you should go on her ask and thank her

That was not how a professional interview should be going.

Lena and Kara were relaxing on the couch in Lena’s office, with Kara asking question and recording the whole conversation. Though something told her that most of the recording would be of them giggling and laughing.

They’d finally wrapped it up when the clock showed nine forty in the evening. Lena stretched, grabbing her phone to check the messages, and secretly find courage to ask Kara what she wanted to ask.

“Thank you for your time, Lena. And sorry it took so long.” Kara said as she started gathering her things.

“Don’t even apologize Kara. Honestly, I wish you’d be the only one interviewing me for everything. At least I can relax. And be myself with you.”

Kara blushed, but looked Lena right in the eyes as she answered, “always, Lena. I’m really glad I make you feel like this.”

Perfect opportunity.

“How about a dinner? As a thank you.” Lena looked at her lap, trying her best not to fidget. “Besides, we haven’t really seen each other in a while. I miss my friend.”

“Oh, I would love that!” Kara squeals excitedly.

“Perfect. What about this Friday?” Lena saw the exact moment the light left Kara’s eyes as she looked down at the bag in her hands.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Oh?” Lena hoped the utter disappointment didn’t show on her face and in her voice. Something told her it did. “And why’s that?”

Kara looked away, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, looking anywhere but at Lena. “You see… Um… There’s this charity date gala I’m supposed to cover for CatCo this Friday. It’s kind of a big deal and Miss Grant spent a lot of time planning it and preparing everything so… Yeah. I’m really sorry, Lena.”

“So… like an auction?”

“Kind of? Every suggested sum will be taken into the donations anyway… but who’d offer the biggest amount would get a date.”

Now Lena was intrigued.

“A date for a charity? Not the worst idea. Anyone interesting up?”

“Um… S-supergirl…”

Lena was impressed. The gala was rather grand. The elite of elite of National City was gathered there. She was surprised when she got an invitation the day before the event.

So, she made her hair, dressed in her favorite dress and heals, put on her favorite lipstick and jewelry, gave herself a onceover in the full-length mirror, and with a satisfied smirk, set off.

She mingled among the guests, talking, making some new connection. (Actually hoping to run into Kara, because she was the reason Lena was there in the first place.) She knew it was inventible, but about half an hour later, she ran into the host, Cat Grant.

“Ah, Lena Luthor.” The CEO of CatCo drawled, looking her up and down. “You’re looking fine tonight, Darling.”

“As do you, Cat.” Lena smiled politely. “And an interesting event, I should say.” Lena looked around meaningfully. “How did you manage to rope Supergirl into this is the greatest mystery to me.”

“Well, she’s CatCo’s hero. Besides, all the money we collect today would be divided and sent to different orphanages and a few children’s hospitals.” Lena chuckled, Cat sure knew how to make people do what she wanted.

“Well aren’t you using Supergirl’s kindness.” Lena tried to subtly look around, hoping to finally spot Kara.

“If you’re looking for Miss Danvers, there was slight change of plans. She had to stay in the office and monitor CatCo’s social media about this event.” Of course it would be her luck. Lena just hoped Cat wouldn’t sense her disappointment. But we’re talking about Cat Grant, so of course she did. “Oh, don’t worry, Dear, I’m sure when Supergirl arrives she’d be glad to keep you company. After all, you, me and Mister Olsen are the only people here she’s more or less familiar with.” Cat’s smirk unnerved Lena, and she couldn’t help, but glare daggers into the back of woman’s head as she gracefully walked away.

Lena clapped along with the rest of the guests when Supergirl landed on the main stage and Cat announced that in an hour the auction would start. Lena watched as the crowed cramped around Cat and Supergirl when the two left the stage to join the guests. The CEO laughed, somehow satisfied with the knowledge, that she was closer to Supergirl than all of those people ever dreamed of.

She went to the bar to get herself a glass of wine and enjoy the ‘show’. She sat at one of the tables in the far end of the hall when the guests started to calm down again and they started to mingle between each other again. Ten more minutes later Lena felt a presence by her side and when she turned, she watched Supergirl slump against the small table for two, her forehead hitting the top with a soft thud.


“Making connections?” Lena chuckled, sipping her wine.

“Ugh!” Supergirl turned her head, looking up at the brunette. “I’m here only because of children. And I honestly dread the thought of going on the date with any of them here.”

Lena laughed in earnest, patting the hero on the back. “You’re too kind for your own good.”

“Ugh. You’re not helping.” Supergirl sat up straight, pushing her hair off her face. “Kara wanted to apologize for not being here to keep you company.”

“I understand.” Lena said with a slight frown. “Work is work.”

The two sat in silence for some time. It was comfortable. Familiar. Both women were deep in her thoughts, mulling over something only they knew.

Supergirl was the first to break the silence. “How much time before the main event of the evening starts?”

Lena looked down at her watch. “Forty more minutes.”

Supergirl slumped back against the table, giving a long groan.

And Lena couldn’t help but find it enduring.

Lena was laughing so hard she was sure her mascara was all smudged with tears. Every time some old businessman offered a bigger sum than the previous and a slight, subtle look of horror, settled on Supergirl’s face. And every time the hero would throw her a glare, making Lena laugh harder.

In about twenty minutes, the gala gather almost twenty million dollars. And Lena was somehow happy, that that big amount of money would be sent to help children.

“Five million dollars!” Lena tuned in onto the words Cat was saying and looked around to see a man in his thirties with a satisfied smirk, practically devouring Supergirl with his eyes. “Who’d give ten?” Lena watch the pure horror settle on the blonde’s face and noticed her hands fiddle. She took a closer look at the gesture then at the subtle shuffle of Supergirl’s feet and everything clicked in her brain.

God, how could she be so stupid and blind?!

“Five million, one. Five million two. Five mil-” Lena couldn’t raise her hand up fast enough. “Oh! I see ten million over there.” Everybody turned to look at her and the wave of whispers and mumbles momentarily rolled through the crowd. But she didn’t care, her eyes were on Kara and now she had to save her friend. “Twenty million anybody?”

That arrogant fuck-knows-what-his-fucking-name-is raised his hand again, and Lena mentally counted the amount she could spend that night, without having to deal with disapproving looks from Jess.

“Twenty million! Thirty?”

Lena’s hand shot out again.

“Thirty! Maybe forty?”

That fuckboy raised his hand again. Lena was ready to strangle him.

“Forty! Forty million dollars, ladies and gentlemen! Maybe fifty?”

Lena looked at Kara as her hand shot up again. The blonde stood there, shocked and frozen, staring at Lena as if she was crazy. Maybe she was… But, oh well, too late to turned back now.

Fifty millions dollars! Who can give more?” Lena looked around, and didn’t see any more hands rising, before she met gaze with the fuckboy who really thought he could win against her. “Fifty million dollars, one! Two! Three! Miss Luthor gets a date with Supergirl!”

