People who civilly ship expensive headphones (Rich x Michael) and Boyf riends (Jeremy x Michael). Ya’ll are the best, I’m handing you an imaginary emmy. YOU DESERVE IT. Anyone who can ship more than 1 thing that may conflict another ship and not act like its the end of the world, I’m giving you all awards. You make my dash beautiful
Person A: [gets on one knee] (Person C), will you do me the honor of being my sister-in-law?
Person B: Did you just propose to (Person C)… for me?
You, Steve, and Bucky are all sitting on the couch in
Avengers Tower watching Moana. Bucky hadn’t seen it, and you had refused to let
him leave the common room until he watched it, and Steve had joined you two
soon after. Thor was out with Loki, who had been controlled by the Chitauri during
the invasion of New York. Loki had apologized and decided to become a part of
the Avengers in order to make up for the destruction that he caused. He had
also accepted Thor as his brother again, accepting the fact that even though
they were not blood related, they were still family.
“Y/N!!” Loki practically sang your name as he skipped into
You heard the elevator ding as it opened and Thor walked
into the living room. He walked behind the couch and leaned down, gently
kissing your forehead.
“Hello, My Darling”
You grin and reach up, running your fingers through Thor’s
hair, playing with the long blond locks. You loved Thor’s hair, how soft it
was. Thor was always trying to push it out of his face, so you learned how to
“How was your day?”
Thor gave you a blinding smile, “It was most pleasant! I
enjoy Midgardian culture”
Loki was still dancing around the room, making Steve chuckle
and Bucky give a small amused smile. He reached down and grabbed your hand,
pulling at you until you finally stood up. “Now, you are not allowed to unleash
your anger on me for doing this!”
You cock your head to the side, “What do you mean? I don’t
want to be pulled into another one of your tricks”
“Give me a moment and you’ll find out”
Loki grinned and dropped down on one knee, taking your left
hand in his.
You flinch back slightly when you see Thor stiffen out of
the corner of your eye, “Loki, you know that Thor and I …” He just holds up his
hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a beautiful ring.
“Lady Y/N of Midgard, will you do me the honor of becoming
Everyone in the room froze at his word, and there was a
choking sound from the vents letting you know that Clint was there too. Thor
was looking at Loki with shock and confusion, “Did you just ask for Y/N’s hand
in marriage … for me?”
Loki grinned triumphantly, “Indeed! I even acquired the ring
Thor intended to use”
Loki holds up the ring even higher, and Thor stiffens again.
“How did you find that? I have kept it well hidden in my room”
Loki wiggles his fingers, letting green mist swirl around
his fingers, “Magic, dear brother. Did you really think you could keep anything
from a trickster? Honestly you are a horrible liar”
Thor signed and looked at you, “I had planned to propose
next week; however, it appears that my plans were unsatisfactory to Loki” Thor
glares down at Loki, who doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic.
You burst into laughter, doubling over, tears streaming down
your face. Once you gain control of your laughter you look up at Thor, “Well,
do you want my answer now? Or do you want to wait until next week?”
Thor gives you a soft smile, “I do believe that this
situation is more memorable than anything I had planned. I am eager to hear
your answer, however if you wish to wait …”
You smile, looking up at your boyfriend, but holding your hand
out to Loki, “Then yes, I would love to be your sister-in-law, Loki”
Steve and Clint start cheering when Loki slides the ring
onto your finger. Thor leans down and kisses you softly, pulling back to look
at the ring perched on your finger, lifting it up and placing a kiss on your
“I love you” he whispers
You smile, “I love you too, My Prince.” You glance oven to
where Steve and Clint and clapping Loki on the back, congratulating him on his
plan. Bucky is calmly siting on the couch still, amusing himself with the show
that everyone is putting on. “And for some reason I love our crazy ass family”
A/N: Fluffy!Shawn below hehehe. This is my first time to ever post any writing to Tumblr, so I am EXTREMELY nervous. I apologize for the name (I suck at those). Thank you to everyone who has helped me edit and reedit this imagine 20 times. You are all so appreciated. I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated.
I stretch my arms out and
I lay in the bed, and I
could see the light was still on in the office down the hall.
How long had I been
I look at the clock. 3
Shawn had been working
since about midnight on a melody he discovered earlier that day while playing
around on his guitar. He wants the song to be perfect and that’s understandable, but this late?? I slide out of the bed and let out a troubled breath as my
feet hit the cold floor. Walking down the hall quietly, there sits Shawn with his back turned to me. He’s still hard at work, strumming
chords and scribbling incoherent thoughts on paper like he’s been doing for the
past 2-3 hours. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss the top of his head before resting my chin on it. He places his warm hand
on my arm and lowers his head to kiss my skin.
