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Yes Sir

Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Word Count:5,137

Warnings:Swearing and Sexual Content

A/N:I WAS IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG. CEO WANG! DIDNT FIND ONE I LIKED SO I WROTE ONE. Took so long and so much energy though.

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It’s always the same old, same old. Piles of paperwork, boring meetings, and overtime. Overtime was never your favorite. Was it anyone’s? The office was quiet and the only sound was that of papers flipping on both your desk and about two others. It was supposed to be about time you got home with your wine and your pizza for the weekend but of course, people were depending on you. The only upside to this crappy night was the view. Your office had a clear view of CEO Jackson Wang’s office if he chose to keep his blinds open. When he didn’t it was your loss but when he did, you couldn’t be happier. You observed how intently he worked. His jaw clenching when he was deep in thought and letting go when he found a solution. He was often fidgeting with his sleek black pen when he wasn’t writing with it. His office seemed pretty spacious so he often stood up and would pace back and forth behind his desk, talking to himself it seems. It was a wonderful view indeed and you were grateful that although he had the same view of you, he never looked your way.

He was a handsome man, one that could make you melt under his gaze but that rarely happened. He’s rarely looked at you ever since you started working here. A few times in a meeting and that was it. He didn’t speak too often with people at the office but he made rounds and sometimes asked how we were doing before going back to work. But tonight seemed different. You prepared to go back to your work when you felt a presence burning a hole in your face. It wasn’t too intense, as if they wanted to be inconspicuous. You looked up to see no other than CEO Wang staring back. You sat there in disbelief as he stared. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand, twisting it around his long, nimble fingers. Before you could break eye contact, he did it instead. He lowered his head and then brought it back up further, allowing you to see his defined neck. He ran a hand through his hair and by his gestures, you assumed he had laughed as well. Your eyes were bugging out wondering what was happening when he locked eyes with you again. He got up but kept your gaze, making you feel smaller. When he got up and made his way to his blinds, you were feeling quite intimidated. He showed a small smirk and suddenly closed them.

You were confused. What just happened? Why was he staring? Was this a dream? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a small crush on Jackson, as did most women in the office. The only difference was, you didn’t throw yourself at him. You kept your meeting short and respectful instead of trying to flirt. You couldn’t really flirt anyway. It was never your thing. This ordeal made you wonder though, did he finally notice you? Oh, get over yourself. You knew he had work to do. He often spaced out, staring at random objects when he was deep in thought. You were probably one of those random objects this time. When he realized you were staring back, he probably didn’t want a pair of eyes in his office. It was common sense. But even if you were a random object, you were glad he finally acknowledged you. You finished your work and made your way out, thinking only about how he stared at you.


The weekend passed pretty quickly and you had to trudge your way back to the office one again. You thought it would be a normal day but it was chaos especially when it came to your female co-workers. You tried to ignore the others’ behavior and made your way to your desk. You were surprised to be greeted by a velvety red envelope on your desk along with a rose. The envelope held a letter that read:

A Night To Remember…

A Night To Forget All Else…

For This Night,

Come And Think Only Of Me.

The next few words showed a time, date, and an address unbeknown to you. You sat at your desk in disbelief for a few seconds. This was like a scene in a movie. You reviewed the invitation over and over again, mostly thinking about the date which was at the end of the week. As you were about to put down the note, your co-worker and friend, Ella, came to you in a hysteric mess.

“Hey, did you get an invitation too? What color is yours? Does it say anyth-”

You cut her off by shushing her, wanting to clear your mind without her additional questions.

“Yeah I got one too. I’m guessing everyone got one?”

“Yeah…no. Not that many people got one. A few guys and a few girls. Anyway, what does yours look like? Mine is black and I found it when I got back from getting coffee. It was on my laptop and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there before. The ones I’ve seen are all black with a little W in the corner in gold and I’m so confused and yeah…”

She took a few moments to catch her breath, allowing you to think. This was a pretty mysterious party. Would anyone could come? Would anyone take credit for it? One thing was for sure. Some people would be mad they didn’t get invited. It was also strange how you seemed to be the only one with a red envelope.

“Hey, did you get something along with your invitation?” you questioned.

“No, why? Did you?”

“Yeah, I got a flower. I doubt it’s anything though. What does yours say?”

“It says, You are cordially invited to attend the banquet of the year. Hope to see you there, then an address, date, and time. But if you got a flower, dude, we have to talk about this. Someone might like you!”

You were in a complete state of confusion. Your invitation was different and you got a rose. It seems whoever was throwing this party was your secret admirer and you enjoying every second of it. You had only been in one relationship and that was in high school. You were starting to want some validation and your friends’ weren’t always enough. These kind gestures let you feel better. And appreciated.


Other than the buzz in the morning, things had mostly calmed down. You were working but your mind kept drifting back to the invitation and rose. You stared at it often, contemplating if you should go or not. It was all you could think about during your lunch break although you left it on your desk. As you walk back to your desk, with coffee in hand, you are surprised once again by a phone set on your laptop.

You motion to go pick up the phone and ask who’s it was when the screen lit up with a text message.

W 3:43pm: It’s yours, don’t worry

You were livid but mostly frightened. Who would play this kind of joke on you? This prank wasn’t funny and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You looked around trying to see who was trying to mess with you.

W 3:44:Don’t be scared

W 3:44:I’m the one who invited you

W 3:45:It’s my party

Your anger was soon subsided but you were still scared. How did they know how you felt? How did they know what you wanted to ask? You had many questions so you thought about how to reply.

You 3:52:Who are you?

You 3:52:Why did you give me this phone?

You 3:53:Why are you throwing this party?

Your questions were many and your patience was running thin. You were still looking around, seeing if anyone would respond and someone did, but the response didn’t add up to yours. It was taking a while for whoever W was to respond so you put the phone down, getting back to work. You turned the phone off, and looked up to find closed blinds, per usual. You didn’t like it, but you dealt with it. You shouldn’t let this get to you and you shouldn’t go to this party.


When you got home, it was time for a hot bath. That’s where you always did your best thinking. The bath was soothing and calmed your nerves, though you were still deep in thought. What was with this guy? No one really threw parties at the office and when they did, it was cheap and simple. This seemed too intricate for any of your co-workers and WAY out of their price-range although it was well-paying. You had this condo, that said something about your income.

When you got out and sat in your bed, you thought back to the mysterious phone. You turned it back on, wondering if W had responded. The screen lit up and you were greeted by a text.

W 5:00:I can’t answer all of your questions but I can tell you your main question will be answered tomorrow.

W 5:01: Please come

W 5:02: You won’t be disappointed.

You laid on your bed, wondering what this meant. Your thoughts were scattered and you were still confused. You knew you wanted to tell Ella about it but that would have to wait for a while. Your thoughts let you drift off to sleep, still wondering about your mystery man.