Lena stood fidgeting under Kara’s disapproving gaze; the blonde’s arms crossed and foot tapping.

“You’re looking at me as if I’ve kicked your puppy.” Lena tried to straighten her back, hoping to intimidate Supergirl back.

“Lena,” Kara pinched the bridge of her nose, “fifty million dollars!”

“It’s going to help children!” She didn’t know why she was trying to explain herself.

“Rao, Lena, this is such an enormous sum!”

“Would you rather go somewhere with that douche, that was undressing you with his eyes?” Lena whisper yelled back, there were still people around the hall.

“I know you wanted to go to dinner tonight, but this is one way to accomplish it.” Kara said, deflating and smiling at Lena.

“How did you understand?” Lena didn’t know why she was so shy all of the sudden…

“I know you Lena. Besides, I somehow knew you would realize sooner or later. You’re too smart to be fooled by a pair of glasses and a ponytail.” Kara chuckled, fiddling with her hands again, looking down at her boots.

The two looked at each other at the same time, both blushing and smiling shyly at each other. They just stayed there, looking at each other, basking in the presence of each other.

“So… about the dinner?”

“How about my place? With some take-outs?”

“Perfect.” Lena turned to start walking, when Kara took her hand in hers. “And Lena… I’ll answer every question you have.”

And that — was a start.

@duskendreams I tried :D

The Morning After

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara/Lucy, Superlane, (with an appearance from Sanvers)

Rating: T to light M

Author’s Note: For @breadsticks4life who asked for prompt #8, “Don’t walk away from me.” Hope this works for you!

Special thanks to @zennie-fic for her suggestions. As usual, hon, you know better. ;)


“I think… I’m a little drunk.”

Kara chuckled, her smile warm and pretty as she came closer, helping Lucy to her feet. “I think you’re a lot drunk.”

Lucy’s features contorted into a playful scowl when Kara let her go, Lucy’s balance wavering, and Kara only laughed harder.

“You should know better than to try to keep up with Maggie and Alex.” Kara began to clear the beer bottles from the table, but Lucy noted she wasn’t the only one slightly unsteady on her feet.

“I knew I was asking for it with Alex, but you didn’t warn me Maggie could drink us both under the table.” Lucy thought about helping, but she was a little worried if she bent over she might faceplant on Kara’s coffee table. It had been a fun night, maybe even a little too fun. They should do ladies-only game nights more often.

“They’re cute together, aren’t they?” Kara asked as she tossed a few bottles into the recycling bin.

“Oh my God. So cute,” Lucy agreed. “And… hot, honestly. I can see why Maggie got Alex to question her sexuality. Those dimples…”

Kara’s eyebrows hiked before she came back into the living room. She wasn’t exactly sober, either, Alex having brought a flask of some kind of alien rum potent enough to make Kara’s Kryptonian constitution a little weak in the knees.

Lucy was tickled to learn Kara got giggly when she was tipsy, and Lucy absolutely adored the sound. All night she’d said and done just about anything to hear it. When Kara giggled she smiled, and when Kara smiled, she lit up the room.

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Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt:  anonymous asked: okay so I’ve been looking through a LOT of your imagines and its safe to say that i frikin love ur blog and i was wondering if you could do one of peter pan x reader where the reader is watching the campfire at the corner and peter comes up from behind (theyre dating btw) without her knowing and starts kissing down her neck and teasing her there and id love it to be just really cute and pan whispers some inappropriate things and end in smut + lots if foreplay :))

Anonymous asked: YOOO YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD THANK YOU!!!! More Peter Pan smut okay? ;) Robbie Kay is a sexy devil. But seriously ur writing is so talented you should be proud

Warning: SMUT!                                                                                    

A/N:  I am going to hell. Enjoy darlings!


You had traveled to just about every realm, but you can honestly say Neverland was your favorite. When you had first arrived you knew you were going to love dense-jungle island. It held such magic and wonder that you felt like you had jumped into a fairytale. Well, you kind of had, but that’s beside the point.

When you had first arrived, Peter and his Lost Boys were wary of you, having never had a girl come to the island before, not including Wendy, of course. As time went on, however, the boys learned to love you, seeing you as an equal and friend. Peter had taken an extra special liking to you, though. Two months into your stay in Neverland, the beautiful demon boy had pulled you the most beautiful spot in Neverland, and for the first time, had told you of his love for you. Ever since then, the two of you could rarely be seen without the other. You made him into a better person, the person he thought you deserved, and for once in your life, you could say you were genuinely happy.

It was night; the day had been long day, the boys just now settling down from a day full of games. Most had gone to sleep, but you and a few others had stayed up, watching the campfires glow. You were transfixed by the flames, the colors melding together to create such a wonderful array, it was nearly impossible to look away. You were too lost in thought; you didn’t even hear someone approach you from behind. You felt a pair of lips on the back of your neck, and you jolted in surprise. You soon relaxed, knowing it was Peter. No one else dared to touch you in such a way.

Peter kept placing kisses on your neck, making you moan slightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. You sighed contently, loving the feeling of his body against you.  You felt him press his lips against the shell of your ear, before you heard him whisper in your ear. “(Y/N), kitten, do you have any idea how much I want you?” You gasped sharply at his words, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Oh, love, I’ve been thinking about that tight pussy all day. Can’t wait to get you alone, kitten. Gonna make you scream my bloody name.” You pressed your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction, the wetness in your panties growing.

Peter knew what he was doing, and he loved it. He loved the affect he had on you, what a few simple words could reduce you too. He decided to take it a step further by ghosting his hand over your clothed core, the slight touch making you whimper. He smirked against your neck, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Come on love, let’s get out of here, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his hands still ghosting over where you want him most. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, allowing him to poof the pair of you back to his treehouse.

As soon as you appeared in his treehouse he slammed you against a wall, his lips harshly covering yours. You moaned against his lips, pressing your back against his with equal fervor. You brought your hands to his head, tugging at the soft hair there. He groaned, and deepened the kiss. You felt his hand in your hair, before he suddenly jerked your head to the side. You gasped at the feeling, before you felt him bite and suck on your neck. You almost whimpered under his ministrations, loving his treatment of you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You felt his hand trailing under your shirt, before firmly grabbing your breasts through your bra, his attack on your neck not stopping for one moment. You were too lost in the sensations; you didn’t even hear a faint snap of his fingers. You hadn’t realized what he had done until you had felt a slight breeze against your skin, your eyes moved down and you saw he had made both of your clothes disappear. You laughed slightly, loving how impatient he was. Your laughter died off when you felt the hand that was once in your hair cupping your core.

You moaned loudly, his fingers slowly and methodically tracing your lower lips. His attack on your breasts hadn’t stopped; his hands alone making you tremble and moan. He pinched your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. The same time he did this, he slowly entered one finger into your dripping core. You whimpered, the feelings were becoming too much. “Peter please…” you whimpered out, wanted to feel more. He smirked, before adding another finger, and quickening his pace. You moaned, the delicious friction causing your knees to shake.

