~put the bass in your walk

The Party Part 2 (Reggie x Reader)

A/N: I put it up quickly due to all of my requests. Let me know if you want a part three.

Part 1 Part 3

You were putting your books into your locker as a figure walked up to you. You looked up and smiled at the sight of Reggie. His tall frame had a inches on you but it didn’t matter as he loved to tease you about how short you were.

“Talk to anyone yet?” Reggie asked as he leaned on the lockers, you shook your head no. You hadn’t seen anyone since the party not even Archie. You had been staying with Reggie to get away from everyone and all of the gossip. You knew your friends and brother didn’t react well which made you on edge on what was to come.

“I’m scared you know. They all look so disappointed in me. I can’t get their faces out of my mind”

“Hey it will get better, trust me” Reggie whispered as he pulled you close giving you a kiss on your forehead. “They’ll will come around” With that the bell rang meaning it was time to get to class.

“Meet me in the student lounge after?” Reggie nodded. You blew him a kiss as you made your way to your next class.

— The tension in the lounge could be cut with a knife. The atmosphere was off as Reggie and the football team sat on one side, where Archie and his friends sat on the other. Archie kept glancing over wondering if you were going to show up to see your precious boyfriend or not. He decided to stop and get back to his friends conversation until he heard your name.

“So how is she Reggie?” One of the football players asked

“What do you mean?” Reggie clearly didn’t understand what he meant which made Jughead laugh showing that he was also listening in.

“What’s so funny?” Reggie was now standing up from his spot and making his way over to the boy that was leaning against the wall.

“You. How could you not know what they meant? You’re dumber than you look” Reggie was getting angry as Jughead spoke. The football player didn’t like what Jughead was saying. Most times you were there to calm his anger if anything happened but you were nowhere in sight

“If you’re so smart Donnie Darko what did he mean?” Taking a step closer towards the smirking boy.

“He-” But was cut off as Archie stood in front of the two

“Stop it Jughead. Let it be”

“Butt out Andrews, I would love to know what he’s going to say”

“How good is she in bed? Dumbass that what he means” Archie shot Jug a look as the words came out of his mouth. Reggie on the other hand looked happy with the answer. A smirk already forming on his face. Knowing exactly what he was doing Reggie opened his mouth to speak

“Well in that case. Let’s just say little Andrews is pretty good or amazing for that matter. She surely knows how to handle a man like me” Archie fist were by his side, fluming from the way Reggie was talking about you. “Didn’t you know that she loves-” Reggie stopped as Archie jumped on him sending them flying to the ground. Archie was throwing hit after hit with Reggie only getting a few in. Reggie wanted this to happen so maybe Archie would take out all of his anger on him then you.

“How could you sleep with my sister? REALLY MANTLE!” Archie yelled as he sent a hit to the side of Reggie jaw. Everyone stood and watched not knowing what to do.

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? Archie what are you doing? Get off of him” You let out as you rushed over to the two boys. Archie looked at you with a guilty look in his eyes as Reggie growled in pain. He didn’t want you to see him like this. Knowing you care for the boy deeply it was the last thing he wanted. Archie quickly got up making his way away from you two.

“Hey, are you alright” You asked kneeling down next to Reggie.

“I’m fine” He replied but his busted lip and the bruise forming said otherwise. You motion for some of the players to come help Reggie up as you made your way to your brother.

“What were you thinking? Honestly. I know you may be mad”

“Mad isn’t the word”

“You still don’t have the right to attack him Arch. He’s my boyfriend whether you like it or not you’re going to live with it.”

“You don’t even know the whole story” Archie shouted at you as you started to walk away.

“I don’t care”

Archie and them watched you walk out after the boys who were mostly likely bringing Reggie to the school nurse. As much as Archie hated to admit he saw the look of love in Reggie’s and yours eyes when you bent down to see if he was alright. Archie knew you needed to know what Reggie was saying but right now it could wait because now the tables have turned. He was no longer mad at you but you were to him.

Rockabye (pt.1)

genre: fluff and just a little angst | stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2k

listen to this song while reading. it will make the experience of reading the strip part a whole lot better ;)

Part Two


“your life ain’t gon’ be nothing like my life. your gonna grow and have a good life. i’m gonna do what i’ve got to do.” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

This is what you had to do.

You were with a guy for 3 years and about a year ago, ended up getting pregnant unexpectedly. As soon as you found out you were pregnant and he didn’t know, you were terrified he would leave. So you kept it from him for a good two months until he noticed you getting bigger. Spoiler. That’s exactly what he did as soon as he asked. You had no other choice than to tell him the truth unless you wanted to get accused of cheating.

Asshole.

Now you were a single mom, working as a stripper in a local strip club. He didn’t pay child support. He abandoned you and your child.

 While stripping made you good money, you had to occasionally sell yourself. As much as you hated it, you had to do it when monthly rent came around. Jae-Eun was only a couple months old, so that meant paying for a babysitter when you were at work and also for overnight. The food was getting more expensive and the weather was getting colder, forcing you to pay for a heater. Everything together was eating your wallet clean and you had to do what you did if you wanted your kid, let alone you to survive.

As much as you hated to admit it, you still loved him. You were with the man for years. You never expected him to leave. He even told you he wanted to start a family with you, so why did he just disappear? Why did he leave you when you needed him the most? When you, were the weakest you’ve ever been?

You’ll never get over how sad and heartbreaking it was to go through such an immense amount of pain, alone. A nurse was all you had that day. Your mom lived across the country and couldn’t afford to fly out to be with you. Your dad died months before Jae-Eun was born, so you went through this whole thing alone. Your mom occasionally sent money, thinking it would help. The funny part about that was that it was only $50 each time. That was an eighth of your monthly rent, so that didn’t do much. Of course, anything helps but she didn’t understand what else you had to pay for including,  groceries, clothes, water, heat, etc.

A normal day for you was about 4 pm to 12 am. You got home normally every night at 1 am, it just depended on how much money you needed that month and frankly, you needed much more than you made in a one night shift to even get you by each month with endless bills. You hated it but this is what you had to do, for quick, easy money. You had no choice.

__

“Bye Jae-Eun. I love you.” You whispered as you tucked him into his bed. As you made your way downstairs, Seoyeon, your babysitter, walked into the house.

