you can use yeah man too

Our party—a bard, a fighter, and a ranger—were on a one-off side quest to deliver a letter to somebody. He wasn’t at his house (learned after breaking in, to the DM’s dismay), so we found out the general area he was in and went there, confusion in our wake and a spring in our steps. I, the bard, had decided that I would funnel every ounce of skill I possessed into charisma, and at level 5 had a +6 modifier. I had been using that power at every opportunity that arose. We wander through the foothills full of caves, looking for this guy, when our fighter rolls a nat 20 perception trying to look for any signs of life.

DM: You—okay, so. Yeah. With that, you actually notice about fifty feet away that a particular cluster of bushes is rustling just slightly, but not with the breeze.

Fighter: Oh. Cool. “Hey guys, I think there are some folks in those bushes over there.”

Me: “Cool beans! HELLOOOOOOO, MY DUDES!”

DM: There’s a few seconds of silence before four guys come slowly forward from the bushes. They look pretty rough and tough, and uh—

Ranger: Can I roll perception? Uh… that’s a 15.

DM: You deduce that they’re probably bandits or something. They’re walking forward and one of the guys says, “Who are you little pests, and what’re ya doing in these here foothills of ours?”

Me: “We’re just hanging out, traveling, and actually it seems like a good time to break for breakfast if you lovely gents would like to join us! I can brew us up some chamomile, I have like a thousand mushrooms I got earlier—”

Fighter: “I got that chicken, too, and jerky.”

Me: “Oh hell yeah, we’re gonna chow down if y'all want in on that action.”

DM: That’s, uh… that’s persuasion, advantage because you’re offering them food and seem too dumb to be dangerous.

Me: Thanks man. Uh… 14 total.

DM: *head in his hands* I just—okay, they join you for breakfast I guess. And yet again you avoid a fight I planned for you. One of the dudes breaks out some eggs from somewhere.

Ranger: What’re their names?

DM: Uh, uh, they—it’s got. There’s Bablo, Sanchez, Kent, and uh. Eskabar.

Me: Cool. I roll to flirt with them.

DM: ………<i>all of them???</i> I mean… sure?? I guess??

Me: Hells yeah. Rolling.

Proceeds to roll: 16, 19, and <i>two natural 20s</i>.

DM: *head on the table* Like. You—you make your fellow party members super uncomfortable. You are piled under boys, it’s kinda gross but super chill for you. Kent wasn’t super into the whole group thing before, but now he would straight up die for you. He’s learning a lot about himself today.

Me: I’m gonna write those names down for later. Can I put “a boys harem” in my items list?

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

Dad Shawn

  • Sleepy Shawn rolling out of bed to get the baby at 4am
    He’s shirtless, and his hairs a mess, but the baby isn’t crying anymore
  • The way he’d look at your newborn like she’s made of gold
  • He’d always be willing to change the diapers
    Because thats the one thing he actually can do
    Since you’re almost always on feeding duty
  • “She rolled over, SHE ROLLED OVER! Babe, did you see that?”
    “Do it again sweetie, I want to record it, can you do it again?”
  • Shawn smiling proudly anytime someone calls your baby cute
    Almost like he’s thinking, yeah, I made that
  • “She said ‘Dada!’”
    “Shawn, she didn’t say anything.”
    “But she wants to, I know she does.”
  • He’d sing your kids to sleep
    And it was always the fastest way of getting them down
    When he was traveling for work, you’d put him on speakerphone
    So he could sing to the kids at night from wherever he was 
  • He would throw your children in the air and catch them
    Almost giving you a heart attack every time
    But they’d be laughing so hard
  • Saturday mornings were for cartoons
    And you don’t know who looked forward to it more
    Shawn or the kids
  • Every time Shawn returned home from a work trip
    He always brought toys, always
    Despite you telling him that they already had too many
  • Shawn taking your daughter out on “dates” when she’s like 7
    So that she would know how she deserved to be treated by a man
  • “So uh, babe, you know how you told us not to get a puppy?”
    “Well, the shelter had so many cute ones.”
    “So we didn’t get a puppy, we got two. One for each kid.”
  • Anytime your kids were brought up in an interview
    Shawn always had a new story to tell about them
  • “She can sleep in our bed, just for tonight, please babe?”
  • Shawn helping your kids with homework
    “Um, I think we should ask your mom about that one.”
  • He’d always be in the backyard with your kids
    Showing them the best way to catch insects 
  • Your kids always like it better when Shawn pushes the cart or stroller
    “Vroom!” Crash! “Oops”
  • He’d build forts with your kids in the living room
    And you’d come home to see Shawn’s legs sticking out the back
    Because he’s too big to fit inside
    But he’s in there anyway
  • Shawn coaching your kid’s hockey team
  • And taking off of work early to watch them in the school play
  • He’d make sure your little men knew how to treat girls
    “Buddy, you gotta hold the door open.”
  • He’d write so many songs about your kids
    Most of them would never get released
    But you’d play it for them when they got older
  • “I’ll buy you ice cream if you stop screaming.”
    “Shawn, that is not how you’re supposed to parent.”
    “But it worked.”
  • Shawn would always be telling your kids he loves them
    In the most random moments too
    Your son runs inside while playing hide and seek with his brother
    And Shawn’s like “Hey son, I love you.”
    “I know dad. Help me hide.”
  • You never thought you’d see Shawn as passionate about anything
    The way he was passionate about music
    But then he became a dad.
Party Dress

Request: Jeff and the reader are together. They go to a friend’s party where Jeff ends up getting jealous seeing another guy flirting with her. So when they get home, he gets really dominant with her in bed and she is really submissive to him.

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Mine - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Title: Mine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you do a Damon fic where the reader gets super pissed/jealois of him and makes a show of how he’s here? ((you said Tvd I assumed Vampire Diaries sorry if that’s not what you meant))

Originally posted by feedyourvanity

“Make it double please, I like my drinks strong.” Damon flashed the bartender one of his usual smiles but not one that he meant completely you knew it all too well.

“Something tells me it’s not the only thing you go hard on, huh?” the woman’s smirk was impossible to miss just as was the way she was leaning over the bar, giving him a full view of her cleavage instead of preparing what Damon asked from her.

“What can I say, guilty.” he shrugged, giving her a cheeky grin “But I’ve got my girl so, sorry but I’ll take only that drink for now.” he simply turned her down but she wasn’t having any of it. Obviously.

“Aw shame” she pouted her incredibly red lips “Because you know, I really would be in the mood to have it rough tonight.”

By this point Damon himself was starting to lose his patience, and you could clearly tell so even if you were a good few feet away “Look, you maybe be the kind of girl I’d go after but that was before I got my girl, and let me tell you she is a really special one. Now, the drink if you’d have no problem?” he raised an eyebrow but she didn’t move an inch.

