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What a Tease Part 3

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John x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 (coming soon)

Prompt: You tease John while he is in a meeting.

A/N: I accidentally posted this to my main blog (oops!) so i had to redo the entire post (double oops!). But if you’re reading this it’s finally up so yay! Part two did so well, so I decided to release this earlier than I originally was going to. (Two days after Part 2 instead of a week later!) I’m currently writing part four but based on how long I think part four would be if I tried to end it while including all I want in it I think there will also be a part five but that will most likely be the last part unless I get a lot of people asking for more parts. I have a few ideas for new fics floating around so i might make a vote based thing soon just to give me an idea of what you all would like to see. Okay I’m done rambling. Enjoy and leave me feedback!


John shut the door and stood over leaning against the wall with a still perfect view of you through all of the windows that showed the view of the inside of the betting office. “You finally decided to join us, John.” Tommy stated flatly, while taking the longest drag of his cigarette John had ever seen. John just nodded thinking it better to not take a swing at the beehive knowing he would just get stung. His brother seemed upset and he would usually be worried about that but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked up at him. Or the somewhat reserved yet devilish smile you always had while speaking to him. You were untamed yet very held back. Reckless but reserved. Strong but dainty. You were a living contradiction and he loved every ounce of it. He looked over at you as you walked over to a grouping of filing cabinets. Even your walk was graceful yet calculated like that of a ballet dancer.  'God she’s perfect.’ John thought to himself while staring out of Tommy’s windowed office.‘Why was it so hard to even get to that point with her? Nothing’s holding me back. No wife. She has no man. My family wouldn’t judge me. What was it? I am always the one to make moves on the woman not vice versa.’ John thought while continuing to attend his eyes to your every movement. You had been the most compelling and captivating thing he had ever seen and the second he saw you he wanted nothing more than to tell you everything about himself and to know everything about you. Yet, he still knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him. Confidence was never usually an issue for John. So this was something he was not used to. Sure he still dropped hints of his infatuation with you but it still was weird to him, not knowing exactly how to treat you. In his mind, you deserved respect but he also wanted to match with your lively, reckless attitude without overstepping his bounds. He looked away from you and tried to refocus his thoughts on what Tommy had to say but his eyes kept wondering towards your figure outside the glass. You looked up at him from the files in your hand, smiling devilishly as usual but this time as if you had an idea. You then started biting your lower lip, sliding your eyes up and down the young Blinder’s muscular figure that was fit into a handsome and sexy looking suit. John was fully engrossed in your every movement. You turned away from him pretending to drop one of the files onto the floor. John almost let out a laugh of impish nature, but stifled it to avoid his brother’s anger. He couldn’t believe you were actively trying to sabotage his attempted focus on his brothers words. You leaned down to grab the file in the most enticing way you could, your rear still in the air. John patted his suit coat in search for a cigar and an urgent need of something to do with his hands and mouth. He looked away for a second trying to be a gentleman but his eyes shot back to your body as if pulled by a magnet. You slowly stood back up quickly glancing at John to see if you maintained his focus. He still looked back in your direction, now puffing on a cigar still leaning up against the wall. You looked away and sat down on your desk, slowly sliding your dress up to your upper thigh where your garters fastened to your stockings. Your hand drifted gracefully along your leg while you did so. Sliding a case of cigarettes out from underneath your stocking, now looking up at John’s wide eyed expression that was transfixed on your body. You slightly giggled to yourself as you pulled one cigarette out of the shiny case. Placing it in between your lips and lighting it with a match. You shook the match out in one single motion, looking at John who’s focus was now on your lips. He followed your hands as they moved back down towards your leg, sliding the cigarette case back in between your leg and the stockings. You slowly covered up the case placing the edge of your dark toned dress at your knee leaving the rest of your leg exposed as you crossed your legs now leaving both legs exposed. John’s eyes darted from your legs to your Y/E/C eyes. Still engrossed in your fearlessness. He grinned cheekily, hiding the smile by bringing his cigar back up to his lips.He now looked at you waiting to see what you would do next. You bent down slightly playing with the shoe of your leg that was crossed over the top of the other. Your chest was now slightly exposed in his direction. He smiled, being more impressed by your actions than he thought he would be. To him you were like a rare piece of jewelry encased in glass and locked away so no one could tarnish you. You untied and retied your healed boots, feeling his eyes on your chest and the smile on his face and then the attention…gone.