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Changeling Things
  • Switching to dead languages mid-sentence for no apparent reason.
  • Archaic swear words. 
  • Cheerfully throwing each other under the bus and then going for lunch afterwards. No hard feelings! Sometimes you’ve just got to rat your co-worked out to Bular!
  • Weird hobbies. They have a lot of free time when they’re not trying to take over the world, and they’ve all picked up some very strange ways of passing the time. Strickler teaches, Nomura collects antiquities, Otto marries old rich people and steals their fortunes, Gladys knitted. 
  • They’re also all kind of hoarders, but in a low-key way. It’s the troll half of their heritage coming out. Mostly they can channel it into nice, sensible things like collecting old art or going on antique roadshow but sometimes they have terrible judgement and you end up with changelings with giant Beanie Baby collections. 
  • After centuries living as humans, but humans with troll senses, they have weirdly refined tastes and are very adventurous food wise. They’re not going to eat socks, but they will be absolutely insufferable about wine, or cheese, or something equally ridiculous. Nomura collects hot drinks, coffee, tea, salep, literally anything warm and drinkable. Otto makes artisan sausage. They all have very international tastes. 
  • Their automatic instinct when dealing with Bular is to kind of clique up, safety in numbers, so they’ll end up loudly discussing taxes or something else human and boring until he goes away. 
  • In jokes. So many in-jokes. All wildly inappropriate in a Terrifyingly Messed Up way. Most of them revolve around former colleagues who got themselves killed one way or another, and/or their shared status as horrifying abominations mistrusted by all. 
  • “Yes, you know, I had to murder her, she knew too much, but I sent flowers to her family. I know etiquette is out of fashion these days, but old habits die hard.”
  • “If you decide to have me killed, old friend, at least make sure my Beanie Babies go to a good home.”
  • Otto organizes a yearly Secret Santa, but the changelings as a collective are physically incapable of being nice to one another, so it just ends up being lots of priceless artwork traded back and forth and thinly veiled death threats in the form of thank you notes. There’s this one very ugly lampshade that’s been making the rounds for years. 

forgotten-pumpkinpie  asked:

Hello!! I'm looking for a few super fluffy, cute enough to make you gag but still want more AUs that take place in a coffee shop, library, or book store!! Please and thank you :)

i think i can help you with that!

this post is going to be a bit long so i’ll divide it into two parts :)

library/bookstore aus

coffee shop aus

  • i tell myself that i come here because of the coffee but really it’s just because of the barista that works here every morning
    • heck, i don’t even like coffee
  • by god this is the most awful cup of coffee i’ve ever had but you looked so pleased with yourself when you handed it to me and now i don’t have the heart to throw it away
    • so yes, i am going to down this entire coffee and i am going to like it
  • you come in here practically every day and we chat quite a lot but i feel awful because i still can’t remember your name yet i can remember your order off by heart
    • i change my name everyday because it’s adorable whenever you ask for my name and it’s not what you expected you have a little look of surprise mixed with disappointment and it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen.
  • we’re both on our computers doing work and i hadn’t really taken any notice of you until you randomly airdropped a document onto my computer saying; ‘can i buy you a coffee sometime?’
  • i was having a really bad day and my patience was practically non-existent at this point, unfortunately you messing up my order was the final thing to make me snap. 
    • and yes, i did just start crying in the middle of an overcrowded coffee shop. 
      • “here, let me get you another coffee and we can talk about it if you want.”
  • i keep putting cheesy pick-up lines on your cups but i don’t think you realise because you’ve never said anything back, that was until one day i put my phone number on your cup and i actually got a text from you later that day. 
  • you were my favourite barista at the coffee shop and we’d always talk on your shift, you sometimes mentioned in passing how if we talked to much your boss would fire you - of course, you said it in such a joking way that i assumed it was just casual humour. that was until when i arrived one morning and saw you weren’t there, instead you were waiting for me in the coffee shop but not as a barista, as a customer.
    • “i got you fired! i’m so so sorry! how can i repay you?”
      “seriously, don’t worry about it. i never liked this job that much anyway.”
      “… can i at least buy you a coffee?”
  • instead of going out for dinner, we go out for coffee instead
  • you come in at least two times a day and it’s getting a bit worrying, you seem so on edge all the time and the amount of caffeine you take in can’t be healthy. 
    • i changed your order and gave you decaffeinated coffee instead
      • i looked over at you when i tasted my coffee as if to say; “why?” but you just smiled sincerely and i feel as if my heart just exploded 
  • did you seriously just order tea… at a coffee shop
  • im the new barista and you’re my co-worker, you’re the best barista in the shop and i didn’t believe it until i tasted your coffee and holy shit, how is this humanely possible?????? teach me your ways !!
  • ive never been to a starbucks before and i have no idea what any of this means and the people behind me are getting kinda annoyed, could you help me out??
    • “that makes no sense, ‘venti’ means twenty in italian not large”
      “i’ve been working here for five years and i think about this everyday don’t worry.”

- jess

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Request: Hey! Can you do a oneshot where you work as a waitress in a bar in the city Dunkirk is being shot and all the boys go there to chill after a long day of work and every night Tom Hardy eye fucks you and the boys, realizing you are really into each other, start to tease the two of you?

A/N: my life has been forever changed by this


He was staring again.

You could feel his eyes lingering on you from across the room as you took orders from other tables.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you turned to catch his eyes. He was talking with one of his friends, but his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“Y/N, table 5’s food is ready.” A coworker of yours told you, breaking your eye contact with the handsome man. You headed over to grab the food, walking over to the loud table full of men.

The table in the corner was filled by the usual 8 guys. Every night for the past 3 weeks they would show up around 7 o’ clock and request to be seated in that same booth. They always requested for you to be their waitress as well, for reasons completely unknown to you.

It wasn’t until their third visit that you began recognizing them.

Your brother was a massive comics fan, especially the DC comics. Growing up with him, you kind of became a comics nerd too. So of course you recognized the faces of Cillian Murphy and Tom Hardy from the Dark Knight trilogy.

You recognized some of the others as well from films and tv that you’ve watched over the years. There were only 3 that you didn’t know, but you picked up their names from conversation: Fionn, Jack and Tom.

You realized fairly quickly that these guys were the cast for the new movie Dunkirk, after all they were staying in your town for filming.

You had never really let on that you knew who these guys were. They seemed to like being treated by you as regular people, so that’s what you did.

Only one from the group had really captured your attention.

You’d had a slight celebrity crush on Tom Hardy for a few years, thinking he was insanely good looking. The man was exactly your type; dark hair, dark eyes, deep voice, facial hair, dog lover. The muscles and tattoos were just an added bonus.

It seemed that you had captured his attention too. His eyes never drifted from you when you’d take the tables order, and sometimes you’d feel a gaze on your back as you went to other tables. Every time you searched for the source, your eyes would meet his.

It was like he was trying to undress you with his eyes, and you definitely weren’t complaining.

