Suitcliff-Ohara

You stand on the balcony, wordlessly looking out at the stars. You're breathless, just gazing at the brightly glittering orbs against the inky blackness of the night sky. You've always felt a close sort of affinity toward the stars, but tonight it felt stronger somehow. Looking out into space, you felt as though there was something out there. Something more. Something– “_____, come on!” It's your best friend that cuts off your train of thought. She and her parents had been the ones to arrange all of this. 'This', of course, was a ball. You didn't like it, not one little bit. You had never been accustomed to such lavish thi

The sun shone straight through the blinds and warmed your sleeping face. Subconsciously sensing the golden daylight, you woke up, sitting up and blearily blinking yourself to alertness. A loud yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles. You scanned the bedroom, brows furrowed. Chocolate. The air smelled like rich, delicious chocolate. You sprung out of bed and went down the stairs so quickly, you may as well have floated. All the while, you tracked the appetizing aroma like a bloodhound. When you found yourself in the kitchen, you saw Francis standing by the fridge. He, to your surprise, wore a frilly pink apron. Stepping closer

Prompt: -Harry Potter -Young!Remus or Young!Sirius -Reader, Christmas, Fluff Signed, your Secret Admirer You tear your eyes from the love letter some soul had slipped into your bag sometime today. You’d been eyeing it with disdain. Honestly, who wrote love letters anymore? Though you had to admit the penmanship was fairly splendid. Still it did nothing for you. You hadn’t time for silly love letters. You already had your sights set elsewhere. You move said eyes over to peer at the gentleman who’d so rudely made your heart endure things you’d never felt before. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate h

You sat in Loki's room waiting for him to arrive, You were sitting on his bed in your beautiful  blue goddess-like gown, it was rather revealing but you were in Asgard, a women with such maturity and beauty had to wear something that showed off her sexy slim body. Your hair was long and pulled back into a long braid, your stunning eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Another hour had passed as you stood pacing the room and beginning to get worried. Suddenly Loki walked into the room, he looked beaten up and sad as you slowly walked toward him. Loki looked down sadly as you gently lifted his chin looking at the cuts and bruises on his face. "Lok

Your eyes are wide open and you can't see anything. For a moment you panic way beyond the normal - have you gone blind or is it something else way worse than that? Then you take a few deep breaths and realise that you're laying in your bed, in your home and you've just woken up as a result of a bad dream. Your hand lazily lifts to inspect the spot right next to you in the bed, occassionally Loki would show up and decide to rest with you, but tonight he's nowhere close by. You sigh and decide you've had enough of your own mind, so you get up and let your eyes adjust to the dark before making your way to the door of your bedroom. You open it w

You tugged at your dress nervously as you walked up the steps to Penelope’s house, she was throwing a Christmas party, and you and the other members of the BAU were invited. You wore a red dress with a sequined top and a flowy skirt. The dress was just below your thighs, and you felt incredibly uncomfortable in it. Garcia helped you pick it out, and her reasoning for getting a dress this short was that it would almost certainly get Reid to make a move. You had disagreed strongly, he didn’t like you like you liked him, but Garcia insisted that you looked adorable in the dress, so you got it anyway. To go with the Christmas theme,

            A dramatic groan sounds as your office door is slammed open making you look up from your paperwork. Before you stands Grell one hand posed on his forehead for extra effect while the other still holds the doorknob. A bemused smile crosses your features as you wait for his upcoming speech, “(Name)! William is so horrible to me, he gave me overtime again!” the redhead pouts walking into the room to drape himself over the chair in front of your desk, “Can you help me? I still haven’t gotten through the last paperwork pile he gave me!” “William is a slave driver, I wish I could help you out but I h