“Hello darling, what
are you doing awake so late?”
concerned about my sleep which is sweet, but the boy has to get some rest of his own. He has spent
many long nights in this office for the past week, and I was beginning to worry
that he was overworking himself. He is obsessed with
perfection, but he is in desperate need of a break.
“I was sleeping until
a bright ass light woke me up. I wonder who’s fault that may be,” I giggle
in his ear, “it’s late and you really should get some sleep”.
He laughed softly,
“I’m so close though. Really babe, it’s all coming together so
perfectly. Just listen”. His voice now sounding like an eager child. I
comply and sink down beside him in the chair, and he smiles as he begins to
play. He starts to play an euphonious tune. Of course everything he
plays is beautiful but this was different. So raw and pure. I could see Shawn
was proud of it because he couldn’t stop smiling as he strummed the chords
“You’re right baby,
it’s incredible. But why don’t you come to bed, and you can finish the rest
tomorrow?” I suggest leaving a small kiss on his check.
He actually looks at me
for the first time since I had walked into the room and cracks a smile when
notices I have on his big t-shirt. God, when he looks at me with that
smile. That beautiful, bright smile that makes my heart flutter. That smile
could break me at any moment. That smile, is mine.
“Why are you looking
at me like that, Mendes?”
“Oh nothing,” he
stops his gaze, “you have the most gorgeous bedhead is all. Very sexy”
Letting out an embarrassing chuckle, I hit his chest
as he winks, grabbing my wrist to pull me into his lap. He looks at the shirt I’m
wearing again and raises his eyebrow.
“Oh, so THAT’S where
my favorite shirt went. I was beginning to think it grew legs and disappeared,” he puts his guitar down and pulls me into a tight
He puts his head on my
shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. He is tired, but he is too afraid
to admit it. He wants to finish this song tonight, but he needs sleep. I reach
up and start to run my fingers through his hair.
“Come on love, let’s get
some sleep. You can continue this in the morning”
I get up and begin to pick
of his papers that contained failed attempts at lyrics he had discarded
throughout the room. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if to protest, but he
finally gives in and starts to help me clean up the office. He put his important
papers inside his laptop and closes it. Once we picked everything up, he put
his guitar on the stand and we headed for our bedroom. I got into the bed and
buried myself into the covers while Shawn got ready for bed. I giggled to
myself as I could hear him humming his newly discovered tune as he brushed his
teeth. He is such a goober, and I adore his cute little quirks. I am pulled out
of my thoughts as I hear the water shut off and the door open. He’s just in his
boxers. God, does he look sexy as ever. His defined abs and toned arms. I have
to control myself. NO. Not tonight. He needs sleep. I try and remind myself.
He gets into bed and cuddles up to my side.
“Do did you really like
what I have so far lyrically, darling?”
Shawn loves getting
feedback. It has always been something he has craved from the people close to him. He truly values my advice and it makes my heart flutter to know that he
takes it into the utmost consideration.
“Yes it was beautiful. It
has a more edgy sound. Different from your other songs, but I honestly think it’s
a good different. To me, it shows you’re really growing as an artist, and I am
so proud of you. You work so hard, and it is really paying off for you, love. I
just wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard all of the time. It’s okay to take
a rest sometimes. Some people would even consider it healthy,” I tease as I poke
his nose. He scrunches his face at my touch and smirks.
“I know baby, but I just
want everything to be perfect, ya know? Even when I think I’m giving my all, I
feel like I could still give more. So many people are relying on me and I don’t
get a break just because I’m younger than the average artist. If anything, it
makes me have to prove myself more to prove that I am meant to be ranked in the
same category as bigger artist. But I do understand where you’re coming from,
darling. I love you so much. I promise I will try and cut myself more slack”
I smile and lean up to
kiss him softly murmuring a soft “I love you” between us. I adore his ambition
and passion so much. He is such a genuine person, and I am so thankful that he
is mine, all mine. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. Leaving a
tender kiss on my forehead. He fingers then trail down my back and go
underneath my shirt as he caresses the small of my back. His touch sending
shivers down my spine. He was drawing shapes into my back as
my eyes grew tired.
“Are you ready to go to
sleep yet, love? You really need some rest,” I yawn against his chest. He
giggles at my words which were barely audible, but he got the gist. He leaves a
lingering kiss my forehead one last time.
“Are you positive that you’re tired though? There are so many
other things we could to you know…” he says and I look up in disbelief and let
out a chuckle at his words. This kid is actually suggesting this when it is
almost 4 in the morning. Got to give him props for trying.
“Shawn it is late and YOU
should be asleep anyways. The whole reason I brought you to bed was for you to
rest. Not for you to score. Not tonight, no sir. Ask me again in the morning and
maybe you’ll get lucky,” I say as he lets out a soft laugh.
goodnight my love,” he buries his face into the blanket before whispering, “better
make the morning worth my while then”
I giggle as I slap his
chest with my tiny hand.