“Oh I would have no problem if you’d give me something else too, you know.” she rested her chin on her palm and Damon gave her a strained chuckle.

“I told you. Not available.” he shook his head.

“And I heard that, I just thought that maybe you and me- after I’m done with work- I can get something else done too?” she bit her lips at him suggestively and you had such a hard time keeping a groan in.

“Really?” he asked back “And what could that be?” he was playing too but you had seen this too many times and each and every time it ended with the girl walking away. Alone.

“Oh I could always show you pretty quick.” she grinned, finally feeling successful.

“Hm let me think about it.” he paused for a moment “How about… no.” yes he was getting very annoyed, you knew that look all too well.

“Honestly?” she pouted, obviously not realizing what she could get into if she kept hitting on him “Because- I mean-” she grinned at him “-She doesn’t have to know.” she leaned even closer to him but Damon didn’t bat an eyelash. Maybe the old Damon would have been affected but not this Damon, under all the cockiness and smartass remarks you knew what a real sweetheart he was. Sure he didn’t like you saying it out loud because well he had a reputation but it was the truth. He cared about you and really loved you, there was no way he’d just leave you for another girl. You had been able to crack through that hard facade of his in the first place. You had been able to help him get his humanity back, numerous times at that, so no he wasn’t just going to cheat on you.

But that, despite how deep you knew his feelings to be of you, didn’t stop you from feeling jealous. Maybe you were a little irrational at times but truth was you knew how handsome Damon was and you knew he would draw all the ladies’ attention. Sometimes you really wished they would know what he really was. You would certainly laugh at seeing them run away frightened when you actually would always stick with him.

But once again, nothing stopped you from being jealous.

“Too bad she already knows then huh?” you asked, finally walking towards them and Damon finally noticed you, a smirkforming on his lips instantly.

“Oh you-” she started speaking but you cut her off before she could say more.

“Yeah me.” you grinned cheekily “And sorry to break it to you sweetheart but as you can see-” you gave her an annoyed look “There is no way you’d ever be able to take this hot stuff home when he has someone like me.”

“(Y/n)-” he started speaking but you hushed him by placing a finger over his lips.

“Now why don’t you make yourself useful and go brink that drink oh and your way there find a dictionary to learn the word ‘decency’ because you certainly have no idea what it means, yeah?”

“I- I-” she blinked stuttering.

“Yes, yes you. And bring me the same too, alright? No need to lose your job over a man who’d never come with you even if you were the last woman on Earth ok?” you didn’t leave any room for her to reply and even if she looked angry and was about to snap at you you knew she couldn’t because as of the moment you were the only one right.

And of course you didn’t even wait for a reply from her. Instead you turned to Damon who seemed ready to speak but couldn’t say a word. Of course he didn’t have to apologize to you but at the moment you were slightly angry with him. You swang one leg over his and you sat on his lap, each of your legs on his sides; wrapping around his waist. You grabbed the hem of his jacket and giving him a small smirk you crashed your lips to his. He jumped at first but, as you expected, he didn’t miss a beat to respond to the kiss.

You heard her say something and walk away but you didn’t pay much attention to her. You kissed Damon somewhat sloppily, your tongue tangled with his in a hot mess as his hands found your thighs. He gave them a squeeze and groaned loudly when you pressed yourself harder on him. Your hands rested on his neck and you pressed him to yourself. You breathed heavily as he did, your teeth grazing over his lips every so often and you heard him let out a small growl. His hand moved to your ass where he squeezed but before he could do anything else, and oh boy he did want to, you pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

He let a small wine but you smirked at him, pleased with how red his lips looked from all the rough kissing “That- is for everybody that needs to know who you belong to.”

“Something tells me you’re a little jealous huh?” he grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

You scoffed “Like hell Salvatore! I am just marking my territory.” you shrugged and leaned down, burying your face at the crook of his neck where you kissed and licked before you finally sucked at the soft spot. You knew there would be a hickey that would soon would disappear but you were content for it to be there even for a little while.

“Mhm” he groaned “Marking your territory? I like the sound of that.” he ran his hands up your back “Why not mark it a little more, you know just to make sure everybody can see it.” he smirked and you pulled slightly away, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m going to get you back for this you know it right.” you let a small growl and he grinned even more.

“Oh I look forward to it.” he breathed out and you rolled your eyes.

You hoped off him and grabbed his hand “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Oh I so love you not getting jealous!”

Mission Accomplished

Request:  protective bucky where his lady has to work w/ an ex for a mission and he. is. not. having. It.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Originally posted by coporolight

“Bucky, baby please. It’s just a mission. You KNOW nothing is going to happen, you know I’m completely dedicated to you.” Running my hand up and down his only flesh arm. He looks down at me, unease is present in his eyes.

“It’s not YOU, doll. I trust you. It’s him, I know he’s going to try something with you.”

The topic of this miniscule argument being, I have been chosen to go on a mission. Not with Bucky, no. But with my ex, and he is just not having it.

“Bucky, even if he did try something you don’t have anything to worry about, you know I am completely dedicated to you and ONLY you.” He rolls his eyes, putting his head in his hands.

“The fact that he would even TRY to hit on you, KNOWING you’re with me is insulting to me as a man.” I sigh.

“Bucky, I understand babe, really I do. But there’s nothing I can do about it, you know I don’t get to pick who my partner is.” Bucky stands up, growling and leaving the room.

I debate going after him, but I know there’s no point, I won’t get anywhere. He just needs some time. I just hope he’ll get over it and kiss me goodbye before I have to leave.


Standing by the quinjet, about ready to leave and I still haven’t seen Bucky. Getting frustrated, I step on the jet, not looking forward to Eric giving me shit about Bucky not showing up.

“Aw, what? Tin man didn’t show up?” I’m about to turn around and slap him, but I don’t get to.

“Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” I turn to look at Bucky. He’s grinning, he’s also dressed in his uniform. I run up to him and embrace him.

“Bucky!” He wraps me in his arms, lifting me up and kissing my head.

“W-what are you dressed in your uniform for?” I run my eyes up and down his incredibly sculpted body.

“Why, I’m going with you of course.” My eyes had to have looked like they were gonna bulge out of my eyes.

“Wait, really?” He smiles, nodding. “Oh thank God..” I whisper so only he can hear me. Bucky chuckles. Eric is sitting in the back of the jet, just watching us.

“Wait, so you’re coming too?” Bucky’s soft eyes harden when he looks towards him.

“Yeah, you got’a problem with that?”

“No, I think that’s a good thing, keep her from trying to jump my bones, ya know?”

This guy’s a fucking idiot. Bucky ‘murder strut’s’ towards him, and Eric backs up against the wall.