“John, we have a serious problem going on.” Tommy calmly but agitatedly spoke to the side of John’s head that was facing out towards the betting office. With that John’s head then turned in Tommy’s direction losing focus of Y/F/N and transfixing it onto Tommy’s words. Michael who had stood up to grab a drink from Thomas’s table of whiskey looked through the glass to see you slowly starting to lean up and making slightly embarrassed eye contact with the now  amused Michael. “He seems a little preoccupied with Y/F/N.” Michael said laughing at his own words and taking a sip of his drink while watching you readjust yourself, as John slightly clenched his jaw at his cousin’s staring. Tommy looked up outside the glass to see you let your  your dress back down to your ankles no longer revealing your legs but still sitting on the desk. Tommy saw you wave towards him and was now slightly smiling. He looked at his younger brother who was now fidgeting with his hat by pulling it off messing with his hair and putting it back on. “Just fuck her already.” Tommy said plainly in more of a commanding tone. Raising his eyebrows as if to ask 'what are you waiting for?’ Arthur and Michael laughed slightly at Tommy’s vulgar honesty. John had a face of shock at first that slowly shifted into bashful laughter. “John, just get out of here. You and I will discuss this business issue at a later time.” Tommy said nodding down at the papers cluttering the desk he was leaning over, staring at John and then nodding at the door as if to dismiss him. John grinned looking back out at your figure behind the glass. Then, grabbed his hat off his head shoving it into his pocket. John shot out of there leaving his cousin’s and brother’s laughter behind as he walked out the door into the main area of the betting office. John was walking straight towards you. And you, slightly apologetically, started towards him. “John I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I wasn’t-” you were cut off by his rough lips colliding against yours. He filled you with warmth as he placed both hands on either side of your head. His hands cupped your jawline and his fingers met at the back of your neck. He pulled you closer leaning down into to you, not letting up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in realization of what was happening, feeling his buzzed hair at the back of his head, pulling yourself up closer to him as his tongue collided with yours. You slid your hands back down gripping the edges of his suit coat trying to pull him closer. You were practically one person moving in sync. 'God he felt good’ you thought. One of his hands moved to the small of your back, surrounding you in the comfort of feeling his attention on you. You pulled away from him breathing hard and smiling foolishly still feeling his also heavy breathing.  Eyes still shut in hopes of feeling more deeply. He continued placing small pecks on your  lips until the heat of the moment turned into just warmth and you smiling kept him from doing so. You looked up at him as he still held your face. “You were saying, love?” he smiled still out of breath. You laughed over the fact that he just called you 'Love’ thinking for so long that he was an unattainable dream. He was too good for you but you didn’t care. He could have any girl but he chose you. “What are you laughing at?” He said slightly giggling at your adorable chuckle. “It’s just, I thought at your rate it would be three more weeks until we got to this point. You’re pretty slow, John.” You said playfully mocking him, hands still on his chest.“You’re going to pay for that later.” He said just as playfully but more suggestive, one hand still at your jawline tilting your face up to his. “Isn’t kissing you punishment enough?” You laugh slightly lips still millimeters away from his. “Ouch!” He says springing back slightly making a face of pretend pain. You laughed at the goofball that was the man in front of you. “You’re going to have to speed up a little bit if you expect to catch up with me, John Shelby.” You pulled him back down to you, your hands around the back of his neck, kissing him but this time you hear clapping and whooping from his cousin and brother who were exiting Tommy’s office. You feel a smile form on John’s face as he pulls away foreheads lingering together for a moment. You bashfully leaned against John trying to hide your face in his suit coat as you were sure it was getting red. John used one arm to hold you to his chest and another to grab a nearby pencil and toss it at his brother, who deflected it. Arthur was still laughing with Michael as they walked towards his office. John looked down at you. “You want to get out of here?” He said quietly, to which you nodded. He grabbed your jacket for you and placed it on your shoulders. His arm wrapped around you as he walked you out into the  street towards his house.