You felt you’re high coming quickly, faster than you had anticipated. Your moans becoming louder, faster, the sounds of your pleasure filling the room. You were almost there, until he suddenly pulled away. You cried out, distraught over the loss of his fingers inside your pussy. “Shh, now love, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel really good, love, I promise.”

He dropped down on his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your core. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he was going to do. He smirked up at you, never breaking eye contact as he licked a broad stripe on your pussy. You moaned out, eyes instantly closing, your head falling back slightly. Peter wrapped his arms arounds your thighs, pushing you closer to him. His tongue teased against your entrance, tracing letters to your core. You could barely make out what he was spelling, your head to dizzy with pleasure. M-I-N-E. You moaned loudly at the realization of what he was spelling, his possessiveness over you turning you on even more. He traced the word over your core a few more times, before finally flicking his tongue over your clit. You nearly screamed, the feeling becoming too much. For the second time that night you felt your high approaching again.

Peter pulled away before you could cum, leaving you almost screaming in frustration. He stood up quickly, pressing you against the wall yet again. “Jump.” He said, a commanding tone in his voice. You instantly complied, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He pushed your back firmly against the wall before attaching his lips to your, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock into your wet heat. He slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning against the others lips when he was fully sheathed inside you.

He started rocking his hips at a fast pace, earning a grateful moan from you.  “Oh, love, you feel so perfect around me. Bet you love my cock inside you, huh kitten?” He moaned in your ear, the sounds of his grunting and panting flooding your senses. You just frantically nodded your head, words failing you at the moment. He started pounding harder into you, his hand trailing between your bodies, suddenly toying with your clit.

You let out a choked noise, you fingers carding in his hair. . His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his movements relentless. You felt your pussy tighten around his cock, your orgasm approaching for the third time that night.  “P-peter! I-I’m gonna…!” you moaned out, wanting nothing more than to cum. “I know, gorgeous. Me too. C-come for me, (Y/N).Cum, now.”  His words sent you over the edge, your grip on his hair tightened as you screamed out his name. He followed you into bliss, your name falling off his lips like a prayers.

When you both came off of your highs, you shakily un-wrapped your legs around his waist, you almost falling to the ground in the process. Peter caught you in time, and picked you up bridal style, before carrying you over the bed. He laid you down on top of the bed before lying down next to you. You turned to get comfortable, sleep almost consuming you, before you felt Peter wrap an arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.

He leaned over and placed a gently kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” He whispered, his hands playing with your hair as a way to lull you to sleep. You smiled sleepily, before replying “I love you too, Peter.” Sleep quickly took over your mind, his motions soothing you. Peter smiled at your sleeping form, wondering just how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

anonymous asked:

Supercat and surfer au

“Who’s that?” Alex nudges Kara in the ribs as she stares down the beach. “That’s at least the third time this week I’ve caught you checking her out.”

“I heard she owns this whole stretch of beach,” Kara sighs, pulling the leash from her ankle. Her wetsuit is already unzipped and rolled down to her waist, just in case the woman in the black bikini top should glance her way. Kara knows she’s not exactly hard on the eyes. “You know what? I’m going to thank her.”

Before Alex can hold her back, Kara jogs across the sand to the woman, who’s standing just above the tide line, watching some kids on boogie boards.

“Is this your beach?” Kara asks. 

“Mmm,” she replies, not looking at Kara. “Why?”

“It’s really cool that you let us surf here for free,” Kara explains. “I mean, the conservation work we do instead is great, but the waves here are insane, Miss, uh…”

“Call me Cat.” This time she looks around, and drags her eyes slowly up over Kara’s abs, and her royal blue bikini top. To call the gaze lingering would be an understatement, and Kara blushes. “I wanted to do something… for the community.”

“Mom!” One of the boys is up on his board, waving towards Cat and Kara, before wiping out at the first ripple of a wave. Cat makes to dash into the water, but without thinking, Kara places a hand on her arm.

“Wait,” she urges. “Watch.”

Sure enough, the kid clambers back onto his board belly-first, laughing as he shakes water from his curls.

“He needs lessons. Carter, my son,” Cat decides, laying a hand over Kara’s where it’s still on her wet forearm. “Would you be interested?”

“Would you come too?” Kara asks. “To um, supervise?”

“And provide burgers and shakes after, knowing Carter,” Cat agrees. “I think we have a date, don’t you?”

“Don’t you want to know if I’m any good?” Kara asks as Cat retreats towards the fence that hides the big house on the beach from prying eyes. 

“Oh, I’ve been watching,” Cat assures her, walking backwards with a smile on her face. “And only the best will do.”

Somewhere in My Dreams-2


This is part 2 for my @pjohoobigbang fic! There’s one more part after this, and it should be posted later today. Once again, I wanna thank everybody who managed and participated in the big bang this year! You guys are great. Also, go check out the amazing art that @grimreapercy did for this fic! You’re awesome, Shellie!

Make sure to read Part 1 before tackling this one. You can find it in this tag. If you have questions/comments about this AU, send me an ask bc I would love to talk! Hope you like it! 


Annabeth packs her clothes into an extra duffel bag that Rachel found stuffed in one of the closets of the Alpha house. Other than her clothes, she doesn’t have many belongings. A candle Rachel bought her. Four books that her mother left her. A few other, random things that she’s managed to collect over the years. She will pack those into the duffel as well.

Her body is operating on autopilot as she packs her things. Back in the meeting room, with her dad and the other Alpha, he had claimed that he was going to take Annabeth back to his pack with him. Immediately after, everyone was sent out of the room, Annabeth with a heart rate a mile a minute and Rachel clutching onto her arm in a death grip.

Later, her dad came back to the Alpha house and told her to pack her things.

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bhunivelzah  asked:

Hi! Can you post a/your top 10 tumblr blogs with stationery/journal ideas/creations/tutorials/posts/etc? Thank you!

Hi, definitely! I I feel like 10 is not enough because there are so many great people with amazing creations here, but I’ll try to choose! :D

@studypetals Rhianne’s blog is where you should go when you need ideas for your bullet journal. She has lots of resources - doodles, banners, titles,… and her journal is simply amazing.

@studyrose Cheyenne has the most gorgeous bujo ever, like DAMN, her journal was the one that inspired me to start my own.

@studykouffee​ Kou and her journal & notes omg, just go and look at it, it’s awesome. I still cannot comprehend how she does her lettering.

@studywithinspo Brian’s bullet journal and aesthetic are GOALS. He also has a youtube channel where he posts tutorials and flip throughs etc, you should definitely check that.

@emmastudies​ Emma has lots of great advice, and she just made really nice desktop calendars for 2017!

@nag-aaral​ Eris has such a BEAUTIFUL bullet journal, every photo she posts is a piece of art.