“Hey man, I was just kidding.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“It’s a good thing I’m going with you. You wouldn’t stand a chance with this pussy around.” I can’t help but laugh. Ah man, this is going to be one hilarious trip, for sure.

A/N: This is just a little drabble, I thought it would be cute!

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That’s Your Cue

Jughead x Reader

Request: The reader and Jughead have been going out for a while, and the reader wants him to meet her family at some sort of family gathering that’s happening, and first he was really excited but then the reader and Jughead get into a argument. He still tags along, and the reader tells a family member about their fight, and then the family member calls him out at the dinner table and he gets embarrassed and feels like he’s not good enough for her.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,970

A/N: I wish I could introduce him to my family. I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish I could have Jughead. I wish Jughead could have happiness.

“So… my grandma is coming in from out of town.” I say to my boyfriend of almost a year, walking hand in hand to Pop’s: our hangout place every Friday night after school. It’s my subtle way of hinting that I finally want him to come and meet my family.

He looks at me for a moment before pursing his lips. He doesn’t answer right away, and I’m worried he’s going to say no again. I’ve invited him over a few times before, and each time something has come up. He’s either been too busy working the case or he’s working on late homework. I’ve let it slide, as I know that he’s not really much of a people person, but I’m almost positive that my family will love him, so I don’t know what he’s so afraid of.

“Really?” he finally answers, the glow of the fluorescent bulbs lighting up both of our faces.

“Yes really,” I lightly shove him in the shoulders, making him chuckle as a smile spreads across my face, “and I was wondering… “

“Yeah?” he asks, and I can tell that he’s definitely trying to play dumb, avoiding the inevitable.

“… if you would finally come meet my family? Not just my grandma, but my parents too.” I tell him, hope filling my voice. We enter Pop’s with a little ring from the door and a greeting from the man himself.

We make our way to our usual booth, and Pop already has a milkshake out to us before we have time to sit down, a part of our usual.

Jughead takes a long sip, looking from me back down to the straw back to me.

I clear my throat, trying to non-verbally cue him that I’m still waiting for an answer. He looks at me with wide, questioning eyes, as if he doesn’t know what I want from him.

I purse my lips and narrow my eyes at him, giving him a small smirk as i take the milkshake from him, sipping until it becomes slightly uncomfortable.

“Fine, okay, I’ll meet them.” he says, holding his hands up in surrender.

I pull my head up from the straw in the milkshake and give a triumphant smile, pulling my shoulders back and sitting a little taller.

His features look stressed, like he’s worried or nervous about the decision he just made. I can tell that he’s doing this just mainly for me.

“Hey,” I say sincerely, reaching my hand across the table, “thank you.”

He nods, looking down at our hands. He encases mine and brings it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss on top. His smile when he pulls away tells me that he will be okay.

A week later, the day my grandma arrives. He’s nervous, and I can tell. I don’t see him at all at school, which is very unusual. I go home to start to get myself ready, the dinner is less than a few hours away.

I turn on some light music as I pick out an outfit. It’s not too much, just a simple sundress and light tights and flats, since we’re not leaving the house. I’m putting on some simple stud earrings when I hear a light tapping on my window.

Only one thing ever makes that sound at my window, so I don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“It’s open, babe.” I say loud enough so Jughead can hear through the glass.

A wait a moment to make sure he heard me, and I know he did because I hear the window sliding up and him making his way through the opening.

I turn around a moment later and nearly have to do a double take.

Jughead still adorns his signature beanie, but somehow pulls it off while also wearing a suit with a light blue tie. He looks at me and shrugs, a small smile coming over his face.

“Wow.” I say, walking over to him and putting my hands on his arms, his hands tucked inside his pockets.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one who’s stunned by you?” he asks, joking around with me. His hands come out from his pockets and go to my waist, pulling me in close.
“Screw gender norms.” I say quietly, “you clean up well, Jughead Jones.”

“I hope so.” he says back before placing a small peck on my lips. I break away to put on my other earring and a necklace.

“You look great.” I say again, looking at him in the mirror. He’s staring back as if he’s never gotten a compliment before, and I can read all over his face that he’s not sure how tonight will go, and that he’s terrified my family won’t like him. He raises his eyebrows at me, knowing that I’m analyzing him, “Don’t give me that look, my family will love you.”

“Will they?” He asks, putting his hands back in his pockets, resuming a comfortable position.

“Jughead, of course they will.” I tell him, turning around to face him. Sometimes he can be so stubborn, it takes forever to get something through his head.

“But you’re so… so…” he says, struggling to find the words.

“So what?” I ask, a small laugh escaping, this is the first guy I’ve ever brought home to my parents, so I’m just as nervous about how everything will go. I have no doubts my parents will love him, and I have no doubt that he will also be great, but I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of this evening, “Do you even want to do this?” I look down at my feet, unable to meet his gaze.

“What?” he asks, taking a step closer to me.

“Do you want to meet my family?” I ask again. I want to make sure that he’s okay with it, but I can sense hesitation in his answer. He’s not confident about it at all.

“Of course, (Y/N), I just-”
“Jug, my family and I are a package deal, and them not meeting you sooner was your doing.” I cut him off,  “I know you’re nervous, but if you don’t want to do this, then turn around and head back out that window, but if you want this, if you want me, then I’ll see you downstairs.” with that, I turn around and head down the stairs, leaving the door open behind me.

I go into the dining room to see that my grandma has arrived, and I immediately go to give her a hug.

“Where’s the boy I’m supposed to be meeting?” she asks, sitting down at her place on the table.

I stand there for a moment, not exactly sure what to say. I hear footsteps come down the stairs, though and turn around to see Jug standing there.

“I’m right here.” he says with a pleasant smile, going over to shake hands with her.

So far, so good.

My parent come out and meet him as well. They’ve technically met him before, but it’s just been in passing up and down my room when he uses the front door, and whenever we walk together and he picks me up.

We all take our seats and I know just from watching my grandma that she can tell something’s up. I try to shake it off as the dinner is spread before us. My mom sits down and sighs, looking everything over.

“Dig in.” she says with a smile and a gesture. I wait for the barrage of questions Jughead is probably expecting, but it doesn’t come.

The oven beeps and my mom looks up, “The rolls, I almost forgot!” she says, about to get up before my grandma stops her.

“I’ll do it” she says, slowly standing from her chair, not taking no for an answer. She looks over to me and motions towards the kitchen, “why don’t you help me, (Y/N)?”

You take that as your cue to follow, going into the kitchen with her and helping her get the rolls out of the oven and place them in a small bowl.

“Spill.” she says softly.

“What?” I ask, trying to feign innocence.

“Something’s not right between you two, what is it?” she puts her hands on her hips.

“We just had a small little fight upstairs, grandma, it’s nothing really.” I try to play it off like nothing, but once it leaves my lips I know I’ve made a mistake. She’s not going to let it go.

