? W-With…us?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “I’d love to.”


The entire evening you were excited about going to the bar with Roman. Even during your match with Paige, the thought never left your head and it gave you the extra boost to help you win your match. Though other people were not so thrilled about your date.

“Ehm. Hello Y/N.” Stephanie McMahon spoke as she leaned against your doorway and observed as you added the finishing touches to your makeup.

“Oh, hello.”

“Going somewhere?”

You smiled. “Uh, yeah. I actually have plans tonight with Roman, Dean, and Seth.”

“Oh.” She looked down. “So I guess you’re pretty close with the Shield boys, aren’t you?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” She looked at your reflection in the mirror and smirked. “Not if you don’t mind paying the price for it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at her reflection. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Steph?”

She chuckled. “Just stay away from them Y/N, you’ll be much better off.” With that, she walked away from your locker room.

You were still completely puzzled by her words, but you brushed it aside and finished getting ready. Tonight was your night with Reigns, even though Seth and Ambrose were going to be there too, but hey, you took any chance you could to get closer to him.


It’s been three weeks since your night out with the guys and you continued to hang out with them for the first two weeks, but every time you went out for a match Stephanie would interfere in your match and make you lose.

On the third week, you stomped into Stephanie’s office to find out what her deal was with you. She was in the middle of talking to Hunter when you stormed in.

“What the hell Stephanie?! You keep costing me my matches! I know you’re doing that shit on purpose!” You yelled.

“Hey! You watch your tongue when you are in my office!” Stephanie demanded and pointed directly at you. “I told you that you are going to pay the price if you continue to get close to the Shield. Those men are going to ruin your career much like their own. You are an amazing wrestler Y/N and you have so much potential, but I will not allow someone as clever as you to be dragged down by men of such bad influence. I don’t know what is pushing you in their direction, but you will turn around or-“

“Or what, Steph? You’re gonna make me?” You stepped closer to get in her face.

Stephanie was surprised by your attitude, but she chuckled and took a step back. “Well… Not me exactly.” Just then, Kane stepped to Stephanie’s side from the other side of the room. You didn’t even know he was in the room until he made his presence known. “He will.” Stephanie’s sinister smile stayed planted on her face.

You looked between all three of them in the room and snarled at Stephanie. “You’re serious?”

“As serious as I can be. So have a good show tonight.” She started to walk to her chair behind her desk. “Keep in mind, I can’t control Kane’s actions if you’re spotted with any of those men out there. So don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Yeah…” Your eyes met with Kane’s as your nostrils flared and your body tensed up. “…right.”


For the next month, you have been avoiding any kind of contact with Roman, Seth, and Dean just to avoid what kind of punishment Kane had in store. You weren’t necessarily sure if he was going to take it out on you, or if he was going to take it out on them, either way for your safety and for their safety as well, you decided to stay away for a while. Which was harder than you thought because you worked with them and it’s not like you could just avoid them just like that.

Each time the guys would try to say hi to you or even try to get you to look in their direction, you immediately focused on something else or you pretended you didn’t notice them at all. You didn’t always see it, but Roman’s reaction to your behavior was slowly killing you inside. One night before RAW, Roman had had enough of you ignoring him. So he looked for you everywhere until he found you talking to Paige.

“Y/N…” He called from down the hallway.

Just the sound of his deep voice echoing in the hall sent a chill down your spine. Internally, you were already running out of the building. Externally, the only movement you made were your eyelids shutting super tight. Paige noticed how tensed up, and somewhat frightened, you got when Roman spoke.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” She asked.

Before you had the chance to speak, Roman was already standing at your side and looked at Paige. “Can you give us some privacy please?” He asked politely.

You sighed and opened your eyes as Paige was looking back and forth between you two. “It’s alright, Paige.” You reassured her. Paige nodded and she slowly walked away and didn’t take her eyes off of Roman until she was out of sight.

Roman’s soft gray eyes focused on you and you couldn’t find it in you to look at him. You felt ashamed for ignoring him all this time, but you had to convince yourself that it was a good thing. And maybe you could try to convince him as well.

“Well, seems like Paige took the question right out of my mouth. What is going on Y/N?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to walk away but Roman grabbed your forearm and made you stop in place.

You know exactly what I’m talking about. So spill it. Why are you avoiding me? Why are you avoiding us?” Just then, both Seth and Dean showed up and the trio had you surrounded. Roman still had a grip on your arm, but you still looked down at the ground.

“Guys, please. Don’t do this right now.” You tried to wiggle your arm free, but it was no use.

“You’re not going anywhere Y/N. Not until you tell us what’s going on. We’re your friends. Why are you avoiding us like we’re a disease or something?” Said Dean.

“I just… I just have to. Alright?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Seth asked as he folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

“Just please understand it’s the right thing to do.” You murmured. You pulled your arm away from Roman’s grasp and headed out to your locker room, unaware that Kane was watching.


“Here’s your winner, “Y/N Y/L/N!”

You just finished your match with Natalya and your arm was raised by the referee in victory. You smiled at the crowd as they cheered you on, but your smile faded quickly at the sound of Stephanie McMahon’s theme song. You looked over at her confused as to why she was out here. But she looked at you with a sinister smirk as she brought the microphone to her lips.

“Y/N, congratulations on your win tonight. That was really impressive.” She clapped a couple of times before bringing the mic back. “However, you’re not done yet. You see, I told you that if you were spotted with the Shield tonight, I cannot control what happens next. I told you not to do anything that I wouldn’t do. But you did. And now, you’re gonna have to pay the price.”

Just at that moment, each ring post had exploded red fire from their tops and it terrified you. The entire arena turned red, and the terrifying theme song filled the place. Just then, Kane, Randy Orton, and Triple H made their way to the ring rather quickly until they had you surrounded. You looked at each of them and quickly tried to think of a way to get out of this. Since Randy was in the middle and standing right in front of you, you kicked him in the groin and elbowed Hunter in the stomach, but just as you were about to make a move on Kane, his hand slammed right around your throat and squeezed tight enough to where you couldn’t breath. He picked you up almost eight feet into the air and slammed you down on the blank canvas.

You were already drifting off, but you immediately felt yourself being pulled back onto your feet. The reactions from the crowd were almost deafening and your vision became blurry, but as soon as you were up, you were turned around and pushed right into Randy’s RKO, but they weren’t done with you yet. Again, you were pulled to your feet and pushed, but this time you were met with a kick to the gut, causing you to bend forward. Hunter forced your head in between his thighs and hooked your arms with his. Just as he was about to deliver the Pedigree, he stopped at the sound of the Shield’s theme song blaring through the speakers.

Roman, Seth, and Dean came running from the ramp and slid into the ring just as Hunter pushed you back down on the canvas and they all made an exit into the crowd. The last thing you remember was seeing Roman’s face. His voice blending in with the massive crowd until it all faded to black.


“Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?”

A bright light flashed in your eyes as the voice faded in.

“God? Am I dead?” You mumbled.

The light was pulled away from your eyes and a man appeared in sight. It wasn’t God, it was just a medical staff. He held his hand in front of you and curled in his fingers except his index and middle fingers. “Y/N, how many fingers am I holding up?”

You blinked a couple of times to refocus your vision. “Two.” This happened two more times before he finally announced that you were okay.