He gives me one last kiss
before I snuggle into his warm body. I loved being close to him. We didn’t always
get to share moments like this, so I cherished the few we had. I always feel at
ease when I have him here with me. He felt like home, he was my home.
Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.
Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon
and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed
their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of
thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run
away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own
sake and you did not regret it for one minute.
mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon
asked, raising an eyebrow.
with a friend.”
you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in
town.” Stefan reasoned with you.
worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”
brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and
grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol
Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of
being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief
relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.
worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go
upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”
“When did you become so bossy?”
brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the
way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.
enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and
admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole
scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you
were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of
your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking
your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on
bathroom, you put together a great shower.
it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath
salts was gone.
no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so
warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long
night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.
minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol.
It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and,
somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to
Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.
100 years ago]
Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”
I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah,
invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”
do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”
on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood,
that ought be good.”
your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go,
nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout,
which made you giggle.
the way, you look stunning in that dress.”
make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”
only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed
your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life
was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.
is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”
family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a
very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive
furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to.
Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did
not dare to come around and talk to you.
stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”
“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”
went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear
night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially
Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.
what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”
guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You
answered the stranger, without looking at him.
“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”
she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”
sort of a family friend.”
is a relative of yours?”
glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like.
For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the
filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you
could not help but shudder under it.
believe I haven’t gotten your name.”
Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to
display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”
what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”
A/N: IF YOU WANT A PART 2 SEND ME AN ASK REQUESTING IT… IF I GET ENOUGH ILL WRITE IT.
________________________________________________________________I was super nervous. They gave me a huge assignment for my first video interview. I was supposed to sit down and interview Tom Holland. He was just a few months older than me but he was so famous…. As if I wasn’t already nervous about my first interview of course i got stuck with the most handsome, funny, british guy I have ever seen. Not that I was complaining. But what if I stutter? What if I embarrassed myself in front of him? What if- No. I need to stop and start writing questions. I stayed up til 3 am writing questions to ask him. I don’t like using the standard interview questions. They were so basic and they got annoying after a while. I liked to surprise people with interesting questions. I had a list of about 30 questions of when I decided to get some sleep. As soon as I woke up I drank three cups of coffee, grabbed my outfit, which consisted of black and white web leggings, a vintage Spiderman t shirt, and a denim vest with marvel patches on it. I threw my hair up in a bun, grabbed my purse, and drove over to the studio. After going through the fun process that was hair and makeup I was told that Tom was in the building. My heartbeat immediately picked up. I kept reading over my questions and trying to calm myself. Finally it was time. I walked onto the set and sat in the tall chair they provided for me. I had my note cards in hand. Suddenly I see a curly brown mop of hair and there he is, in all of his chocolate eyed glory. He came and shook my hand “Hello darling. You must be (Y/N).” He says with a blinding smile. “Tom hi! Wow you are gorgeous.” It takes me about 10 seconds to realize that I said that out loud. “Oh my god that is so embarrassing I am so sorry.” I say quickly, the tips of my ears and my cheeks turning pink. “You’re quite alright. I’m flattered that the beautiful woman I just met thinks I’m gorgeous.” He said with a chuckle and a dazzling grin. “We’re about to start. Tom could you take your seat?” The videographer said. Tom nodded and took his seat. They signaled the count down and I try to breathe and smile. “Hi everyone! (Y/N) (L/N) here interviewing Tom Holland.” I say gesturing at Tom. “Hello everyone!” Tom says cheerily, waving at the camera. “So Tom, I’ve compiled a list of questions from our viewers and a few that i wrote myself.” I said, waving the cards in my hands. “Go for it, Love.” He says with a smile. “If you had to have a food for hands that you could eat and they would regenerate every night, what food would you pick?” I ask reading from the card and then looking up at him. “Hmmmmm…. I’m gonna have to say chocolate. Because it’s delicious.” He said looking at his hand, shrugging and looking up at me. “But what if they melt?” I say reasonably. “Shit you’re right. Then….. Rock candy.” He says. “That was my answer too! Next question, What is the last picture you took on your phone?” I ask. “It’s actually a picture of Tessa. She’s such a little angel.” He says pulling out his phone and showing me the picture. “She’s adorable! I want one.” I say, cooing over the little fur baby. “Maybe you could come visit her one day.” He says with a wink. I blush and giggle. “Next question, What was the weirdest prank call you’ve ever made?” “Harrison and I once prank called Anthony Mackie…. He wasn’t too happy about it.” To says with a laugh. I laugh and smile imaging how he reacted. “ALRIGHT AND WE ARE BREAKING FOR LUNCH!” The cameraman says. Tom stands up and comes over to me. “I have a question for you now.” He says. I look at him with wide eyes. “All these questions and you still haven’t asked me out… I’m a little disappointed.” He says smoothly. My jaw drops. Did TOM FUCKING HOLLAND just hit on me? “Are you serious? You wanna go out with me?” I ask, my eyes wide. “You’re smart, funny, a little weird, and absolutely stunning, darling. Of course I want to take you out.” He says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay then. Thomas Stanley Holland, will you do me of the immense pleasure of going out with me?” I ask, very dramatically. “Why of course I will angel. And I will definitely show you immense pleasure…..eventually.” He says with a wink. I cannot believe this. I have a date with Tom Holland. Holy shit.