“A fight?” she asks, raising her eyebrows, “huh.”

“He was just nervous about tonight.” I reason.
Without another word, she marches back out to the table, leaving me to carry the rolls out. I place them on the table and take my seat next to Jughead once more.

A few minutes pass in silence, everyone enjoying their food.

“So,” my grandma starts, “What is this I hear about not wanting to meet me?”

I put my head in my hands, wanting to disappear. This is not what I thought the first question of the night would be. I thought it would be something like, ‘what are your interests?’ ‘how are you?’ but nope, grandma has to start with the elephant in the room.

“Uhm- I-” He stammers, looking at me for suggestions, but I’m at just a loss as he is.

“Don’t stress yourself out about it, boy.” grandma says with a small laugh, “I was just wondering why you’re so nervous. I’m not really something that’s that scary.”

Jughead relaxes, but only a little bit, at my grandma’s half-joke.

I peak out of my fingers to see him take a deep breath, looking down and then looking at my grandma right in the eye.

“I love (Y/N).” he states, as if it’s fact, “and I know that she loves her family. I don’t want to mess anything up, seeing as I’m not the most socially-active person. Sometimes, with how amazing she is, being involved in nearly everything and still have time to spend with me and treat me with so much love and compassion, I wonder what I did to deserve her. Because I don’t. Deserve her, that is.”

I look up at him, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a boyfriend as amazing as him. I take his hand in mine under the table, and then he finally looks over at me. Our eyes lock and everything else melts away.

“Well,” my grandma interrupts our moment, making both of us look at her, “from that look I just saw her give you, I know that she thinks she doesn’t deserve you.”

He looks at me for confirmation and I give him a small nod. He squeezes my hand under the table, and I know all of our issues involving this night have been resolved.  

“And-” I say, pulling his full attention, “that I love you too.”

His grip tightens, and I can nearly feel his heartbeat quicken at the words.

Both of my parents look at each other and mumble about needing to be in the kitchen. The get up and rush out of their chairs, leaving my grandma slowly getting up as well. She winks at me as she goes down the hallway to the bathroom.

He looks back at me from the commotion that just took place and I let out a small laugh.

“That’s your cue to kiss me, Jughead.”

A real, genuine smile overtakes his face as his hand cups my cheek, pulling me in closer and placing a kiss on my lips. It’s soft and gentle, but it definitely holds a promise of more once we’re actually alone.

Looking back at the night’s events, it couldn’t have gone better.

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Finn Balor x Reader

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tagging: @ambrosegirlforever

Prompt: After his appearance at the houseshow in Buffalo, Finn has his way to celebrate with his girlfriend

Originally posted by mistressbalor

The crowd in Buffalo went crazy when Finns theme hit. All the fans waited so long for him to return and after almost a year Finn eventually got cleared. He already appeared at the United Kingdom Championship Tournament and at a house show but it was a whole different story to see him in the ring again.

Sami ran up to Finn hugging him eagerly. They teamed up with Jericho against Joe, Triple H and Kevin. What I could see backstage was mesmerising. It felt so good to see him back in action, doing what he loves, a wide grin plastered over his face.

“Finn!” “Great to see you!” “Your back again!” is all I could hear when the boys made their way back. Bayley was quick to hug him tightly, Cesaro and Sheamus right after. Excitedly they blabbed over each other. It was a joy to be a silent observer. It seemed like almost the whole roster was there to welcome him back. I couldn’t help but smile. It warmed my heart to see him all flustered and happy.

“Y/N! Great to see you too!” Bayley squealed when she discovered me. I got hugged too and got pushed into the crowd. I stood right next to Finn who nuzzled into my hair, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

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For my latinos that don’t know about “In The Heights”, oh man OH MAN

so get this. it’s a musical made by lin-manuel miranda (nominated for 13 tonys, won a grammy, no big deal. this is what launched lin) and its for us. Yeah anyone can enjoy it, but it’s for us. It’s about what our culture specifically goes through completely filled with Reggaeton, Salsa, Merengue, the works. The main thing I love about it is it raises the question of what it means to have a heritage that links back to another country, and what that means for those living in America. Where is home. Is it where your family is from - with your people, or is it where you make it. Just too good, man. 


Floral Shop - Rafael Barba

Instead of doing homework and catching up on my fics, I decided to make this for Valentine’s Day!

Hands down, this was your busiest time of the year. Besides the wedding craze that happened during the summer, Valentine’s Day always kicked your ass. A friend of yours suggested that you get seasonal help, but you could manage just fine with your only other coworker, an older woman named Marge.

She was working the register as you arranged the bins of roses for the fiftieth time that day. So many men had come in last minute, looking for specific flowers for their women, so you had to tell them over and over that there was no way you could complete a special order in time. 

Having been yelled at three times today, dropping an entire bucket full of baby’s breath on the sidewalk, and completely forgetting about an order that you had for noon that day, you were ready for Valentine’s Day to be over. So, when the bell rang, signaling someone entering your shop, you rolled your eyes. 

Looking up, you saw a man in a suit, looking around nervously through the flowers. This was a sight you had become way too used to today. You walked over towards him, ready to tell him that all the bright pink roses had sold out, until he looked up at you with green eyes.

“Hi,” you said, completely forgetting your Valentine’s schpeal about looking for ‘something special for someone special’.

“Hi,” he said, smiling back at you. 

“Can I help you find something?”

“Yeah, um anything in purple.” You smiled and tilted your head curiously.

“Anything purple?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, it’s my mom’s favorite color.” You fought off the urge to shout yes at that moment. “Today is my parent’s anniversary.”

“Oh, how sweet,” you said, leading him towards a table covered with scattered flower petals, droplets of water, and broken stems.

“Not really. My dad died a long time ago.” You looked back at him and he frowned. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“It’s okay. It’s still really sweet. Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” you asked. He shrugged and you giggled. “Okay, well I really love these ones,” you said, pulling out the pale purple roses you had just gotten in. He took one from your hand and sniffed it.

“Yeah. She’ll love them. Do you have any other purple flowers I can pair with it?” You looked up at the clock on instinct, and saw it was eight. Closing time. The man seemed to take notice, too and looked back at you. “Oh, don’t worry about it I-”

“Forget about it,” you said. “I think I have something.” You took six of the roses and moved across the room to get some baby’s breath, adding some lilacs into it, and finishing it off with some pale pink chrysanthemums. “How does this look?”

“Amazing,” he said, taking the bouquet from your hands. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He followed you up to the register, and once you handed him his receipt he smiled. 

“Thank you again.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.”

“Well, Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. You smiled and he pulled out a rose, handing it to you. You opened your mouth to say something but he only winked and walked towards the door, leaving you blushing as you sniffed the flower.