@focusign Judy uses simple layouts in her journal, and they look SO amazing and still well decorated!!

@acadaemic Anna has SO PRETTY spreads & her study posts are goals.

@studyplants Adi makes beautiful graphics & helpful masterposts but also gorgeous notes 💕

@studylustre I’ve been stalking Carol on her instagram (because her feed is AWESOME) but she also posts her pics here on tumblr and they’re so amazing

Again, I feel so bad for leaving so many awesome people. Just look through the stuff I reblog, there are many posts and creations I find amazing :)

anonymous asked:

alex must be great at massages and maggie notices that on days that she is particulary clingy and caring (calls just to hear each other voices, extra texts, extra orgarsms tbh) alex will make sure to lay her on the bed and give her a long massage as a thank you

Maggie wasn’t one to hint.

If she wanted something, she’d ask. (Or, more often, she wouldn’t ask. But she wouldn’t go around indirectly angling toward something, either.)

So when she groaned slightly and put her fingers on her own neck to knead out a stiff, sore spot, she wasn’t hinting that Alex should give her a massage. She really wasn’t. But Alex noticed, and Alex did, and god Maggie’s life would never be the same.

Because Alex Danvers was apparently excellent at giving massages.

And eventually, Maggie started detecting – she was a detective, after all – a pattern.

“Hey Maggie, everything okay?”

“Yeah love, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Aww, Mags.”

“And tell you you’re beautiful. And that I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

She got an incredible, long, deep – and very naked – massage that night.

Have I told you lately that I love you?

Hey Danvers, wanna see the most beautiful woman in the world? Go look in the mirror.

Just saw the sunset from the squad car, and it reminded me of you.

Days she sent texts like that – Alex would light candles, draw Maggie a bath, break out the massage oil, and strip Maggie’s clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of her skin as she undressed her – she made Maggie groan in relief as she used her fingers, her lips, her knuckles, to draw all the tension out of her neck, her back, her shoulders, her arms, her ass, her thighs, her calves, her feet.

Maggie!” Alex screamed, for the fourth time that morning – or was it the sixth? – Maggie having woken her up (after asking, of course, over dinner a few nights ago, if Alex would enjoy it) by slipping her tongue between her legs, not stopping until Alex was dripping wet, not stopping until Alex was panting her name, tugging at her hair, thrusting her hips up, begging her not to stop, never to stop, cumming hard, hard, again, again, in Maggie’s mouth, all over her tongue, her fingers, her lips, her knuckles. All before her snoozed alarm could go off again.

Maggie was particularly proud of herself for that one, and apparently Alex noticed her effort, because that night she greeted her wearing nothing but a silk robe, the apartment lit with candles and humming with Maggie’s favorite jazz tracks, drawing her inside and kissing her neck and dropping her jacket, her jeans, her button down, to the floor, leading her into the bedroom, laying her on her stomach, and rubbing out every ounce of tension her day had written into her muscles, replacing it with a sense of warmth, of love, of being cared for, that she’d never known, and never wanted to live without again.

Imagine having a child with Castiel.

“Cas?” You asked as you stood in the door way, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, she was fussing and couldn’t sleep so I warmed her up some milk and was…”

“…singing to her. I know, I heard.”

He chuckled nervously before sliding his eyes to the floor with pinkish cheeks. “Well, yeah. Guess there’s no hiding that.”

“No need to, honey. You’re such a good father, you know? She loves you… and your singing.”

He smiled before placing a kiss to your temple. “Thank you, Y/n. I guess I should go ahead and try to get our little bee back to bed, yeah?”

“You need help?” You asked as you headed back to the door.

“No, you go ahead. I got this.”

“Goodnight, father of the year. I don’t know what I would do without you…”

letliv3  asked:

So, if Izuna lives, how does Madara get his Mangekyo you ask? Well how about from Kakashi's own brush with death? I think that's a wonderful way for Madara to get it :)

@letliv3, my most lovely first mate! Welcome to my askbox! And thank you for asking a question! A MadaKaka question is even better. I think I just love talking about this now.

To anyone else reading this, SPOILERS BELOW (for Naruto Shippuden/the last half of the Naruto manga and maybe slightly for something I may write in the future. You should prob just read it tho).

Well, tbh, I think Izuna and Madara got their Mangekyou from watching their other siblings die, not sure on that though. Then when Izuna is critically wounded, he tells Madara to take his eyes. That’s how Madara gets the Eternal Mangekyou.

So what’s happening in this AU, is Madara and Izuna already have the Mangekyou, but Kakashi is the one who suggests (because both are going blind but Madara more so because he overused his eyes) that they just casually switch eyes. It’s a full on, “why are you this dumb? It your eyes that don’t work not your brain. You’re letting yourself go blinder and blinder. You literally just walked into a wall. Just switch eyes.” Only phrased less like me sassing someone and more like Kakashi sassing someone. He’s my spirit animal.

Itachi and Sasuske, or really, Itachi and Shisui, should have just switched eyes. It has been one of my major criticisms of all this Uchiha Eye Bullshit. Although to be fair, Sauce-pants got his Mangekyou from watching Itachi die so he would have had to acquire it another way, but still. Every Uchiha with a Mangekyou should just find a friend and trade eyes. And if there are no even pairs? Three way trade. I just solved every Uchiha’s Mangekyou Sharingan related problem ever. They should make me Clan Matriarch.

However, if Madara doesn’t get his Mangekyou from watching his bros die, or if Young!Madara gets sent to the future pre-Mangekyou, I love the idea of him getting it after thinking Kakashi has died, or even after he has to go back in time. Like he is so devastated and angry at the world for sending him love, but it’s also over 100 years into the future. So he starts hating everything. Izuna tries to help, but not even his beloved otouto can reach Madara this deep into his hate.

I think you’d get a very different world that way. Or maybe even the same one? Actually, this feeds into canon pretty well. The Crazy Moon Plan happens because a Madara wants to live in a fair world where people get what they want. Like to not get unfairly torn away from the love of their life.

I think you’re on to something @letliv3

I’m the Only One for You

Originally posted by causeitbangs

I got a request to do a Jay Park scenario where you bring him and the AOMG guys food and another one where he gets jealous when you hang out with them, so I decided to combine them! Thank you for requesting, I hope you all enjoy it! :)

“170 dollars.” The lady announced as she handed me multiple bags of the Mexican take out.

“Excuse me?” I asked her, not believing what she said at first.

“I said 170 dollars is your total miss.” She repeated with a hint of irritation in her voice, clearly not in the mood to be there.

“Right, sorry.” I said as i handed her my credit card. I should have realized that feeding a pack of full grown men was going to be expensive. Damn, these boys better be grateful.

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Best Friends

Jack Maynard x Reader

Request: I have no idea for plot, but you should write something with Jack Maynard💛

Warnings: fluff? 