The morning was quiet. There was no more buzz, just the normal sound of regular gossip. That was until he came out. You were spacing out, sitting at your desk when CEO Wang came out of his office which rarely happened. All thoughts of your mystery man were pushed to the back of your mind, focusing on your boss. He looked as good as ever. A fitting, navy blue suit with black, leather shoes. His hair was swept to the side. He was really young for a CEO and his bleach blond hair, accentuated that.

He made his way to the meeting room, making others follow behind quiet and confused including you. By the time you got to the meeting room with your notebook to write down what he may say, he was standing at the front of the room.

“Those who were not invited to the banquet are dismissed.” he said calmly.

Although many were confused, nearly half of the people vacated the room, wondering what this was about. You spotted Ella and made a beeline towards her, plopping in the seat next to her. She seemed relieved to have you by her side, giving you a relieved glance before returning her attention to the boss.

“Hello, as you know, there will be a party that will be thrown this weekend. I would like to inform you that this party will be thrown by me. I am W.”

As the room filled with gasps and little murmurs, you were at a peak of confusion. The CEO. W? You knew your eyes were growing ever so large every passing second. Your mind went into over drive with thought. You were only broken out of your trance when Ella grabbed your hand, squeezing. Her eyes were large too but hers were filled with excitement. You looked back at the man at the front of the room, in utter shock. He looked back at you, a smile threatening to emerge but he kept his composure. His eyes seemed playful, as if they were toying with you.

“This party was organized for a large group of clients but I feel like this group also deserves a break. You all seem to be the hardest workers that I have seen in this office. I would appreciate if you could attend this party. Please wear formal clothing. Don’t try to look rich, just look nice, be polite, and enjoy yourselves. You are dismissed.” he said before he walked to the back, making his way to the exit, giving you a small wink before exiting.

You were left with a blank. Everyone was gossiping while you were contemplating. The CEO?! The fucking CEO! You hadn’t ever thought it would happen! This wasn’t a television drama! The murmurs in the room wouldn’t stop. Some people were even yelling but who could blame them? The CEO who almost never talked to his employees, had invited this group to a party. He left you speechless until you felt Ella pulling you back to reality with her high pitched squealing.

“Dude, it was the CEO! Can you fucking believe that!? And I let you go last night but no, we have to talk about this. I’ll call you around 8. Stay awake, okay?”

You answered her with an absentminded nod and made your way back to the main floor. You sat down and looked at the invitation on your desk. You look up to find him standing there, grin on his face before the blinds close again. The rest of your afternoon filled with shock and confused thoughts.


8:12 had rolled around before Ella had called you.

“Okay, I remember you said you got flowers with your invitation. Let’s start there.”

You took a deep breath before replying, knowing this would be an interesting conversation.

“Not exactly. I got one rose plus my invitation was red instead of black like yours.”

“Either way, we both know that the CEO likes you! Oh my gosh! What are you wearing to the party? We have until Saturday.” she said the words so fast, you could barely process what she was saying before you stopped her.

“Okay, you need to slow down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna go yet.”

The line was quiet for a few seconds before you uttered a “Hello?”, wondering if Ella was still on the line.

“NOT GOING?! Y/N! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

You pulled back, wanting to recover from the attack your ears just suffered.

“Nothing’s wrong with me! Calm down!”

You tried to calm her down, not wanting to hear her rant but she wasn’t going to be shut down.

“There has to be something wrong with you! You’re turning down the CEO!”

“I don’t think he likes me! Okay? He’s probably playing around with me. For all we know, he’s getting a kick from my reactions.”

Before you had gotten on the phone, you were planning on telling her about the new, private phone but that idea went out the window. She was already mad about you indecision between going to the party or not. You didn’t another reason to be yelled at.

“I really doubt that! We’re going shopping for formal dresses on Thursday!”

With that, she hung up, giving you no chance to respond. She knew that now you would be forced to comply and you didn’t appreciate her tactics. She knew you too well. You put your phone on your nightstand to charge, and suddenly you heard a vibrating sound. Speak of the devil. Like he’s on a schedule, he texted you right at 8:30.

W 8:30:Did I surprise you?

You hesitated on how you should respond. Of course anyone would be surprised. You couldn’t process that the CEO did all of this, for you.

You 8:32:I think anyone would be surprised

You 8:32:The CEO? wow

W 8:33:There’s nothing really wow about it

W 8:34:But would this be wow enough to bring you to my party?

You were surprised. Why was he so intent on getting you to this party? It was kind of cute actually, how hard he was trying.

You 8:36:I’m not sure if i’m coming

You 8:36:But why do you want me there?

You waited for an answer, never receiving one. You were just greeted by another cipher of a message.

W 8:40:Just come

W 8:40:You won’t regret it

You 8:41:And how can you be so sure?

W 8:42:I can guarantee it;)

You couldn’t help but feel a certain way over that text. Although you knew he didn’t want to scare you away, his commanding text felt authoritative to you as well as infuriating. Now that you knew who this guy was, it was easier to target your anger at someone. You didn’t want to give in too early so you tried to play hard to get, knowing you’d been caught in his snare already.

You 8:52:We’ll see then

You set your phone down, thinking you had won for the night. Instead, you were greeted by another text, picking up your phone almost instantly.

W 8:53:I’ll see you there then

He already knew he had you. It showed in his text. Although you didn’t win, you went to bed happy. It’ll be a fun week.


The next day, you came to work once again, not expecting anything. You were hoping for nothing but obviously, others had other plans for you. Sitting on your desk was a jet black box. You opened the box up to find a dress. A beautiful red dress that had lace everywhere. You wanted to take it out of the box but that wasn’t an option. You were at work and you were surprised no one saw it when you took the top of the box off.

 You turned your head to find CEO Wang grinning at his computer which made a smile appear on your face. You didn’t want to show how happy you were but it wasn’t often you got gifts. Even less that you got noticed by men. You sat down, and before you knew it, Ella was speeding over to you to ask “What’s in the box?”
You were thinking about how you could tell her without making her scream. You were glad she was excited for you but that was no reason to let the whole office know. Instead you explained to her that she couldn’t scream, squeal, or attract attention. She agreed and you opened the box allowing her to see the contents. You could hear a high squeal threatening to escape but she kept it in. Her eyes grew large and so did her smile.
“I think it’s official, don’t you?”

“What’s official?” you raise an eyebrow questioning her.

“That he freaking likes you. What the hell else?!” she screamed in a whisper.

“Yeah, whatever.”

You blow off the comment, making Ella go back to her desk with a shrug, but inside you think she’s right. At least you’re hoping she’s right. You sit down, looking in his direction once again. He’s trained on his work once again but after you glance at his a few times, he catches on. When you finally gave up on getting his attention, he seems to catch yours.
W 10:32:Guessing you liked it?


You 10:33:How did you know?