A week later, you came into work to open, and found Marge standing at the door. She walked faster towards her, worried that something had happened. You started fiddling the keys as you approached her.

“Marge, is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just wanted to give you this.” She handed you another rose, this one was also dyed purple. You smiled awkwardly and took it from her. 

“What is this?”

“A rose. Jeez, you call yourself a florist.” You laughed and opened the door. She walked inside, and started fiddling with the flowers, even though she wasn’t supposed to be working.

“I know it’s a rose, Marge. Why are you giving this to me?”

“Well, you said we should do deliveries, I’m delivering.”

“From who?” you asked.

“You’re not the police, you know I don’t have to tell you.” You sighed and she grinned.

“Well if you’re not gonna tell me, you can at least help me unpack the truck.”

“Hey, it’s my day off,” she said, walking towards the door. As the door rang you rolled your eyes, looking back down at the flower. You knew it probably wasn’t from the same man, but something about it being the exact same flower gave you some hope.

A month went by, and you came into work to finish up one of your orders. Pulling up the form that Marge had filled out, you started searching around for fresh baby’s breath. By the time you had finished the bouquet of purple roses, lilacs, and baby’s breath, you realized that it was five minutes before the order was due. 

Wrapping it in plastic wrap, and tying it off with a purple ribbon, you walked towards the front of the store. As you opened the door blocking off the work room from the sales floor, the door jingled again and your breath caught in your throat.

The same man from Valentine’s Day was standing at the door. He was wearing a blue suit today, and was staring at you, too. Marge looked between you two so much so that you eventually shot her a look. You set the bouquet back on the counter, and walked towards the man.

“Welcome back,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Is that your order.”

“It is, actually.”

“For your mother, right?” you asked. 

“Yep. She loved the one you made for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Awesome. Well, they’re all set,” you said, walking back towards the register. Marge was leaning over the counter, smiling widely at you. You started pricing the flowers, but her staring was distracting. “I think that order of tulips is here,” you said. “Why don’t you go unpack them?”

“They’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she said. You clenched your teeth and stared back at her. 

“Go unpack them,” you said. She sighed and winked at the man before she walked off. He laughed a little and you felt your nerves relax just a little. “Sorry about her.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled and finished his total and told him what it was. He paid in silence as you awkwardly stared at the sun gleaming through the window. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly. You looked up and thought that he looked just a little bit nervous, too.


“Rafael,” he said, holding out his hand. You shook it and tried not to beam. “This is for you,” he said, pulling out another purple rose. 

“You really don’t have to do this,” you said, trying to hand it back. 

“I want to. Soon you’ll have a dozen.”

“Maybe, but they’ll all be dead.” He laughed silly, as if he just realized how ridiculous his plan was. 

“You’re right. Well, then I’d like to place another order.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I need a dozen pale purple roses for a first date I’m going on,” he said. You frowned and nodded. 

“Of course. What do you want the tag to say?”

“To Y/N,” he said. You looked up and he smiled. “Only if you want to go, of course.” You smirked and blushed a bit.

“You’re going to make me work for a date?” He nodded his head to the sigh and you laughed. “Alright, when should I have this order done by?” you asked.

“How about Friday?”

“How about Saturday,” you said. “Six o’clock?”


“They’ll be done by then,” you said. He grinned and nodded.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I’ll be here on Saturday to pick up my order. See you then.” He walked towards the door, and he was well down the street when you realized that he had still left a rose for you. 

elevators(anthony ramos x reader)

summary; anthony&y/n both hate elevators
warnings; ((cursing)), mentions of death
dedicated to; me myself and i
((i’m trying to change the reader’s pronouns to neutral))

“why can’t we just take the stairs?” you really hated elevators, the reason? it creeped you out. when you were a child, your mother took you into an apartment- to visit her friend. “oh, dear y/n. it’s not scary. just hurry up!” your mom encouraged you to enter the glass elevator. you slowly walked into it, hoping that it wouldn’t crushed you to death. “see, i told you it’s fine.” your mother hugged your small body, as she clicked the floor number. you were terrified, you really wished that your mother took the stairs instead. you sighed, “why is your friend’s apartment on the highest floor? this is getting creep-” and the the elevator stopped. you immediately screamed, and hoped that nothing’s wrong. your mother giggled, “love, there’s nothing wrong.” you shook your head. “no, mom! don’t you understand? we’re going to die.” the 8 year old said. being the dramatic child you were, your mother rolled her eyes. “it’s going to be fine.” when she finished her sentence, the lights went off.

“y/n. it’s fine! okay.” you held your mother’s hand as tight as you can, “mom, i’m really scared.” the two of them heard a voice, it was the receptionist. “hi, ma'am sorry for the inconvenience, the elevator will be back on in 15 minutes, thank you. and once again, we’re sorry for the inconvenience.” the lights turned back on- but the elevator was still stuck. your mother looked at you, she was observing her child. “honey, you’re really pale. calm down.” she kneeled down to you.

and that day, you decided you really hated elevators.

“yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow. bye.” you hung up the phone. you just graduated from college, and went to new york to pursue your dream as a writer. you loved writing, poetry, novels, biography- everything. your mother was happy that you moved to new york; she really wanted you to be happy. or she just want to get rid of you- because you’re a lazy fuck. but all and all, you and your mother were inseparable. you called her everyday, and asked about her day. your father passed away, when you were a child- she’s living in chicago by herself.

you entered a small coffee shop, because starbucks was overpriced- and the coffee sucked. the line was really short, so you decided to wait. you looked outside, and realized- “fuck! it’s raining.” thank god you brought an umbrella. “next!” the barista said, as you stood there awkwardly. “uhm, can i have a hot cafe latte- less sugar.” you ordered the usual. he nodded, “that’ll he $5!” you handed him a $10 dollar bill. “keep the change.” the red haired barista smiled and thanked you.

“hot cafe latte for, y/n.” you walked to the counter- and grabbed the cup. you really wanted to stay here until the rain passed- but you have a deadline. your publisher told you that; you needed to edit some parts for your new book. the black umbrella protected your entire body, as you walked out if the cafe. it wasn’t as bad as you think it was. “c'mon y/n, your deadline is calling.” you basically sprinted into your apartment building. the apartment you were staying in was 7 blocks away from the famous theater, richard rodgers.

you were familiar with the theater- hamilton was playing there. everyone in the entire new york city was obsessed with hamilton, except for you. sure, you had listened to a few of their songs- but you weren’t interested. the only person you knew on the production was lin manuel miranda. your mom talked a lot about him, when you visited her last month. your mom was obsessed with hamilton as well, she had seen the show 2 times- without asking you to come with her. you closed the umbrella, and walked inside.