Thank you for requesting Jack because honestly he is life. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I watched his mouthguard challenge video today


Tonight was the night, Jack was going to tell his best friend that he has feelings for her. He had called her yesterday to make sure she wasn’t busy so he could take her out to a nice dinner to celebrate. He hadn’t told her what for and she didn’t ask. Jack always liked to celebrate the smallest of things, like when the sun came out in winter or when he finished the book Y/n forced him to read. He only took Y/n out to celebrate, she, like him, understood why the small things in life mattered and was happy to join him. All of his other friends thought he was ridiculous for celebrating those minuscule events, but not Y/n. They typically dress in their best outfits and go out to fast food restaurants, ordering fries and milkshakes until they feel sick or sharing their plates because she could never decide what to order. They didn’t celebrate every week, so when they did go out, it was special to them both. He was too nervous to come up with an excuse and he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her the lie.

Jack had begun to develop feelings for Y/n last year when he met her. He had no idea that they would become fast friends. At that time Y/n was dating a guy who treated her terribly. Jack knew it wasn’t his place to tell her how to live her life, having just met her, but he designated himself to being her hero, whenever she needed it. Y/n didn’t like to tell her personal life to others but it was so easy with Jack. She knew she could trust him within the first few weeks of them being friends. When she broke up with her boyfriend just a month later, Jack was there. He was able to make her laugh and realize that she deserved more than what her ex offered her. He didn’t want to tell her then about his feelings, recognizing that she was still moving on.

His feelings deepened once he helped her move out of her flat and into one that was coincidentally closer to his. After they had brought everything inside, they were too exhausted to unpack anything and instead ordered Chinese food. They used some moving boxes as a table and sat on the floor across from each other, laughing at childhood stories and sharing their dreams. Y/n worried that it was too late for Jack to go home and so he didn’t object when she asked him to stay the night. Y/n’s mattress laid on the floor while she quickly found sheets to make it into a bed. They laid on their sides and continued to talk about their quirky beliefs and hidden talents. Y/n was drifting off to sleep and Jack couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. He knew then that he was in too deep and craved her affection. He woke up multiple times that night to notice that Y/n had cuddled up to him, he couldn’t stop his heartbeat from racing as she mumbled his name in her sleep.

Y/n was thrilled when she received the call from Jack. She had a long week at work and needed to relax with her best friend. She ran out from the office that day to make it home in time to change before Jack came to get her. She wondered where they would go tonight, maybe the diner they constantly occupied or the pretzel stand on the corner.

After locking her front door she slipped her shoes off, unbuttoning her blouse as she jogged to her room. She already had an outfit set out since Jack called yesterday and she hurriedly pulled the dress over her head, letting is slip down her figure. She turned to look at herself in the mirror beside the bedroom door, smoothing out the dress and buttoning it closed behind her neck before slipping a different pair of heels on. She pulled her hair down from its loose clip and fluffed it around, making it seem fuller. Y/n just finished applying her red lipstick when a knock sounds from her door.

She opens the door brightly to see a smart looking Jack standing across from her, carrying a bouquet beautiful red roses. He’s never gotten her a bouquet of roses before, usually tulips or sunflowers. Her eyes widened at the sight, along with her smile, Jack’s stomach erupted in butterflies.

“Come on in!” she ushered him inside as he handed her the flowers, “they’re beautiful, thank you Jack.”

“Of course,” he took in her appearance as she filled a vase with water before placed the roses inside, “you look stunning Y/n, absolutely gorgeous.” She felt herself blush at his compliment and turned to face him, “why thank you,” she brushed her hands down his suit jacket, straightening the lapels, “you look rather dashing yourself.” She gave him a small kiss on the cheek before leaving the room, “I just need to grab my purse and we can go!”

Jack stayed standing where she left him, “tonight” he whispered to himself. He was confident in his relationship with her that it would go according to plan. Soon he would be able to wrap his arms around her with purpose and kiss her in ways that he dreamed. Y/n came back out and together they walked to the lift. On their way down, Y/n noticed that Jack didn’t have his nose ring in, “what happened to your piercing?” Jack’s hand moved to his face automatically, then shrugged, “I wanted to take it out for a while.” He knew that he didn’t need to remove it to impress her, but he wanted to make sure he looked his best.

“Where are we going tonight?” Y/n asked as she took a hold of his hand, looking up at him as he tried to hail a taxi. He tightened his grasp, squeezing her hand gently, “You’ll see.”

The taxi pulled up to a beautiful restaurant front, with dark colors illuminated by small fairy lights. Jack pulled her toward the hostess counter who in turn, led them to their table. Y/n couldn’t stop looking around at the beautiful architecture; the atmosphere made her flush, this is not a place where they usually went. What was Jack celebrating?

Jack held the chair out for Y/n, as Jack himself sat down, he noticed her stare and smiled, “Do you like it?”

Y/n nodded slowly, drifting her eyes towards his “Okay now you really have to tell me what we are celebrating because this is way different than what we normally do.” He shook his head, “I’ll tell you after.” She grabbed his arm in excitement, rubbing it affectionately, “This is honestly amazing.”

Y/n and Jack chatted throughout their meal, making each other laugh and filling the other in on their lives. Their waitress came by to refill their empty wine glasses when she spoke, “You two make a beautiful couple.” Jack opened his mouth to protest, “Oh we aren’t-.” Y/n cut in, “Thank you.” She tossed the waitress a small smile before turning back to her conversation when Jack’s eyes lit up, “What was that all about?” he teased, somehow hoping she would profess her undying feelings for him.”

She shook her head laughing, “It’s better to agree than to have an awkward conversation, and plus we get it all the time. We know that we’re just friends and that’s enough right?” Jack gulped, his voice shook as he replied “Yeah, just, well yeah just friends.” He gave a nervous laugh that caught Y/n’s attention. “What’s going on?” She went to place a hand on his but he pulled away, “nothing, I’m fine” He chugged down his wine, Y/n staring at his actions, “Should we go?” Y/n nodded but Jack didn’t even see as he flagged down their waitress, asking for the check.

Why was Jack acting so off? Everything was going great, but then Y/n’s comment made him recoil, is that really all she thought they would be? Everyone they knew thought they were madly in love but was she so blind to the feelings he possessed for her?

They walked out of the restaurant, none of their usual hand holding or light conversations taking place. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her coat closer to her in the chill of the night while Jack has his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He needed to tell her, otherwise he didn’t know how much longer he could handle it. “Y/n I need to talk to you.”

Y/n stopped, “Jack, what’s going on?” She was so confused, why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

Jack let out a small laugh, “I don’t want you to deny anything I say okay?” Y/n nodded, but realization soon came to her face. The roses, the romantic restaurant, the wince when she made her comment about being just friends. He wasn’t going to-? No, he couldn’t possibly, could he?