“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” Roman asked you. He was sitting by your feet on the small table while you held an icepack to your head.

“I don’t know. I guess… I guess I just didn’t want you guys to get hurt.”

Roman scoffed. Us? You’re worried about us getting hurt? Y/N, those guys could’ve killed you out there! You’re ten times smaller than them and you’re nowhere near as strong to handle them by yourself. There are three of us and only one of you, and you’re worried about us getting hurt?”

“You don’t think I haven’t thought about that? I know they’re bigger than me! And I know I can’t handle them by myself, but I would much rather be where I am right now instead of seeing you here because of me! I can’t live with that Roman. I just can’t.”

Roman huffed and shook his head disapprovingly. “Don’t you say that. Don’t ever say that to me Y/N. I don’t ever want to see you back here because of them, or because of us. You hear me? I love you way too much to see you hurt like this.”

The ‘L’ word caught you off guard, and you could tell that it caught him off guard as well.

“W-What did you say?”

He hesitated, but what more could he do? It’s already out in the open. “I’m sure you heard me.”

“Is that how you really feel about me?”

“It’s how I’ve always felt about you Y/N.” His voice was softer now. Almost a whisper. Before you could respond, Roman stands up and moves towards you. He takes your upper body in a light embrace and plants his lips onto yours.

The kiss caught you off guard at first, but you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back and wrap both of your arms around his neck. Your ice pack fell off of your head and landed onto the floor.

“Hey Ro, did you want vanilla pudding? They were all out of…” Dean’s voice picked up from the hallway and into the room. He must have stopped talking when he noticed you two kissing, but that didn’t stop either one of you. With that, Dean smiled and backed away from the room and quietly shut the door behind him to give you two some privacy.

comfortable pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendoes, violence mentions, blood, injury

prompt: jason and y/n are friends and this is a casual night/morning together, hintage of feelings for each other but no one says anything bc they are both so 
//comfortable// with each other rn😤

I won’t forget this day. I don’t ever want to forget a second.

Jason and I have been getting close, really close, like I didn’t know a fact about his past or family but I could almost piece it together or choose his life story from a lineup.

I figured he was someone’s body guard or maybe a professional fighter or something with all the bruises and scars he has. I learned to keep more medical supplies in my apartment for him. He always would half ass his wound treatments and maybe tie a cloth around it. Sometimes he was so lazy with himself I swear. One day, maybe a year after our first meeting, he comes knocking down my door. It’s the end of summer and around 11:00. Pretty early for our usual friend dates. He’s banging pretty hard but I’m taking a bath right now so I leisurely call him on my cell phone.

*Jason’s phone buzzes, and he picks it up*

“UM EXCUSE YOU, I know you are home, why are you *groans loudly* not opening the door??”

“Good evening Jason, you rudely interrupted my bath and therefore you can wait a second for me.”

I tease him while putting on a towel. He can wait on the couch if he really wants to come in.

“God, y/n, it’s an emergency!”

“Oh, an emergency to see me while I’m on the midst of a bath–”

I’m almost at the door and I see it being rattled. He is not doing what I think he is doing. God I really hope not. I know how to pick locks as well but I only use it for emergencies and this fool better have a good excuse before he comes barging in.

“JASON. I– ohmygod.”

I stare at his bloodied body. He looks a little off though, but I don’t have time to think about that.

“Y/n, I can explain later but I need your help right now.”

He says while I drag him to my bathroom and rip off his clothing and place him in my bathtub. I don’t ask any questions because one of the most important things you learn as a lawyer. The more you know, the less options you have for your client.

It’s silent and slightly awkward considering his bulky body bis almost naked in my bathtub. It wreaks of lavender and blood and raw meat and ugh. He tries to talk but I hush him up really quick. It sounds like an apology but I can’t risk it. Or himself. He also shouldn’t be risking himself by telling me. I ask him to stand up and he obliges. First thing I notice is that his underwear is black. No, I notice that he has a big gash on his abdomen. Bandages and gauze can help but I can’t stitch him. I barely know anything, only what little my friends and mother have taught me about first aid. I let my tub empty and pour alcohol all over him, his shoulders and his torso. After he is all patched up I grab him my snuggle to cover himself and make some coffee. He’s got a lot of explaining to do. I decided that I could help him out with whatever. I mean, he is almost like my only family here so, idk I just know that family takes care of family. This is my best friend and I'all help him out just like him with me.

I put on the first pair of leggings and sweater I saw, literally just patched him up with a towel robe on. I call him out here to sit and talk with me.

“Jason, come meet me in the kitchen please.”

The coffee is done and I sit myself on the counter. His cup is right beside me and I see him walking towards me and even though this situation is absolutely serious, he looks ridiculous in my snuggie and I can’t stop but laugh.

“God, Jason you look so attractive like this, a real lady killer.”

“Okay, okay cupcake don’t tease me now.”

“Jason Peter Todd. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to but I need some answers.”

“Shoot em.”

“Why did you come to me, instead of a hospital? Why did you come to me instead of a families house or another friend?”

He pauses for a while but then whispers

“ I, uh, okay, so… Alright, so I didn’t go to the hospital because I would have had to provide a reason to this mess and I can’t do that, I also know for a fact my family is really busy right now and can’t drop what they are doing to help me, also now isn’t a good time to drop in on my family, and uh I came to you because I knew you would help.”

“Well, you aren’t done yet, you still need some stitches or something and I can’t give them to you I don’t know how. I also don’t know how you are walking with such ease.”

“Baby girl, no worries I’m a lot tougher than you think, and I don’t really need much more help. I’ll just chill out here until I get better.”

“ *sigh* You are so stubborn and needy I swear. How did you even get so hurt?”

“I’d rather not share (nickname), but it wasn’t anything out of the usual, and yada yada I’ll be more careful. I am so tired so would you please be a good little girl and let me sleep now?”

He ruffles my hair and walks out of the kitchen and towards my room.

“Jay! where is my thank you, and you’re dead if you actually think I’m going to let you sleep on my sheets all bloodied like that.”

“Oh so you would let me sleep on your bed if I wasn’t bloody? I should come over more often.”

He turns around and plops on my body bean bag and looks at me with puppy eyes.

“Y/n, hunny, would you please tuck me in? I’m sowwy for being so needy.”


I fetch him a duvet and lay it over his body. I tuck in his neck and he pulls my arm in and whispers in my ear.

“Thanks for everything y/n. It means so much to me and I’ll definitely repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what we do for each other. Now get some sleep before I kick you out for being so exhausting.”

I kiss his forehead and settle myself on the couch, right by him. As he falls asleep I make my move.

I grab his cellphone from the pile of his clothes in my bathroom. I take a closer look and see that his clothes are bloodied, his skin has been cut, but the clothes he wore were clean (besides the blood) and untorn. Which means that he was wearing something else during the time of the incident and he didn’t want me to see what he was wearing when he got attacked. His cellphone is locked but it doesn’t take me long to open it. It’s my birthday and a couple letters mixed in. We changed our passwords together a while back. I look through his contact list for someone to call. He needs more medical help and the situation is too delicate to call a hospital. Perhaps a friend with a similar lifestyle could help.

Ugh, his contacts are a lot of “blonde girl from the bar,” or “baddie from the coffee shop.” Whenever he tells stories he usually doesn’t mention that he keeps their number😒. I see at the end of his contacts there are certain contacts that are different though.