Even though Seoyeon was your babysitter, she knew everything about you. You had told her the first day she started working for you, why you had to do what you were doing. She understood as she just nodded and kept her questions to herself while you explained to her. Seoyeon was your friend and that really meant a lot to you. Normally when you got together with someone new or meet someone new, you never hear from them again as soon as they ask what you do for a living or you tell them that you strip. Other than Seoyeon, you didn’t have anyone. You needed someone so badly right now, you are just terrified they will leave or walk out on you, just like he did.

It was a cold evening; 30 degrees to be exact. Your only way of transportation was by foot. That made you really hate this type of weather, especially since it was always colder at night but you had to do what you had to do. You repeat that to yourself at least 100 times a day, to keep you motivated when you felt like giving up.  After 10 minutes of walking, you finally reached your work and headed to the back to change.

“Hey, guys.” You say as you walk by two other girls.

They ignored you and continued talking. No matter how hard you tried making friends, none of the girls wanted anything to do with you. You never understood why people despised you so much.

“Y/N, I need you out there in 10 minutes.” Your boss yelled. You rushed to change, not even needing to put on that much, considering you were a stripper. You threw on a pair of high heels and walked out in your work and more “special” bra and underwear.

Your charisma totally changed when you got up on stage. You went from shy and insecure to sexy and confident in a split second. How you walked, the way you swayed your hips; leaving guys in awe. The fierce gaze you exchanged with guys aching to touch you and have you all over them. The only thing was that they were not allowed to touch you. Not even during private sessions.

As you approached the main room, you locked eye contact with a man, sitting alone with nobody putting on a show for him. That was your cue. You held eye contact, as you slowly but sensually walked over to him. Most guys who came here were older and creepy but this man was the complete opposite. He looked to be around the same age as you.

How did he not have a girlfriend? Why of all people would he be here? He could get a girl without even trying.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and stood in front of him. Wow. He was handsome. The way his hair fell over his forehead, his dark eyes, his plump, pink lips and a smirk that was plastered over his face. The vibe you got from him made you that much more confident.

He eyed you, up and down, patting his lap for you to sit down on him. Eager. You laughed while shaking your head. 

“Eager much?” You finally break the silence and stay in your place, not daring to give him what he wants, yet. “This isn’t a private dance, you have to request those, sir.”

He laughs, not cutely either, almost like he was mocking you. He bit his bottom lip, admiring the sight of you, taking all of you in, as he released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

The club has been open for a couple of hours already. Guys pour in and out every minute. Every time a song ended a new one started and the lights dimmed. You looked over to the side. 1 minute left.

You carefully walk up the steps to get onto the table. It was just you and your pole, with him watching you. The lights slowly dimmed down and you took your place, turning your back to him as you bend down, sitting on your ankles, waiting for the music to start.

She want it, I can tell she want it, want me to push up on it, foreshe know when I’m all on it. We get the party going, liquor flowing, this is fire. 50  and Jeremiah number one there’s nothing higher, (won’t you go and)

As soon as he said “and,” the bass dropped and your head snapped back to face him, not daring to miss the beat. Your body rolling with the music, as you turn your head to the other side, before getting up, giving him a perfect view of your ass. You continue rolling your body. You turn around a face him, his eyes set on nothing but you.

Won’t you, just put it down (x2) get it, get it, work it, work it, break it, break it down.

The word down, makes your drop down once again, making the man cock an eyebrow at you. You grab the pole on your side and walk around it a couple of times, tilting your head back while using your other hand to feel up and down the pole.

I like the way you grind with that booty on me, shawty you a dime why you looking lonely? We’ll buy another round and it’s all on me, as long as I’m around put it down on me, just put it down on me, down, down on me, put it down on me. Don’t throw it off the ground, show me how it’s gonn’ be, girl all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me.

Every time the beat hit, you moved your hip to one side, then the other, never taking your eyes off of the man you were performing for. The then song carried on into a different sounding beat that only made you move your hips and body, even more, succeeding in turning the guy on.

Look how she twerk it, they say she work it, make me wanna hit it, hit it, heaven when I’m in it, in it. If I do not fit, I’m gonna make it, girl you can take it, don’t stop, get it, get it.

You dropped up and down each time you heard a beat, sending him off into a paradise through his eyes. You could tell his imagination was running wild.

I like the way you grind with that booty on me, shorty you a dime why you looking lonely? We’ll buy another round and it’s all on me, as long as I’m around put it down on me, just put it down on me, down, down on me, put it down on me. Don’t throw it off the ground, show me how it’s gonn’ be, girl all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me.

The song changed beats again, forcing you to change your action once again. Instead of continuing to dance, you place your hand on both sides of your neck, slowly making their way down your body, then back up and down until the song reached its bridge.

Down with that booty on me, shorty you a dime why you looking lonely? Oh, baby, we can go, go, low, low yeah…

While the song carried on, you continued doing what you did best. Circling the pole while slowly grinding on it, making sure you still kept eye contact with him.

Then the song finally came to an end and you walk off of the stage and make your way over to the man, whose name you did not know yet.

“That was, amazing.” He said immediately as you flipped your hair to the side.

“I don’t take compliments, I take money. That’ll be $30.” You wink and put your hands out in front of him, waiting to take the money.  

“How much does a private dance cost?” He asked, still not giving you your hard-earned money.

“Depends on what you want.” You replied, keeping your voice sensual and low.

“What does one song cost?”

You look at him. His question caught you off guard. One song?! Most guys wanted more than that, much, much, more.

“I already said, that depends. Now can I please have my money?” You were trying to still sound as sexy as possible but he was starting to make you upset.

“When is the soonest I can get a private dance?” He ignored your question. A smirk was creeping up on his face. You switched your weight onto the other foot and placed your hand on your hip.

“You have to schedule that with the dancer you want.”

“And what if I said, I want you to give me a private dance?”

“We can arrange that after you give me my money.”

He pulls out his wallet and stands up. He had some height to you, even with being in heels. He walked over to you and leaned down to your ear, his hair tickling your cheek. His breath made you hitch, causing you to get goosebumps.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at 10.” He suddenly says in a whisper, handing you a $50 bill. “The extra $20 is a tip.”

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“Jimin.”

Amends (part two)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing.

A/N: Going on from part three it’s all new, this part is still the older stuff, but re-written. There’s a Chuck Bass appearance, but he wont be a big part of the overall story. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by little--batman

Carter waited until you were safely inside the hotel room, to your amusement; you were already in the damn hotel, what could possibly happen?

When you closed the door and turned you were surprised once again. The room looked completely different from before.