W 10:33:You’re still smiling

You automatically tried to hide your smile, fearing he could use your happiness against you. Although you tried, it kept creeping out. You couldn’t help it. For once you were happy. You couldn’t think of a way to retaliate when you knew he was right so you kept your head down, away from his line of sight.
W 10:40:I know your still there

W 10:41:Look at me

The texts surprised you. You weren’t expecting for him to exactly care for where you had gone. You expected him to get back to work and not bother with you until it was over. When you peeked your head over you little cubicle wall, you saw him staring back, a smile on his face and a tiny heart in his hand. If you hadn’t been around, you wouldn’t have found it. You reciprocated his act, and a smile stretching from ear to ear, came over his face. He went back to work, glancing at you every few minutes. You think the party would be fun to g to after all. And hey, no need for dress shopping anymore.


The week had dragged on, the only thing getting you through it were the small texts you and Jackson had been sending each other. Finally, Saturday rolled around and you were readying yourself. Ella had found a date with a guy she had been eyeing for a few weeks so she would go with him. You were getting ready at home and when you were done, you stood back and admired yourself.

The dress hugged your curves and the back was exposed. The front had a low v-lineThe lace was comfortable against your skin and you had done your makeup and hair. You were ready for the night of your life. You were about to make your way out with your coat, keys, and clutch in hand when you heard someone at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone. It was late enough that no one should have been coming around. You walk towards the door, curious of who was standing outside your apartment. When you opened it, you were greeted by no other than the man of the night himself, looking better than ever.

He was wearing a red suit that accentuated every feature. His coat matched your dress but his black t-shirt underneath let his stand different from you. His hair was done, swept over the side in a wavy manner. His color bones were on display, and you were enjoying the view. As you continued to take in the view, Jackson was doing some sightseeing himself. He took in all of how you looked and finally spoke up.

“Wow, you look…amazing. You’re beautiful.” he said with a chuckle.

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed at the compliment.

“So do you.” you say back.

For a few seconds, you stand there watching awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something. You chose to break the silence.

“So the man himself, came to get me?”

He chuckled to himself, thinking about your comment.

“I came because I thought you’d be thankful.”

“I am thankful.” you said with a small push on his shoulder.

“Oh really? Show me then.” he said back.

You froze. You didn’t know how to react so you stopped thinking and let your body move. You took a step forward and allowed your self to kiss him. His lips were soft and they comforted you. He kissed you innocently and slowly. They made you feel like you were in the right hands and soon you were. His arms snaked around your hips, pulling you closer. You got lost in the kiss for a few more seconds before it was time to break it. Out of breath but happy with yourself, you set your keys down, and put on your coat. Your heels clicked on the floor, breaking him from his trance.

“Let’s go Mr.CEO. Wouldn’t want to be late for your own party.”


Once you got to the party, people were surprised that you were, well, you. Or that you had come with your boss. The first half of the night was filled with common socializing. You found Ella and her date and were happy to talk to her about what has happened while the men had a conversation of their own. You were happy that you attended. The food was great, the people were nice, and you came with a great guy.

Eventually, the night was getting quieter and you were talking more to Jackson. They were normal conversations. Your birthday, career goals, and what made you happy. You were surprised he even wanted to listen. When the party started getting rowdy again however, you and he slipped away. You were led through a grand corridor. The walls and floors looked more expensive than anything you’ve seen in person.

When you arrived at room with double doors and gold trimming, you heart was beating a mile a minute. Jackson opened the door and ushered you in, closing and locking the door behind him. You felt out place in the extravagant room so you stood in the middle of the room, very awkwardly.

Jackson made his way to you, slipping off your coat with unsaid permission and wrapping his arms around your waist. The location of your coat had been lost while you were looking at the glint in his eye. The fireplace’s flames, dancing in them, letting you feel a spark. You put your arms around his neck, anticipating his next move.

“Was this your goal the entire time? To get me alone?” you ponder with a raised eyebrow.

He gave a deep chuckle in response, giving you your full answer when he leaned in. He left some space between the two of you, allowing you to fill it and when you did, it felt amazing. His lips were just as soft if not a bit more chapped but the kiss wasn’t innocent like before. He kissed you sensually, with a hunger that wasn’t there before. Before you knew it, a soft moan escaped your lips. One of his hands moved to your neck, pulling you in a bit more.

When he broke away, he trailed his eyes up and down, looking at you with dark eyes.

“You look fucking amazing in that dress.”

Your cheeks got even more flushed, not expecting the compliment. He walked you over to the bed in silence, looking at you every step of the way. When you had fell on the bed, he looked at you with pleading eyes, waiting to take off the dress. When you nodded, he went to work taking it off. It was off before you knew it and he was staring at you intently. You were glad you bought a brand new pair of black, lace panties for tonight but you were also embarrassed. His eyes, made you feel squeamish and nervous. He was a handsome man through and through. No one could deny that. But you weren’t sure about yourself and his staring made it feel worse. You tried to hide yourself with your hands but he wasn’t having it. He gently took your hands away.

“Don’t hide yourself. You’re so beautiful. And I’m lucky *kiss* to *kiss* have *kiss* you *kiss* here.”

His words warmed your heart and his kisses heated your body up even more.

“I don’t think you’re that lucky to be stuck with me.” you said with discontent. You were happy he viewed you this way but he smoothed any uncertainties over soon enough with his actions. His kisses slowly lowered and his breath fanned over your clothed core. You tried to squirm down, trying to make contact with his lips when he moved his lips to your inner thigh. Kissing soft but sensual kisses up and down your thighs. You whimpered, wanting him to make contact with the place that needed most attention when he looked up at your needy, disheveled face.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” he said with a smirk before slowly taking off your soiled panties. His lips soon attached to your swollen bud, sucking lightly from the get-go. His mouth lazily slid through your folds, giving you great pleasure.

“Oh, fuck.”

A string of lengthy moans were spilling from you, music to his ears. Jackson circled your clit and sucked gently to give you just enough pressure. Soon enough, you were feeling that familiar fire in your stomach, wanting you to catch the high the high you were chasing.

“Jackson, Jackson, I’m so close.”

“Keep moaning my name and I’ll give it to you.”

Wanting to get your high, you moaned his name in long and lengthy syllables. He seemed to appreciate your compliance, speeding up and adding a finger. Or two. Eventually, you got the orgasm, you had been wanting. The pleasure flowed through you. You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jackson stripped himself of everything he had on. You watched him as he undressed, impressed by his muscles. He had a beautiful body to add to his face and you were amazed at how attractive a guy could be.

He brought his body up to kiss your neck this time and you graciously made more room for him. His eagerness pleased you for some reason. His kisses soon turned sloppy but it was fine because you were already drench and ready to go another round. He lined himself up with your entrance and moaned at the feeling of his tip playing at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, watching to see if you were uncomfortable with anything before he continued. He slowly thrust into you in the beginning at a pace you both seemed to find lacking. When you whimpered, urging him to go faster, he definitely complied. He lifted your knees a bit and started moving swiftly. At the rate he was pounding into you, you were definitely getting another orgasm tonight.