“Y/n you mean the world to me, you’re my best friend and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. You understand me and you’re always there for me at a moment’s notice. From the minute I laid my eyes on you, I knew you would be someone special to me. I know you keep saying that we’re only best friends but I can’t help but wonder if we were more than that. I want to be more than that with you. I want to really mean it when we tell others that we’re a couple and I want to hold you close, always.” He pulled Y/n close and slammed his lips onto hers, gripping her arms like he was going to lose her.

Y/n was beyond shocked, she had no idea that Jack felt so strongly towards her. Of course Y/n felt the same way, she always enjoyed their time together, even if they sat on opposite sides of the couch on their computers for hours. She loved how passionate he was about his work and when he could bring her flowers or visit when she was sick.

Suddenly something ran into Y/n’s legs and she pulled away looking down to find a small child who had just ran out of shop they were standing outside of. The child’s parents apologized profusely before walking away. Y/n looked up at Jack and she suddenly felt parched, and couldn’t form any words to say to him. He watched her speechless expression before sighing, thinking he had lost the battle. They were silent, taking in the moment when Jack spoke, “I’ll walk you home.” Jack walked ahead of Y/n and she struggled to catch up. Her emotion dropped as she thought Jack might have regretted what happened, did he not want to talk about it? Just forget everything as if it didn’t happen?

The silence was deafening as they entered the lift together, trying not to make eye contact with the other in the mirrored walls they were enclosed in. When the door opened on her floor, Jack dashed out, feeling suffocated from the awkward setting.

Y/n followed behind, both making it to her door, when she found her voice, “Jack.” He turned to her, “I’m sorry that I-” but he didn’t let her finish. He didn’t want to hear her say that she doesn’t feel the same way or was sorry for not wanting to be friends anymore.

“No, no please don’t, it’s okay. I understand that you don’t want our relationship to change.” Jack looked behind her to the lift.

“Jack-” She started again but he interrupted her once again, “I really need to go Y/n.” He stepped around her pushing the button for the lift. He felt his eyes tear up, “no,” he told himself, “stop.”

Y/n called out to him as the mirrored doors opened again, “Please don’t leave.” Jack faced her, feeling humiliated, “And why not?”

“Because you’re wrong.” Her voice became stronger now. Jack stared at her as she ran her way to him, “I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything back, but I’m going to now. I want to be more with you too Jack, you have no idea how much I want to. I never thought you would ever feel the same about me but well, I just.” Y/n trailed off, “oh screw it,” She grabbed the back of Jack’s neck and pushed her lips to his, waiting for him to return the action. He didn’t. She pulled back, already forming the idea to push her door open and hide when he leaned back in. The kiss was gentle, Jack caressed the side of her face before slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her in even closer. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their kiss becoming heated and messy. His tongue swiped her bottom lip and she gladly opened, their tongues immediately battling for dominance. He pushed her against the wall and broke the kiss. Jack leaned his forehead against hers.

“Well Y/n, would you like to date me?” Jack brushed his fingers over Y/n’s lips cleaning the smeared lipstick.

Y/n giggled into his fingers, “Yes, I would love to.” She gently pushes him off of her, and grabs his hand leading him to her flat and shutting the door.


Hoped you like it! If you think there is a mistake please let me know so I can fix it!

Big Bang Reaction: Seeing a curvy woman

anon asked: Big Bang reaction to you having a big butt and big boobs.

Hello anon! Thanks for your request ~Em

Jiyong: *thinks* ‘ooh wow, she’s beautiful’

Originally posted by bigbanghoe

Seunghyun: *thinks* should I talk to her or should I leave her alone…?

Originally posted by gdragonswag

Taeyang: “Hello, my name is Taeyang…I was wondering if you wanted to sit down and talk for a while? Or maybe go out some other time?”

Originally posted by panda-smack

Daesung:he would smile at her and wave. if she came over he would talk to her politely, but if she didn’t he would respect that she wasn’t interested

Originally posted by ssonqs-archived

Seungri: *starts a conversation with her and ends up asking her out if she has a good personality*

Originally posted by no-8

Imagine if Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger did have a relationship but she doesn't remember it

You know why? Because Draco casted a spell, Obliviate, on her and used time turner to make her hate him but before that, he asked Harry to take care of Hermione for her and to protect her from him and his family because if Hermione will love him, she’ll die from the Death Eaters for having a relationship with him and they need a blood from her (Malfoy Manor scene) and Harry agreed because Draco was one of them before and made the house unite but sadly, they changed the history and he also ask that he should act as if he hated him too. So 19 years later, Harry go towards Draco and said, “I did it, buddy.” And Draco replied, “thanks, Potter. I’m glad you protected her.” And then, he watched Hermione laughing with his husband Ron and his son, Hugo, going towards train to attend Hogwarts. “That’s what are friends for.” And smiled sadly because he noticed that his friend still loved the girl.

A/N: Ahh thank you!


He looked at the screen before he chuckled softly, “Well at least I know it’s not one sided.”


“That’s good to hear, I suppose I’ll have to talk to her about that after our stage.”


On the outside he acts cool about it. “Great news.” 
On the inside he’s like:


“Well this is really great news. A little sudden but, I’m glad we share feelings.”


“Is this her way of asking to be together? Should I tell her I want to go out?”


“I knew it all along.”


“She what? Whoa, this makes my heart flutter. I need to ask her out to dinner.”


“She should have told me that when I was talking to her today… It doesn’t matter, at least I know now.”


He waited until his stage was done to walk up to you, “So, would you like to go out to dinner sometime?” 


“Why didn’t she tell me she felt that way? We would have already been dating by now! Ah, she’s too cute.”

delifreshh  asked:

kalopsia by jungkxook is incredible, 12/10 recommend anything she writes :)

12/10 have literally been reading everything Alyssa writes and all of her asks and just admiring from afar because SURPRISE. I R shy AF and R nobody writer on the Tumblr scene. She was literally one of the first people I started following on here.

Arranged Love and Runaway are some of my absolute favorites. Runaway has a special place in my heart because of the striking realness to it and I always find myself thinking about it at the most random of times. It’s a masterpiece honestly.

But I also loved Kalopsia. If you’re one of the few that have not read her stuff or followed her for whatever reason you should go do that now. Yes? Yes. Okay good.