Most of the racks filled with clothes were gone, except for one. A note was attached to the rack:

“Dear Y/N,

In the hopes that you took my offer of staying the night and go to lunch with me tomorrow, I’d like to give you these. Beautiful things, for a beautiful woman, as they say. But none of these garments will ever be as beautiful as you, or do you justice.

Love,

Carter”

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Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and harassment, please don’t read if you’re sensitive.



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Originally posted by bangtan-so-far

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

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Genre: Fluff, Smut (future chapter)
Contains: crossdressing, drug mention 
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Group: BTS

Pairing: RAP MONSTER X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: hey!!! Would you mind writing a namjoon imagine where he accidentally kills you because he’s clumsy and then you haunt him?? thanks ✨✨✨ 

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A/N: so this isn’t actually scary cus i have to sleep at night

Originally posted by nelliel66

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Hello Detective Chapter 57 (Sherlock imagine)

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You had finally returned to your flat after a few more fast paced cases with Bass. Most of them in Russia and Europe. You felt like you hadn’t taken a breath since you started. You and Bass had been working together for nearly a year now, and you made surprisingly great partners. You had barely unpacked your bag when you heard your doorbell ring and Bass’ voice over the intercom.

“Y/N, it’s me. Gonna let me up?” He asked.

You sauntered over to the intercom and pressed your finger to the button to reply.

“Should I?” You asked.

“Me ringing the bell is really just a formality. You and I both know I could pick this lock in 5 seconds.” He jokes.

“Yes, well you’ve always been slow. The inconvenience is tempting though.” You joked, finally pressing the buzzer to let him in.

Before he made it up the stairs you took your letters to Sherlock out of your duffel bag you were unpacking and stuffed them into a drawer on your TV stand. You were better. Nearly a year and a half had passed and you were able to say his name now without breaking down. You thought that was progress. Your life just felt empty now, even though you were barely alone.

When you were in London between assignments you had tea with Mrs. Hudson at least once a week. She hadn’t let 221B out, and you couldn’t bear to possibly enter it. You’d met John once for lunch since, and he was clearly still not okay. Compared to him you were doing well. Of course he had no idea what you were doing now, though he did know you had quit your job at Scotland Yard. You tried to keep an eye on him, but you were so busy. You had found out that he was seeing someone now and it was pretty serious. You were happy for him. As for you, not much had changed. You worked. It was the one thing you could do to keep your mind off of him.

Bass walked through the door, and after a snide remark about the state of your flat, he made his way over to the couch.

“You know what we need to do tonight?” He asked, putting his feet up.

“Remove your feet from my coffee table?” You asked, and he huffed and moved them back onto the ground.

“We need to go out tonight. Maybe a pub or something?” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“You’ve got nothing better to do than take a recovering alcoholic to a pub?” You asked.

“Well you don’t have to drink, but I need to.” He whined.

“Fine, but we should go now, I’ve got things to do and I’m not staying out all night with you.” You argued.

“I know just the place.” He stood, grabbed his coat, and lead you outside. You both hopped in a cab and headed to the pub. You were okay being around alcohol, and you would probably be okay drinking it. It just brings you back to a bad time in your life, one that you don’t want to remember or repeat.

“No, no, no a blonde drug smuggler who was exposed by an abbot with unusual powers of observation and deduction.” You heard as you entered through the door of the pub, Bass behind you.

“A blonde woman hiding amongst bald monks, that wouldn’t exactly take Sherlock Holmes.” You heard another voice return and quickly whipped around.

“Y/N?” Anderson asked, and your eyes grew wide in surprise.

“Anderson? Greg?” You asked, surprised to see them both here.

“God, how’ve you been?” Greg asked, hugging you.

“Busy.” You smiled, Charles now standing next to you.

“Who’s this?” Anderson asked politely. He had really let himself go: overgrown hair, beard, frumpy sweater. He must have gone downhill after he was fired from the Yard.

“Charles Bass. Friend of Y/N.” He smiled, shaking their hands.

“Colleague.” You corrected him.

“It’s been nearly a year, I think we can be considered friends now.” He joked, and you smiled to him.

“Charles this is my old boss Greg Lestrade, and an old colleague Phillip Anderson.” You formally introduced them.

“So you’re doing well. New job and all. What exactly do you do?” Greg asked.

“We kill people for money.” Charles said casually, and you laughed, panicking inside.

“He’s joking, of course. We work at the Natural History Museum. I run tours and we work on restorations and curations.” You smiled and lied.

“That sounds interesting, I didn’t know you were interested in that kinda stuff.” Greg smiled politely.

“Lifelong passion of mine.” You smiled, looking down to the table and the map Anderson had been showing Lestrade.

“What’s this?” You asked more seriously now. You heard the conversation as you were entering, you knew exactly what this was about. They both stared at you, almost afraid to talk.

“Phillip, he’s dead. Trust me, I wish he wasn’t. Don’t you think of all people I’d know if he wasn’t.” You said, looking to Anderson who seemed unconvinced.

“Well then how do you explain this?” He flipped the map. “Signing number 2, The Incident in New Delhi.”

“You haven’t been titling these, have you?” You asked, slightly concerned for Anderson’s mental health.

He then continued to explain how their police inspector had solved a case by measuring the depth of which a chocolate flake had fallen through an ice cream cone. Which in all honesty sounded ridiculous and made up.

“Clever man, Inspector Rajesh.” Greg said, and Anderson scoffed.

“What police inspector could have made that deduction.” He argued, and you and Charles had pulled up a chair.

“Well thank you.” Greg said sarcastically.

“You know how Sherlock never took the credit when he solved all of your cases.” Anderson began.

“He didn’t solve all of my cases,” Greg said defensively.

“He’s out there, he’s hiding, but he can’t stop himself from getting involved. It’s so obviously him, if you know how to spot the signs.” Anderson rambled, and you shook your head in disbelief. If Sherlock was out there, solving inconsequential cases out in the world, he would have told you, but none of that mattered. You don’t jump off a building and live.

“Klein Brothers, the Tower House thing.” Lestrade began listing cases he had solved on his own, or with moderately little help from you.

“The Kensington Ripper.” You helped, adding another.

“You got Tower House wrong.” Anderson stated and Lestrade argued while he flipped the map again.

“Sighting 3 The Mysterious Juror.” Anderson said, and Greg banged his head on the table.

“I’m gonna need a drink.” Charles said, standing to head to the bar.

“Make that two.” You rolled your eyes. What had happened to Anderson? He used to hate Sherlock, now he’s obsessed with him.