The two of you flirted harmlessly a few times, earning grins from the rest of the men at the table. They were slowly catching on to the attraction between the two of you, throwing in some hints here and there. You could hear them teasing Tom from time to time, always bringing a smile to your face.

You walked up to the table then, placing each meal on the table with the help of another waitress. Once you were done, you glanced at the men.

“Does everything look alright?” You asked, eyes catching with Tom’s again.

“Trust me sweetheart, from where I’m sitting everything looks perfect.” He spoke, eyes trailing down your body. You merely winked at him, turning around and walking away before he could see your blush.

“He sure knows how to make you hot and bothered.” The other waitress said, a knowing glance on her face.

“Oh shut up.”

An hour later you were back at the table, smiling at the laughing men.

“Is there anything else I can get you guys?” You asked them all, clearing the table of the many glasses.

“Yeah, I’d like to get yer number lassie.” The blonde man spoke up, you think his name was Jack. There was a kicking sound, and moments later Jack was glaring at Tom as he rubbed his leg.

“Sorry hun, you’re a wee too young for me.” You told him, giving him a sweet smile. Some of the guys snorted at this, attempting to hold in laughs.

“Well, ye see, I’m actually askin’ for a friend.” He continued, glancing briefly at Tom before looking back at you.

“Well, you can tell your friend that if he really wanted my number, he should ask me himself.” You slyly answered, a grin on your face.

“So, I’m curious. Wha would ye say yer type is?” Cillian Murphy spoke up, surprising you slightly. When you looked at him, he was smirking at Tom. Tom looked annoyed, but you were very amused. It was obvious his friends were all messing with him.

“Hm, let’s see…” You played along, a hand on your hip as you pretended to think. “A tall, dark and handsome type for sure. British definitely, with a lot of tattoos. 39 years old would be preferable, I like my men older. Oh, and he has to be a dog person.” You winked at Tom when you finished your description, leaving the man gobsmacked for a moment.

The whole table was in hysterics as they saw the stunned look on Tom’s face, making you smirk proudly. Setting the check on the table, you turned away from the men, heading to check on another table.

You cleaned up a few more tables, humming slightly as you did. When you were done, you headed towards the kitchen to check for orders.

“Here you go love.” A voice spoke a little while later, and you turned around to find one of the guys from the group standing there. “Keep the change.” He spoke, seeing you were about to head to the register.

“Thank you Harry.” You told the singer, sending him a smile as he began to leave.

“I knew you recognized us.” He laughed, a cheeky smile on his face. “By the way, what time do you usually get off?”

“11, why?” You asked him, head tilting in confusion.

“No reason.” He smirked, turning around and heading towards the door. “Good night Y/N!” He shouted over his shoulder, making you roll your eyes as you chuckled slightly.

Later that night you were finally off work, and you left the little restaurant in exhaustion. Your days at the restaurant were long, but you absolutely loved working there.

A voice clearing from behind you caught your attention, and you turned around to look. Tom Hardy was standing in front of you, hands shoved into his pockets.

“What can I help you with, Mr. Hardy?” You asked, voice taking on a tone of innocence. His intimidating form was suddenly in front of you, staring down at you intensely.

“I think you know exactly what I want Y/N.” He purred, voice coming out roughly.A wave of pleasure raced down your spine at the sound of your name leaving his lips, making you bite your lip to hold in a moan.

“No, I don’t think I do.” Your voice dropped into a seductive drawl, backing away from him and turning to continue down the street.

He caught up to you a few moments later, turning you around and pressing you against the side of a building. His arms came up on either side of you, effectively boxing you in.

“Why don’t you and I head back to my place, I’ll show you exactly what I mean.” He growled, his eyes positively predatory. You swallowed harshly at his words, hands beginning to shake.

“I don’t know, I’m awfully tired.” You teased, stretching to press a kiss under his bearded jaw. He grabbed your hips tightly, a groan leaving his lips. “I’m guess I can agree though, if you make it worth my while.” He pulled away from you, eyes full of lust.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ll be screaming my name after just 5 minutes with me.”

“Prove it.”

Silly Bat’ - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just a short silly fic BECAUSE WHY NOT RIGHT ?! I like to imagine that when Bruce doesn’t have the stress of taking care of Wayne Inc or of his nightly activities on his back, he’s just a very funny and kinda weird man…So I wrote something about it, hope you’ll like it

Awesome fan art of this story here : clickclickclick by @demigodslytherin.

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There were times, when it was just you and Bruce, where you genuinely wondered if your husband wasn’t completely crazy. 

Not in a bad way. Not in a “Joker” or “Harley Quinn” way. Nooooo. In a “that man is completely silly, and I’m really starting to question his sanity…is he on drugs ? Drunk ? I don’t know, but it’s funny” way. Yes. Exactly in that way. 

Often, when it was just the two of you, behind closed door, he would…loosen up. And not just a bit. He would loosen up completely and go on full “goofball mode”. 

You couldn’t count the number of times he started a pillow fight, a war with water guns (though since Alfred yelled at you two as if you were children making a mess, you switched from water guns to nerf guns), a tickle fight or a stupid and ridiculous fashion show etc etc. 

You still remembered how your abs hurt after the fit of laughter you had when he came out of the bathroom wearing an awful bright green tuxedo vest a random fashion house send him, without an undershirt, flexing all of the muscle of his chest and all, some sweatpants on of which he tucked the lower part in cowboy boots Clark gave him, and a lampshade as a hat…Where was he even finding those ideas ?

Yes. When it was just you and him, he was a different person. That no one else but you, not even his children, not even Alfred, or any of his close friends would ever see. A Bruce completely carefree, and also slightly insane…but hilarious. 

Every time you ended up having the Manor to yourself (which was very rarely, with five children and a butler who almost never took days off), it would even be better, your playground being bigger. 

One of your favorite “Silly Bat” time was when you played hide and seek (yes, grown ass adults could totally play hide and seek) and you went to hide in a tree in the garden…And got found by Clark. 

The embarrassment on Bruce’s face when he was trying to explain what you two were doing was priceless…In the end, he said that you were playing a “sexual version of hide and seek”, because it was easier to explain than to tell his friend that he was actually playing the actual game, like a damn child, with his beautiful wife…

Clark was impressed. After all, he found you in a tree, so he wondered how you two were going to make lo…Your laughter stopped his trail of thoughts. Your superfriend misinterpreted your laugh, thinking you were mocking him because he was blushing, and that was good (for Bruce). It settled the end of the story. 

Soon enough, Superman was laughing too, and it took everything in Bruce to not even crack a smile, to keep his stoic stance, and slightly bored facial expression, so that he wouldn’t get discovered. Ooh you loved that man. 

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sshanzasidd  asked:

Scenario on Todoroki hanging out with fem s/o and her kid brother (7 ish) and is really into heroes and loves them a lot and when he meets todoroki he's like wow u go to UA, have a strong quirk, met all might, and are son of the number 2 hero ????