After a few more thrusts, his movements were getting sloppy and you knew he was close too. You gave no warning this time, focusing only on the waves of pleasure surging through you in raging waves. Jackson soon followed after with a string of curses falling from his lips. He collapsed on top of you, tired and out of breath. When he caught his breath, he rolled off and covered your bodies with the silky blankets at the end of the bed.

“That was great.” he said with a large smile, moving the covers up to your chin.

“Yeah…wow.” You kept thinking of the orgasm he gave you, hard-hitting and still amazing. When you tried to get up and put on your panties, he pulled you back in the covers asking “Where’re you going?” with furrowed brows.

“To get my underwear.” you playfully smack his chest.

“You don’t need them right now though, stay with me.” he said with a slight pout.

You didn’t want or need the underwear anyway. You rolled back into the covers, allowing him to trap you in his muscular arms.

“So, when’d this happen?” you finally question.

“What do you mean?”

“When’d you notice a nobody?” you said with a small chuckle.

With a furrowed brow, he answered, “Who’s a nobody?”

“You know I mean me.” you said with a slightly playful tone.

“All I see is hardworking *kiss* intelligent *kiss* beautiful *kiss* woman.” he said with a reassuring smile.

You were really hoping these kisses weren’t a habit. If they were, you would fall for them every time.

“You’re embarrassing me. I don’t even see me that way.” you say covering your flushed cheeks with the covers.

 He pulled the covers down past your eyes and caressed you cheek saying, “If you don’t see yourself that way, I can help you. And I’d love to embarrass you more. Here, your place, the office, if you’d let me.”

“I think I already did.”

Mistakes of the Past

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: angst, but fluff at the end :)

Summary: One sleepless night you find Loki in tears. And then there is a question

Note: English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes! I would love feedback! 

(not my gif, found it on google so credit to whoever made this!)

Loki was not easy. His mind was broken after a lot of bad had happened to him. He never trusted anyone, and if he did, it took ages before he REALLY trusted. He was miserable. It felt as if he had forgotten how it feels to be happy. But after getting to know him, he was quite an interesting person. He had so many secrets and stories. He explained how the universe worked in your darkest nights. He showed you Asgard, and comforted you when you needed it the most. He was so giving and loving, that he forgot himself.

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Until It’s Gone - Ch.7

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, bar fight

Word Count: 1,973

A/N: This is the seventh chapter in my newest ongoing series. As always, thank you @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for affirming me in my writing. You both mean the world to me. Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

Read (Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3) (Ch.4) (Ch.5) (Ch.6)

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Then: 

“Look man,” the guy started, “I’m not sure who you are, but if I want to talk to Y/N I have every right to –”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Dean’s fist connecting with his jaw knocked the words right out of his mouth and simultaneously ignited a wild pandemonium that quickly spread throughout the entire bar.

Now:

Before you could process what was happening, Sam had lifted you up and over the bar top. “Stay down,” he said, noticing the fire growing in your eyes, “Please.” Then he turned to grab one of three guys who were unsuccessfully trying to hold Dean down. The shattering of a beer bottle joined the yells and screams resounding throughout the bar.

Your earlier state of shock was quickly replaced with a growing anger. You stood just as a beer bottle whizzed towards you, and you had to sharply dodge to the left to avoid the shattering glass as it struck the wall. A few droplets of liquid hit your face, and you quickly wiped them off while surveying the chaos around you.

The bartender had joined in the efforts to break up the fight while several other slightly drunken men decided to wander over and swing a few punches of their own. You watched with satisfaction as Sam’s fist firmly connected with one of their jaws; the guy crumbled to the ground like paper. Your blonde haired nightmare was wiping blood from his nose and watching Dean as he broke free from a burly man’s grip and effectively knocked him to the ground with a solid, forward kick to the gut. Dean turned to his main target then, calm and poised as he advanced.

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Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creator.


Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hey could you please do a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader is a newly turned vampire and she has a crush on Damon but thinks he’s so massively in love w/ Elena cuz she’s like this perfect vampire? So like in the beginning her humanity is on but eventually she gets fed up and turns it off & reeks havoc? & like Damon was helping her adjust…hope that makes sense haha but yea in the end the end up together please? I also don’t mind whoever writes it. Both of u r great writers!

A/N: Oh goodness! There’s so much within this request and definitely a lot of places I can take this; which is really good! I’m so proud of this, I think it’s my best Damon one so far. Thanks so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thanks also for your kind words, Admin Kat and I really appreciate them! - Admin Erika💖  


Title: Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Type of piece: Fic.

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader, hints of Elena x Damon (the reader thinks they’re in love).

Word Count: 1,888 words.

Warnings: Thoughts of unrequited love, possible violence because of humanity being turned off, not much fluff, more angst but happy ending. (Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, love’s.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD but L. J. Smith does!


You looked after Damon, watching as he walked away, counting each step he took without consciously realising it. You sighed, a ball of tension settling deep in your gut as you once again reminded yourself that Damon was in love with Elena and could never fall in love with someone like you. There was no way that you could ever compare to someone like Elena; she was beautiful, smart, popular, and you were… well, you.

The tension in your gut moved, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. It’d been so long since you’d acknowledged your feelings for Damon, and yet you still hadn’t come clean about them to him. You’d told Stefan, who had been sworn to secrecy on pain of spilling his embarrassing secrets. Stefan had told you to give it time, and you had. But how much time? You’d given it years, waiting for your feelings for Damon to die down, fizzle out, but they hadn’t. If anything, all you’d seen him go through had just solidified, strengthened your feelings for him. There was no end in sight for you.

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Royals (Chlonath Week Day 1: Bickering/Flirting)

(Some context: this takes place in the same universe as my Sweater Weather piece where a new supervillian cadre emerges after Hawkmoth’s defeat in three major world cities. Alya and Adrien stayed in Paris, Nino and Marinette moved to New York, and Nathanael and Chloe moved to Tokyo.)


When Nathanael was sketching out his post-secondary education plans, he had a number of ideas as to where his life would take him. But for all his life could have been, he never thought that it would involve:

1) Becoming Hawkmoth, or at least a newly rehabilitated version of Hawkmoth.

2) Moving to Japan.

3) Shacking up with Chloe Bourgeois as they did battle with a monster that could literally bring someone’s nightmares to life.

But life, apparently, didn’t give a shit about what Nathanael Kurtzberg wanted, which is why he was sitting in a park halfway across the world while a crowd of screaming people rushed past him. 

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Request: Hey could you please do a Draco x reader where Draco comes into her dorm room to ask her something while she’s getting changed or something like that?

Word count: 863

Warnings: Sexual insinuation.