You tuned out of this story but according to Anderson, Sherlock swayed some murder trial in Copenhagen. Because obviously in his free time, when he’s not being dead, he’s on jury duty.

“It had to be him! There’s no one else it can be, don’t you see?” Anderson asked as Charles handed you a beer.

“Phillip, I see that you lost a good job fantasizing about a dead man and him coming back to life, and I know why you want that to happen. I want it to happen, but it’s just not gonna.” You said honestly, but something told you he wasn’t going to stop.

Anderson and Greg eventually left and you and Charles now sat at the table by yourselves.

“Has he always been like that?” Charles asked.

“Oh God no. He was an ass and he hated Sherlock. He helped take Sherlock down, planting the doubt in everyone’s mind that he was some sort of killer. Now he’s obsessed. He came and visited me in the hospital and I could tell he felt guilty, but I didn’t know it was this bad.” You answered, you noticed Charles was looking down at his watch.

“Sorry, am I boring you answering your question?” You asked rudely.

“No, I’m seeing if we have time to grab dinner. Hungry?” He asked. You smiled and rolled your eyes. You seemed to be doing that a lot lately when you were around Bass.

“I suppose, but nowhere too nice I’m not dressed for it.” You told him, and he smirked, clearly knowing a place.

The two of you walked down the street, apparently the restaurant was close by or at least walking distance. The two of you chatted before you were interrupted by someone calling your name.

“Sergeant Gregson?” You heard behind you and turned to see Kitty Riley, the reporter from the SUN. You stopped and she ran up to you.

“Sergeant Gregson, I’ve been trying to find you for a while now.” She began and you cut her off.

“Then you’re not a very good investigative journalist. And I don’t work for Scotland Yard anymore so you don’t have to call me Sergeant.” You told her.

“I wanted to apologize. After everything with Sherlock Holmes I tried to find you, but you sort of went off the grid. You quit your job, weren’t in your flat, or the country it seemed-” She said and you cut her off again.

“Is there a point here Kitty?” You sped her along.

“If there’s anything I can ever do for you, I’ll do it.” She said, clearly repentant.

“Clear his name.” You said.

“What?” She asked, shocked.

“Recant your story. Clear his name. Paint Moriarty as the manipulative villain who even got to you and forced Sherlock to his death after smearing his name. He was an innocent detective who saved lives and solved crimes that even the police force couldn’t. I think we owe him at least that.” You said, and Kitty nodded somberly.

You began to walk away and you felt Charles grab your hand. What you didn’t know was that Kitty took a photograph. You also didn’t know that it was going to be published in the SUN tomorrow with the headline ‘Hello Detective: Gregson Returns and Who’s Her New Arm Candy?”.

“Can you believe this? That bitch!” You yelled, throwing the paper down on the coffee table, Charles trying to calm you. He had slept on your couch last night after having a little too much to drink.

“Well think of it this way. Normally women are objectified in these kind of papers, and I’m the arm candy and you’re the smart, powerful lead. I’d take that as a win for the feminist movement.” He said, and you didn’t know whether to slap him or not.

“Like I give a damn about that! I’m an international assassin, I can’t have my face plastered on Page 6 everytime I leave my flat!” You ranted.

She needed to be taken care of. No, you weren’t going to kill her. There were worse things you could do. You had to see Mycroft, he would have this taken care of. You didn’t care if he paid her off or got her fired, but Kitty Riley needed to learn her place. As an undercover government asset, this threatened the safety of not only yourself but of the nation.

You threw on a dress and stepped outside your flat to call a cab to take you to the Diogenes Club when you saw a black car pull up. You rolled your eyes, did he always have to be two steps ahead of you?

“Hello Giles, it’s been an age.” You said, sliding into the car.

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Shorty- Dallon Weekes

Request- Do you know who Dallon Weekes is? Well if not he’s the bass player for panic, can you write something about him and the reader?                          Dallon Weekes gives me life. Please write about him. Like the reader being only 5 foot or something and him being the giraffe that he is. Love your writing, thanks.

Of course I know who Dallon is. I seriously love him so there will be more of him in the future.

“Hey Dal, will you come grab this for me?” you asked from the bedroom.

You heard him making his way from the office to your shared bedroom. He came up behind you and easily grabbed the box you were trying to reach for at the top of the closet.

“The perks of having a tall boyfriend.” you joked and he kissed you before walking back to the office. A smile fell on your face when you heard him start playing his bass. Yu finished what you were doing in the bedroom and went to the office and sat in a chair across Dallon.

“What’s up shorty.” he said putting down the instrument.

You frowned at him and he laughed.

“Don’t be mad, I love how you can’t reach things and you have to ask me for help.”

“I’m not that short.” you defend yourself like a child crossing your arms.

“Yes you are. It’s okay though, I think it’s cute.”

“Well maybe you’re just freakishly tall.” you came back at him.

“Well I am pretty tall, but at least I can reach the top shelf in the cabinet.” he said teasing you. He wasn’t being mean, you guys always teased each other about the height difference in the relationship. You were only 5’2” and he’s 6’3”, that’s a height difference you can’t hid. When you two started dating people thought it was strange that Dallon would date such a small girl. Once they got to know you they fell in love with you as much as Dallon.

“I’m gonna start making dinner, it’ll be ready in about half hour, okay?” you said standing and leaving the office.

“Call me if you need help reaching anything shorty.” he called after you causing you to laugh.

You put on water to boil and went to the pantry to pick out a pasta.

‘Of course it was on the top shelf’ you thought to yourself. No way were you going to get Dallon so he could make fun of you more. You wanted to show how you could be independent. You tried jumping for it, but that didn’t do much good.

You grabbed a nearby stool and stood on top of it. You heard it creak underneath you and that’s when you remembered this was the broken one Dallon was supposed to fix. You quickly grabbed the nearest pasta and went to get down before it broke, but your actions must of been too fast.

The leg of the stool went under the rest of the stool causing you to collide with the ground. You put your hand out to try and catch yourself, but you knew it was a bad idea when you heard a crack in your wrist.

You let out a scream and the music stopped from down the hall and footsteps replaced it.

“Holy crap,Y/N are you okay?” Dallon asked rushing over you where you were trying to stand up.

The pain in your wrist wasn’t allowing you to move. You just cried and held your wrist. Dallon crouch down next to you and put a hand on your back rubbing soothingly. He could tell you weren’t okay.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let me see, how bad does it hurt.” he asked carefully taking your arms in his.