This wasn’t supposed to be like this, and I wanted to include more Todo, but I was afraid that if I did, it might have gotten out of hand, So heads up, this is longer and this isn’t exactly what they asked. I still do hope you enjoy it, and thank you for this wonderful ask. Although I don’t think I did it justice c:

“Say yes and I’ll do your laundry for a week, I promise.”
“Let me think about it”

Your little brother who just turned 8 was in love with heroes, so much that he dreamed of becoming one too, very much like yourself.

You had been very cautious about mentioning that Shouto, the Todoroki Shouto who placed second in the sports festival and son of Endeavor, number two hero, was your boyfriend. Your little bro practically worshipped him, and when his name suddenly slipped out of you one evening through the phone, you knew you had messed up.

“You know him? I mean, I know he’s in your class but I would have never thought someone as cool as him would hangout with you.”

“Uhm… ouch?”

“Oh it’s nothing against you sis, but he’s just way above your level. So, how is he? Is he as cool as he seems? Are you friends?”

After a while ( and a thousand of questions), he kind of forgot about it. A few weeks later you hosted a family dinner, and apparently your mom told everyone that her “little sunshine” had gotten herself a boyfriend.

Your aunt, with whom you got along, was very interested in the topic. You told each other a lot of things, and since you two were very close, you were willing to share a bit of information.

“So, who’s the lucky guy [Name]?”

“You might have seen him everywhere as Todoroki Shouto…”

“Oh my god, are you for real [Name]?”

“Wait, sis, you are dating Todoroki?”

You were in it for a long ride.

Back to the present, your bro was trying to convince you into letting him go to one of your dates. Keyword: trying.

Shouto was supposed to pick you up in ten minutes, and since you were ready, you decided to sit and watch TV.

Your brother knew that you only got that done up when you had dates, and hence the current situation.

The door bell rang and you got up the from the couch quickly.

But before you could answer the door, your brother did.

“Hello, I’m [Name]’s brother and you are very awesome. I am your number one fan.”

“Uhm… hello.” Todoroki looked up at you awkwardly, his eyes seeking you for help. He wanted to impress your family, your brother included, so when that 8 year old asked him to come in and chat, he agreed.

“[Name]’s always talking about you, but whenever I want to speak with you, she won’t let me.”

“That’s because you ask too much and I don’t want you to bother him.” You sat next to Shouto, who was now between you and your brother.

“Why do you like her? I’ve always wondered about how you two ended up together.”

“Well, you see. I didn’t instantly know I liked her, it took me some time to realize that. But she stayed long enough and helped me through a lot of stuff I couldn’t face alone.” You looked at him lovingly. He managed to change a lot, and seeing him talk about you like that was really sweet.

“Ew…Forget I asked”

“Alright…” said Shouto. He was always really nice to you and everyone in your family.

“Did you dye your hair?. And do you think…”

You headed to the kitchen to get them some snacks, they were getting along, and you loved them both, so you were happy.

While getting some plates out of the cabinets the living room became silent, it made you turn around slightly, just to have a better view of them.

You could see your little brother leaning over and whispering into his ear. Coming a bit closer you managed to hear a bit.

“Hey, leaving your coolness behind, I swear that if you ever hurt my sister, I’m coming to get you. Alright?”

“Alright, I promise not to ever hurt your sister. I love her too much to do something like that.”

“Just. Please don’t say things like that in front of me. It’s weird.”

The two of them kept smiling trough the whole evening.


request: hey uh do hc (connorxreader) where he’s kind of obsessed with the reader that is Zoe’s best friend(some phantom of the opera vibes)

hey babie !! its mod kali here!! ok so believe it or not i’ve seen phantom of the opera ??? i rlly don’t remember much of what happened bc it was forever and a half ago but i’m gonna try my hardest on this headcannon for u nonnie!! also i tried to keep this gender neutral but lemme know if i slipped up anywhere!


request something here

  • ok so connor knows you because you’re almost always at the murphy household, you’re zoe’s best friend and larry and cynthia adore you
  • at first connor was annoyed by you bc you’re friends with zoe and anything related with his family annoys him lmaoaooa
  • but one day he was in the kitchen getting milk something to drink and you come downstairs looking for something to drink as well and you and connor get to talking
  • he see’s that you’re super down to earth and almost instantly falls in love
  • “woah! did you paint your nails yourself? they look so good! i wish i could paint my non-dom hand that well! mine always come out looking like shit, see?” n you show him your non-dom hand and the design on your nails isn’t as clean as the other hands and you’re giggling like crazy and he’s like “this is the person im gunna marry.”
  • this is where his obsession with you starts
  • you’re really the only person he ever goes out of his way to be nice to?
  • one time he saw you in school and you looked like you were about the start BAWLING and so he goes up to you and asks whats wrong and you’re like “i spilled my coffee ALL over my shirt and i don’t have anything else to wear ugh”
  • so he takes off his hoodie and is like “you can wear this if you want idk you don’t have to if you dont wanna”
  • blushy flushy baby aw aw aw
  • scratching the back of his head cause he’s embarrassed
  • and you’re looking at him like with wide eyes cause you remember one time zoe said he wouldn’t take that damn hoodie off for the life of him
  • so you take it from him and put it on over your stained shirt and its super big on you and connor is like Fuck
  • you kiss him on the cheek as a thanks and he almost busts one on the spot
  • lmao
  • his obsession becomes more and more extreme as the days go on
  • looking out for you in the hallways becomes waiting by the bathrooms across from your locker to make sure no one comes up to you and bothers you becomes learning your class schedule so he can be there to make sure you get from class to class ok
  • he starts asking zoe about you to and he tries to be nonchalant about it but zoe gets Sus
  • “is (y/n) doing ok? idk they looked down when i saw them outside of math”
  • “connor you don’t even have class on that side of the school why were you even over there.”
  • “uh.”
  • when you don’t show up to school he FREAKS
  • texts zoe in a panic asking where you are and if you’re okay and if someone got to you or maybe you got in a fight oh my god what if you got in a fight he’ll fucking kill whoever touched you and now suddenly he’s hyperventilating?
  • “is (y/n) ok? they’re not here 2day.”
  • “ya they’re fine just woke up late and decided to stay home lol y”
  • “jst wondering. didn’t see them.”
  • “do u want their # ??? lmfao so u can text them instead of me”
  • “…ya.”
  • now he has you’re number he’s WILDIN
  • texts you himself because what if zoe was lying to him out of spite? that sounds like something she’d do she’s always trying to mess with him what if she lied and you’re actually in trouble and she just didn’t want him to know? oh my god oh my god and now he’s hyperventilating AGAIn  
  • poor baby
  • “u ok? u weren’t here 2day. its connor btw!”
  • “aaaa omg yes i’m fine! i just overslept and missed my bus 😭 thank u for checking up on me 😚"
  • that kissy face emoni just necked him into his next life
  • you guys start texting a lot more often and it makes him so happy!!!!
  • he gets so nervous whenever he see’s your name pop up on his screen but he also can’t help himself from smiling
  • you thought he was nervous when he was texting you? imagine in person.
  • you text him in the morning asking if he’ll give you a ride to school cause you’re running late and he says yes OBVS but he is NERVOUS
  • he pulls up to your house and you come outside and if he wasn’t already sitting his knees would have buckled because you’re really just the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his damn eyes on
  • he lets you pick the music off his phone for the car ride aw
  • gets nervous because his screen is shattered and he doesn’t want you to cut yourself aw aw aw
  • he gets sooooo protective over you its fucking crazy
  • one time when he was Watching You from the bathrooms to make sure you were ok some guys came up to you and started making passes at you
  • you keep telling them to stop but they will not leave you alone
  • connor walks over there and yanks one of them backwards by his collar and is like “she said to leave her alone. get lost before i move you myself.”
  • the guys say some not so nice things about connor but leave anyway
  • you grab onto his arm and you’ve got tears in your eyes and you’re thanking him
  • blushy flushy boy part 2
  • he just wants to protect you and be around you at all times ok :(
  • hes a good boy
  • love him
  • [During a tough battle, Ladybug and Queen Bee suffer a heavy defeat and lose their Miraculouses, which end up in the villains' hands; while Chat Noir, Vixen, and others are fighting the villain to recover the lost Miraculouses, Marinette is on the Eiffel Tower, and Chloé reaches her] Chloé: Marinette, come on, get out of here, it's dangerous! This tower may collapse at any moment! [Marinette ignores her] This is all my fault. I'm sorry.
  • Marinette: [angry] DON'T DO THAT! Please, don't do that! You do NOT know how I feel!
  • Chloé: Marinette, calm down...
  • Marinette: Girls like you have EVERYTHING!!! You don't have to be good! You can mess up all over and over again, and you can still live your life without thoughts and consequences!
  • Chloé: Marinette!
  • Marinette: You'll never know what it's like to fail, because you were born a BOURGEOIS!!!!
  • Chloé: [angry] Yes! I'm Chloé Bourgeois!! A girl who still holds the record for most number of Akumas created!!! That even after being chased by those akumas she had never been able to understand that it was just her fault! And she realized what she really was JUST after losing everything! Sabrina, Adrien... [cries] and Pollen! You're right Marinette, I'll never know how you feel… but you're not the only failure here.
  • Chloé: I've always been jealous of you... from the start... both Ladybug and Marinette... because you were ALL that I will NEVER be...
  • [Several seconds of silence...]
  • Marinette: How come you never told me that before?
  • Chloé: Because... we weren't friends before...