*Gifs not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by nellaey


It was a lazy Saturday morning, we were under the shade of a tree at the Black lake reading a book. I was resting my head on my best friend Draco Malfoy’s lap who was playing with my hair. I closed my eyes, focusing on the tranquillity of the lake and on Draco’s gentle touch.
“What do you want, Potter.” My eyes snapped open as I heard Draco angry voice. I followed his angry look and I could see a messy head, not very clear by the sun that was hitting him. When he was in front of me, I stood up and looked at him.
“I want to talk to (Y/N) for a moment. In private.” he flashes a nervous smile at me. Draco was about to object but I stood up before he was able to say anything, I was curious about what Harry had to tell me  “Don’t worry, it’s just a minute.” I walked a few steps away from where I was with Draco, I looked back at him and saw him giving Harry a dirty look.
“Umm, I-I wanted to see if you would like to go to Hogsmeade this evening with me” he looked away as he runs his hand through his hair, making it even messier.
“I’d love to.” I responded smiling at him. He flashed me a huge smile and happily says “Great, then I’ll meet you at the principal door”. With that said, he slowly walked away, looking back at me every once in a while.
“What did he want? Has he already admitted he’s a gigantic git?” Draco laughed to himself when I finally sat on the spot I previously was sitting on, and let myself fall into the grass. “Not really.” I simply said. Draco lays himself next to me and looked me in the eyes.
“Then what does he wanted?” he said impatiently. “He wanted to see if I’d like to go to Hogsmeade with him this evening. And, I said yes”
“What!” he said standing up not believing it. “How could you possibly say yes to him,” Draco says getting angry.
Not liking how he was acting and getting tired of his hate for Harry, I lifted myself from the ground, grabbed my book and started to walk away. Draco quickly followed but I stopped and turned around to face him.“He is a good guy and you can’t tell me who I can, or can’t date.” I turned around and made my way to the castle, not bothering to look back at him.

The date with Harry was nice, we went to the Three Broomsticks to drink a butterbeer and talk. When we went back everyone was at the Great Hall about to have dinner. Before we went in, and go our separate ways, we exchange our goodbyes and walk in, going to our respective tables. As I get closer to the Slytherin’s table I couldn’t spot Draco, so I decided to sit down next to my girlfriends. I told them everything about my date with Harry, where we went and what we did.
I left earlier to go to the library and get a book for my Potions essay, due for Monday. When I walked into the Slytherin’s common room, there were a few people talking before going to bed but between them, I didn’t see Draco’s white blond hair.
I went up into my room, ready to go to sleep. I walked in and the room was quiet, letting me know my friends weren’t there. I go to my bed a take out my pajamas. 
I strip down leaving only my underwear when the room’s door opens and Draco walked in. He froze and his eyes grew wider as he stares at my almost naked body. Shocked by what’s happening, I quickly grab the t-shirt I took off and used it to cover myself up.
“Get out!” I tell him shocked. Draco tried to say something but no words were coming out of his mouth.
“GET OUT!” I screamed pointing with my finger the door. Without a second thought, he turned around and walked out of the room.
I stood there, still not processing what just happened.When I was sure anyone was coming in uninvited, I let the t-shirt fall to the floor as I let go my breath, I didn’t know I was holding.
Finally, I was able to continue getting ready to sleep. When the door suddenly opens and Draco walks his way to me, this time, without the shock or running away. He grabbed my face and pushing me to the wall. He kissed me with so much passion it was overwhelming, I kissed him back with the same amount of desire as I tangled my fingers through his hair.
“I heard you had a good time with Potter.” he said breathing heavily leaning close to my neck. Leaving wet kisses as he goes his way up to my jaw.
“Too bad you won’t be remembering his name in the morning.” He whispers with a smile formed on his face, sending chills all down through my spine. Making it clear Harry wasn’t an option anymore.

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Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday Crew, welcome aboard! This is my first try at a soulmate AU so I hope you like it! Tagging @tox-moxley, @oraclegazes, and of course, our stalwart captain @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!


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PLL 7x15 In The Eye Abides The Heart - Thoughts (long, as per usual, sorry!)

- Not one answer, like I expected. But you know what’s weird… I still really liked the episode. That goes to show that PLL can still be entertaining 7 years later… if they pace the episode fast. Every scene was relevant. No wonder they did the 2 week break last week, after 714. If we had to wait 2 weeks now for the next episode… we’d go crazy. The plethora of answers from 714 lasted us, but this would never last us 2 weeks. Good planning Freeform. Not calling the episode bad! Because again, it was very entertaining. That was 42 minutes of fun! Genuinely, I appreciated every scene to be honest.

- I don’t understand the title. I was expecting Mona to sing the song again, or something like that!?

- Troain did an amazing job directing! Actually, even if I didn’t know that Troian directed this, I still would’ve left the episode thinking that it was a new director. It did feel very fresh; different to the usual. Troain clearly experimented with meaningful camera shots and my gosh did she play to the girls’ strengths. This was some of the best acting we’ve seen in a while. Shay, who I personally think is the weakest of the group, gave some of her best performances to date. 

- I haven’t seen anyone’s thoughts yet but I’m expecting that almost everyone is saying that that was Paige talking to Aria on FaceTime. We could clearly hear Lindsey’s voice coming through. The demeanour, expressions, intonation, voice… everything was Lindsey. Paige is probably in on AD’s game, which will make sense because we saw Paige’s exact hair (length and colour) coming off the person who gave Jenna the book at the end of 711. I’ll be quite mad if the producers got lazy by using Lindsey to film the FaceTime scenes, but it actually isn’t Paige. If Lindsey acted in the FaceTime scenes, which I’m 95% sure she did, it should be her character, Paige, on the other end too. Lindsey shouldn’t be playing AD if she isn’t AD/a helper.

- Paige and Ali’s scene brought a tear to my eye. All I could think about, the whole way through, was “Pig Skin”, “I own you now” and Ali threatening to expose Paige’s sexuality before Paige was ready to talk. Yet, Paige had completely forgiven Ali, which I thought was beautiful. It was an emotional nod to season 3A and I absolutely adored this character development on behalf of both of them.

- Marlene said that Ali verbalises her sexuality in 715. She started to, which was great, but I wanted a bit more. Just another line or two. 

- I’m loving how they’re handling the situation with Emison. I did find it odd however that Emily kept saying the decision was Ali’s. I don’t know why Emily felt she had a smaller say. I’m glad she eventually realised her say is important too.

- Again, like I said above, I haven’t seen anyone’s comments yet, but I’m assuming most of us are theorising that Spencer’s twin was talking to Wren? Why would Spencer be arguing with Wren? She had a good cover up though - that Wren authorised Charlotte passes to visit Mona! But, the fact she told Ezra to keep it a secret that he saw her… it came across as exactly that; a cover up. The AD reveal may not be AD voluntarily revealing themselves like Charlotte did. Ezra may piece it together! “When I saw you with Wren at the airport” … “I was never at the airport with Wren?” says Spencer. Bam, AD is revealed!

- We actually don’t see Wren again until the finale, where we see him in a very surprising interaction with someone as part of the ultimate final twist (writer confirmed that). We’ll see him again with Spencer’s twin??