These are his speed dials? I guess I’ll call dickhead because I don’t want to risk calling a girl, “old man” might be his dad and I would not want my father to get a call like this from a friend, “roy” is a very generic contact name, so dickhead seems alright.

Calling at 1:30 isn’t ever ideal but if my friend called me at 1:30 I would definitely pick up.

First ring.
It’s a pretty gruff voice.

“Hey what do you want? You know I am still on patrol, can this wait?”

“uh, this is a friend of Jason’s. I need a little help with him and I didn’t know who to call. Is this, um, dickhead?”

“Oh, shoot. Um sorry, I’ll come right over. Text me the address.”

He hangs up very abruptly.

I wait for “dickhead” to come over and admire Jason while he sleeps. My duvet is starting to get blood seeping through it but I don’t mind. Jason has the most lovely skin, sharp contours on his face, and the darkest hair. He has the smallest freckles on his face and the cutest scrunch on his face. “Dickhead” better get here fast, he might bleed out, and I won’t let that happen. I’d rather call the hospital and have Jay be mad at me than dead.

My door knob shakes again and a tall, dark haired, bulky, similar looking to Jason, kinda guy opens my door. He’s wearing a jacket hoodie and jeans, but the weirdest shoes. He walks over to me and frowns.

“What has Jaybird done now?”

“I tried my best to wrap him up but I can’t give him stitches or anything. He might bleed out and I’m scared.”

“I have to go. I’ll bring him home and have someone really patch him up.”

He scoops Jason into his arms with struggle and brings along my duvet. My bean bag has blood all over it but–

“Thanks for watching out from here, I'all take over for now, but my name is Dick and I hope you have a good night.”

“You aren’t just going to take him from me, I am coming with you.”

“Uh. No you aren’t. I don’t know you and I can’t fit you in my, uh, car.”

“Yea well, I know Jason and I am going to make sure he ends up okay. Don’t fight me on this. You didn’t even bring a car, so how will you take him home? I can see your motorcycle parked where it shouldn’t be, you can’t take him on that. I am driving lets go.”

Dick grumbles and thinks about how he forgot about that detail.

“Fine, can I drive though?”

“If you crash my audi, you’re going to pay for it.”

Dick scoffs and grabs the keys from the hook by the door.

“Let’s go.”

I sit in the back with Jason’s head on my lap. Dick drives my car smoothly and rapidly. I play with Jason’s hair, he must be so tired, he usually is a very light sleeper. Or maybe he is bleeding out but you know.

“So, who are you?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is f/n l/n, I am just a friend of Jason. I don’t really know what happened, he just kinda opened my door and needed my help so…”

“I see, well I am Dick, I am his *pause* brother and I was really shocked when you called. He never really calls, just texts.”

I explain why I chose to call him and we continue our small talk until we reach a mansion. A manor? Oh. I recognize where we are immediately. I won a humanitarian award here once. The stunning Wayne manor.

“Richard Grayson.”

“Uh, yea.”

He lifts Jason out of the car and I quickly follow.

“I don’t recall Jason saying that he was the missing Wayne child.”

Dick is silent.

I piece things together in my mind very quickly.

We enter the manor and it’s almost 2. Dick yells for Pennyworth and carries Jason into a room in the first floor. It’s a makeshift hospital room and I piece it all together.

“I’d prefer you leave the room until Alfred is done with Jason, so make yourself comfortable over in the living room. I have to go, but I trust you will be a good guest. I’ll be back in a little while. Oh and there may be other people walking through the house. You don’t have to say anything to them, but let them know you are here for Jason. See you soon.”

And he left, just like that.

“Alrighty then.” I whisper to no one in particular.

I’ve concluded that Jason and His brother are superheroes. It isn’t a secret that Bruce Wayne could be Batman and Batman consistently was involved with out super heroes and metahumans. It isn’t so hard to believe that Jason was a super hero. Just didn’t seem like his personality. Dick’s strange shoes were apart of his uniform, he didn’t have time to change them. I don’t know what I’ll do now that I know.

“Hello, are you deaf!?”

I turn around to see this kid yelling at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you I was just distracted. I am here for Jason.”

“I wasn’t expecting guests tonight. Especially ones that are affiliated with Jason. I don’t even expect Jason to come here.”

He stares at you for a while.

“Hey I know you. I’ve seen you here before. You were at a gala for my father.”

“Oh, that. Yes, I won an award for being a humanitarian but I usually don’t come to galas. Not my kinda thing. My name is f/n l/n. I suppose you are…”

“Damian Wayne. That’s not the only time I’ve seen you around though…”

“I have previously worked for your father. I was a lawyer for one of his projects a while back?”

“That’s probably it.”

There’s a long awkward silence but I enjoy it. A calm to the storm I was just in. Damian sits on the couch across from me reading a book without a title. I stare outside the ginormous window. It’s beautiful, the night. Only when it’s calm though, something I don’t get to experience in the city often.

“Ms. l/n, Jason is ready to see you. A warning though, he is quite upset with you. I shall be bringing some refreshments to the both of you soon.”
Alfred says to me as he rushes away to get the refreshments.

I nod my head at Damian and take a deep breath before heading towards Jason.

I open the door slowly,

“Jay, are you feeling alri–”

“I don’t understand why I am here. You had no right to bring me here. I said I was fine at your place so explain what you did. Now.”

He cuts me off so briskly and is speaking to me in such a harsh voice that I am frightened to speak. I have never had him speak to me like this.

I also will not accept him talking to me like this considering all the shit I just did for him.

“OKAY. First of all big boy, you forgot to say thank you. You were going to bleed out and I didn’t call the fucking hospital. I also didn’t want you to die so I got help. I called Dick from your speed dial list and asked him for help. Also don’t come at me with the "I don’t understand,” or “you had no right,” bullshit because I still don’t understand you and your past or why this all happened. I also had to just figure out all this shit, Jason, or should I say Nightwing? You didn’t have the right to barge into my house and ask for help without any information.“

He is about to say something, but quickly shuts his mouth and looks at me very grumpily. Which, under a different circumstance I totally would have fell weak for.

Alfred comes in the door with some crackers, cheese, and strong coffee.

"Mr, Ms, please enjoy.”

Alfred leaves the room swiftly.

“Okay f/n, I–”

“No. I am leaving. You can talk to me later when you realized that someone who cares a lot about you, just took care of you and you didn’t die. You know where to find me.”

I quickly leave the manor and head home to get back the couple hours of sleep before work tomorrow.

Jason’s POV.

Ugh, why did I blow up on her like that? God I’m such an idiot.

Damian walks into my room.

“Hey loser, your girlfriend just left and she was really upset. Also you will be in a lot of trouble because that’s f/n l/n, and she’s in touch with Father and she probably figured out our secret. You better fix this shit.”
And with that said, he leaves Jason.

Wow really Jason, I didn’t know I fucked up. I really did need you to remind me.

At least she doesn’t know everything right? She called me Nightwing, so she hadn’t really thought about this.

All because I got stabbed a couple of times. I’ll deal with this tomorrow.


Hello! So this is my first published work on tumblr and I’m so excited to put ti out and have it read.

