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(Dreamswap) What friends are for (2)

Okay, enough Durarara posts, have more story.


(Cross’s alarm goes off, playing a Disney song much louder than necessary. The three of them shift in their positions, which somehow became a tangled mess over the course of the night, all of them cringing slightly.)

Nightmare: Cross, what the hell is that…

(Cross slams his hand on the nearby table his phone is on. He slams various places until he finds his phone.)

(But his hand is asleep, so when he tries to pick it up, it falls out of his grip and onto the floor.)

Cross: aaagghhhh

Nightmare: What are you doing, turn that stupid thing off…!

Cross: where is ittttt

(Cross flops over the side of the bed, crushing Nightmare under him as he searches the floor next to the bed.)

Nightmare: oW

Cross: okay I found it

(He picks up the phone with his other hand and struggles a bit to turn it off. Finally, he succeeds and places the phone back on the table, and slumps even more of his weight into Nightmare.)

Nightmare: get OFFFF

Cross: too early… too much physical exertion…

Nightmare: Why the heck did you even set an alarm?!

Cross: it makes me feel like a productive being…

Cross: also I’m trying to fix my sleeping schedule…

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Alternate Titles for Every "Dear Evan Hansen" Song
  • Anybody Have a Map?: Kids These Days With Their Anxieties and Marijuanas
  • Waving Through a Window: In a Metaphorical Way, Not a Creepy Way
  • For Forever: Just Pick a Murphy Sibling to Have a Crush On and Stick to It, Evan
  • Sincerely, Me: Connor Murphy's Ghost is Real and He Tried to Suck My Dick
  • Requiem: Well Yeah You're Dead But You Were Also Kind of a Piece of Shit So RIP, I Guess
  • If I Could Tell Her: NOW IS NOT THE TIME, EVAN
  • Disappear: The Spiritual Manifestation of Evan's Falsehoods Guilt-Trips Him to Continue Lying
  • You Will Be Found: I'm Not Crying You're Crying
  • Sincerely, Me (Reprise): Connor Murphy's Ghost is Real and He Sucked Dick For Meth
  • To Break In a Glove: If Your Dad Were a Song From a Broadway Musical
  • Only Us: Stop Moaning My Dead Brother's Name While We're Having Sex, Evan
  • Good For You: *Evan's Conscience, Banging Pots and Pans Together* YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!
  • Words Fail: How the Fuck Does Ben Platt Sing This Through Tears I'm Shook
  • So Big/So Small: *Calls My Mom to Tell Her I Love Her*
  • Finale: Hey Evan Can I Hit Up That Pottery Barn Friends & Family Discount

a lil’ something for Adrienette month/Valentine’s Day \(o7 o)\ 

I re-imagined the Dark Cupid episode in the reverse-crush au, so basically: 

  • Marinette tries to write a love poem to chat noir and throws it away in the class wastebasket
  • Adrien picks it up and thinks it’s for him
  • he writes a response love poem to Marinette (on green paper) 
  • Plagg snatches it up to tease him and he forgets to sign it after he gets it back
  • too shy to give it to her in person, he slips it into the Dupain-Cheng’s mailbox
  • Marinette assumes from the green paper that Chat, mysteriously, got her letter and this is his response 
Dating Lance Would Include..


PROMPT?:  Could you please do a dating Lance (Voltron) would include please?

A/N: gahhh I feel like I haven’t posted in forever. Anyways, I’m getting a personal chromebook soon so writing should hopefully be more constant.

  • Honestly kinda hating Lance when you first meet him.
  • Arrogant.
  • Cheesy.
  • Stubborn.
  • Stupidly atttractive?
  • Must you go on?
  • Then, he kinda started to grow on you.
  • It’s gross at first and you tried your hardest to keep hating him.
  • But it’s inevitable.
  • You had a crush on Lance McClain.
  • Every time Lance called you a cheesy pet name, you regretted letting that mutual crush turn in dating.
  • Honey bun.
  • Kitten.
  • Sweet cheeks.
  • Hot piece of ass. (rightfully reserved for special times)
  • Regretting even further the bad pick up lines.
  • Or pick up “limes” (let it die lance)
  • Realizing how clingy he is.
  • Seeing a dark side of Lance sometimes and understanding why he’s clingy.
  • Stopping him from getting in a lot of trouble or doing stupid things.
  • Being like, 85% of him impulse control.
  • Loving your stupid idiot regardless of how much you believe he loves that lion more than you.
Wolf Creek (Part 2)

Cowboy!Steve x Reader AU

Summary – You and Steve were supposed to have spent the rest of your lives together, but lies and betrayal tore you apart.  A family tragedy forces you to leave your life in the city and return to the Montana ranch you used to call home. Can you and Steve forget the past and find love again?