Title: A Surfeit of Fluff
Author: ladydemacabre
Artist: Busy Squirrel
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Jess
Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Knitting, Texting, Human AU, Dean realizing he’s bisexual, some sexually explicit content
Posting Date: 10/12/2017

Summary:  Surfeit: (noun) an excessive amount.  Losing a bet to Charlie means Dean has to take up knitting for a month. Cue the meet cute with the really hot Michaels employee Castiel, and Dean may not be as straight as he wants to think.  Confusion and cluelessness, mistaken assumptions, and horrible puns all follow.  Add in the usual merry band of Supernatural characters, the fall season, and you’ve got an all human AU that’s nothing but a surfeit of fluff.

- - -

He stared from his seat at the kitchen table toward the couch.  On it lay that damn book and the pile of knots formerly known as yarn.  Was he really going to be beaten by that?

To hell with it.  He grabbed his phone and punched in Castiel’s number.

It rang long enough for Dean to believe that this was all a mistake and he should hang up, but not long enough for him to actually do that.


Oh god that voice.  It was even deeper over the phone.  It wasn’t James Earl Jones, Barry White, or Thurl Ravenscroft deep, but it still hit the right pitch to make his face heat up.

“Uh, Castiel?  This is Dean.  From the store.  With the yarn and knitting.  I don’t know if you remember… but um, you wrote your number.”  Good god, Winchester, why are you babbling like the village idiot?

“I did, I remember, and I was hoping you’d call.  How’s the knitting going?”

Dean sighed.  “A complete disaster.  I mean, it looks so easy in the book.  I follow the instructions, try to copy what the pictures are doing, but it just comes out this tangled mess of chopsticks and yarn vomit!”

There was a sympathetic chuckle.  “Yes, I remember when I was first learning.”

“Can you help?”

“Of course.  Where would you feel most comfortable meeting?”

Dean scrambled to think of somewhere, but his brain wasn’t working right.  He latched onto the first place that came to mind.  “My place… um, if it’s okay with you.  I don’t know, whenever you’re free.”

“I’m not working this Saturday.”

“Okay.  I’ve got just a morning shift so we could do after lunch.  Around two sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Dean gave Castiel his address and the call ended.

Oh god.  He’d just given his address to the total stranger he was crushing on.  Dean hit his head on the table.

Boyfriend! au - Yuto

I’m back with one of the Japanese princes of kpop… so enjoy :) 

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

(sidenote: this comeback is killing me everyone looks so hot) 

  • ik cliche but stick with me
  • He’s the star pitcher everyone knows
  • Basically baseball prince of Japan everyone is IN LOVE
  • Including you but that’ll come later….
  • ANYWAYS gr8 guy that everyone just adores
  • You would expect someone as popular as he is to act like he’s hot shit & be an asshole to every1
  • Just admired by everyone for a good reason n he just giggles n accepts it
  • Really close bromance n dorm roomies n everything
  • Someone spread a rumor for like a week that they were dating n yuto just giggled n denied it as wooseok didn’t even deny it and looked smug af just to be a piece of shit
  • Just obviously super close n he makes it more obvious when he shouts from the dugout at every baseball game
  • Ok but yuto’s only flaw is that he’s one of those people that get wayyy into gym class
  • Which isn’t even that big of a flaw since he looks so cute n cool while doing it
  • Anyways he just took a basic gym class in college to keep himself fit n have fun
  • U took gym for motivation to become more healthy & fit but so far ur regretting taking this class
  • so u guys r playing a violent adult game of dodgeball totally adult-like ik
  • Basically like middle school all over again: girls on the side gushing how cute yuto is, other guys bein extra to get attention, & u tryin ur best but ur just not as physically capable
  • u ofc know yuto because of his reputation n u think he’s cute too ur not blind
  • But what u don’t know is that he knows u too he just quietly admires u in gym class

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I Love Woo

Genre: Fluffy

Warnings: Alcohol

Requested by: @wonwooswonton

“I think you should slow down.” Wonwoo spoke softly in your ear.

“I’m..” Your head swayed back and forth, “I’m totally fiiine.” You slurred, the stench of alcohol from your breath made Wonwoo’s nose crinkle.

Wonwoo rubbed the lower of your back as you took another sip from your cup, “I’m going to get you some water.” He spoke reassuringly, leaving you to your intense card game with three other intoxicated members.