“good evening, y/n!” someone greeted you. it was none other than roman. roman was your neighbor, scratch that- he was your bestfriend. you smiled at him, and waved. “hey ro, where you goin?” you asked him, as he pulled you into a hug. “oh, my boss called me. he said that i was needed for this week’s magazine.” roman was a graphic designer, and a part time writer. both of you instantly clicked, when you first met. “well, goodluck!” you patted his back- and went to get your laundry.

you knocked on the door, “uhm, room 270? i’m here to get my laundry.” the lady nodded, as she took out a basket full of clothes. your washing machine had broke down last week, and the maintenance worker decided to repair it next month. you still remembered how pissed you were. “thank you!” you threw away your coffee, and grabbed the basket. you closed the door, and walked to the stairs. but there was something different. the basket on your hand fell, as you read the notice.

“the stairs are under repair, until then- please take the elevator instead”

“n-no,” you sighed. your apartment room was on the 20th floor- you didn’t care how high it was, you were afraid of elevators. and you knew, that this day would come. the day you will have to use the elevator. biting your lip, you quickly picked up the basket and went in front of the elevator. you were anxious, and scared. but being the ‘tough’ person you were, you acted cool. you pretended to check your phone, even tho you had no notifications. you texted your mom.

to: mom stairs are under maintenance, using the elevator

then you heard a ‘ding!’, the door opened- and you walked in. before the door was closed, a person was yelling at her. “w-wait!” it seemed like he just saw the notice on the stair. y/n clicked the open button, and she saw a literal angel. a young man, about her age- freckles were scattered around his face, he had a semi long hair. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he pushed the 20th button, “oh! your apartment’s on the 20th too?” you nodded, as the the door began to close.

“i’m gonna be late.” you whispered to yourself. you could still hear the rain, it was louder than before. “sorry, what?” the person asked. “o-oh, no. i was talking to myself.” she apologized. the freckled young man giggled, “alright then.” you didn’t know what his name was- but you were really curious. you ignored it, as you watched the monitor. “5th, 6th, 7th-” and it reached the 11th floor. but weirdly enough, it stopped. both of then flinched, “this can’t be happening again.” the man sighed. you were panicking, you really hated elevators.

after 5 minutes of not talking, you decided to talk first. “you know, i really hate elevators. i take the stairs everyday- i don’t care if i live on the 20th floor.” they were stuck together. “figure out we should talk, because i’m really scared.” you chuckled, and sat down. the guy nervously chuckled, “uh, that’s my problem too, i don’t like taking the elevator as well. i’m scared, i might fall. oh, i’m anthony ramos.” he sat down next to you, and offered a hand. “my name is y/n l/n. nice to meet you anthony, let’s just hope this thing turns back on within the next 5 minutes.” you took his hand, and shook it. “yeah.” he flashed his smile.

“so, hm. y/n- tell me about yourself? i’m kinda bored.” there was still no announcement from the services. y/n was calmed; because she wasn’t alone in this shitty elevator. “i’m a writer, i guess. i published my first book like 4 months ago, it was a fictional novel. oh, i live in room 270.” “wait, you live in 270? mine’s 272! how come i have never seen you before?” anthony furrowed his eyebrows. then he remembered something, “probably because i spend way too much on the theater.” you were listening to him, and when he said the word ‘theater’ you looked at him.

you raised an eyebrow, “theater?” you asked- you were really curious about this man. “yeah, richard rodgers? you knkw that big ol’ theater? i work there.” you weren’t shocked. look at his face, you thought. very beautiful. “hamilton? you are in hamilton?” she asked once more. anthony smiled, and nodded. “yeah! you like it?” “no.” his smile fell, as he fake pouted. “aww! how come?” it was his turn to asked you stuff. “i’m not interested into musicals, i prefer a simple play.” you smiled at him- hoping he would take no offense. anthony sighed, “c'mon man! you’re the only person i know that doesn’t like hamilto-” “hello? can you hear me?” anthony was cut off.

“yeah! we can hear you.” she replied to the buzzer. “okay, ms. l/n, and mr. ramos- we’re really sorry, but there’s a storm going on. and it seems like you’ll be stuck there for an hour until service comes here.” your recognized this voice, it was emily. emily worked for the apartment as a manager of the west building, which was yours and anthony’s. “emily! jesus, that’s too long. just get us out of here.” you heard emily laughed, “as soon as possible, again- we’re sorry.” and the line was cut off. she sighed, as she sat down again.

anthony closed his eyes, “since, we’re stuck here. and you don’t like hamilton, how bout, we watch the entire play?” questioned anthony. as much as you wanted to decline the offer, you couldn’t- anthony was too charming to be refused. “fine. but if i don’t like it, i’m just going to sleep.” anthony pulled out his phone, and opened his mail. there was a document attached, it was titled ‘official recording of hamilton’. “but before i play this recording, promise not to tell anyone about it? cause this is a bit illegal.” he rubbed his neck, and smiled nervously.

“will do.” you winked, and he blushed. you moved your body close into anthony’s, so you could see the video. “then, let’s start.” he clicked play. you watched as you saw a dark skinned man singing the first song. “so, that’s leslie. he’s really nice and he’s like my brother! he plays as aaron burr, which is hamilton’s ultimate enemy.” anthony explained. then you saw him, “and that’s me.” he said, excitingly. you listened to his soothing voice and enjoyed it. “i play as john laurens, hamilton’s bestfriend. but, honestly. i think they used to be lovers, i mean have you seen the letters?” you rolled your eyes. “shut up, nerd.”

both of you continued to watch hamilton, “so, this is phillipa? and that’s renée?” you asked anthony who was who. “no! that’s jazzy, and this is pippa- and that’s renée.” he repeated his sentence. you nodded, your head was on his shoulder- “i have to admit, their voices are amazing.” you complimented the cast. “i told you it was interesting.” he snickered. a few songs passed, and anthony came back on the stage. “ayy, that’s me.” he dabbed. you instantly wanted to die, “stop dabbing, it’s not cool anymore.” she groaned. anthiny had a lovely voice, which she had fell in love with.

“wow. daveed raps really fast.” you said, as you listened to yorktown. you learned that anthony’s friend, daveed- was a rapper. he had his own band, clipping. “you should listen to him free-styling. that guy’s a blessing.” he joked, and you snorted. anthony noticed that you were enjoying it, and he had taken an interest on you. you were nice, and weren’t afraid of giving criticism. earlier you said that there should be more peggy, because she was a schuyler sister as well. “peggy deserves better, honestly. she’s such a small sunshine, i love peggy.”

the two of them eventually grew closer, inside this elevator- they talked a lot about themselves, as they watched hamilton. they would flirt, even tho they had just met- they clicked. anthony was a charmer, and you were a flirter. “wow, act one was amaz-” “HELLO GUYS, IT’S EMILY. AND SERVICES ARE ON THEIR WAY! SO SORRY.” you flinched as emily turned off the speaker. you sighed in relief, “seems like we overcome our fear.” she teased him. “oh please, i wouldn’t mind getting stuck here with you.” “then, let’s get stuck in your room.” she winked.