Warnings – None

Word Count – 1,473

Notes –  Well, Steve didn’t make it into this part, but he’ll definitely be in the next part. That’s when things really start to get interesting.  I’m still so excited for a bearded Steve Rogers, in boots and a cowboy hat, sitting on a horse!!!  Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!  As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

Part 1

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“I’m sure Bailey can talk to the family, explain what happened. I can make the arrangements, go with you to your apartment.  I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

You took Mark’s face in your hands as you gently kissed his cheek. “Thank you, you’re the best friend in the world.  Right now, what I need is some time alone to process all of this.  I would feel better if you talked to Mr. Frampton, you were there in the OR, and you’ll be able to answer his questions better than Miranda can.”

You slowly got up off the couch and grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on the edge of Miranda’s desk to dry your eyes.  Mark walked up behind and wrapped his arms around you.  “If that’s what you want, you know I’ll do anything for you.  You just have to ask.”

You turned around to face him.  “I appreciate it, Mark.  I may just take you up on that.  I haven’t been home in years, but I guess it’s finally time I made it back to Wolf Creek, even if it is to say goodbye one last time.”


You changed out of your surgical scrubs and made your way toward your car.  It had just started raining and you thought that the weather fit your mood perfectly at the moment.  You sat in your car, watching the water run down the windshield as the tears ran down your cheeks.  You thought of all the missed opportunities you’d had over the years to spend time with your father.  You hadn’t been home since you’d left for college, and now regret was sitting heavily upon your heart.  Thankfully, he’d been to Seattle a few times over the years, so you’d had a chance to at least see him before he died.

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Childhood Friends and Adult Foes - A Prompt List

Anonymous said: Ahhhh your prompts are A M A Z I N G. could you do some where the villain becomes the possessive hero’s prisoner?? maybe they were close friends years ago???

Anonymous said: Lol so i loved your prompts of villains taking care of their sick heroes. Could we have heroes taking care of their sick villain? Extra points if the villain is whiny and clingy xd

wanderingmind18 said:Hello! Could you do a prompt where a hero helps an injured/sick villain or vice versa? If that’s already been done, then sorry for asking twice but can you please direct me to it? Thank you so much! Your prompts are always inspirational :)

Anonymous said:more hero and villain childhood friends prompts? 

1) “I promised I’d save you,” the hero said. 
The villain glared up at them, expression edged feral and desperate. “I don’t want your help! I don’t need your help! There’s nothing wrong with me.” 
“They’d kill you if they caught you, after what you’ve done,” the hero said, as if they hadn’t even heard the villain. “So for your own safety, I’m going to keep you here for a while.” They knelt down, looking at earnestly at their enemy, cupping hold of their face. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”
“If you wish that - fucking uncuff me!”

2) The hero looked down at the villain, pallid on the bed, bent over and wracked with coughs that hacked through their lungs so hard it made tears spring to their eyes. They couldn’t help reaching out, rubbing their back, fussing over pillows, stroking their hair. They couldn’t help noticing, too, the way that the villain melted into touches with fever-glazed eyes. Docile. Nasty as anything otherwise, when they felt so wretched, but instantly docile at a touch. It would be very wrong to feel powerful. Not proper. And yet - they wished it was that easy to render their enemy harmless normally.

3) “Don’t look at me like that,” the villain rasped. They appeared utterly pitiful - hair lank and greasy, eyes bagged, nose blocked and reddened, shivering with temperature. “Like we’re still friends. We’re not friends. Don’t do this. I don’t need your help!”
“Of course you don’t,” the hero agreed placidly. “This isn’t help, it’s guard duty. You’re no use to us dead.” And if that was a truth, but not the whole truth, they looked away. Tried not to be hopelessly reminded of the young kid they used to know, because oh the villain seemed so much younger like this. 

4) “You forget, I know you.”
“You think-” 
“-I know you,” the hero said, more fiercely now, flatly. “I know how you think, your fears, your dreams, your first crush. I was your best friend. So drop the fucking act and tell me what the hell you’re playing at that or I’m calling your mother.” 
The villain gaped at that. 