As he reached the kitchen, grabbing a cup from one of Jihoon’s cupboards, Wonwoo could hear the rowdy game members.

“YOU CANT DO THAT! THATS CHEATING!” Seungcheol’s voice echoed throughout the home.

“dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT” Your scream countered Seungcheol’s and Wonwoo poked his head out to see the chaos his girlfriend was providing the place with.

The small table was covered in cards, not just one deck but multiple that weren’t even the same. In your hands you held 4 regular number cards and 2 Uno. In front of you, you had thrown down a +4 Uno card that would pass over to Seungcheol.

“YOU CANT DO THAT!!” Seungcheol whined.


Even though the cards and games all together made no sense to a sober person, the intoxicated Seungcheol begrudgingly grabbed 4 extra cards from the mess of a pile.

Wonwoo turned back to his cup, beginning to pour water almost to the top of the cup. He listened to your laughter as Soonyoung had apparently done something hilarious. A hand slapped Wonwoo’s back, causing him to jolt and spill some of the water.


Wonwoo glanced at the male, “What’s up. Tired of everyone trashing your house?”

Jihoon let out a low grumble, “Jun passed out in my bathtub, I’m pretty sure Jeonghan stole and hid my mirror, Seungcheol tried to kiss me twice tonight, and your girlfriend drunk texted me 20 minutes ago asking if she could eat my hair because it looked like cotton candy.”

Wonwoo let out a chuckle, “Worse has happened before.”

Jihoon scrunches his face at the past memories, “What are you doing over here, leaving your girlfriend unsupervised.”

Wonwoo held the cup of water up, “My unsupervised girlfriend needs water so she can sober up at least a little bit before we leave.”

Wonwoo walks away not before he hears Jihoon shout, “Leave now so I can be at peace.”

As he entered the living room, Wonwoo noticed the game has broken off and your figure no where. He pushed the knocked out males on the ground, asking of your location but only receiving low grunts in return.

“JEON WONWOO!” You stood at the end of the hallway, you’re legs moving quickly as you darted towards your boyfriend.

“waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL” Wonwoo panicked. The glass in his hand dropped to the carpeted floor, his hands wrapping around your waist as you flung yourself in the air. Wonwoo tumbled onto the floor with you as giggled in his ear.

“You didn’t catch me.”

Wonwoo sat up, pulling you with him, “how am I suppose to catch you when you run at me out of no where.”

“I was looking for you.” A drunken grin appeared on your face, “There’s something really important I need to do. And I need your help.”

Wonwoo tilted his head in interest, “Okay. What is it?”

“Come here.” Wonwoo leaned in closer, you waved at him, “closer.”

Wonwoo brought himself closer, your breath reaching his skin. He waited for your request, only you charged forward. Pushing your alcohol stained lips onto his, you pressed into him needier, pulling the mid of his shirt, scrunching it in your hand.

“HEY HEY HEY!!” Wonwoo pulled away from the kiss, your head falling into his neck. Jihoon stood over you two, “No doing the nasty in my home. Go do it at your own place, that’s why you guys have one in the first place.”

“Sorry.” Wonwoo sheepishly apologized, pulling you to your feet, you stumbled into Wonwoo’s chest.

Halfway home, you ended up resting on Wonwoo’s back. Arms snuggled around his neck, your consciousness coming in and out, your legs dangling from his arms.

“Woo~~” you sang in his ear.

Wonwoo hummed.

“I love Woo~~”

Wonwoo laughed, “is that suppose to be a pun or are you confessing.”

“both.” you breathed out slowly, “Woo.”

Wonwoo hummed once again.

“We should get married.”

Wonwoo’s lips moved upward, “Should we?”

He felt you nod your head, “then we can have babies and lil cats. And we can play with the cats all day.”

Wonwoo shook his head in amusement, “Sure.”

“Woo~~” you sang his name once again.


“I love Woo.”

Wonwoo smiled as he watched your face drift off on his shoulder, “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Could I possibly get headcannons on how Terushima, Kuroo, Ushijima and Iwaizumi would react to their fem s/o tying them up in bed? Or asking to be tied up, whichever your prefer. Thank you, your blog is amazing! <3

Thank you, Anon! And this seriously got my dirty mind going - especially since I personally love being held down myself *winkwink* (omg, I’m sorry, I’m tired and giving out inappropriate information about myself xD).

But I hope that enjoy, Anon!

Terushima Yuuji

  • Oh geez, this boy would certainly get instantaneously hard. Like, legit, this is probably his number one fantasy to be tied up by her and just let her have her complete way with him. So there is no way he would say anything other than ‘YES’ when she brought the idea forward.
  • And then when he actually finds himself bound to that mattress, he would be freaking DRIPPING. Even before she’s really even done anything to him - like maybe she’s just standing at the edge of the bed naked or something - he would be an absolute moaning mess!
    • Dude, I really don’t even think she would need to touch him the first time they ended up experimenting with this. She’d just have to tie him up and then talk about all the things she would do to him and he would be coming before either of them knew it.
  • And then when they switch spots he’s just as much gone. He loves the way she grips at the straps or headboard where her wrists are tied as he fucks her, just, omg, this boy wouldn’t even be able to control his voice or how hard his cock gets.

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • When the idea is presented to this boy he would totally pretend that he’s not as excited as he actually is - which is totally ruined the moment they’re in bed together and she’s trying his wrists together above his head. He just wouldn’t be able to keep the lust out of his eyes as she’s perched above him.
    • So many whispered and groaned ‘fuck’s and ‘oh shit’s would be escaping his lips as she has her way with him. Whether it be teasing him relentlessly or riding him into oblivion his toes would be curling around the sheets and his muscles would be tight as the pleasure washed through him.
    • Okay, seriously, she could easily get him to come multiple times with this, FOR SURE. Tease him until he comes the first time, give him a minute to breath and then go at it again! Be careful, he might end up pulling too hard at the headboard, lol!
  • And while he does like to tie her up in return, he would much rather hold her down himself for something like that. So when it comes to cuffs or being bound, it is one hundred percent him all of the time.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

  • This is such a sweet boy, omg, he would be on board because it was something she came forward with what she wanted to do. I mean, he would totally enjoy it when they actually do it, but it wasn’t originally something that he had considered before.
    • And for sure he would let her tie him up however she wanted, right? But when it came to her he would be worried about the hold being too tight or the fabric ending up leaving any kind of mark. She would have to encourage him to go tighter if that was something she wanted, otherwise it’ll just be the idea of being tied up being put into use, lol!
  • Oh jesus, surely his favorite thing to do when she’s riding him is to grab and hold at her hips, right? Well, suddenly that is taken away from him so the ENTIRE time he’s just letting his voice to wild as he BEGS for the opportunity to be able to touch her.
    • Similarly, when she’s all tied up herself, he takes full advantage of her lack of use of her hands. He would just take his goddamn time with loving every single part of her body. With her not pushing him along eager to get to the next stage of the act, he can do what he wants even with her begging for more.