“ah finally, fresh air.” the maintenances team had come, and rescued them. you stretched your body, and breathed in the fresh air. it wasn’t raining, but it was still cloudy. “so, y/n. it was nice getting stuck with you inside an elevator for more than an hour. would you mind getting coffee with me, in my room?” he offered you his hand. “i would like more than coffee please.” you giggled, as you watched his face turned red.

Imagine InuKag having a daughter, a little girl, let’s say the last baby child of the family, the youngest of the siblings okay? A small adorable little thing with a very big diva attitude and she loves to babble and talk and ask a million questions a minute about the mysterious wonderous World Mama Used To Live In, and imagine that she also likes fashion cause I mean with how stylish her mama is/was (remember those manga covers? Yeah, Kagome was VOUGE) she was BOUND to be into fashion too. So she asks her Mama to draw out some designs from the 1990s on paper so they can maybe bring some outfits back to life together (and man is she FASCINATED), and this little quarter demon twerp struts around town with a cape jacket and a beret (lots of OOOHS and AAHHS from her admiring public of collected toddlers) & every so often when Mama Kags gets TIRED so will you find papa Inuyasha huddled in a corner with his little spinster making dresses and folding ribbons, using handy claws to cut fabric with a deep and concentrated frown going- “What are we again???”
“Papa, we are the FASHYON police.”

my dad five minutes into BotW

“why does it look like Link is wearing my Reebok underwear”

“what is that, a mystical iPod?”

           -”OH, it’s a “”mysterious tablet”” …sorry”

(after receiving the shirt) “but I like being naked…”

“okay, I get it, Breath of the Wild, THANKS- I don’t wanna stare at the same screen for twenty years, I wanna PLAY–”

“who’s that old dude? creepy potato man…what? he looks like a potato”

“can you use this stick to kill birds, too? …yeah that’s right, I’ll fuck you up with my tree branch, BITCH”

“ah, an ax …much more efficient for bird killing than a stick…”

“can you cut the tree down? …*gasp* YOU CAN CUT THE TREE DOWN!!!! *softly but with a lot of feeling* awesome”

         -*instruction voice speaking* yeah yeah- bitch I just figured out you can cut down trees, you can fuck ALL the way off”

         -”dude I will cut down every tree in this game”

         - *imitating voice* “Link, Link, stop cutting down all the fucking trees

after this, he actually ran around for fifteen minutes killing monsters and cutting down trees, proclaiming “such a beautiful game

anonymous asked:

If you are taking requests, can you do Lance with glass shard wounds? Maybe in a battle he gets thrown through a window and covered in tiny shards? Take all the time you need, you are my favorite fic writer!!

*tiny gasp* Your FAVORITE???? Thank you!! I’ll write a fic for you! I’d give you my kidney! Take all my money! I’m so flattered!!! Sort of Pidge’s POV because I’ve never done that before. Sorry that the ending sucks–I’ve got class in a minute! I hope this is okay!

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Part 1
It takes them all night to clean the place; Tina’s tired and even so she reacts quickly when she hears a loud noise coming from the living room. Director Graves arrives frist to discover one of the potion dealers has hit Abernathy with a curse and is ready to escape. Graves steps towards him and tries to stun him, but his spell is met with a fire one and he has no option but to move aside. But the hex hits the potions and one of them breaks, its green steam covers Graves completely. Tina hears him cough.

She turns to the wizard and petrifies him in the spot, before taking away his wand.

“What was that?” She demands.

“It was just an experiment!” The man answers when he feels his lips again. “I was trying…”

Then Graves appears out of nowhere and takes the trembling wizard by the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t care what you were trying to do! I need to know what kind of potion it was!”

“I invented it. It doesn’t have name yet,” the man shivers when sees Graves frown. “But… It’s not deadly. It won’t hurt you either. It just… It makes you lose some of your inhibitions… to a degree and it will increase your worst defects.”

“How long?” Tina asks.

“He’ll be himself again within a day, I think,” the man continues and then looks at Graves even more scared “You are not an aggressive one, ain’t you?”

Graves ignores him, but Tina thinks he might have a point. They cannot risk the security of the people around. Her boss is a very powerful aurors and if his aggression increases then…

“I’m not aggressive,” he snaps at her. He must have read something of her concern on her face.

“We need to take you to MACUSA so the healers can check-”

“We’re going to take this lowlifes to an interrogation room,” he orders.

“But Sir…”

“He said it was an experiment, I don’t think the potion is going to work. I’m fine,” Graves insists and part of Tina believes him, because he looks like himself, just irritated.

So she nods and does as she’s told.


When they finish the interrogation and put every one of them in cells it’s morning. Tina forgets completely about the incident with the potion because her boss is acting just as any other day. She stops worrying.

She feels even better when she sees Queenie and Newt, waiting for her outside of her office.

“Tina! We were worried,” Newt tells her. “You didn’t returned home yesterday. Daisy and Pickett asked about you.”

“I’m fine,” she says and hugs them both.

“Oh boy,” she hears Queenie mutter.

And that’s when it starts.

“Goldsteins,” the words come out as a low and terrifying growl. “Get your hands off Newt this instant.”

Queenie moves immediately and takes her sister by the arm and yanks her away from the confused magizoologist.

But he’s not the only one confused, she’s too. Tina looks at Director Graves who’s now standing very close to Newt and looking at the sisters like he doesn’t like them very much.

“He. Is. Mine.” Graves growls again.

Newt’s face turns completely red then and looks at the auror almost in shock. Everybody around stops suddenly what they’re doing and stare at them with curiosity.

They’re not that surprised to be honest, not even Tina. It’s not a secret that the Director of Magical Security is crushing harder than a twelve year old girl, but at least he tried to control himself, even though he couldn’t help but smile at Newt every time he was in the same room or look at him with a ridiculous and besotted expression on his face, but he tried. He would never do something like that.

Then she remembers the potion. Beside her, Queenie nods, clearly hearing her thoughts.

So it seems Director Graves is…

“Very possessive,” Queenie chuckles.

“What is going-” Newt doesn’t finish his question because that very moment Graves decides to wrap himself around him.

“Oh Newt, you have no idea how lovely you are” the auror breathes, his hands like snakes circling the magizoologist waist.

“Mr Graves…”

Poor Newt he’s so flustered he can even talk.

“Stop calling me that, I hate when you do that,” he buries his face on the redhead’s neck. “It sounds too formal. That’s how my aurors call me. To you I’m just Percival.”

“Okay… Percival, could you please let me go?” Newt tries to step back, but the grip around him just tightens.