- That was a bit too short though. Wren should’ve had a few more lines, and one more scene. But I guess it was supposed to be short because he was talking (supposedly) with Spencer’s twin… if that scene went on any longer and we heard any of the conversation, we’d know too much too soon.

- Marco made a good point, that someone was trying to make it look like Archer is alive (by using his credit cards) yet now they’re making it look like he’s dead. He made a good point that maybe there’s more than one person pulling the strings here. 

- Spencer using Archer’s credit card… ahhhh we were right. 

- Marco will end his relationship with Spencer because he’ll feel like Spencer only got close to him so that she can destroy any evidence and also eavesdrop on the case. Which, isn’t true. But it definitely looks that way. Spencer = sad, Toby = sad, Spoby comes back.

- I loved the absence of Toby and Caleb. Not a hater of them, but it was a breath of fresh air from the romance.

- “Can I go?” … “I can’t stop you”. I dunno why, but I loved that. Marco is obeying the law and remaining professional whilst also showing his love for Spencer by letting her go prepare a defence so to speak.

- I didn’t like the ending! They were building up to a big dramatic Riverdale cliffhanger! (Literally, a Cliff Hanger… if you know what I mean.) I thought the note was hinting that Mary committed suicide, and the camera would pan over to a dramatic reveal. The directing was amazing… the feels!!! But, I was expecting one more scene before it faded out.

- Ezria scenes were great! I liked the argument about going vs staying. I could see Troain’s directing in that. She told them to crank up the heat. I saw sparks in Ezra and Aria’s eyes that we haven’t seen in both of them in a while. There was genuine frustration at the situation from both of them.

- Aria betraying the girls was so cool. But, I wish they took it a step further like Aria actually doing something to physically hurt the girls rather than just give AD info. Writers, you have permission to break my heart. Test the friendship as much as possible. But, it’s not over. Maybe they’ll go there next week.

- Mona, Mona, Mona. Please, don’t disappear on us like that again. 5 left… please be in all 5! And omg, her admiration of the game had me smiling. That was the best reaction. Whoever wrote the ep, good choice. Her loving the evilness in the game (”it’s brilliant, I wish I did it” etc) makes me question her current loyalties however…

- I wanted Spencer to find Mary. I didn’t like the constant teasing through the bottles (cool concept!) only to end up that she won’t find her this episode. 

- The Lucas and Charles story was cool. And it seems the girls are all suspecting what we fans are… that Lucas’ apartment is bugged with cameras and microphones everywhere. Cant wait to see where this story goes, particularly with the dollhouse reference in the comic.

- NEXT WEEK’S PROMO!! Episode looks amazing! Of course, promos always look better than the actual episode but… “that’s why you were tortured” says Lucas (or something like that). Watch that be extremely anticlimactic, we won’t find out AD’s motive or anything!

- Overall, 8/10! I did enjoy it. A few tiny tiny things I disagreed with, and an overall lack of answers. But, the fast pace of it did make it feel like a love-letter to the fans. It just doesn’t compare to the shit-storm that was season 6! This is good.

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In which Garrus Vakarian has his complacency checked by two asshole kids who can’t keep themselves out of trouble.

So @stormcallart-blog​ and @toolatetofall​ made this post which made me spiral into Garrus feels again and I felt like I needed to write something with my two trouble-makers. I hope it’s okay to tag you guys?


There were some days Garrus really, really hated his job.

Sure, he’d never been particularly fond of pushing pencils and pouring over manuals on proper etiquette, navigating rules so convoluted they seemed specifically designed to treat low-level desk jockeys like himself worse than most waste ejection systems on trash freighters treated bodily fluids, getting wrapped up in so much red tape he felt like maybe today was the day his head finally exploded from an asinine mixture of boredom and frustration, but some days were better than others. Some days where he could convince himself that he was making a difference, doing good work keeping the Citadel safe.

Most days he felt like he was repeatedly slamming his forehead through panes of glass, and then being asked to apologize for making such a mess of his slow and inevitable descent into sanitary madness.

It was a matter of pride, though, that he try to keep at it. He understood the family legacy and reputation, how important it was to keep his mandible down and stay in line with all the rest of the sorry idiots working in CSEC just waiting for that tiny beetle beep coming down from command that let them know that somewhere on this damn station someone had looked the wrong way at one of the topiaries and offended the prime minister of some ass-backwards mining empire out in the middle of nowhere.

It was his job. And spirits-damn him, but he was nothing if not a stubborn bastard.

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anonymous asked:

56, 95, and 50 for Oliver Wood, please?

Prompt Request - Prompts List
50. “Did you just flick me?”
56. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”
95. “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

Character: Oliver Wood
Word Count: 354
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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I don’t know how you convinced me to do this,” you muttered loudly as you slung a leg over the broomstick. “Oh come on, Y/n, it’s not that bad. It’s just flying, one of the basic fundamentals of Quidditch!” Oliver said in his deep Scottish accent that you all but loved.

“I could die, you know,” you said, gripping onto the broomstick like you were about to fall off, though you hadn’t raised off the ground yet.

“Then I’ll plan your funeral well,” Oliver said with a grin, hopping onto his own broomstick as he got ready to set off, “Ow, hey! Did you just flick me?

“Yes! You are being very inconsiderate about my feelings right now, Wood. And I’m honestly very hurt,” you said indignantly.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, I’d never let anything bad happen to you. We’re just going to fly around the grounds for a while, that’s all,” Oliver told you, reaching over to place his hand on yours comfortingly.

You pursed your lips, “How can I be sure that you won’t let me fall?”

What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven? Would that make you sure?” He asked with a grin, taking his hand from yours as he began to ascend in the air.

Your cheeks flooded red as the Scottish boy flew off. The broomstick you were sat on seemed to understand that you wanted to catch up to the boy, and began raising you up into air, where you felt your heart beating so fast, though you weren’t sure if it was because of the height or the fact the boy you’d had a crush on since first year had just admitted his feelings to you.

“Hey, Wood! Come back here! You can’t just tell me you’re in love with me and then fly off!” You yelled across to Oliver, who had come to a stop just a metre away from where you were.

You gave the boy a smile before continuing, “Especially when you didn’t give me to chance to tell you that I’m in love with you too.”

Places Between Folds | Draco Malfoy [Part 1]

Hello guys, this is the first part of a story I’m writing. Hope you like it.

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 1,275

Warning: None

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*Gifs not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by owlswithfins


We were running through the corridors, trying not to be seen, being already late to Transfiguration class, again. When we were at the door, the class has already started, but we couldn’t go in together or all our efforts into trying to keep our relationship a secret would’ve been for nothing.

“You go in first, we don’t want your friends to rise any suspiciousness” He emphasized the word friends and gave me a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him, giving him one last peck on the cheek before we go back to strangers.

I slowly opened the door and all eyes were on me, including professors McGonagall’s. I quietly walked to my place and sat down next to my best friend Harry.