This is written for @impalaimagining‘s Cheesy Pickup Line Challenge and my prompt was “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” I immediately thought of Sam and ran with an idea I had.

Paring: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,316


Originally posted by hunterchesters

Going out with your girlfriends on a Saturday night had been something you had always been hesitant to saying yes to. Your weekends had normally consisted of unwinding from your editing and writing job for the local paper. The job was something you’d loved since you’d started, but recently the days had seemed to be spiraling into an inescapable hell of writing, reading and fixing grammatical mistakes. You’d originally planned on having the weekend to yourself, your bed called to you desperately and it had taken everything in you to say no to the appealing offer and get  into the shower instead.

Married, one of your high school best friends was getting married in a month and a half to a man who you’d only met a few times but seemed to make her quite happy, which was all you wanted for her. She’d told you of her bachelorette party at least a month ago and you knew you’d written it in on your calendar, you simply hadn’t had the chance to look at your calendar with how busy you’d been these past few weeks. She’d chosen a bar that wasn’t too far from your apartment so in all it ended up all being quite perfect except for your reluctance to go.

You had picked out a navy blue dress after searching through your closet for things that were acceptable to wear to a bar. The dress was a bit tighter than the outfits you would normally choose to wear but was loose enough to not come off as desperate for a quick fuck. You weren’t necessarily desperate for sex but you weren’t one to pass up on an opportunity for a one night stand.

An hour into the party and the only thing that had been keeping you sane was the soft music playing in the bar and the occasional semi-attractive man that would come in and glance your way. You didn’t hate weddings and weren’t against the idea of love in anyway, but when it had come to discussing each and every little detail about the wedding and the reception you’d found yourself desperately searching for an escape plan.

All thoughts of escaping were interrupted when your friend Alissa had spoken up flashing a smile at you, her eyes moving from you to a spot at the bar.

“He’s been looking at you all night you know, I’d go make a move to talk to him if I were you. He looks like pure sin and god knows you have been way too busy to get laid recently.” She says and you don’t know if you should be uneased or flattered by being watched by a stranger.

You’re about to say something in protest, about how he’s probably some creep at a bar who does this to every woman coming into the bar and then you turn and see him and every word you were about to say disappears. The man in question still has his eyes on you, his eyes move up and down your body, clearly thinking about what’s underneath. He’s built like a greek god and you have to turn away from him and back to your friends because you knew you’d keep staring at the man in the corner of the bar without a second thought.

“What am I supposed to do just go up to him and ask him to kindly fuck me? I haven’t done this whole flirting thing in a long time.” You say trying to stay quiet not wanting him to hear you. You’d wanted a way out but you didn’t think it would come in this way, though you weren’t one to complain.

“Go and do something while you have the chance, god knows I’d already be over there if I weren’t getting married.” Sarah said before handing you your purse and shooing you away in his direction.

This should be much easier than flirting with someone you knew, because he didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. It had taken you a moment to just take a deep breath and tell yourself you could go do this and put yourself out there and have a little fun because you’d worked too hard and deserved a break. So you’d taken a step and then another until you found yourself in front of the man who looked even better up close. A smile played on his lips as he looked up at you, his gaze had stayed a moment longer on your lips before staying on your eyes. He opened his mouth about to speak and probably introduce himself but you were moments quicker.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you look like you belong there instead of here.” You say quickly, a smile playing on your lips. You wouldn’t be shocked if he were to think you were crazy now or strange and changed his mind on wanting to sleep with you because you couldn’t have said anything anymore stupid.

Then he laughed, the smile on his lips grew and he just laughed and your heart sank. Dear god he thought you were an idiot.

“I don’t think I ever belonged in heaven to begin with sweetheart. I guess you could say they don’t like me very much.” He says pausing for a moment and his eyes flicker back down to your lips for a moment and then your breasts and then continue moving lower before back up again.

“You should really sit down; I’d like to talk with you more and learn more about the girl I’ve been looking at from afar.”

You obey without a moment of hesitation, taking a seat on the barstool next to his and then the conversation starts. Its simple introductory things, you learn his name is Sam and he’s an agent with the FBI with his brother, Dean. They go on a lot more of undercover cases and end up traveling quite a lot and end up staying in town for a few days before leaving which was perfect. An easy one night stand. You talk about yourself, your own job and the things you like. How you’ve lived here almost all your life and wish you could travel more like he does. Somewhere in between talking about how stressful these past few weeks have been his hand finds a place on your lower thigh and his fingers have been making deliberate and teasing circles along your leg, slowly moving higher and higher as you speak. Talking suddenly feels much harder to do and you wonder for a moment if he’s going to finger you right here and now and you realize you wouldn’t stop him.

His fingers reach the material of your dress and there’s nowhere else for them to go except under your dress but he doesn’t move them an inch further. They just stay there, his fingers continuing to create small circles on your leg, which are driving you insane. You want more, you’re done with the teasing touches and tiptoeing around the known fact that the two of you will be having sex tonight.

“Sam, please.” You beg, your words are a soft plea and his motions stop completely and his hand moves back to his side and a smirk plays on his lips as he looks at you.

“That’s all you needed to say and I would have stopped everything and taken you to the closest unoccupied place and simply taken you. Though with how wet I’m guessing you are I don’t think you would have minded if I simply fucked you right here and everyone saw.” He says calmly but you can see the lust and want in his eyes, and you know he would bend you over the bar stool your sitting on and fuck you until you saw stars, for everyone to see. You can’t help but gasp at his words, slightly shocked at his forwardness.

“I don’t like waiting sweetheart.” He says pausing a moment to look around at the still heavily occupied bar. “You’re going to go to the women’s bathroom and wait for a single knock and then I’m going to have my way with you.”

You wait a moment making sure he’s completely serious with this. The idea is slightly crazy and something you normally wouldn’t do, but you have a feeling that he will be completely worth it. You comply with his request and soon find yourself in the bathroom of the bar, you’re trying to stay calm and focus on breathing and staying relaxed but the wetness between your legs has you squirming and desperate for either your own touch or Sam’s, preferably Sam’s. You’re about to cave in to your own desires and simply begin to touch yourself under your dress when you hear the single knock at the door. You move and unlock the door and in a moment Sam’s inside with you, locking the door behind him. He turns to you looking over your figure, looking for any trace of hesitation from you.

“You’re completely sure about this (y/n)?” He asks and you can tell it’s taking everything in him to not touch you and have his way with you.

“Touch me, Sam.” The nearly silent words leave your lips and in another moment you’re against a wall with Sam in front of you, his lips claim yours in a rough, searing kiss that takes your breath away. His hands move up to your breasts, kneading them softly, teasingly. You run your hands through his hair, gently tugging when his lips move away from yours and begin kissing a trail down your neck until they stop completely, staying in one place. He softly groaned into the kiss, tugging roughly at your nipple, his touch had you whimpering out, desperate for more. He moved away from your lips only when you began to move your hips against his own. His hands made their way down your body, teasing touches to make you squirm.

“Wanna be inside you (y/n).” He says against your lips, his words are soft but there’s this demandingness behind them.

Your hands move to undo his jeans and he pulls them with his boxers, down to his knees and that’s as far as they get because then you have your hand wrapped around his erection and he’s completely lost to the feelings of you and how good your hand feels wrapped around his cock.