You painfully removed your hand that held your wrist and you saw how swollen it was.

“Dal, it hurts really bad.” you choked out.

“I- I think you might have broken it. Come on let’s put ice on it and see if the swelling goes down.” he carefully helped you to the couch and placed a ice pack on the swollen wrist. You winced in pain as the cold weight pushed on it.

“Sorry babe.” he said when he put it down. “I’ll be right back.” he went to the kitchen and took the pot off the stove. He came back and sat next to you on the couch.

“I know what will pass the time, let’s watch an episode of your favorite show and if the swelling hasn’t gone down, then we’re going to the doctor.” you nodded your head in agreement and he put on an episode of law and order for you. He got you some pain medicine, but it didn’t even help the slightest bit.

Once the episode was over he took the ice pack off your now big bruised swollen wrist.

“Looks like we have to go to the doctors.” he said sighing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just go myself. Go back to what you were doing.” you said feeling bad that you took him away from his playing. I mean that’s why he sighed right?

“No, no, Y/N I sighed because I feel bad that you’re hurt.” he said helping you stand and put shoes on.

Once at the doctors they did an x-ray on your wrist.

“Well Y/N, you fell off a stool right?” the doctor asked looking at your file.

“Yeah, I was stubborn and wouldn’t let my boyfriend help me reach the top shelf.” you said and both the doctor and Dallon laughed.

“Well it’s broken in 2 places, so we’re going to cast you up and give you some pain medicine.” the doctor explained as he got the cast supplies ready.

After the cast was on you were allowed to leave and Dallon brought you to the pharmacy to pick up your prescription.

“I’ll go get it, no worries.” he said when you went to get out of the car.

Finally back at home Dallon helped you into bed with netflix and medicine, the keys to a smooth recovery.

“You comfy?” Dallon asked standing at the end of the bed.

“No.” you said looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes.

“What else do you need?”

“You.” he smiled and crawled in bed next to you.

He wrapped his arm around you body and pulled you close to him.

“Better?”

“Much.” you said tilting your head up to kiss him.

“Thank you for helping me.” you said drowsily after a few minutes.

“That’s what I’m here for, to help you with anything and everything.” he said kissing the top of your head.

“No, you’re here to love me and for me to love you. You choose to care for me and I’m thankful for that everyday.” you said. “I love you Dal.” you yawned.

“I love you too shorty.” he said and you gently kicked him.

“That’s what got us into this situation, but I kind of like it when you call me that.” you said closing your eyes and allowing sleep to slowly set in.

You heard him chuckle and he started to soothingly play with your hair.

“Get some sleep love.” he said and sleep fully set in.

Ecstasy (X Men x reader) Part 1

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SERIES WARNINGS: Strip club, language, sexual assault, angst, mentions of abuse, eventual fluff, eventual smut, underage drinking, underage sex, possible trigger warnings.

THIS PART WARNINGS: Strip club, mild angst, mentions of abuse.

Platonic Ships - Charles x reader, Jean x reader, Erik x reader, Raven x reader, Ororo x reader, Moira x reader.
Non-Platonic Ships ;) - Hank x reader, Scott x reader, Peter x reader, Jubilee x reader, Warren x reader, mentioned Alex x reader, Jean x Scott, Moira x Charles.

A.N: Got this idea from a post by @goawayimreadingbeach you can find the post here. Please tell me what you think! This is my first series so don’t be afraid to be too critical!

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Pennies

Reader x Jungkook // 6243 words

Summary: From high school sweethearts to strangers. 6 years later, the two of you finally meet again. “Let’s turn back the clock and take a walk,” He says.

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by jinkooks

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! I’m finally on break for like… 2 days but I’ll take what I can get! Watched Cafe Society last night and the sentence let’s turn back the clock and take a walk caught my attention. My american football knowledge is still very limited but the Thanksgiving weekend game is tomorrow so I thought I’d fit that in too haha. 


Kibum had asked you to attend this “small” get together he had organized. Well technically he guilt-tripped you into coming since you had already missed the last 3 high-school reunion dinners. It’s not that you were avoiding them or something (okay, maybe you were avoiding one person) but you never were a fan of big parties anyway. Especially when they seem to go on forever but you decide if you attend just this once, perhaps Kibum would stop pestering you.

So, there you were nursing a drink in hand, standing around chatting with some of your high school friends in an apartment packed to the brim with people. You glanced at your watch from time-to-time, wishing the second hand would move faster. Once it hit the 2 hour mark you decide that it would be alright to leave the party. You bid your friends goodbye and they whined and asked you to stay but you insist that you had something to attend to early tomorrow morning so they finally let you leave. Truthfully, you were just really hungry and the tortilla chips with salsa placed in a bowl on Kibum’s kitchen island just wasn’t cutting it for you.

After pushing your way through sweaty bodies, you finally reach the front door of the apartment. You step out into the corridor and let the door shut behind you. Letting out a deep sigh, you finally smile to yourself, glad that you had gotten away from the loud chatter of the party.

“Y/N?”

The smile on your face fades and you freeze in your spot. You hear hurried footsteps and his voice sounds louder as he comes closer to you.

“Y/N! Damn, it really is you!” The man beams.

“Jungkook,” You smile.

He engulfs you in a hug, perhaps out of habit and you reciprocate and add an awkward pat.

“Leaving the party already?”

“Ahh yeah, I have something to do tomorrow and—“

“You’re going to go get supper aren’t you?” He smirks.

You let out a light laugh and then ducked your head down in embarrassment. 6 years later and he still knew you so well.

“Maybe…” You answer. “You should go in, I’m sure they’re all waiting for you,” You gesture towards the apartment.

Jungkook opens his mouth to answer you but the both of you hear a gurgling sound fill the corridor and Jungkook backs away slightly embarrassed as he clutches his stomach.

“I haven’t had the chance to have dinner,” He laughs. “I was going to go in to say a quick hello and then head out for some food.”

“Right, go on then,” You smile. “I’ll see you around,” You say as you move to the side to walk past him.

“Wait,” He puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Wait for me and we can go grab supper together.”

“Jungkook, I’m actually really tired and—“

“Come on, Y/N it’s been 6 years since I last saw you.” He begs. “Let’s turn back the clock and take a walk down memory lane… Please?”

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Hello Detective Chapter 53 (Sherlock Imagine)

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You hit rock bottom. You tried to still write to Sherlock, but your letters got darker and darker. You had returned to your apartment, spent some time on your own. Alone is what you have, alone protects you.