Percival chuckles and Tina’s jaw drops. She is definitely not prepared for this.

“I won’t,” he whispers on Newt’s skin. “You smell amazing. It’s so intoxicating it drives me crazy, do you know that?”

Newt seems absolutely lost. He looks back at Tina for help. She just shakes her while her sister covers her mouth to hide her amusement.

“It was a potion,” Tina tries to explain. “He didn’t drink it, but its steam affected him.”

“I told you I’m fine,” Graves snaps at her. He looks intimidating even though he’s still holding Newt.

Tina can see that Newt doesn’t believe him and suddenly something changes in him, there’s a look on his face, the same he has when he’s dealing with a very stubborn creature.

He has a plan and he’s determined.

“Percival,” he says, his voice sweet and kind. “I know you’re fine, but I think it’d be better if you go to see a healer… just in case.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” the auror argues, frowning.

“I see…” Newt stops himself from rolling his eyes and sighs. “Then let’s go together, shall we?”

Percival doesn’t look too convinced, but nods anyway. Newt manages to detach himself from Graves who lets him go reluctantly and seems to be fighting the impulse to take him in his arms again until Newt hold his hand.

“C'mon, Tina, lead the way.” He urges and she does it without question.


It is a nightmare. When one of the healers ask the rest of them to leave the room, Graves basically bares his teeth at her pulls Newt even closer to his body.

It’s worse than Tina had thought.

So she tries to explain the healers what happened as best as she can while Newt attempts to calm Graves down.

“I love your freckles,” Percival whispers, caressing Newt’s hair. “They look lovely on you. It’s like looking at the sky, you know…”

“T-thanks…” He says, flustered.

“His worst defects you said?” The healers ask her, arching their eyebrows.

“The man said it’d take away his inhibitions too.” Tina adds and thanks Merlin Graves is so distracted he can’t listen.

“I see,” says one of them, the witch. “So he’s possessive, huh?”

“It seems like it, yeah.”

“Mr Graves, could you please tell us when did you feel different? Do you remember what was the time when you started to act like this?” The witch asks.

Graves looks at her in confusion, his hand still on Newt’s waist.

“What do you mean? I’m fine. Nothing has changed.” He replies.

“Are you sure?” She presses.

“Absolutely,” he answers and turns to kiss Newt’s cheek, making him blush.

The witch sighs and looks at Tina.


“An hour ago. When he watched my sister and me hugging Newt.”

“That was what triggered him…”


“I’m sorry auror Goldstein, but I’m afraid we can do nothing for him. We have to wait for the effect to go away.” She says after a few seconds. “He’ll be like himself again at the end of the day.”

Tina sighs, looking so tired already and it’s early in the morning.

It’s going to be a long day.


It’s horrible.

They try to reach Graves office, but Collins decides it’s the perfect moments to talk to Newt about the magizoologist book and steps a little too close for the director’s taste and he just begins to growl at him.

Collins trembles.

“I’m sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to!” He apologizes even though he has no idea what he just did.

“He’s mine,” Graves growls more and everyone looks at them. Newt blushes and tries to hide his face in Graves’ neck.

“Erik please just go,” Tina tells Collins. The auror doesn’t hesitate and follow her advice, he’s too scared to ask.

After that it’s not so bad. They manage to reach Graves’ office and the director seems to be more at ease when he sits on his couch and put Newt on his lap and the magizoologist lets him. He then starts to talk about the proper way to get close to an hippogriff and the auror listens intently almost fascinated.

Tina stays because she feels like she has to, like somehow it’s her responsibility.

Of course just when she’s sure everything is going to be fine. When things are going perfectly that’s when Madam Picquery walks in the room with her guest.

A guest that makes the most terrifying look when he sees his precious brother sitting comfortably on Percival Graves lap.

Because of course that’s the day Theseus Scamander chooses to visit his brother.

Tina knows this is going to get her a headache.

“What is going on?” He asks and Newt tries to stand, but Percival’s hand keep him in place. “Get your dirty hands off him!”

Her boss seems to have no sense of self preservation because he growls and pulls Newt closer.

“No. He’s mine now.”

Mercy Lewis save them all.

Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme
  • “I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
  • “Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “What a pretty color.”
  • “It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”
  • “I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
  • “Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
  • “Now I’m repulsive.”
  • “I can’t live like this.”
  • “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
  • “You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”
  • “I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • ”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”
  • “So you are going away.”
  • “Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
  • “You’re beautiful!”
  • “Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
  • “Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
  • “All right, let’s get cooking.”
  • “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
  • “There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
  • “Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
  • “To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”
  • “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
  • “This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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This is Part Three in “Together”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Jared
Words:  1084

Read “Needy”
Read “Deserving”

A/N: The “Our Girl” series will be back after the first 6 parts of “Together,” so feel free to continue submitting ideas for it.
A/N2: If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know.

         You were sitting in Jared’s trailer while the guys were doing late scenes. You had filmed all that you were needed for, but didn’t want to go home without the guys. So, you were waiting for the guys to get finished.

           “Well, that is the most beautiful thing to see when I get done working,” Jared said, coming into the trailer and seeing you curled up in his recliner while the TV played some random show.

           You smiled up at him, “Hi.”

           “Hey,” he leaned down and kissed you, “What are you doing?”

           “Watching TV. Trying not to fall asleep. You guys done filming?” you asked, not moving from where you were lounging.

           “Yeah. You wanna go home? Get some sleep?” he asked.

           You nodded, “Yeah. J too,” you said.

           Jared smiled, “I’ll call him. Tell him to meet us at your place for a sleepover,” he smirked.

           “Don’t make it weird, Jare,” you said.

           “Sorry, Babe,” he chuckled, getting his phone and hitting the button to call Jensen, “Hey, Man,” he said, “Meet us at Y/N’s. We’re leaving my trailer now. K. See ya then.”

           You stood up from the recliner, “Guess I should actually move then, huh?” you smirked at him.

           “I mean, if you just wanna stay here, we can,” he grinned.

           You shook your head, “Nah. I like sleeping in my bed. With my guys.”

           “Then who am I to disappoint?” 

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The first thing Dex notices about Nursey is that he’s disgustingly gorgeous. The second is his tattoo.

The first thing Nursey notices, apparently, is that Dex has noticed. He hikes up his sleeve to give Dex a better look. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” Dex says, “it’s nice,” and it is, but that’s not why he’s looking. He’s heard of guys doing ink to embellish their soulmark, and, well, he has to wonder. Because Nursey is the best-looking guy Dex has ever seen, and because Dex’s soulmark lives in a similar place – high up on his own arm, wedged underneath so it can’t be seen unless Dex lifts his arm above his head. His heart thuds dully as he stares at Nursey’s ink and wonders if this could be it.

Then Nursey opens his mouth and breaks Dex’s heart.

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