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CNN chose facts over another appearance by Kellyanne Conway

  • CNN’s communications team shut down Kellyanne Conway, calling out the “alternative facts” specialist for using alternative facts of her own.
  • It began Saturday, when Huff Post reported that CNN actively chose not to put Conway on air on their flagship Sunday show, State of the Union. 
  • The New York Times later quoted CNN’s explanation that turning Conway down was because of “serious questions about her credibility.”
  • Conway denied that report, saying she “could not do live Sunday shows this week [because] of family.”
  • CNN fired back a half-hour later, saying the White House offered to make Conway available for the show, but they “passed” on her appearance. Read more
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DAY SEVEN (Feb 26):
Fantasy
(fairytale, hero/fairy, soulmates, destiny, royalty)

In which instead of Otabek being the hero and Yuri the fairy, it’s the other way around.

Headcanons for this AU under the cut

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Be a d*ck to your freelancer? I'll have your job.

(warning: long story)

Backstory:

This happened about 3 years ago. I was still in college for digital marketing (like advertising and graphic design). Since I had no time to work even a part time job, I would do some freelance graphic design in the little time I had. Mainly in the later hours of the night, I would still answer emails during the day though. It was good money, a couple hundred here and there, but it wasn’t enough. The company that ran the cafeteria in my school went through bankruptcy and I was taken off our 21-meals-a-week plan. I had to resort to putting (very) small ads in the newspaper and started looking for more jobs online rather than posting a listing on Craigslist as I previously had. I got a few good jobs, everything seemed great at this point.

Then the fatal night happened. I received an email at about 10:45 at night. It was mid-week so it was a bit odd for someone to be emailing me this late, especially since I had school the next day and they probably had work. Right off the bat I had a sketchy feeling about this, as the subject was “I need an ad made” and the message was “Ok?”. As per usual, I respond right away asking for more details. He said he had ran a custom shower company and he wants me to Photoshop a picture, add text and then format it for billboard printing.

He sends me the image and it’s a “custom” shower with two shower heads that are on. He wants me to remove one of the heads. I tell him that it will be difficult due to the fact the streams are crossing. He replies with “So? Just f*cking do it.” I finish the ad for him and I’m about to watermark it so I can send him a final copy then request payment. Then I realize that it’s already f*cking watermarked, faintly in the corner by another shower company, and it doesn’t match his. This douchebag motherf*cker stole a picture from another local company.

I tell him that I won’t do the ad because he’s using a copyrighted picture, and that I can replace it and keep the text. He “rages” and claims that he took the photo with his phone earlier that week. At this point I have better things to be doing, so I block his emails, as they were getting to be harassment.

Fast forward two weeks.

I get a call from an unknown number saying that I f*cked up and that he just paid another designer “big bucks” for the same job. These calls continue over the next week and I just start ignoring them.

Here’s where something magical happens. He starts texting me, but it’s with his actual f*cking number. I think he tried to *67 me, but it doesn’t work through texting. This will come back to bite him in the ass when we get to the revenge part.

Here’s where the revenge comes in:

After the semester ends, I decide to drive around 2 hours to visit my parents for the week I have between the semesters. While I’m driving on the freeway I see something familiar. It’s the photo the guy wanted me to make into an ad for him on a billboard. Then I realize that the ad on the billboard is for HIS F*CKING COMPANY, although he clearly didn’t hire another designer. It looks as if he made it in MSPaint. I get off at the next exit so I can get a few pictures and write down the location.

When I get back from my parents’ house, I immediately start up my computer and try to get into contact with the company who owns the photo. I send them the pictures and location along with his emails. They thank me and I happily go to bed.

Fast forward a month.

I get a call on a Saturday morning saying that the company who owns the photo needed me to come in to their offices to discuss a few things. Turns out that they ended up filing a lawsuit over the copyright issue as he still claimed it to be his photo.

The judge told me while I was in court (as a witness) that I would be able to file for harassment and get a restraining order. Normally I wouldn’t care, but the harassment would go on his record.

Because of all the legal fees, his company went under. I later found out that he tried to start up another company of similar sorts but he would have to tell his employees of his harassment charge. That company went under as well because he couldn’t find anyone to work for him.

Get f*cked.

Revelations & Confessions

AN: Hours later and I’m still reeling from that episode. it was so raw and emotional. Truthful. This is my attempt to process that.

(Set somewhere post 5x17)

Oliver sat on the cot in front of her, arms supporting his weight on his knees, head hung low. He knew she was there, he always did. Still, he refused to look up at her, to meet her gaze.

It had been this way for weeks. He’d shut himself off, emotionally, physically, much more that he had ever done before, in the times she’d known him. Then, he would always glance up, make sure that she knew that she mattered to him, in some small way.

Now, he stiller than a statue, frozen in misery.

“Oliver.” Felicity whispered, stepping towards him. Still he refused to move.

Cautiously, she approached him, her heels sounding a knell with each stiletto strike. As though every step was another scar on his skin. She settled on the floor in front of him, kneeling at his feet. This way, she could peer up at him, find his eyes and see what he was thinking.

If she knew what the wound was, she could heal him. It was deep, and unseen, but had broken Oliver to the point that he didn’t spring back by his own power or the encouragement of her or John.

Still, he didn’t move. He gave the illusion that she wasn’t really there, that perhaps she was an illusion of his mind. An echo of his mistakes.

Felicity reached out and grasped his hands, his fingers between her palms. They were cold, dry and brittle, smooth as a stone. Ridges of calluses mapped a pattern of hardship and toil, orators of his heroic acts. The same scars that revealed the instrument of darkness he held tightly to.

The instant her hands made contact with his, he shuddered, pulling away. Quickly, she reclaimed her grip.

“Don’t.” He whispered, voice hoarse from disuse.

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Sherlock filming in Canada

Keep clueing for looks to find out WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON!