Ms. Hudson had come to visit you, so did John, and Lestrade, Molly, and even Anderson.

You were bad after that. You began drinking to numb the pain, living recklessly, because you didn’t care what happened to you now. You had lost count of how many times you had been cut off at bars and kicked out.

One night after final call, you were roaming the streets and ended up at a doss-house.

“What do you want?” The man at the door asked in a thick accent.

“What you’re selling.” You held up a wad of cash, and he opened the door quickly.

“Bill Wiggins at your service. Cup of tea? Or coffee?” He asked pointing to the different drugs scattering the room.

“What do you recommend?” You asked.

“For you, the tea. It’s your first time I’m assuming and you want to forget someone. A 7% solution should take care of that for the time being.” Wiggins said.

“I think we’ll make fast friends Wiggins.” You smiled a dark, empty smile.

Mycroft wasn’t happy after he found you back at your flat. He seemed all too used to this routine.

“You need to stop throwing your life away! You need to move on!” Mycroft yelled.

“I am moved on and I’m doing just fine!” You yelled back, still high.

“This isn’t fine Y/N! I expect this from Sherlock, but not from you!” He screamed.

“I think we can stop expecting anything from Sherlock because he’s dead! Our baby is dead! And I’m fine!” You fell back onto the couch. You knew what you had done had crossed the line, but you didn’t regret it.

“This was a cry for help. I won’t lose you to this, you’re too bright for this. Your mind is needed for something greater. You need to go back to work, and the offer still stand to work with me, but only if you are clean and sober.” He said.

“I don’t want to be in London.” You argued.

“I thought you said London was your home.” He scoffed.

“Home hurts.” You answered quietly.

“What about MI6. You have the skillset, you would have to do some training but nothing you couldn’t handle. It would take you out of London. Normally I wouldn’t have suggested something like this for you, but I think you might be what they’re looking for right now, especially after their last double-0 was forced into retirement.” Mycroft explained, and you accepted.

You sobered up, and got to work.

••••••••••

Gareth Mallory, also known as M, had called you into his office a few weeks after beginning your training. You were excelling at an unprecedented rate, and he felt you were ready to be sent out into the field. Technically you weren’t a double-0 yet, that took two confirmed kills, two kills that you didn’t have.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You asked, entering his office.

“Yes, Gregson, please have a seat.” He pointed to the chair in front of him. He laid a file across from you and your eyes grew wide at who it was, and how long the list was of people he was working for.

“I believe you’re familiar with Ryan Spencer.” M said.

“Um, yes sir, he’s my uncle.” You said, hesitantly.

“He’s been selling CIA, MI6, and FSB secrets, so naturally he needs to be taken care of. We have the name of his contact, so he will have to be taken care of aswell.” M said.

“And you want me to kill them?” You asked.

“That won’t be a problem will it?” M asked.

“No sir, not at all.” You said, and it wasn’t a problem. Ever since Sherlock died, you had been different. Cold, calculating, and ready to kill. Conscience? Gone. Sentiment? Gone.

“Good. Mycroft Holmes seems to think you’re ready, but I’m not convinced. You understand if this mission goes well you will have the two kills necessary to obtain double-0 status.” M said.

“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” You nodded.

“Good.” He handed you the file and you left his office.

You read through the file, last spotted in Prague. Seem’s like a good enough place to start. That had to be lowered down, let’s start with the contact.

Took you less than two days to find him. Conveniently he was in Prague too, lucky you. Guess who also spoke Czech, this mission was just being handed to you on a silver platter.

You had followed him into a hotel, you sat in the lobby, a newspaper opened in front of you. You waited for him to come down the stairs, and as he did he turned left into the water closet. You stood slowly and slipped into the room unnoticed, and locked the door behind you.

“Wrong toilet.” He said, when he noticed you.

“No, I don’t think so.” You said, pulling out your gun, and he pulled his own. You kicked it out of his hand, and your fist collided with his face.

“Where is Spencer?” You asked, as he bled.

“I’ll die before I tell you.” He said.

“That can be arranged.” You smiled, and he lunged at you, slamming you against the wall, your gun falling to the floor. You kneed him in the groin, and threw him into the porcelain sink. It shattered, and you turned the water on of the sink next to it.  

His elbow rammed into your stomach, you groaned in pain. You slammed his face into the mirror, shattering it, before holding it into the now flooding sink. He struggled for a moment while you held his head down, before falling limp.

You walked across the now destroyed room to grab your gun, and as you turned around the contact suddenly reached for his gun on the floor, clearly not dead yet. But you were quicker, you fired into his head before he had a chance.

Based on Ryan’s file he had an office here in Prague, that seemed the next reasonable place to check. You broke in there effortlessly, once inside his office you found a safe hidden in the wall with more money than a man like Ryan should have, M was telling the truth. You heard the door unlock and you sat casually in a chair in the dark corner of the room.

He walked over to his desk and looked to the open safe.

“M really doesn’t mind you earning a little money on the side, Ryan.” Your voice filled the darkness and he turned around surprised, knowing exactly who the voice belonged to. “He’d just prefer it if it wasn’t selling secrets.”

He sat down at his desk, his eyes not leaving yours, and you noticed him pull open a drawer, though you’d already taken care of that.

“If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Y/N/N.” Your eyes narrowed at the sound of that nickname. “If M was so sure that I was bent, he’d have sent a double-0. Benefits of knowing all the secrets, I’d know if anyone had been promoted to double-0 status, wouldn’t I. Your file shows no kills, I’ve told you before you don’t have it in you, it takes–”

“Two.” You cut him off. Jesus, who wasn’t this man working for. He suddenly pulled his gun on you and you remained unphased, a dead smile still present on your lips.

“Shame. After your little boyfriend died I thought I would finally have you to myself.” He said, before pulling the trigger. He looked surprised when nothing came out of the barrel.

“I know where you keep your gun, uncle dear. I’m not the scared little girl you used to take exception to.” You said, holding up the magazine you had extracted from the gun in his desk before he entered the room.

“How did he die?” He asked, and you thought back to the man you had just killed.

“Your contact?” He nodded, you smirked. “Not well.”

“Made you feel it did he? I’m surprised you had it in you. Well, you shouldn’t worry the second is–” You cut him off by raising your gun and firing, the force of the bullet sending him backwards.

“Yes. Considerably.” You said, placing the gun back in your coat.

The next day, you returned to London, a double-0 with two kills under your belt. You stood in M’s office, needless to say he was extremely proud and pleasantly surprised by your abilities.