“Thank you very much for showing up Mrs (L/N). I can see my class isn’t very much to your liking since you’ve been late two times in a row.” McGonagall stared at me with an arched eyebrow, clearly angry and upset with me. I silently apologized and she went to continue with the class without giving me a second look. I could feel Harry’s eyes looking at me, but I didn’t turn his way. The door opened again and Draco Malfoy walked in.

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Kid Brother | Alfie Solomons

Request: alfie solomons imagine where he falls for reader he meets outside the bakery. She is there looking 4 her younger brother who she found out joined alfies gang a few months before b he needed a job. She doesnt want him there bc shes worried it isnt safe. Her bro is quickly becoming alfies right hand man, hes good fighting etc. alfie and her are happy but she only agrees to see him sriously if he sidelines her brother into doing paperwork which angers her brother & causes tension btwn him & alfie.

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anonymous asked:

So I donated to your kickstarter so long ago that I can't even remember when it was and you haven't been making updates about the progress of the album in a very long time. I know life happens and sometimes things get pushed back but I'm starting to wonder where my money went and if I will ever get the vinyl I paid for. It's been well over a year and it's making me think you just took everyone's money and don't really care how long they have to wait to see what they paid for come to life.

this mite be a long post! please for the love of god feel free to scroll beyond if u dont care, i truly hate when people fuck up my feed with their essays so ya. that is my disclaimer here. ok.

ok. deep breath.
i talk about this/my campaign/my project VERY often on twitter (it’s distracting and often harmful for me to use tumblr and facebook regularly. sorry if that’s inconvenient). i realize most people aren’t actively checking my shit & that my tweets get buried in the constant avalanche of my stupid thoughts, so i’ll summarize the past year or so. hopefully whoever left this anonymous message will check back to see the answer and if so, i IMPLORE u to read the entire thing instead of picking out details from the first 4 sentences and sending me another message about how i stole your fucking money.

my album is almost finished. i’ve said this multiple times over the course of the past year, but this time it’s like, legitimately fact. i’m feeling extra sensitive right now and reading this message felt like stepping on a rusty nail, so i’ll go ahead and give you as many details as possible to explain why it’s taken me over a year to complete my first full-length album. 

i am an independent artist, as you probably know. i am also an extreme perfectionist. when i began my kickstarter campaign in september of 2015, i had about 30 songs written that i’d poorly recorded in my shitty apartment, many of which i hoped to record professionally for my first proper (and physical) release. i could not fucking stand the thought of being contractually obligated to make music via label and figured kickstarter was my last hope. i honestly thought it would fail miserably and decided that when my campaign came to a humiliating end, i’d move on from music and do something else that wouldn’t make me feel so fucking horrible about myself. somehow, thanks to you and everyone else who made my dream come true, i made enough money to actually make a record.

two months later in january of 2016, i went home to florida from LA to visit my family for the holidays. thanks to my incredible fucking luck, some kind of crime ring was hitting licks on every major airline’s baggage claim at LAX post-holiday and my luggage containing 3 notebooks filled with all of my lyrics, 2 external hard drives and a bunch of little USB drives containing 2 years of my work were stolen. hmu if u want the police report for proof. 

i lost a lot of work (and learned the value of The Cloud- i hate to trust it after my nudes were leaked and my fucking whole bank account was emptied after someone hacked my shit in 2014, but here we are) and basically all morale but pieced together what i could from what i had left. i hired a producer i’ve admired for years to be the executive producer of my record and decided this fucking bullshit was an opportunity to make my shit better. due to unfortunate, unforgivable and honestly criminal circumstances, this fucking psycho wasted an upsetting amount of my time and decided to back out of my project. THAT particular situation keeps me up at night and i fucking live for the day i can tell that goddamn story, it truly shocks me that a human being could do me like that fool did me, yall will find out one day but ahem. anyway. 

after this incredible fucking scam, i decided to ONCE AGAIN start anew considering the legal and financial obligations of releasing music that had been co-written by this bad fucking person. i left my home in LA and went to stay at my dad’s house in florida, spent literally all of my time mastering production software and learning to play piano, and filled in all the shit i’d lost with new things i’d written and produced entirely on my own. then i got married, but that’s unimportant to this story. actually it is like, kind of important, but whatever.

i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in january 2016 and in march of 2016 i attempted suicide. i left an organized folder of songs, mockups for art, my bank account info and a note to my manager to make sure that my album was released because i literally could not comfortably die knowing that i let down the people who gave me money. im not tryna make anyone feel bad im just like saying cuz its part of the whole shit. anyway, i failed at killing myself and woke up in a bathtub of puke ready to go the fuck off. haven’t wanted to die since.

ahem. so. since i’m honestly 100% unable to trust a single fucking human being with my work and my thoughts after what happened up there ^^^^, i decided to set up a room in my new home for recording. i wrote, recorded, and produced (with some help, but like please bitch give me credit here) a fucking entire new album that i actually LIKED. im not shy about the fact that i think my music is stupid gimmicky- after trying to die and not dying and then getting help i realize i have like a little bit of talent i should actually appreciate. i finished recording and producing it, hired a person i trusted with a degree in music production to help me polish it and alas, he ran off without a single fucking word. thankfully i didn’t pay him a cent but like hey there u follow me on twitter and FUCK. YOU.

so now, as of about a month ago, i’ve absolutely perfected my songs (as much as i can- i still lose sleep over the imperfections im just not good enough to fix) and i’ve found the most trustworthy, hardworking team i’ve ever met to finish this shit. it’s demoralizing to recap the past year, mostly bc it was so fucking horrible for me, but i can promise you the last thing i would ever ever ever ever do is take a bunch of money and dip out with it. i do literally every single piece of this shit on my own, from the music to visuals to branding, and it’s hard. it’s time consuming. i have a job outside of music to provide for myself and for my family, and that takes up my time too. 

so i really apologize for the amount of time it’s taken for this record to be released. it fucking kills me to be waiting and i didn’t spend your money; god knows i would never in my fucking life just STEAL your money. the fact that anyone would ever accuse me of that makes me ILL.

i just want ya’ll to know there’s nothing easy about releasing music as an independent artist, especially one who refuses to accept anything less than perfection, and ESPECIALLY one who refuses to be disrespected and taken advantage of. i’m doing my best, and it took me a while. i feel like it’s worth it. it’ll be another 2 months or so. hit me up if you want a refund on your vinyl.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do number 16, 36 and 37 with Draco Malfoy for the drabble, please? Thank you so so much

Prompt Request - Prompts List
16. “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”
36. “I don’t love you anymore!”
37. “You’re lying.”

Character: Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 380
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now,“ you said in a clear but shaky voice.

“How about the fact that you promised me you’d stay by my side no matter what?” Draco replied, his face contorted in hurt.

“That was before you decided to push me away! How in Merlin’s name was I supposed to be by your side if you wouldn’t let me? It doesn’t matter anyways. This is over now,” you shook your head.

“No it’s not! I won’t let this be over! Not without me fighting for you!” Draco yelled.