Requested by anon: could you do a fluffy reader x sherlock and sherlock is really fluffy and needy and dirty in front of john/mycroft? & anon: hey hey could you do a one shot where Sherlock and reader are getting jiggy ;) and her boss Mycroft walks in and gets really embarrassed
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 1.079
Warnings: Touchy/Handsy Sherlock, Mentions of drugs, Public Display of Affection, Embarrassing things.
A/N: What does “getting jiggy” mean? I think I got it right but I ask just for the sake of learning new words. (Yes, this week is the week of using slang Becca doesn’t understand)
Office work, the worse kind of work. The sound of the other employees typing, and the many colours of the computer screen she was forced to work in, plus the awful smell of chlorine on the floor was enough to make her dizzy.
Yes, she had her own office, and it was supposed to be private, but the walls were ultra-thin, as a way to keep control of employees, so she could hear everything from the outside.
Everything, she could hear everything, even the silence that built in the office when a strange set of footsteps walked down the hallway to her office. She recognised them instantly and tried to brainwash herself to keep a straight face the whole time and act professionally.
As soon as he entered, that idea went down the toilet.
His high cheekbones and cheeky smile contrasted with the long, black coat he was wearing. His blue eyes matched the blue scarf tied around his neck, and a few strands of curly hair fell over his pale face.
“Sherlock.” She sighed lovingly.
“Hello, my darling.” He granted her a big smile and walked around her desk to press a kiss on her lips. “You look so high functional sitting on this chair, dressed like that…” He whispered above her lips, but before he continued another person cleared his throat.
It was John Watson, standing there with the usual “I’m sick of this rubbish” look on his face.
You roll over in bed and you arm smacks down on a hard chest beside you, pulling a loud groan from him. Without opening your eyes, you smile to yourself and roll over all the way on your side and snuggle up into the man beside you. His arms wrap around you immediately and pull you in closer. You wiggle and wiggle trying to snuggle even closer and find a comfortable spot.
Notes: I’ve decided to address Keanu by his middle name, ‘Charles’, in this story. I don’t know, i was just more comfortable with it. Also there’s 1 POV change, and a few visuals.
It started with a package and a wrong address.
My old address actually.
Work was a mess. I would’ve lost my head if it wasn’t attached. Everyone rushed
around, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and the stacks of paper on my desk
were starting to resemble skyscrapers. So with a bit of sleep-deprivation and
trying to function on one too many espressos on top of it all, I was more than
likely to make a mistake.
It was a little after seven in the morning
when, with yet another caffeinated drink in hand and taking sips of it, I went
through my emails. But a sudden notification of something new in my inbox
caught my attention.
I set my mug on the desk and stared at the
computer when I read the sender’s address. I might’ve clicked on it a bit
faster than I’d like to admit.
A/N: Hello there my darlings, now Jackson stans don’t murder ya girl. Love you, Enjoy~ Kae
“So, you wanna play baby?” His voice was a low rasp in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it.
“Jackson” I whined, praying that he would let me off easy.
But his low and deep chuckle along with a tug on my waist pulling me back into him let me know I was in deep shit.
“You like to talk I see. But me?” His slow raising hand made it’s quick and immediate destination to my neck, gripping it and pulling my head back I had to look at him.
The darkness of his eyes caused by absolute lust caused me to whimper.
“Me, I like to get things done baby” his voice was barely above a low rasp, his fingertips scaling down from my neck, between my breasts and down the plane of my stomach.
“Jackson” his name came out as a breathy plea.
I pushed my body weight onto him, begging him to just touch me. He pulled away from me, causing me to whine in protest at his blatant disregard of my silent plea.
“Turn around” he commanded in a deep husky voice.
I took a deep breath, hoping it wasn’t a noticeable sign of my complete and utter nervousness as well as my sexual frustration. I turned around slowly, surprised to find him sitting on the couch, legs open with his forearms leaning on his legs. He raised an eyebrow, looking me over thoroughly. I felt so willing to please and so eager to do absolutely anything that he commanded of me under his gaze that I’m positive even he could feel how desperate I was right now. When his eyes met mine again, he motioned me forward with a single word.