“Come on babe, stop teasing me. You and I both know what we really want.” His hands move under your dress and move your panties so he has full access between your legs. His fingers languidly move along your slit, your wetness coating his fingers and the feeling has your head falling back with a moan of his name. All too soon he removes his hand and brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you and you think there’s nothing more erotic than the sight that’s in front of you.

“Sam. Please.” You beg, your voice almost a whisper.

“Since you’ve asked so nicely.” He says with a smirk playing on his lips and before you can completely comprehend what’s happened you’re against the wall completely, your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s inside you with no preparation or warning.

Sex with men you’d had before was fine and okay but it was never like this. Sam inside you felt right and so good. He had you seeing stars by the second time he thrusted back into you, pulling completely out so just the tip was inside you before slamming back into you again. Your lips found his again, stifling the moans and gasps that threatened to leave your lips and alert everyone in the bar as to how well Sam was fucking you.

His hands gripped onto your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises the next morning but you couldn’t find a reason to care. With Sam you let down all the walls you’d kept up around normal men and simply lived in the moment and let your inhibitions leave for a little bit. This, the feeling of completely immersing yourself into just sex, no strings attached and no awkward morning after was so nice.

You’d held onto him so tightly and silenced your screams of pleasure as he brought you over the edge not once but twice before his movements became more frantic before he stills inside you gripping onto you as he cums inside you. Both of your breathing is labored and he trails his lips down your neck once more before pulling out of you, setting you back on your feet and slipping his pants back on.

You straighten out your dress, knowing that no matter what you do there will be people who look and talk. Your hair’s a mess and you’re positive you have at least two hickies somewhere on your neck and you smell like sex. You couldn’t care less.

Your eyes meet his once more but he’s the first to speak, “This wasn’t how I was planning the night to go. I wasn’t planning on doing this tonight and then I saw you and all thoughts of just getting a drink at a bar left my mind.” He’s smiling once he’s finished talking and you find yourself to be too.

“I thought you thought that I was an idiot with my awful flirting skills.” You say with a small laugh.

“Thank you though, for a wonderful night of new experiences and fantastic sex, Sam Winchester.” With a wink and a smirk playing on your lips as you hand him back his phone, you leave the bathroom and Sam. Thanking God that you ran into Sam and praying that he’d stop by town more often, you wouldn’t be hard to find, since you’d left him with your phone number.

The Sober Drunk

I have a friend who looks absolutely sober when she’s drunk, she carries a perfectly sane conversation, stands straight, looks for all purposes like a sober person. And then she turns around and throws up on the sidewalk.

This a bit of pointless fun set in New Rome Chronicles.


There are types of drunk, Percy knows. College has taught him which ones his friends are. Jason is a sad drunk, whenever he overindulges he’s the one with his head in his hands mumbling about ruined childhood and his poor, poor friends. Piper is the over affectionate drunk, everyone is her best friend, everyone is the best person in the world. Frank the praetor makes it a point to not lose his wits in case an emergency arises and he’s often the appointed driver, or the one who collects the drunk friends and gets them out of the party when they’ve had enough, and the one time he got slightly buzzed all it did was make him sleepy. Percy had been told he was a giggly drunk, laughing at absolutely anything for fifteen minutes straight and then passing out.

Annabeth was different. She, like Frank, did not like the idea of losing her grip on herself so she very rarely got more than a drink or two in.

But the one time she’d gone out with her New Rome friends and came back drunk… Well. Percy actually had trouble recognizing the fact that she was drunk at all.

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Carmen - part one

Originally posted by nouf-neverends96

New series based on this Lana del Rey song, ‘Carmen’.

Mood boards for this series can be found on my masterlist here

Thomas Shelby - Carmen

Everything about her was a lie.

Her girlish smiles, flirtatious giggles; her charming ways. The intriguing stories she shared and the friendships she made along the way. These lies so repetitive and consuming they had become her truth, living and believing her own lies under the eyes of others.

He heard her before he saw her. Her laughter was a melodic tone that danced around the room causing all heads to turn to her involuntarily. Her head was tipped back, eyes scrunched up and her teeth on show as she reacted the way she believed she should to the men swarming around her. After, a warm smile rested on her lips which were stained a bold red.

He was aware of the contrast between their faces, his stony and blank having not changed since he sat in the dimly lit booth in the corner of the pub. Hers; warm and inviting.

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I'm comin' home (AJ Styles x Reader)

(First Fic on tumblr! I know I’m not the best writer in the world but I can’t get better if I don’t keep writing and practicing! I’ve read through it twice and didn’t see any grammar/spelling errors but if I notice one later I’ll fix it!)
Characters: AJ Styles, you, a little Dean Ambrose, mention of Nikki Bella
Warnings: Angst, possible cheating
Very loosely (like you can see it if you close your left eye and close your right eye) based on the song Hold On by the Scott Brothers And a special shoutout to one of my favorite blogs llowkeys (my mobile won’t let me tag) for being my go to AJ source for all things from sassy answer to anons to very sexy pictures of the one and only AJ. You helped inspire this so I hope you like it.