Kalopsia by @jungkxook


Office Slut

I walked into Ms. Lovato office and set the papers down on her desk. As I was on my way out I ran into her. “Mind watching where you going?” she said. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled. “Do you have the paperwork I asked you for?” she said taking a seat. “Uh… yes. It’s right there on your desk. ” I said pointing to it. Ms. Lovato picked it up and flipped through the papers. “Thank you yn.” She got up from her chair and her heels clicked as she walked over to her door. She closed it slowly and locked the top part of it. “I-I should probably get back to work.” I tried to get past her but she wouldn’t let me. “You don’t have to worry about that. Take care of me first babe. ” She walked closer to me and placed her hand on my back causing my breathing to hitch. “People will hear us though…” “It doesn’t matter. You want to show them how good I’m fucking you anyway. ” Demi pushed me towards the desk and threw all the stuff on the floor. “Strip for me.” I felt my heart start to beat and my hands were sweaty. “I’ve never done that before.” There’s a first for everything right?“ demi replied seductively. I blushed hard and moved my hand towards my shirt. I unbuttoned the white blouse slowly and threw the shirt at her. Ms. Lovato was her sitting on her desk with her legs spread wide open and touching herself through her red thong. I felt my panties instantly become soaked from the sight of her. I placed my hand down my skirt and turned around. I looked behind me and bit my lip. I slowly bent down and stuck my ass out for her. "What are you thinking about Ms. Lovato?” “I’m thinking about fucking your pussy.” I shimmied out of the skirt and tossed it towards her. I took off my panties too and shoved them in her mouth. “who do you think you are?” she yelled. I blushed and became embarrassed. “I’m sorry Ms. Lovato.” “no call me mommy now.” she took my hand and made me sit down on the chair. “have you ever been fucked by a girl yn.” “no… I have a boyfriend.” “I don’t care. your pussy is mine right now slut.” demi reached in her desk and grabbed a 12" dildo. “how big is his dick?” she asked. “around 8 inches.” I blushed. “that’s pretty big. well I’m gonna fuck you 2x as better.” “I’d love to see you try.” I mumbled. “excuse me?” “nothing.” demi bent down and blew on my pussy making me jump from the contact. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed her more into me. demi took a long lick from my asshole to my pussy. I let out a soft moan and squirmed in the chair. “oh fuck baby.” I murmured. demi slapped my pussy, “I told you to call me mommy you slut.” “im sorry mommy.” I whimpered. demi grabbed my hand and pushed me over the desk. she started massaging my pussy and nibbling on my ear. “you like that?” she whispered in my ear. my jaw dropped open and I nodded my head. demi placed the cock at my lips and shoved it in my mouth. I frowned at her and choked on the cock as she shoved it to the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down and sucked on it, getting it nice and wet. she smirked and instantly shoved it in my pussy without warning. demi spread my ass cheeks with one hand while she fucked me hard with the other. “tell everyone what an office slut you are yn.” I reached out to grab the edge of the desk and I moaned loudly. “Im a slut mommy! I deserve to be punished.” “yeah you do whore.” she said still ramming the cock into me. “it feels so fucking good.” I said backing my ass up on the dildo. “holy shit!” I said still moaning. “God you look so hot right now yn.” I slapped my hands on the desk and cried out her name. “Let everyone know how good your boss is fucking you.” “Oh fuck! You are demi!!” I was on the verge of cumming and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I released on the dildo and my legs were still shaking. She slapped my ass and there was a red handprint left on my ass. “You should get back to work.” Demi said smirking. “But I didn’t make you cum.” “Then that means you can come back later.”

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uncannyunicorn  asked:

Do you know what Evgenia's FS for the Russian Nationals was based on? it was really nice

Hello, thank you for asking.
So, Evgenia is skating to a soundtrack to “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”, a movie about 9/11. However, Evgenia and her choreographer Ilia Averbuckh made it clear that this program is dedicated to all victims of terrorism. It is also about how changing and unstable our world is right now, which why we should appreciate every second spend with our loved ones.
Program actually has a plot(according to Evgenia herself and her coach Eteri Tutberidze). Firstly, Evgenia is waving goodbye to her loved one as he is going to work, and then realizes that he had forgotten his lunch. But it’s okay, he’ll come back in the evening and they will spend this time together. But suddenly there are terrible noises, sirens and screams. Something awful(terrorist attack, quite probably) is happening. Evgenia is terrified, as she doesn’t know anything about her loved one. At the end, phone rings and there is news about him. However, we don’t know whether it’s happy ending or not. Ilia said, that they decided to leave it up to the spectators.
Evgenia herself said that this program is truly emotional and touching for her. At first, it was pretty hard for her to portray such emotions, but after a few run-throughs she managed it.
Hope it helps and have a nice day✨

Imagine… Shannon and Jared turning their heads to watch you while you walk across the room backstage after a Mars concert.

The room as still reverberating with the energy the crowd emanated. The chatter in the room was now in a low volume since most people had left after they got what they wanted. Only a very few fans were still walking around taking pictures and getting their cd booklets and photos signed.

It had been an exciting but long night for the boys and even though they always tried to give each fan their undivided attention, it was almost time to go to the hotel and rest.

“You were amazing, Tomo. Thanks for your music.” A girl, not older than 18 years old, told him with sparkles in her eyes.

“You are very much welcome.” He said with a smile.

“You’re the reason I started to play guitar. Thought you should know.”

“Aw, now that’s a compliment. Thank you. What is your name?” He asked so he could sign her Mars poster with a special dedication.

“Tabitha.” He started sliding the tip of the pen on the glossy poster paper, but it didn’t work. Tracing circles, around and around, the pen was denting the poster and damaging it slightly.

Across the room, Jared and Shannon were surrounded by a group of boys also getting autographs and pictures. Their tired brains and bodies were glad that these were the last few fans they would have to meet. They appreciated them but, being in their forties, in the Leto brothers case, sometimes it was hard to keep up.

“Ugh, has any one got a pen that works?” Tomo shouted aimlessly and caught everyone’s attention.

“Here.” The woman had been sitting quietly in a corner, on a bean bag, waiting for the crowd to dismiss.

Shannon and Jared immediately turned their heads to see where that voice was coming from. She stood on her feet and they watched her walk across the room, with a pen in her hand.

She was wearing a pair of ripped dark blue skinny jeans, black court heels and a black and red stripe Bardot neck top. Her tangled blonde hair was up in a bun and her green eyes were contoured with smudged black eyeliner.

Their eyes accompanied her steps until she reached the girls surrounding Tomo. After an exchange of looks with his brother, Shannon spoke under his breath.


“Oh, we’re going to start doing this again, aren’t we?” Jared responded. It had been a while since they had played for a fan’s attention. In the early days it was a common occurrence, but as they got older, the game wasn’t as alluring anymore.

We are not. You’re out.” Shannon finished signing a boy’s cd, while the mystery blonde was chatting away with Tomo. Staring from a distance, he watched her wrap her arms around his waist and smile for the camera.

The brothers were still tending to some fans when she began to approach them. Waiting patiently for her turn, the woman tried to find the best spot on her Love Lust Faith + Dreams cd booklet, so they could sign it.  She looked up in their direction to see Shannon’s back, and his neck twisted back toward her, almost like in The Exorcist.

Timidly, she looked down to hide her blushing cheeks. He smirked, shook his head and made a face for the next picture that was being taken of him.

“Come here, honey.” Jared gestured with his hand for her to come closer. As she reached them, he hooked his right arm around her waist. “Did you enjoy the show?” His eyes fixed on her, making her nervous.

“I did. Thank you so much for the amazing performance.” Her voice was low and shy. “Could you sign this for me, please?” She handed him the booklet and he tried to scribble his signature on it, unsuccessfully.