So I just remembered that Sherlock team was filming in Canada for several weeks in April – May. Some of crew members, including the location manager (Tom Guy) and the director of TST (Rachel Talalay), were tweeting about it.

Maybe another tweets/posts/pictures on this theme exist but that’s what I’ve found so far:

They were in Toronto, huh?

Two days later Tom tweeted that he had a great trip to the Niagara Falls.

Were they filming over there? Who knows? The following tweet about any possible shooting for Sherlock didn’t get a reply.

And finally — Rachel’s tweet with picture of our familiar clapperboard. 7th May, Vancouver. Nice!

Now what we have. There was nothing connected to the filming in Canada, right? Then the game is not over.

One more missing scene? I wouldn’t be surprised.

Curtain rises. The last act. It’s not over. SH

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“Wow, Steven. Everything in your life is so awesome and magical. The most exciting thing in my life is tennis practice.” -Connie Maheswaran Season 1

Tsundere at critical mass.

GASTER
Sigh… So much for keeping things light. What else is there?

GASTER
-?!

GASTER
I-! That is not-! My smile is- NEXT QUESTION.

GASTER
Oh that is quite enough-!

GASTER
OKAY I THINK IT’S TIME WE GOT BACK TO WORK.

ALPHYS
Aawww, already?

GASTER
What do you mean “already” - we’ve been answering questions all morning! That’s plenty enough for now! 

ALPHYS
I-I guess you’re right…

GASTER
There is much more important work to be done in the labs- 

ALPHYS
Besides, if we keep going at this rate, y-you’ll pass out from blushing so much.

GASTER
All right that’s IT. YOU’RE GETTING SPUN.

ALPHYS
NOOO IT WAS A JOKE-

GASTER
PREPARE FOR TAKEOFF!

ALPHYS
YOU CAN’T SPIN ME IF YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!

GASTER
GET BACK HERE!

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DONE~! (for now) More art based off of @wonderfulchaos69​‘s fanfic/our collab au Sakuya on Ice!~  I drew some of my favorite “off ice” scenes! (aka the SakuMahi scenes lololol) If you wanna know what happens next in these moments then read the fanfic please!! 😃 Kitty Kuro does NOT like his owners new boyfriend. student. lol 

I will be posting the ACTUAL ON ICE art later. Meaning we will see some rival Misono art and other miscellaneous drawn moments from it! 

Please read the fanfic~ if you enjoy the art for it!!! took me WEEKS but I finished these. But there will be more~

yes the last image I have posted before. Because of that moment from the OVA~ and I posted it early~!!

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I’ve been so productive the last days :’) and I feel a lot more relaxed than last week even though Uni is still really stressful! I’ll go to my fave forest later and gonna meet up with my best friend tomorrow :) on monday I’ll continue conducting our psychological experiment and I’m really looking forward to it. I hope you’re all having a lovely weekend!

Hello, it’s been a little hard for me to stay focussed lately, so sometimes I can’t post a drawing on the weekend and might end up sharing it later in the week instead. Sorry about this. Thanks for sticking around nonetheless!

Anyway, here’s Milotic.

Play It Again (Steve x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys!! So this is a part of @amarvelouswritings 700 follower celebration. I would post it later, but this upcoming week is total nuts and I don’t wan to procrastinate and forget. It’s inspired by Luke Bryan’s song Play It Again.  As always, feedback would be much appreciated. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Tony is throwing a beach bash to kick off the summer when someone catches Steve’s eye.

Other Characters: Tony, Wanda (mentioned)

Warnings: Fluff, talk about drunk/buzzed driving, almost smut

Word Count: 1,107

Originally posted by belle333black

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Devil Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary (Request) :(Anon) OMG I saw the Sebastian pic you reblogged, and baaaam an idea popped up haha. Would you write something where Bucky is a mechanic and one time you go there cause your motorcycle broke down and you’ve heard he’s good. So when you get there he’s wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can’t resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in shower together. Later then he asks you for a proper date? :)

Warnings: Smut. You know the drill. ;)

A/N: I am so sorry to the anon that sent me this weeks ago and it took me FOREVER to write. I’ve been going through some stuff these past few weeks and it was really tough to get focused on my writing. But I promise to all of my followers that I will start posting more often, both reader inserts, and more chapters for Ineffable. I love you guys. <3

This is the photo. 

“So, how long have you been doing this?” You asked, trying not to sound as if you were salivating at the flawless form in front of you trying to fix your motorcycle. His skin was glistening in the strong light he had shining over him, (Or the motorcycle, but no need to get into details) so that he could have proper sight of the structure before him in the dark garage.

           “I don’t know, a couple of months.” He replied, looking up at you for a moment before grabbing for another one of his tools.

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