5) “How exactly did you manage to wangle getting me into your custody?”
“Save the world once, people will give you anything you want,” the hero said. “Perhaps you should have tried it.”
“Anything in the world you could have and you picked me? I’m flattered,” the villain purred to hide their unease. “Feeling guilty that you didn’t nip me in the bud back when we were kids?”
“Guilty? No,” the hero said. “But you are my responsibility, and you know I take my responsibilities seriously.”
 It sounded rather like a threat and the villain shifted. “Ah, you shouldn’t have. Wouldn’t want to put you out. I’m sure there’s plenty of prisons you could come and visit me in to perform your heroic duties.”
“Plenty of prisons you can escape from, you mean?” The hero tugged them inside. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you. The world doesn’t know what to do with you.”
“But you do?”
The hero smiled. 

BTS REACTS TO: Accidentally hurting their s/o’s feelings

Anon Asked: Hello!! Can I request for a bts reaction to accidentally hurting their gf’s feelings? Thank you lovely❤️

I’m taking the more unpopular route. This isn’t gonna be some angsty shit where their s/o is like… crying or whatever. I just think the dramatic “i hate you [y/n]” and [y/n] like… erupts into a depressive fit is so overplayed and it’s not at all relatable - or realistic for that matter. (no offense to other reaction blogs i love y’all. this is all T no shade)

ANYWAYS, I’m switching “gf” to “s/o” because I want this to be inclusive for everyone. Gender Neutrality is encouraged, guys. Please keep it as neutral as your request can possibly get. - Admin Dayna


What Happened

You finally cracked the login to your old Facebook account and thought it would be funny to show Jin your pre-glo up selfies. You know… the ones with the myspace edits. It was fun and all. Seokjin for the most part had trouble believing it was you in the pictures he was seeing. You’d cringe, but he was just floored with laughter - you couldn’t help but laugh with him, too. It was contagious. 

At some point, you scrolled onto a group picture of yourself and some friends. Jin - still having trouble putting the person in the pictures together with you - pointed at you specifcally in the group picture.

“[y/n]! You thought you looked bad back then? Look at this person!”

*insert your reaction here*

*insert Jin’s reaction here* “Is that you?!”

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What Happened?

For the first time in a long while, Yoongi had enough free time on his hands to do something with you. Usually, the two of you stuck around at home and spent the little time with one another under a blanket drifting off during what was supposed to be a movie night. However, Yoongi was feeling a lot more upbeat than usual, and had suggested a night out. Restaurant reservations were made hours ahead of time. Yoongi was already dressed up, and you were putting the finishing touches to your look. 

At the time he was trying to be slick, making side comments about how long it was taking you to get dressed. You, for the most part, either ignored him completely, or made smartass clap backs when the occasion arises. 

However, when you were actually done getting dressed, Yoongi made a comment that got under your skin. 

“All this time, [y/n] and your hair isn’t even done.”

*insert your reaction here* 

”My hair was the first thing I did.”

“insert Yoongi’s reaction here*

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There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx

You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 

*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.

Jumin Cheating Fan Fic~ Final Chapter.

Warning! This has some self harm/ suicide triggers!! do not read if that bothers you! - Admin Abby

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Also the song is If you don’t know by Five Seconds of Summer

Saeran felt anxiety feel his chest as you hadn’t been answering your phone. He had knew about what happened with a Jumin but had decided that giving you time was best. He had enough of guilt eating at him and immediately tracked your phone, finding that you were at your old apartment. He sped there, not caring about the dangers that could’ve happened. 

 Once he had gotten to your apartment he knocked several times but still got no response.

 "MC! Open the door! I know your in here!“ He yelled and got more anxious as time passed and you still hadn’t opened the door.

 He looked around and saw a small key in the plant you had beside your door. He quickly unlocked the door and raced to your room. The bathroom was blaring with music and the light was on. He banged on the door, calling out your name.

 "MC, open the fucking door!” He screamed, hoping you would hear him over the loud music.

 He kicked open the door and the horrific sight in front of him made him weak to his knees. His best friend, whom he had been in love with for the last four years, was lying on the floor bleeding to death.