“Congratulations Gregson, or should I say 009. For your first assignment you will be teaming with 007, Charles Bass.” M spoke, and you turned to see a man leaning against the doorframe. “Q will brief you, he’s waiting in the lab.”

You walked towards the door, and Bass followed you once you had brushed passed him.

“So, how does Sherlock Holmes’ girlfriend end up in MI6?” He asked as he caught up to you. You took one glance at him before speaking.

“How does an orphan get put through Oxford and end up in MI6?” You returned, and he looked at you in shock.

“How did you know that?” He asked.

“Simple deduction.” You continued walking.

“Okay so you’re smart, but are you physically capable to do this?” He asked and you rolled your eyes, and held up his watch that you had snagged when you brushed past him in the doorway.

“Jesus, you’re good.” He grabbed it back. “What about weapons?”

“Would I be here if I wasn’t fully capable? I’m more worried that you didn’t notice your watch was gone.” You smirked to him. He laughed.

“I think we’ll get along splendidly.”

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LOOK AT OUR GLOWING LITTLE PEANUT BABY!
I snuck Elliot out and did a mini photoshoot and this was by far the best. It was the last picture I took and I said strike a pose and he goes “Put the bass in your walk” then laughed like a dork and did this.
He’s still going through a lot, but to get a smile out of this kid warms my heart and I just want to show all the nasty ass people sending their shit that you can’t break him and he’s gonna come out so much stronger than anyone knows! Isaak said the thirsties are here cause of Elliot’s angry B&W photos so here’s a smiling B&W photo to deter the nasties :) -Mira

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24: Dancing/clubbing

You cross your arms almost bitterly, mouth agape with your drink long forgotten behind you. Less than a second ago, Tom had swiveled around in the bar chair and downed his drink, (a shot of straight tequila, not even having the decency to pretend it burned his throat) yelling over the thumping bass, “Dance with me!”

“What?” you cried back, less from not having heard him, and more from the shock of the entire scene. Before you could even fathom an answer he was up, jumping onto the dance floor with such boundless energy, like he’d just drank a monster instead of three ounces of hard liquor.

The entire floor exploded as he joined them, the pounding of some trap song you barely knew providing the only beat Tom ever needed. Trained in both ballet and hip hop, the man was a natural with his hips and legs. You thought he’d be that graceful elegance you’d gotten to know at home: ballerina spins, careful dips and accidental taps on his shoes that turned into full blown dance numbers.

The only stage this dance belongs on is one with dollar bills flying around it. He’s totally loose, possibly on his own accord, and everyone is loving it. His feet seem to glide across the floor, taking the spotlight off of grinding couples and toward your smooth boyfriend.

You put your hand to your mouth, partially to keep from smiling so much, but also to cool yourself. Tom catches you, the backs of your hands against your cheeks and he winks, making you roll your eyes.

He walks (strides is the better word, with a swag to his hips) straight up to you, and without saying a word, spins you into him. From experience with moments like these, you bring your hands around his neck, while his skip the introduction of your shoulders, or even the politeness of your waist. He firmly puts both hands on your hips, directing them exactly which way to swing in time with the beat.

He’s quite good at this, you’ll admit. Through pants and the thudding bass and the hammering of your heart in your chest, you somehow manage to smirk at him. “You do this with every lady you date?”

It’s supposed to make his grin falter, but Tom is an entirely different species of man, somewhat impervious to getting himself into tricky situations. With all the smoothness he had, he leaned into your ear. “Not this,” he says, his jaw brushing yours as he travels down to your lips. The two of you are locked on the dance floor, sway to a beat that drowning in your ears the longer he holds you.

Tick Tick Boom

A/N: This was SUPER fun to write and I hope everyone likes the song choice, which is Tick Tick Boom by The Hives. Let me know what you think! Also Sebastian now goes to McKinley for this, my thinking was he switched schools cuz he likes you and it adds another reason for Finn to dislike him…but you can come up with any other reason why..ha ha

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader (Finn on the side-ish)

Prompt:  Sebastian and Finn fight over the reader through song and the reader breaks up an actual fight between them, then tends to Sebastian’s cuts/bruises and she admits she likes him. (Suggested by Anonymous, whoever you are out there let me know what you think!)

Word Count: 1,701

Warnings: They do fight nothing huge. I really wanted this to feel like a scene from Glee, where its kind like a music video but the lyrics are jabs at one another yet they still sing the song as a whole….hope that made sense.

Also I don’t own the GIFs.

Sebastian’s Singing is Bold

Finn’s Singing is in Italics

Both are in * Bold Italics

All lines of lyric will be Block Quoted as well

Originally posted by missladylea

Originally posted by supercanaries


Tick Tick Boom


The bell rang throughout the halls of Mckinley as the students flooded in. Everyone was bustling around as they grabbed things from their lockers and made their way to class. Many conversations were being had and laughter rang out. You reach your locker as Kurt approaches you.

“Okay please tell me you are in for this weekend.” He started to fix his hair in your locker mirror. “Because I’ve already counted you in.”

“Of course, I would not miss game night for the world.” You say as you pull a textbook out of your locker.

“Oh, there’s Blaine.” He quickly walked away, “See you later and don’t forget you need to bring a partner!”

You smile and shake your head. As you close your locker you catch the eye of Sebastian across the hall. He smiles at you before you hold his stare for a moment before walking away. As you reach the end of the hallway Finn came quickly around the corner almost running into you.

“Oh, Y/N, Sorry,” He said in his flustered voice, “Didn’t see ya there, well I don’t see many people on account of how tall I am.” His cheeks started to flush slightly.

You look up at him, “No harm no foul.” and smile. “Well I gotta get to class.”

He awkwardly waved you off. Just as Finn turned back down the hallway he saw Sebastian watching and the two instantly had a stare down. Everything else seem to blur away into the background leaving only the two of them.

All of a sudden a single guitar started to strum two double beats before a heavy rhythm of drums, guitar and bass came in and their eyes narrowed at each other.

Yeeeahhhh, I was right all along

As Finn walked passed Sebastian he continued to stare him down

Yeaaaahhh, You come tagging along

Sebastian slams his locker shut and turns to follow Finn, He puts on a smile as he sees Mercedes and Sam talking. He nudges Finn with his shoulder as he crosses in front of him cutting him off slightly

Exhibit A, on the tray, what you say? As I throw it in your face.

Finn turned so he was walking backwards

Exhibit B, what you see? Well thats me, I put it back in your place.