It’s been four days. Four days since I’ve talked to AJ. Its not for lack of trying on my part either. I’ve tried calling, face-timing, and texting him and he never responds. He’s never done this before. Normally he calls me all the time when he’s on the road. During the day he’d send me pictures of him out and about with his coworkers/friends. And on nights when I really missed him I could convince him to FaceTime me so I could see his smiling face. But now I can’t get him to talk to me.
I tried to think back to the last time we talked. About 5 days ago he called me from a town in Ohio where Smackdown was being taped. He said he was getting ready for bed and wanted to say goodnight to me. We talked for an hour before hanging up. I don’t think any negative things were sad. He was pretty happy with how Smackdown turned out. I, of course, had watched and told him how proud I was of him. We talked about how he would be home in 5 days, which meant he would be home today. I couldn’t think of anything that would make him mad at me. Maybe I said something and he misunderstood me. I guess I’ll find out when he comes home and I’ll explain everything.
AJ would be home around 6 tonight. I had everything planned out on how to figure out why he stopped responding to me. I’d cook his favorite meal and we’d talk over dinner. Once noon rolled around I decided to head to the store and pick up the ingredients for dinner. I get dressed and head out. I walk around the grocery store grabbing anything I’ll need for tonight. I check over my shopping and see the next item on the list is seasonings. I push the cart to the aisle and look for the seasons I need. Then I hear someone talking. Normally I would never listen in on a strangers conversation but I could have sworn they said AJ’s name. We lived in a somewhat small town, as a way to distance ourselves from the spotlight AJ lives in when he’s on the road. It was normal for people to gossip especially about the town celebrity. I looked around and saw two woman I didn’t know at the other end of the aisle looking away from me. “I’m telling you Helen it’s true. My son Jimmy told me. He has one of those wrestling fan sites and someone posted a picture of AJ Styles with some girl in his lap at a bar. And it was for sure not his fiancée.” “I don’t know Nancy. I’ve run into him a few times. He seems like such a nice guy. And I’ve seen him and (Y/N), I think that’s his fiancées name, out on dates a few times when William and I go out. They seem pretty happy and pretty in love.” “Let’s see if I can find the site my son showed me.” The first woman, Nancy, said pulling our her phone. “Well it’s not the same website but there’s quite a few links on here. Poor (Y/N). I wonder if she knows yet.” Both women shrug and start up on a new topic while walking father from me and to a new aisle. I get my phone from my purse and google ‘AJ Styles cheating’. AJ and I wanted to keep our relationship semi private. I didn’t want to the spotlight but he felt like it was important that people know we were together. He figured it may help keep gold digger girls off him. But I guess that wasn’t working. Google finally pops up results and I don’t believe my eyes. At least seven websites are reporting on AJ with different woman. I open a few of the links and almost cry right there in the grocery store. Dozens of pictures of AJ are posted. Each one he has a beer in one hand and a different girl near him or on his lap. This must be some joke. I look through the other websites and it’s all the same. I close my phone and walk out of the store without the items I was shopping for. I was in no mood to cook for him tonight. Tonight would be him explaining to me what the hell is going on. Once I get home I start crying. Why would AJ cheat on me? Was he getting tired of me? Was this his way of calling off our wedding that was only 3 months away? After a few minutes of tears and questioning everything I decided to find out some truth. I had only been to live shows a few times but while I was there some of the super stars gave me their numbers in case of emergency and I couldn’t get a hold of AJ. I look through my contacts and just decide to try Dean Ambrose. He and AJ didn’t get along well but he was always nice to me and I imagine he was also at bars and would tell me the truth. He doesn’t seem like the kinda guy to sugar coat things. Right as I’m about to hit the call button a text from AJ finally appears. “Sorry babe can’t make it home this week. Something came up we all have to stay. Try to be home next week. - AJ” What? He wasn’t coming home at all? We haven’t seen each other in a month or talked in almost a week and the only thing he has to stay is Sorry. He didn’t say he missed me or that he loved me? Once I read the message again to make sure I’m reading it correctly I call Dean. It rings three times then he answers. “This is Dean.” “Hey Dean. This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). AJ’s fiancée. Have you seen AJ lately? He hasn’t been answer my calls and I’m worried about him.” I decide not to jump straight to the is my fiancé cheating on me line. “I’ve seen him a few times since the show. Seems like he’s fine. Hasn’t been making that stupid face he makes when he’s pissed.” “Okay. Now, um, this is really awkward but to ask but I figured you out of all people would give me a straight answer. I’ve seen the pictures on social media of AJ at bars with other women. Are those real? Is that really happening?” There’s a silence on the other end of the line. That can’t be good. It means he is trying to find the right way to tell me AJ is cheating. “Yeah they are. I’m sorry (Y/N). After the first time it happened we figured he was drunk and not thinking straight. Nothing happened the girl just danced on him and sat with him. When it happened again the next time Nikki Bella asked him what he was doing since he has a fiancée and all. He just snapped at her and told her to mind her own damn business. She thought about telling you but then realized no one but AJ knew your number.” With every word he said my world came crashing down. AJ was cheating on me. “So he starting talking girls back to his room?” “He took them somewhere.” “Is it true that something came up and you all have to stay for another week? He just sent me a text saying that.” “Yes that one is true. They scheduled wrong and our week off is in a week not this week. Listen I’ve gotta go but I’ll talk to AJ for you. I won’t tell him you know about the girls but I’ll tell him to actually call you since you’re worried about him.” “Okay. Thanks Dean you’ve been very helpful.” “No problem (Y/N). I hope things work out.” And with that the phone call is ended. For the next few days AJ still doesn’t call. Dean has started texting me updates on him though. He told AJ to call me and AJ said he would at some point but that hasn’t happened. Dean did say he hasn’t been hanging around any girls at the bars so that’s good I guess. I can’t believe the only contact I’m having with my fiancé is through a guy he can barely stand. During the rare moments I’m not thinking about AJ I’m thinking about our wedding. The wedding that might be called off. I had already bought a dress but I could sell it only. Same with the rings. The stone in my engagement ring was my grandmothers so I’ll take the stone back and him the rose gold setting back. I’ll see if I can take his silver band back to the jeweler where I bought it. Food could easily be canceled. Same with venue and hotel rooms among other odds and ends. I’d have to tell my family. That would be a mess. I’d have to move out of the house since it was his before we got together. I’d probably have to move back to home with my parents and find a job to save up money to rent an apartment. And here I thought I was living in a perfect fantasy world. Guess not. Today is a week later which means AJ should be home today. I don’t know if I’m ready. I’ve trying to mentally prepare myself for the last couple of nights. My phone started ringing while I was making my self some lunch. I knew who it was before I even looked at the caller ID. AJ had set his intro music has his ringtone on my phone. Everyone else was stuck with the generic ringtones preset on the phone. I take a deep breath before answer. “Hello.” “Hey Darlin’ I’m packing up now and I’ll be at the airport soon. So I’ll be home in about 3 hours. Is my girl gonna be waiting on me?” That’s what I normally did. I would go to the airport and wait for him to land and once I saw him I would run into his arms. But how could he be acting so casual? After everything that has happened. I take another breath and decide to call him out on it. “You’ve been cheating on me. And don’t lie either. I’ve seen the pictures and I’ve talking with Dean Ambrose. You didn’t talk to me for days and I have to find out you’ve been hanging around other women at bars from two strangers in the grocery store. And even when Dean told you I was worried and you to call me you didn’t. So tell me what the hell is going on? Is this your way of saying you want to call off the wedding and break up? Should I start packing my bags now and book a plane ticket to my parents?” By the end of this I’m crying. “Darlin’. Please don’t cry. I-I… It’s a lot to explain. I promise I don’t want to call off the wedding. I love you. Once I get home I’ll explain everything to you. Okay?” He sounded sincere. Like he was sorry. “I’ll be at the airport. It’s raining here and you should walk in the rain.” “Thank you Darlin’. I have a surprise for you. You’re gonna love it. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” “I love you too.” It’s such a knee jerk reaction I don’t have time to stop myself from saying it. But then again I do still love him. I start getting ready to head to the airport. After a shower, where I think about everything AJ said, I get dressed and do hair and makeup. Then I get to the airport and want by the baggage claim for AJ. Twenty minutes and a lot of games of phone solitaire later I hear people walking towards the area where I’m standing. I put my phone in my purse and look up. He’s one of the last to get to the claim area. I walk over to him and don’t say anything. He smiled a somewhat sad smile at me and waits for his suitcase to arrive. Once it does he grabs it and we wordlessly walk to the parking lot. “Do you want me to drive?” This is the first thing he says to me. “No. I couldn’t find the keys to the truck so I had to bring my car and you don’t like driving my car.” I say as we reach my car. He puts his bag in the backseat and we both get in. The drive is silent. Which is so unusual for us. Normally he’s telling me about his trip and at some point his hand will makes its way to mine and doesn’t let go until we are home. We reach home and head inside. AJ sets his suitcase in our room and comes back out to the living where I’m sitting on the couch waiting on his explanation. He sits in the chair across from me and sighs dragging his hand down his face. Something he does when he’s nervous or doesn’t want to talk about something. “I promise nothing happened with those girls. I didn’t sleep with any of them. I didn’t kiss them. Nothing happened. I only brought one back to my room and as soon I opened the door I thought of you and sent her away. I don’t know what got into me Darlin’. I guess I’m just worried about the wedding. I’m getting nervous. I don’t want what happened last time to happen again.” This would be AJ’s second marriage. The first ended in divorce. “But it won’t. I love you and would never cheat on you like she did. You are the only guy in the world for me. I care about you more then I care about myself.” I try my best to hold back the tears in my eyes but they slip anyway. AJ leans closer to me and wipes them away before sitting back straight. “I know that. And I was being stupid. And I am so sorry Darlin’. I promise it won’t happen again. These last two weeks I’ve been an idiot and I can’t believe I hurt my favorite girl for such a stupid reason. Can you forgive me?” “Hey can I be so sure it won’t happen again? There’s just a few months until the wedding and even after that things could happen.” “Come on the road with me. You’ve always said you want to travel and see new places. We would have to be more public with our relationship but you know I love you and you love me why not let people how much we love each other.” He moves from the chair to the couch and takes my hand in his. “Please forgive me Darlin’. I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am.” I look down at our hands together. My tiny fingers laced with his bigger ones. Light reflecting off the stone in my ring. I look up to his face and I can see the sadness in his blue eyes. I take free hand and brush an out of place from his forehead and smile. “Okay. I’ll forgive you. And I’ll come on the road with you too.” His face breaks out into one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen and he kisses me for the first time in over a month. It’s simple, soft, and full of love. We pull apart and I lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around me. “Where’s my present? You said you bought me something?” He looks at me for a spilt second and laughs. “We just had a very touching heart-to-heart talk and now all you can think about is your present?” “Well if it’s from you then it’s bound to be an awesome present.” “It’s in my suitcase. I’ll go get it.” I lean up so he can get off the couch. He disappears to our bedroom and soon returns with a plain blue gift bag. He sits back down and pulls me on to his lap. “Here you go Darlin’.” He hands me the bag and I immediately reach my hand in. What I pull out is a t-shirt. One of his WWE merch t-shirts. A shirt that I probably have at least 3 more of in my dresser. I look at AJ for a moment confused and he takes the shirt and turns it around. On the back it says ‘AJ’s wife & Number 1 Fangirl’. I smile and giggle a little before setting the shirt aside. “I love it. I’ll wear it to every show. Make sure everyone knows who my man is.” “Damn right you’ll show them. If you start hanging around backstage I don’t want those idiots to think you’re free game. You’re mine.” “Yes I’m yours. Very happily yours.” I smile and kiss him again before he starts telling me all about his month on the road.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where Ezekiel is in a really bad relationship and Jake is all worried but Ezekiel thinks he's overstepping his boundaries but then everything between him and his partner gets worse and Ezekiel is terrified and miserable and goes to Jake for help?