“It is over, Draco! It’s over! I don’t love you anymore! Okay?!”

You’re lying,” Draco stated, “You’re lying to me. I know you are. You do love me, and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

Tears formed in your eyes as you bit your lip, willing them not to fall, "Please, Draco. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

“No! We’re not breaking up! We can’t! I need you, I need you! Please… please don’t walk out on me. I don’t think I could take it…”

“Draco,” your voice was no more than a whisper as you took his hands in yours. You leant up and brushed your lips softly across his, kissing him gently, and lovingly.

It was a perfect goodbye kiss.

You reluctantly pulled your hands from his, though he desperately tried to cling onto you.

“Please don’t do this!”

“I’m sorry, Draco. But this,” you gesture between the both of you, “doesn’t work well at all. You deserve someone who can support you, who can love you wholly and completely. That someone isn’t me, and trust me when I say that I wish it was.”

The air was thick with tension, and you took in a trembling breath as you watched Draco collapse onto the floor, sobbing.

It took all you could to not run over to him, to hug him and tell him everything would be okay. Because you truly didn’t know if everything would be okay.

With one last glance at the broken boy, you gathered your strength and exited the room, leaving behind the one person you never thought you ever would.

But this was for the best. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Places Between Folds | Draco Malfoy [Part 2]

Hello guys, I’m extremely sorry it took me this long to post part 2 but school has been hell this past week. Anyway, the waiting is over! I hope you enjoy it. 

Character: Draco Malfoy

count: 1232.

Warning: None

Previous parts: Part 1

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Originally posted by imagine-everything41

I felt how the light coming from the window was hitting on my face as I heard a voice saying my name. I couldn’t understand what it was saying until the covers were abruptly taken away from me, letting a cold breeze run through my exposed body, waking me up immediately. I lazily stood up and I could hear Hermione’s voice talking to me.

“Thank god you’re up. At what time did you go to sleep last night? I went to sleep pretty late and you weren’t in bed at the time I turned the lights off.” I looked at her without saying anything, as she moved around the room gathering her things to have them ready before going to have breakfast.

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Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept it. . . (Ch. 3)

Chapter 3 – Trust Building Exercise #1:  

Chocolate Bars and Classic Movies

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are an agent who has been training for a specific mission for years.  Your boss finally informs you that Bucky is heading back to the States, so your mission is about to begin.

Warnings – Only one cuss word! A tad bit of angst toward the end.

Word Count – 1,795

Notes – This started out as a lighthearted chapter to help Bucky and the Reader become acquainted with one another, but I love angst, so I wrote some in at the end to help move the story along to where I need it to go

·         (Y/F/C)– Your favorite cereal

·         (Y/F/M) – Your favorite movie

·         (Y/C) eyes – Your color eyes

·         (Y/F/S) – Your favorite scent

 Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten

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Originally posted by natpekis

Previously:

You spent the rest of the morning, afternoon, and evening getting all of your equipment unpacked and ready to go for the next day, stopping only to grab a quick bite to eat in the kitchen.  By the time you finished, it was close to midnight.  You didn’t bother unpacking your personal belongings, just digging for your toothbrush and some pajamas before you passed out on the unmade bed.


The next morning you awoke at your normal time, even though you hadn’t set an alarm.  Since you were awake, you decided to unpack your room before your scheduled appointment with Bucky.  Once your room was set up to your satisfaction, you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find a box of (Y/F/C).  

As you approached the kitchen, you heard movement, but whoever was there was leaning down looking into the refrigerator, the door blocking them from view.  

You cleared your throat and offered a casual “Good morning” to whomever was behind the door.

Sam Wilson poked his head around the door with a huge grin on his face.  “Well, good morning to you, too.  I was wondering when you were finally going to grace us with your beautiful presence.”

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魔界の秘密道具 ~使用上の注意をよく読み、正しくお使い下さい~
シュウ(CV.鳥海浩輔)アヤト(CV.緑川光)アズサ(CV.岸尾だいすけ)
魔界の秘密道具 ~使用上の注意をよく読み、正しくお使い下さい~

Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival Stellaworth tokuten drama CD:
魔界の秘密道具 ~使用上の注意をよく読み、正しくお使い下さい~

Hell’s secret potions ~Please read the instruction sheet carefully before using~

…finished! Honestly there aren’t too many tokuten drama CDs this time, but until February I have like 6 exams to do so I’m probably gonna take a break from translating guys. Until February at least. 

Ah, before I forget, please do not reupload it anywhere else. I’ve recently seen my translations on Facebook without credits and seriously, I don’t want it to happen again. Moreover it’s damn hard to read stuff on FB because you can’t bold anything. Just link the translation and you’re done.

Now, I hope you enjoy the drama CD and let me know if you spot any mistakes. Seriously I haven’t been studying English for 3 years now (+,,ÒᄉÓ,,)=3

[TRANSLATION]

Ayato …ah please, what even is this place!? It’s so fucking boring here… what’s wrong with that old man? Compared to this the human world is way better. At least I can find something to do there… dammnit.

[0.30]

Ayato …huh? What are those people doing? There’s a crowd… a fight maybe?! Hahah, hell yeah! Let’s go have a look!

Ayato huh? It’s not a fight… they’re queuing…? Damn, and it’s a pretty long one.

Azusa Ayato…san…?

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Places Between Folds | Draco Malfoy [Part 4]

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 1,111

Warnings: None

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

*Gifs not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by nellaey


“How could you keep it from me (Y/N), we are best friends, I thought we were best friends” “Harry said looking serious.”Harry, we are best-” he kept going completely ignoring what I was telling him “I can´t believe you keep it from me, oh and we haven’t got to the crucial subject. Out of all the guys, you could’ve chosen to date you picked Malfoy.” He let it all out with a desperate whisper clearly mad and hurt. “This,” I said pointing at himself trying so hard not to tear up “Is exactly why I didn’t tell you, you are going crazy about it and it isn’t helping. I know we-I hid it from you, from everyone, because he is Malfoy. I know what people would’ve said if we acted like a normal couple, especially you. I stood up and went back to my room avoiding any further arguing. 

I couldn’t sleep so when the light started to creep into the room I got up and tried to make myself look less like shit and more like a human. Quietly I left the room with my bad and books and went outside to the take a walk. I saw Hagrid on his garden taking care of his pumpkins. “Good morning Hagrid” I greeted him giving him a smile. “the pumpkins are looking good.” 

“Ohh, Good mornin’ (Y/N)” He smiled at me “I be’ they’re, ma babies are growin’ pretty big. Soon they’ll be the size o’ Fangs,” he said pleased with himself as he kept watering the pumpkins. ” wai’ a minu’, wha’ are yeh doin’ here this ear’y” he looked down at me. “I woke up like wanting to take a walk you know, before breakfast.” I lied. Well,  in tha’ case enjoy the fresh air before yeh go ter breakfas’” After our little chat I made my way to the Great Hall almost at the door I hear my name being called.

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