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • Seriously, from the moment the idea is presented, he is pulling her into the bedroom. Guaranteed this boy went out and bought straps or handcuffs a long time ago and was afraid to bring it up to her in case she didn’t like it. But now that she herself wants it, there is nothing from keeping him in indulging.
  • He leaves it completely up to her on who gets tied down first; ends up being him very fast. And, god, does he enjoy every single minute of the experience. He tries very hard not to close his eyes at any given moment, hands gripping at anything within reach as she completely has her way with him. Literally ends up being one of the best nights of his entire life.
  • The next time they decide to try it out, it’s her turn to be tied down. And Iwaizumi doesn’t wait to actually bound them behind her back, push at her back gently until she’s face down against the mattress with her hips high up in the air and his own pressed tight against the back of her own. God, he loves it, with one hand gripping at her thigh and the other on her back right above her bound hands, just YES.
    • Afterwards, he’s soooooo gentle with her. Like, he unties her wrists and spends the next hour and a half just messaging all of her skin - including her shoulders and back. He enjoys the rough time together, but the last thing he wants is to hurt her. He’d lovingly ease her body back into relaxation.

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Bucky has created a chatroom.

Bucky has invited Sam.

Bucky: I need your help!

Sam: Is Y/N okay? Were you two attacked? Was it Hydra? I’ll get Steve!

Bucky: No! Y/N’s fine. We’re fine. Kind of. I’m not fine.

Sam: … Bucky Barnes. Are you nervous about your first date with Y/N?


Sam: First of all, calm down before I fly over there and steal your date.

Sam: What are you two doing?

Bucky: We’re watching a movie. Gods, Y/N looks so beautiful! Even while stuffing their face with popcorn.

Tony has joined the chat.

Tony: This is my area of expertise. Why didn’t you come to me?

Sam: Sit your metal ass down. He came to me because I’m clearly the best one for this.

Tony: Who’s deemed a playboy here? Oh right, me!

Sam: And who’s single here? Oh right, you!

Tony: Um

Sam: Wait

Sam: Shit

Sam: I am too

Bucky: Oh my god Y/N’s laughing at the movie and

Bucky: I’m sweating guys

Bucky: Who looks this cute

Bucky: WHO




Bucky: it beats for Y/N…

Sam has added Steve, Clint.


Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: My fathers beard?



Thor: Do you require a hug?


Thor: He is now a tree?

Steve: Buck? Are you feeling okay? It’s only your first date with Y/N…

Clint: Imagine what he’ll be like on the second date…

Thor: Fear not, Barnes. We shall guide you on this joyous occasion!

Bucky: Thanks, Thor. I’m unfriending the rest of you. Jerks.

Steve: Even ME?!

Steve: bucky

Steve: I didn’t do anything

Steve: BUCKY

Steve: Rethink this

Natasha has joined the chat.

Natasha: Which one of you idiots upset Steve?


Natasha: Really, Bucky!? You’re texting us while you’re with Y/N?

Sam: He needs our help.

Natasha: I can see that…

Tony: Drape an arm around Y/N.

Sam: Ask Y/N if they’d like more snacks.

Thor: If Y/N is cold, offer your cape!

Bucky: I can do that

Bucky: Sure

Bucky: Easy

Bucky: Simple

Bucky: I got this

Clint: Are you 6?

Clint: You’re not going to get “cooties” if you touch Y/N.


Clint: I know everything.

Thor: Everything?

Clint: Everything.

Tony: What kind of things?

Clint: Everything.

Steve: You got lucky on ONE guess.

Natasha: Remember the time we all went on that one mission where Clint had no idea what was going on?

Thor: Aye! He thought it was a simple rescue mission. Fool!

Steve: It’s hard to believe he survived it.

Tony: So much for knowing everything.

Clint: don’t out me like this

Bucky: So I put my arm around Y/N and Y/N leaned in and oh


Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: And you managed to get a date with Y/N how? I’ve been trying for years!

Thor: Greetings, Wade!

Sam: Thor don’t engage him.

Wade: I know something about you.

Sam: What?

Wade: You went to Cranbrook, that’s a private school.

Sam: No, I did not.

Wade: What’s the matter dawg? You embarrassed? 

Sam: No?

Wade: This guy’s an Avenger? His real name’s Clarence.

Sam has left the chat.

Wade: He’s shook.

Thor: Sam’s real name is Clarence?

Clint: Oh boy.


Tony: Just watch the movie! I don’t see how you can mess it up.

Wade: Oh you can mess it up.

Wade: You’d be surprised at the number of ways to ruin that.

Natasha: Talking from experience?

Wade: No, I’m perfect.

Thor: Of course you are, Wade!

Wade: I love you.

Thor: That is nice…

Thor has left the chat.




Steve: Kids, please. Now is not the time.

Bucky: What is wrong with you two?

Bucky: No wonder Y/N never went out with you, Wade.


Wade: Clint.

Wade: I’m going to make you some hot chocolate. Tuck you in. Sing you a lullaby. Read you a story. Gently stroke your hair. AND THEN STRANGLE YOU!


Tony: Must be stressful being a superdad to so many superkids.

Steve: You’d never know since YOU DON’T HELP


Wade: Can you buy me a new Katana? I’m going to need a new one when I’m done with Clint. 

Tony: No.

Wade: Don’t you dare fucking say it, Clint.

Clint: REJECTIOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!

Clint has been disconnected.

Wade has left the chat.

Bucky: Is he dead? He’s dead.

Y/N has joined the chat.

Bucky has been disconnected.


Tony has left the chat.

Y/N: Hi! So which one of you is responsible for getting Bucky and I kicked out from the movie?

Natasha: Wait, what?

Y/N: He was on his phone the whole time! It was distracting the people next to us.

Steve: Why did he get disconnected? Is he…?

Y/N: He didn’t want us to get kicked out. He got upset and crushed his phone.

Steve: Are they… you know… dead?

Y/N: No, Steve. Bucky did not murder anyone over this.

Natasha: Did you at least have a good time?




Steve: Probably not as excited as Bucky.

Y/N: Wanna join us for some ice cream?

Natasha: Yeah!

Steve: See you in 10 minutes! 

Y/N: I didn’t tell you where we are though…

Natasha: Steve’s overprotective of you and Bucky. I’m one of the best spy’s in the world.

Steve: Nat.

Natasha: …. and also very overprotective of you.

Y/N: … Please don’t follow Bucky and I on our honeymoon if we get married.

Natasha: No promises!

Y/N has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Directions || Jughead Jones

Request from anon: Hey! I hope you’re having a good day! I was wondering if I could request a male reader x jughead where the reader is new to the school and gets lost so jughead offers to help him? Thank you!


Room 402. Room 402. Where was room 402? 406, 404, 400. Wait, what?!

You looked between rooms 400 and 404, letting out a scoff of disbelief when you realized room 402 was nowhere to be found.

What the hell?