This got…long. But, I guess, that was to be expected with a topic this important. It also doesn’t help that I turned this into a Happily Ever Afters AU! (except Ezekiel’s not an FBI agent and Jake’s not a professor. The Library-Bar is still there though.) I really wanted to visit that universe and this prompt, being a bit more serious and domestic than the usual show, felt like the perfect excuse for it. I really hope you enjoy this!

Warning: This talks about serious topics such as domestic abuse/abusive relationships (mainly mental/emotional but physical is touched upon). I don’t claim to be an expert on these topics and tried to base it off the few personal experiences I’ve (and people I know have) had with abusive relationships (which, blessedly, isn’t much anyways). If this is something you cannot read then please do not. Please take care of yourselves and heed these warnings. And, also, I love you, whoever you may be. So, so much <3

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I was wondering if maybe i could get another jb imagine? My idea is a one night stand that turned into something more. You can finish the details.

AN I’m sorry I’m so terrible at updating, I feel like I’m failing you guys. I try to update every day, but sometimes I can’t then I end up doing it in the morning like a loser. Which is now. Which I can’t do when school starts. I’m gonna have to start going to bed earlier if I wanna get these done during the school year. Which the school year here starts on Wednesday, as in this wednesday. I’m going to die. Meanwhile, we are enjoying a nice Jack imagine. This is requested by our very own Baracanunot from wattpad. Wonderful, now once I figure out how to dedicate chapters to people, this will go over a lot more smoothly.

Warning: smut

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Sipping on my drink, looking out into the sea of people, I really just needed to let loose tonight. Some stranger in here was going to be a lucky son of a bitch, because let me tell you, I’m great in bed. Or so I’m told. When your boyfriend is in the military, you learn to cope with loneliness, but fortunately for me, my boyfriend broke up with me today because apparently he couldn’t “be the boyfriend I deserved” or some bullshit like that.

The shitty thing was was that he broke up with me while I was at work. Through text. Like could you get even more cowardly? But my friend helped calm me down, and my makeup wasn’t too bad. So now here I was trying to get over what’s-his-dick at this stupid club. One night stands were a perfect stress reliever. They’re gone before you even wake up so there’s nothing awkward about it, so there’s a plus. It’s like you never even did it, unless they were good at it and you were sore the next day.

So I was scanning the room looking for someone, anyone to come and take my pain away even if it was only for like five minutes. I could deal with that. There were sweaty twenty-something year olds everywhere, rubbing themselves over the opposite gender as if they were dogs scratching their back. They might as well just have a “fuck me” sign. Maybe I’m just being cynical, but they all looked like potential warning labels.

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SIM SUBMISSION: MANDI LEE for @citrus-soda !

I made this little beaut for citrus-soda’s “Are You The One?” challenge!


  • Musical Genius
  • Hot Headed
  • Creative
  • Dance Machine


Mandi grew up in downtown San Myshuno and quickly developed a love for music. A gift for music has inhabited her family for generations. Back in her prime, her mother was a regular vocalist at the jazz clubs in the southern city districts. Her father, on the other hand, was a jazz musician. I’m guessing you can figure out how her parents met. Mandi has taken the talent given to her by her parents and put her own Pop-Funk spin on it. You can often find her at Karoke bars or open mic nights, trying out her new material. She’s been working on an EP for years now, but never had the courage to release her material to the world. The life of a starving artist is quite lonely though. She hopes that joining this show will help give her the courage she needs to share her voice with the world and potentially find that “special someone” that shares in her love of music.

(i’m terrible at bios, sue me)

This is a private download at the moment, but she may be released if there’s interest once citrus-soda’s challenge is over.

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What do you think about Yuzuru's and Shoma's choice of music for next season?

ride or die, bros that recycle together stay together

i mean, we don’t know what yuzuru’s fs is yet, but i’m not excited for him to bring ballade back for a third season, even if it’s a good program. i think he already did everything he could with it. maybe he could change the music cuts, tweak the choreo…but it’s still the same piece of music and if you’re going to spend time rechoreographing it, why not just make another program to different music instead? but considering that so many other skaters are also recycling old programs for the olympics, it’s…a strategy, i guess. not really a strategy i approve of, but that’s just me. i hope his fs will be new, at least.

shoma picked some of the warhorsiest warhorses, which means he has to work that much harder to overcome my trepidation. four seasons has the potential to be good, i like the little bits we’ve seen of it so far. (it also helps that even though there are 34636354 four seasons programs, i don’t like/remember most of them, so the bar is already set low for me.) i hope he’s going for a darker interpretation, that might be interesting. turandot is…well, he already confirmed it will have new music cuts and new choreo and essentially be a different program from the first, so i’ll wait and see how it goes. not excited about this choice either, but again, it seems to be the prevalent strategy for next season. he says he wants to show how much he’s grown by using it again, but i’m afraid that it might be seen as a step backwards instead.

basically, i’ll give the programs a chance, but i think both skaters are capable of more than this.