They both began walking down the hall together

* They’ve done it before and I can do it some more so what you waiting for?

Sebastian looked over at Finn,

Yeeeahhhh, I was right all along.

As they reached the end of the hallway they were getting even more testy. People began starring as they walked.

* ‘Cause I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core. Its too late, its too soon or is it? Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, Boom.

When they reach the end of the hallway they furiously walk in front of each other criss crossing, each taking a separate hallway at the T. Finn going left while Sebastian Right.

The music intensifies again, with a heavy beat As Sebastian walks he sees a poster of Finn for prom King. He runs his tongue over his front teeth in frustration.

Yeeeahhhh, I was right you were wrong.

Yeeeahhhh, going going you’re gone

He rips down the sign and crinkles into a wad of paper before tossing it into the trash. Finn  walked past one of his posters that Sebastian had defaced with a permanent marker. Finns face pulled into a scowl

I saw you hesitating, waiting to much, till it slipped through your hands.

Sebastian shook his head as he walked.

And then you stagger to your feet and out the door ‘cause there’s no second chance

As they each reach the corner they harshly turn,

That’s right

They each make their way to one destination. As they continued down the now empty hallway Sebastian started dancing and jumping off the walls as he continued while Finn ditched his backpack and began to psych himself up as if he was about to go out onto the football field.

* ‘Cause I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core. Its too late, its too soon or is it? Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

They each enter the auditorium in a dramatic entrance, Finn slams the door open and Sebastian kicks the door open. Each of them letting the door slam behind them,

* Boom.

You are sitting in class when Rachel frantically enters, “Rach, whats going on.”

“You need to come with me right now.” She pulls on your arm.

You protest slightly, “Class is about to start.”

“Trust me.” As you follow her you realize she is taking you to the auditorium. On your way many of the other Glee members followed. As you entered you saw Finn and Sebastian on stage, all of you stood their watching the spectacle play out.

Check it,

Sebastian nodded his head sharply towards Finn. the music was lower this time, more base but just as heavy.

And you come crying to me, but it’s too late

Finn began to walk across the stage as Grant walked towards him

The man you try hard to be, but it’s too late

They met in the middle and turned around each other before walking backwards while keeping eye contact.

Finn started to pace slightly

Get your head out of the sand but it’s too late.

Sebastian scoffed,

It’s too late

Too late

Too late

Too late

They were practically screaming at each other as the tension built.They turned away from each other in frustration, Sebastian mocked Finn under his breath

Oh yeah but it’s too late

Finn looked out of the corner of his eye,

yeah it’s too late

Get your head out of the sand, it’s too late.

Sebastian shook his head with a cocky smile

Finn took a deep breath,

It’s too late, too late.

They started to circle each other on the stage like birds circling their prey.

* You know I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core. You know I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core.

“Someone go get Mr. Schue” You say as you start to make your way towards the stage, “Now.” Out of the corner of your eye you see a few people scurry out.

It’s too late.

Finn shot out

It’s too soon, it’s too late.

Sebastian shot back.

It’s too soon.

Finn was getting more frustrated,

* Its too late it’s too soon.

Sebastian let out a short sigh through his nose as he smirked,

or is it?

With every word they stepped closer and closer to one another.

* Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick

* Boom.

They snapped. Fists were flying and it was an all out brawl on the stage. You quickly run up onto the stage in attempt to break them up but a hand on your shoulder held you back. You look up to see Mr. Schue running in front of you.  

You watch as they rolled around on the floor ending with Finn on top of Sebastian laying out punches. Instantly Mr. Schue pulled Finn up and off Sebastian who started to rise up on his elbows in an attempt to get up. You run up discouraging him from coming back at Finn.

“What is going on!?” Mr. Schue had his big voice on. “This is not how we settle things.”

Both boys were breathing hard, adrenaline still pumping through their veins. Their glares at one another could kill.

You look at Finn as Mr. Schue spoke, “Finn, my office now.” He starts to retaliate. “Walk it off, my office now.”

You both turn to Sebastian, “Sebastian, get cleaned up and get to my office and if either of you so much as looks at each other wrong, so help me.”

You push Sebastian back slightly to get him to snap out of it. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You tug on his arm, leading him into the girls bathroom near the auditorium. He leans against the sink and crossed his arms like a little kid who just got scolded. You quickly grab some paper towel and get them wet. He had a slightly swollen, black eye with a gash over his left eyebrow. He must have split his lip as well at some point as a small amount of blood was there as well.  

You position yourself in front of him, his long legs on either side of you.“Ya know, I’ve never had two guys fight over me before.” You start as you wipe his lip before you start dabbing his brow making him wince. “I’m not a fan.”

He stayed quiet, his eyes down, as you continued to work. “Hey,” His eyes flick up to yours. “I appreciate the gesture, I think.”

The look of defeat began to creep over his eyes, “But you choose Finn, I get it.” He pushed your hand to the side with an instant aggravated attitude.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, “You’re such an idiot.”

You lean down and gently press your lips to his. You felt him jump slightly in shock before he uncrossed his arms letting them settle on either side of your waist. You slowly pull away but he doesn’t let go. “I choose you Sebastian, I’ve had feeling for you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to bring it up. I would have sooner if I knew all that was going to happen.”

A smile slowly grew on his face before he let out a small laugh. “I am such an idiot.”

You finish cleaning him up before you walk together to Mr. Schue’s office to find out what Sebastian’s punishment would be. Right as the two you reach the office he stops you, brings his hands up to cup either side of you cheeks and kisses you again. He smiles then enters the office.

Okay so my little sister is watching that Bratz movie (the one from early 2000′s I think?) 
Well one of the main characters is deaf which I was like “okay, awesome some representation in mainstream media” 
BUT NOPE. 
First of all, the character has absolutely no deaf accent (and keep in mind he is supposed to be totally deaf, not HOH)
Also, he is able to lipread without looking at people? 
I mean come on; I consider myself a pretty good lipreader, but I at least have to have the person facing me. 
Also he just walked in on one of the main characters singing and he’s like “omg you have an amazing voice” 
and she responds, “but you’re deaf how can you know?” 
Then he puts her hands on the speaker and was like “I can feel your voice, and it’s amazing” 
Okay, really? 
I cannot magically hear people’s voice through my hands because of bass vibrations. 
I get that it’s supposed to be cutesy and all that shit. 
but really? 
Did you do any research? 
That’s not how that works. 
Ugh.