The bell rang and the crowd of people in the hallway dispersed, leaving you alone.

You sighed.

Great. How were you supposed to get to class now?

“Need help?” a voice asked from behind you, making you jump and turn around.

A beanie-clad boy with bright blue eyes chuckled at your reaction and made his way over to you.

“Uh, yeah,” you said and cleared your throat. “That’d be great. Thanks.”

The teen took your schedule and looked at it.

“Ah yes, the dreaded room 402,” he chuckled. “When they built this godforsaken school, they messed up the numbers and put room 402 in the east wing instead. So just take a left here, go straight, and then the third right you see, take it and the classroom should be on your left.”

You looked at him wide-eyed.

The raven-haired teen laughed.

“How about this? I show you where it is.”

You nodded.

“That would be helpful.”

The teen laughed again.

“Alright,” he said as the two of you began to walk. “By the way, I didn’t ask you what your name was.”

“Oh, I’m Y/N.” you said as you held your hand out.

The beanie-clad boy took it and smiled as the two of you shook hands.

“I’m Jughead.”

The two of you were silent for a minute, unsure of what to say.

“So what brings you to the fine town of Riverdale?” Jughead asked.

“Well… Um…” you began. “My parents divorced. My dad got remarried and my mom wanted to move back to her childhood town. So here I am.”

“I’m sorry about your parents.” Jughead said.

You shrugged.

“It’s okay,” you said. “It was a long time coming.”

Jughead nodded and the two of you were silent again.

“My parents separated a while back. My mom took my sister and moved in with my grandparents. My dad and I stayed here.” Jughead revealed.

“Ah, I see.” you said. “Good to know that there’s someone here who knows what it feels like. Divorce, separation. That kind of thing.”

Jughead nodded again.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“I’m from Toledo.”

The Jones boy perked up at the name of the city.

“Toledo, huh?” he asked. “My mom and sister live there.”

“Oh really? Cool.”

Jughead smiled at you before he stopped, looking at the door behind you.

“This is it. Room 402.” he said.

You looked at the number on the door before turning back to Jughead.

“Well, um, thanks for walking me.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Anytime,” he said. “Want me to meet you here after the period’s over? I could walk you to your next class. You know… just so you can get your bearings of the school.”

You smiled, feeling a fluttering in your stomach.

“I’d like that.”


A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!


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Trickster Times Two

Originally posted by bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Part 3 of “The French Mispeight” [part 1] [part 2]

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1300+

Beta-reader: @blessedbebucky

[General masterlist]

A/N: So this is my first and probably last time writing for actors, so I hope it’s okay. And don’t worry, there’ll be one or two more parts!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Oh. My. God.” The actor who played God managed to stutter out. “RICH?!”

Richard looked between Gabriel and Rob. “Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t do this!”

“We’re in so much trouble…” You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

“Fellas-” Gabriel tried to add in.

“How else do you explain the doppelganger?!” Rob cried.

“Fellas!” Gabriel repeated, louder this time.

“You think I’m not freaking out?” Asked Speight, who was very clearly freaking out. “Because I’m freaking out!”

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anonymous asked:

(Hello I absolutely LOVED your non-au headcanon!!) Could you make one where jikook are not a couple (yet) but Jungkook is super jealous of exo’s Chanyeol being all over Jimin at ISAC and Seoul music awards 2017?

yes yes bb! thank you so much for reading my stuff and sending in a request!! (also my chronology is probably messed up, i can’t remember if isac came first or the music awards lmao. i’m going with music awards….i feel like that was first….

+ “who are you texting?” jungkook asked jimin. they were in their dorm on the couch watching some show but jimin kept smiling at his phone. it was making jungkook very curious. 

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To Date #1

This HC/series is a MASSIVE SHOUT OUT to everyone here who has helped me reach over 100 followers! I never thought I would get 1 follower let alone 100- so thank you so much. I apologise for the lateness of my thank you but I’m afraid my cheating mini series took much longer than I anticipated!

This is dedicated to the beautiful @zahnbuerste who was one of the very first people to ever converse with me over Tumblr and is just the dearest person- truly nice to the core. Thanks for all your kind words and inspiration and I hope you enjoy these

The RFA & CO try to plan the very best date for MC… and of course… because they’re RFA & CO…. everything goes to hell.

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I’m Fine With It.

Prompt: where Ryan x reader hook up after reader saves Ryan and then reader gets more connected with Ryan and the crew and takes the fall for Ryan when she gets kidnapped by a rival gang and she says she’s responsible for whatever went down as a cover for Ryan who actually committed the crime. Ryan and reader and crew are all immortal but reader doesn’t know she is. The crew know they are but are under the impression that reader is a regular mortal.

Author’s note: Had a spur of inspiration, though I have no idea where this came from. 

Pairing: FAHC Ryan x female reader

Warnings: unwanted advances, kidnapping, sex, swears, some smut, worried/sappy Ryan… 


“Look out!” You shouted as you barreled into a guy holding a knife to another. The man you’d tackled fell to the ground and grunted out a pained sound as you twisted the knife out of his hand, bending his fist in an awkward angle in the process. The other man whirrled around, “What the-?” He spoke out, but then he caught your eye. You stared at him until the guy underneath you wiggled free and took his knife back from it laying on the ground. Before you could move the guy you’d saved had the other guy by the shirt collar and pinned to the wall. “Get lost.” He said and your breath was taken away by his cool sounding demeanor.

Once free from the guy’s hold, he ran away down the street, forgetting about his knife entirely. The guy then turned to you and helped you up. “Why’d you do that?” He asked you sincerely and you just gaped at him until he gave a small smile and your body registered you didn’t have a good answer, “Um, I’m a fan?” You said though it came out more as a question. A fan huh?” The guy said and you smiled back, “Yeah, let’s go with that. Want to get a drink?” You said, some of your senses coming back to you. “As long as they have Diet Coke, I’m in.” He said.

If getting a drink meant going to a bar and then proceeding to make out in the girls bathroom with you propped up on the counter with the Vagabond between your legs and lips feverishly on yours, you were fine with it. That was until he said, “Want to go somewhere else?” He asked and you breathlessly answered him with a slight moan of a, “Yes.” Then he whisked you away, over his shoulder to place you in his car and take you to a hotel on the outskirts of the city. He was at least classy enough to make sure it wasn’t a total shit-hole and then proceeded to pound you into the mattress until the early hours of the morning.

When you woke up you were slightly surprised to see him still there. You’d opened your eyes to find him already looking at you. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” He asked and your brow furrowed. “What’s that specifically?” You asked back and he reached up to run his fingers through your hair, “About you being a fan.” He said and you reached up for his wrist, stilling his hand in your hair and you looked down, only to look back up at him. There was a growing smile on your face when you said, “Would it be too cheesy to say yes?” You asked and he laughed. “That’s got to be some messed up shit, you being a fan of me. Don’t you know who I am?” “Yes.” You said and his smile faltered. “You’re not a cop or reporter are you?” “No, just me.” You said and brought his hand down to your lips and kissed the back of it. “Well just me, I think I’m a fan of yours.” The Vagabond said and you felt your heart flutter.