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Draco getting drunk for the first time while he is in a Muggle bar with Harry


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“Potter, why are we going to a muggle bar?”

Harry sighed.

“Because, Draco, nobody will recognize us, so we can enjoy ourselves.”

The two of them had run into each other a few months after the war, and decided to catch up over a few drinks. They both really enjoyed themselves, so now it turned into a regular thing. The go out every weekend, and they alternate on who gets to choose the bar. It happened to be Harry’s weekend, and he chose a muggle bar.

Honestly, the real reason Harry chose this bar was because he just really wanted to see Draco drunk. He had never gotten drunk any time they went out, and for whatever reason, muggle alcohol was stronger than that of wizards. 

They entered the bar, which only had a few people in it. Harry immediately ordered them both a martini.

“Drinks are on me tonight.”

Draco eyed him skeptically, but just shrugged. If Potter wanted to spend his money on him, fine.

Draco took a drink of his martini and cringed.

“This is bloody strong!”

Harry just smiled.

“What, can’t handle your alcohol?”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Please, Potter. You know I can drink you under the table.”

Harry grinned and sipped his drink.

“We’ll see.”

Harry knew that he couldn’t drink as much as usual because he wanted to remember what drunk Draco was like. He started ordering water for himself and just told Draco it was vodka and soda.

After just a few drinks, Draco was already not his usual composed self. He was even calling Harry by his first name.

“Haaarry,” he whined, making Harry chuckle.

“Yes, Draco?”

“Can you get me another one of those…what were they called?”

“I don’t know, you’ve had a lot of different things to drink tonight.”

Draco pouted, and Harry felt his heart fill with warmth at how cute he looked.

“You do know! The…the lime thing.”

“A margarita?”


“Okay,” Harry said, turning towards the bartender. “One margarita, please.”

The drink was quickly made, and Harry handed it to Draco.

“See, muggle bars aren’t so bad.”

“They’re okay, I guess…Harry! Will you play that game with me?” Draco asked, suddenly very excited.

Harry looked the where he was pointing, and his eyes landed on a pool table.

“I don’t know, Draco…” Harry teased.

“Please Harry! Oh please, please, please!”

Harry chuckled and stood up before holding out a hand to help Draco off his stool.

“Do you know how to play?”

“No, teach me!”

Draco could barely stay standing without holding onto Harry’s bicep, though, so Harry decided that they should save playing pool for next weekend.

“Maybe we should wait until next weekend.”

“But, but…I want to play.”

“You can. Just not right now, okay? This game doesn’t work, see? There aren’t any balls,” Harry said, knowing that Draco wouldn’t know you had to pay for them to come out.


“How about I take you home?”

“Okay…but you promise we can play next time?”

Harry grinned.

“Of course.”

“Harry?” Draco asked shyly as they walked outside, the cold winter air hitting their skin.


“Can I hold your hand?” 

Harry turned to look at him, unsure if he was serious or not, but Draco was looking at him with wide, innocent, grey eyes, and Harry knew he was.

Harry just smiled and took Draco’s cold hand into his own.

Draco began shivering, and Harry released his hand to wrap an arm around Draco’s shoulders.

“You’re so warm,” he mumbled.

Harry just chuckled.

“You are very cute when you’re drunk, Draco Malfoy.” Harry knew Draco wouldn’t remember him saying it, so he wasn’t embarrassed.

Draco simply grinned.

“Alright, we’re here.” 

Draco looked up and realized they had reached his house.

“Goodnight, Draco,” Harry murmured and kissed Draco’s cheek, which was pink from the cold.

Draco smiled and fluttered his eyelashes.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

When Jeff took the job with the Aces, he knew nothing about hockey beyond what he read on their Wikipedia page ten minutes before the interview.

It had been a stroke of good luck that he happened to know a friend of a friend that got somehow got his portfolio on the desk of someone important with the hockey team. The next thing he knew getting offered a job with the PR team that paid three times more than what what the newspaper could offer him.

So, Jeff moved out to Las Vegas with barely any time to pack up his belongings, and the next day, he was finishing up the last of the paper work. After the morning of grueling meetings, Jeff went to go see the team on the ice. He wanted to practice getting a few shots to get an idea of how he was going to photograph them during games. He did know how to get a good photo while the athletes were in motion, but he’d never done hockey before.

Jeff watched for a bit from the stands. The plays they were practicing were beyond his understanding, but it was fascinating to watch them skate with an unexpected grace as they chased after the puck. He got a couple of shots in and decided that they weren’t bad.

At the end of practice, Jeff started to pack up his camera when he realized that one of the guys had come up to him. The guy was still in his gear, though the helmet was tucked under an arm. His wild, blond hair was damp from sweat and pushed back carelessly. Jeff immediately recognized him as the captain, Parson.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Parson said thoughtfully as he assessed Jeff. 

“I’m new,” he explained after he’d introduced himself.

“I know.“ Parson’s tone was innocent, but the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. “I would have noticed you.”

Jeff, for a brief moment, thought he’d misheard, but Parson smirked, and that was when Jeff knew he was in trouble.

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roseofcancer  asked:

Can you do the pairings for Neville?

Of course! Thanks for asking! :)

NOTP - Neville and Draco. I don’t think they could get past their Hogwarts years, and I don’t think either of them would want to. 

BROTP - I love the way Neville always had Harry’s back, no matter what. I dare you to read the part in TDH where Neville tells Harry the DA is behind him all the way and not tear up a little. 

OTP - I like the idea of Neville and Hannah, I suppose, even though we didn’t see them interact much in canon much. I guess I just really like the idea of Neville living over a bar and enjoying life.

Second Choice Pairing - Neville and the Sword of Gryffindor, chopping off Nagini’s head. I fist-pump every time I think about it.

Fluffy Pairing - Neville and Charlie strike up a correspondence when Charlie asks for advice on herbs that might help treat a rash on Norbert Jr.’s tail. They pen pal back and forth, sending each other herb samples and dragon artifacts.

Angsty Pairing - I wrote a drabble on post-war Blaise and Neville, and I’m kinda into it now? The Zabinis weren’t Death Eaters, and Blaise always seemed more aloof/snobby than actively cruel. They might have been able to work it out, but it would have been angsty for sure.

Favorite Poly Ship - Neville, Luna and Ginny (as bros, no romo), holding down the fort together during TDH. 

Weirdest Pairing - Harry/Neville romantically. So awkward.

@annawrites (idk why it won’t let me tag you l o l #tumblr): mars bars are a copy of an american candy bar called milky way, also made by mars candy company. based on my admittedly limited, wikipedia-based research for that fic (in other words idk if this is correct but i think i remember that) the british mars made a british version of the milky way for his daughter. now mars bars are sold everywhere except the US, where we have milky ways, which are like snickers without the peanuts. idk if you have snickers though. 

also, i guess europeans also have milky ways, but european milky ways are more like american 3 musketeers.

here are some pictures i stole from the internet to help illustrate this point:

the moral to this story is that it doesn’t make any sense for neil to jog 8 miles out of his way to buy a candy bar that is essentially just a milky way in more goth packaging, but he does it for his friend anyway :’)