“What’s wrong with these pens today?” he complained.

“Oh, I had a good one, but Tomo took it.”

“C’mon, pen. Be a good girl, and work for me, baby.” Speaking in a sexy whisper, he kept doodling lightly on the paper to get the pen to work.

“Are you talking dirty to a pen?” She narrowed her eyes and tried to suppress a chuckle that came out anyway.  Jared glanced at Shannon and saw his big brother’s unhappy face as he signed the last autograph.

“Well, ya know… it just comes naturally to me.” He winked. Suddenly, a smooth voice came through the entrance across the room.

“Hi, it’s Keira, right? I forgot to return your pen.” Tomo entered back in the room and she walked rapidly with small steps in his direction. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s ok. You didn’t have to return it. It’s just a pen.”

Before she could be within earshot, Shannon shot an angry look at his little brother.

“What are you doing? I told you she was mine. Dude, seriously.” Jared chuckled.

“Bro, she’s just another quest, right? Don’t be so worked up about it. And I was just testing her… She’s all yours.” He eyed her as she advanced toward them and handed him the pen. “Keira. I or Y?”

“With an I, thanks.” She glanced over at Shannon and when their eyes locked he simply mouthed hi, and smiled. And she found that so charming that she couldn’t help but blush again, while she returned the gesture.

“Why were you hiding in that corner?” Shannon asked, getting so close this time, her legs went numb.

“I was waiting for the room to empty a little bit. I didn’t feel like sharing you guys with so many people.” She added laughing softly. The youngest Leto handed the pen and booklet over to his brother, who dropped the pen on the floor. He crouched down to pick it up and said.

“Are those appropriate for a rock concert?” He pointed to her shoes, once he was fully standing.

“I can handle them just fine, I’m used to heels. Besides, I’m only 5 feet 2, any additional 4 inches are very helpful in a crowd.”

“I know how you feel.” They both laughed.

Shannon handed back her things and crossed his arms on his chest, staring at his prey intently, planning his next move.

“Fuck, my battery died.” Keira muttered, looking at her phone black screen.  She looked up and saw both Letos astonished eyes on her. Up until this point Keira had been sweet, shy and polite, so they didn’t expect rudeness coming from her thin lips. “Oh, pardon my French.” She laughed. “I can’t believe I won’t get a picture.”

“I’ll take them with my phone.” This was becoming easier than he expected. “Just give me your number or e-mail and I’ll send them to you.”  Jared burst out in laughter with his brother ridiculously corny pick up line. The blue eyed Leto covered his mouth, trying to restrain the outburst, but couldn’t. As for Keira, anyone would say she had seen a ghost. Her eyes froze and for a moment she was speechless.

“Umm… I think that would work… I guess.” She posed with both brothers individually, then together. Shannon took selfies with her and Jared did the same, making funny faces. She gave Shannon her number and he immediately started sending them.

“Tell me again, big brother, why do we do this to ourselves? 15 months on the road, non-stop.” Jared stretched his arms above his head, lifting up his sleeveless shirt revealing his lower stomach and belly button.

“You’re such old man, stop complaining. We still got it. Tell him we still got it.” Shannon winked at Keira.

“You still got it.” She smiled and continued. “You guys must be exhausted. Thank you again for the show and the pictures. I promise not to share your number with anyone. But I should be going.” In her imagination, that’s not how the night ended, but she knew it was only a fantasy.

“You’re going home all alone?” Shannon tried to sound worried with her safety, but had ulterior motives.

“I’m not from town. I drove four hours to get here, and since none of my close friends like the band I had to come alone.”  

“Are you driving back at this hour? It’s not safe. You should stay and leave in the morning.”  He knew exactly where he meant to go with that.

“I’m couchsurfing, actually!”

“Hmm, adventurous.” He gave a little nudge on her shoulder.

“On a budget.” She laughed. “You guys are so sweet. Thank you very much, but I really need to go. I’ll just get a taxi.”

“It was really nice meeting you, Keira.” Jared hugged her after giving her a peck on the cheek, and then walked away, leaving her and Shannon alone in the room.

“Do I get a hug from you too?” She stretched out her arms and he came to her encounter. He tightly wrapped his strong arms around her and she threw hers around his neck. The embraced lingered for a long moment and as he sniffed her neck, an electric shock shot up her spine.  

Keira broke the embrace, although his arms were still around her, looked into his hazel eyes and said. “That felt nice.”

“Nice, huh? I can do better than nice… Come back to my hotel with me.”

“Wow, you’re bold!” She looked around nervously and proceeded. “I can’t. But it was really nice meeting you.”

“You really like the word nice, don’t you? Well, at least let us give you a ride in our van.” He let go of her waist, and took her hands with his, entwining their fingers.

“I’d better take a taxi, but thanks for the offer.” Without letting go of his left hand, she pushed it to his back and kissed the corner of his mouth. That took Shannon completely by surprise. He couldn’t believe that that sweet and timid girl could be such a tease. Although his bodies parted, their hands remained connected as she walked away, stretching their arms. She walked a few steps backwards, then turned completely and left the room.

When Shannon entered the van, Tomo was sleeping and Jared was scrolling through his phone. He knew that if his big brother had something to say, he would.

The drummer took his telephone and started swiping through the pictures he had just taken with that beautiful blonde girl. Remembering how she smelled and how soft her lips were while teasing him, he sighed. The buzzing sound of his phone broke his concentration. He looked down to see a text from that girls number.

Keira -
Thanks for the photos. I loved them.

Shannon –
You’re welcome…You said your battery was dead.

Keira -
I lied. I needed an excuse to give you my number, but I wanted you to ask for it. And it worked.

Shannon -
You sly little tease. I can’t believe I fell for it.

Keira -
Are you angry that I deceived you?

Shannon -
Not in the slightest…

Keira -
Well, you have my number now… You know what to do. Good night. xo


Notes from the writer: This started as an imagine, then turned to an extended imagine, which turned into a full one shot and now it has potential to be a multi part fic. What do you think? Should they meet again?

I know backstage stories have been written and re-written over and over again, but here’s mine. I hope it’s not too silly for your liking!

littleredsiren3101  asked:

Luna/Hermione "You're going to be barefoot for the wedding?"

“You’re going barefoot for the wedding?” Hermione asked Luna, her head bent over the planner. With only a month away, she wanted to go over the last minute details. 

“Yes.” Luna answered and walked over to look at the open planner over Hermione’s shoulder. “I still think we should be skyclad.” 

Hermione grinned and shook her head. “We’ll have too many guests and our families will be there. I’d rather not be in the nude, thanks.” 

Luna pressed a soft kiss to the side of Hermione’s neck and hummed. “I like seeing you in the nude.” She whispered the words and her lips brushed the side of Hermione’s neck, making her shiver. 

“Maybe for the dress rehearsal?”