After your night with Ryan as he’d told you to call him, he’d given you his phone number and said he’d call you. If calling you was asking you to meet him near the coffee shop so he could fuck you behind the shop until you saw stars was what he meant, you were fine with it. You’d been meeting up with him for around two weeks now and something must have been up because you both were completely insatiable it seemed. And that was how you were now, currently riding him on his bed in his apartment which you’d come to appreciate was separate from the rest of Ramsey’s penthouse because of how loud you both were being.

He thrusted up into you as you rolled your hips and he gripped them tightly, sure to leave small bruises as he whispered dirty talk into your ear. “When you cum baby, I want you to only cum for me.” He said and you felt yourself unraveling around him. His name falling from your lips like liquid gold and he followed you to the flow of euphoria.

You were on your way to see him again when you were blinded by something covering your face. You thrashed and tried to yell out but your voice failed you and you were effectively knocked out. When you woke up, your head was throbbing like you’d gotten hit with something. You looked around your room to see where you were but you realized it was still dark. You tried to move your hands but found that they were bound. You heard voices and then the cloth was taken off and you had to squint your eyes closed at the blinding light that followed. “Well, what do we have here? Vagabond’s little fuck-toy.” A man’s voice said and you glared up at him as best you could. “What do you want?” You asked and the man looked at you. He leaned down, uncomfortably close to you, and said in a low voice, “Leverage.” Before he backed up and your face was once again covered.

You were able to see only when they needed you and this time it was to call Ryan. When Ryan picked up he sounded worried, “(Y/N)? Where are you? Why haven’t you been answering? I was just about to-“ The man who had you, cut him off with a, “Your little toy has been little a indisposed, see she’s tied up and I have her.” The line went silent until Ryan’s voice got low and cold. “Sulkin.” He said and the guy had an amused smile on his face, though Ryan couldn’t see. “How’d you guess?” He said and Ryan spat out, “Not many people use kidnapping to get what they want anymore. What do you want?” “Oh I think you know.” Sulkin said and looked at you, “You see, not too long ago a buddy of mine got killed and I’m pretty sure you did it. So I took your girl to make an exchange.” You figured it out before he was even done talking. “No.” You said and Sulkin stopped, “What’d you say?” “He didn’t kill him.” You said and Ryan yelled a frantic, “No!” On the other end of the line as you said, “I did.”

The call was disconnected by Sulkin who turned towards you, a crazed grin on his face as he tilted his head to the side and said, “Really?” Though it didn’t seem like he was questioning it. “And all along I thought the Vagabond was the real killer. Looks like he found himself a bitch with balls enough like himself to take another life.” He leaned in, closer than before and swiped his tongue across your jaw, “Too bad you won’t live long enough for me to really get to know you. Besides, you already confessed to killing my buddy. And I really preferred him alive.” He said before he smacked you across the cheek and sent your chair to the ground, hands underneath you, shooting in pain from the force and your body weight now on them. “I’m just a little sad the infamous Vagabond won’t be here to see your blood hit the floor.” Then he shot you in the head.

When you woke up you were in the water. You looked around and once again, your head hurt. You looked down to get your bearings and almost threw up. You were covered in blood and when you reached to feel your forehead you felt a dent in your skin. You picked off a solid lump of metal and held it in your hand while treading water, which was not easy to do. When you realized you’d been shot in the head and were somehow still here you asked yourself if you were actually dead and in somewhere else like limbo. Though when you sunk under the water because listen, it’s really not easy to stay afloat after just waking up from being shot and possibly dying… It’s just not easy okay.. you could feel the burn of water up your nose you knew you had to be alive still. Either that or you were having a really messed up, lucid dream. Whatever the case there was only one thing on your mind, get to Ryan.

When you made it to shore, obviously your entire body was soaked which meant your phone was also. You stumbled your way to a payphone and put in some loose change and dialed Ryan’s number. “Hello?” His voice sounded almost broken. “Ryan.” You breathed out a sigh of relief and started talking, “I’m so glad you picked up, I know you don’t like answering to numbers you don’t know but!-“ You were interrupted by Ryan’s voice, sounding almost in hysterics as he started shouting, “Oh my goodness! (Y/N)? How are you alive? Are you alright? Where are you?” He asked, sounding close to tears. “I’m not sure, but I’m at a payphone by the pier.” You said and he stopped you by saying, “Don’t go anywhere I’ll be right there.” So you hung up and waited for Ryan and them grimaced when you noticed people staring at you. You looked down to see your shirt stained red and an obvious bruise on your cheek from where you’d gotten slapped, having seen it in the chrome finish from the payphone cover. You looked like an absolute mess. But you cared more about seeing Ryan, even if you knew he’d freak out when he saw you. You were right, but that didn’t stop you from shutting him up with a kiss which he happily melted into.

Once you got to the penthouse which was only because it was closer to the pier then Ryan’s apartment, you met Jack again for the third time, seeing as you met the crew already but they’d been busy when Ryan first brought you over so there wasn’t much time for chitchat. Jack immediately tended to cleaning you up and brought you some of her clothes to wear which you slipped into gratefully. After the blood was cleaned up and you stared to explain, Geoff piped up with, “Why’d you say you killed him? You know as well as any of us it was Ryan who did that.” Ryan looked a little sheepish but you stood up from the counter where Jack had been icing your cheek. “I would have done it for any of you.” You said and Ryan crossed the room to grab you by your shoulders. “But you could have died if not for being..” Ryan trailed off and your eyes widened as did Geoff’s. “How come you never told us you were an immortal?” “Because.. I didn’t know myself.” You said, “I mean it’s not like I get shot at everyday like some people I know.” You said and gave Geoff a pointed look, who looked down and muttered, “Not everyday.” But you were looking back up at Ryan.

“What?” You asked and his hands slipped down to yours. “I’m just glad you’re okay and that you’re an immortal that way you didn’t actually die and I can spend the rest of my life with you.” His admission of feelings made both of your faces go pink. “You really want that?” You asked and Ryan gave you a timid smile, “What can I say? I’m a fan.” Your face passed with recognition of the first excuse you’d given him for your saving him and you punched his arm lightly. “That’s my line mister.” Before kissing his next words away.

If using, “I’m a fan.” As an excuse when it was actually the truth meant getting to live the rest of your life with Ryan and everything he so graciously offered behind closed doors, you were definitely fine with it.

When (Gaston x Reader)

Originally posted by lord-evans

Word Count: 1,943
Warnings: None
A/N: Ugh life is busy sometimes guys. Sorry for the hiatus, but ya girl is back now, so there’s a whoop. This was actually the first one-shot I ever wrote for Gaston, and I just found it again today and realized that this shiz ain’t half bad. SO HERE YA GO. Agains, apologies for being inactive. Missed ya’ll ❤️

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