 Rage had filled his gut. It was has all his fault. If it doesn’t for him, you would’ve still been here. Or maybe he was too slow? How’ve he let you get away so easily? How did you slip right through his fingers? He hadn’t gotten to your house in time. Your limp body was already on the floor, blood all over your clothes. You looked pale, lifeless. Hot tears poured out of his eyes as the memories of you flooded into his mind. Your beautiful smile and contagious laugh.

 The first time he had ever talked to you, he still regrets that day. The way he treated you now. He never knew that he would ever fall in love. He would crush anyone that hurt you. He held your light body in his arms as his tears dripped onto your pale face. He had called an ambulance and rocked your lifeless body in his arms. How had he let you slip right through his finger tips? He was used to people coming and going but with you it was different.

 I want you to want me to stay

 He wanted you to be with him. He couldn’t lose you. You were the person he was the most scared to lose. You had helped him though all his problems. You had believed him and had hope in him even when he did terrible things to you and treated you like you were worthless. You were all he wanted but you fell in love with another man before he had the chance to confess. 

 And I need you to need me to stay

 He needed you. All he needed was you to be okay. You still had a heart beat. He tried to stop the bleeding however he couldn’t control his tears and his sobs. The fear of losing you was becoming too real. He held you tight against his body and laid a kiss upon your forehead.

 "You idiot. I thought you were stronger than this. You saved me so I’ll the same for you. I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have let you go with that stupid rich kid. I’ll fix you like you fixed me. I’ll crush whoever tries to hurt you again.“ He choked as his sobs got in the way.

 The nurses had rushed in the house and picked up your limp body, placing it on the stretcher. 

 If you don’t know then just let me go

 Jumin didn’t know how to feel when he got the news of you attempting suicide. He felt his heart stop and his blood run cold. He wanted to rush to the hospital and see you immediately but he felt like such a coward. All his stupid mistakes could’ve led to your death. Just the thought of you being gone forever broke him. He didn’t deserve you. After everything he did, he knew you deserved better. Maybe he should just let you go. Let you be free. He had left you to deal with all the pain and suffering while he was with another woman.

 "Babe?” His mistress called out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

 He stood up and pushed her hand off his shoulder.

 "I have to go. When I come back I expect you to not be here. I don’t want to have this relationship with you where I do not reciprocate the same feelings. I am sorry.“ He stated before exiting the room.

 "Driver Kim, please drive me to the hospital. I need to be there immediately. I am in a rush, so please hurry.” He said and got into the back of his limousine.

 Time seemed to be going in slow motion while he was being driven to the hospital. Guilt was eating away at him. He would never forgive himself for hurting the person that was so precious to him. He wanted you. He loved you. He wouldn’t let you go if his life depended on it. He never knew how tight a grip he had on your heart. He had completely ripped your heart out and broke it into a million pieces. He hadn’t expected you to ever forgive him. He won’t ever forgive himself for hurting you to such an extent to where you thought that suicide was the only answer.

 As he arrived to the hospital, his heart raced. He rushed to your room after singing in.

 Saeran’s eyes darkened with anger as the saw him.

 "What the hell do you think you’re doing here?! You don’t deserve to see her! You fucking asshole! You’re a poor excuse for a man!“ Saeran yelled in his face as he grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

 "If she doesn’t survive I swear to god I’ll kill you.” He growled and swung his fist hard against his face, letting him go.

 Jumin winced at the pain and grabbed his cheek. “I know I do not deserve her, however I will try my best to make sure she survives. I will-“ 

 "Just shut up already. Your voice is irritating me.” Saeran growled.

 Go ahead rip my heart out, if you think that’s what loves all about

 Jumin straightened out his jacket and walked into the hospital room. His heart dropped as he saw your small frame on the bed hooked up to machines. He sat on the chair next to your bed.

 "MC, I am so sorry for everything that I’ve done. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I love you. I made terrible mistakes that I regret. I never meant to hurt you. I know I don’t deserve such a wonder person like you. I am sorry that I’ve caused you so much pain to the point of you finding the need to end your life. I know you are stronger than this. I need you to fight okay? I can’t lose you. I need you. The RFA needs you. Please just-“ he interrupted by sound of the heart monitor going flat.

 Tears started to fill his eyes realizing what that meant.

 "M-MC! No! Someone help!” He called out as he felt his blood run cold and his hands shake.

 Nurses and doctors rushed and lead out the door.

 He couldn’t breathe. He felt his whole world come crashing down. You were gone. There was no going back anymore. He could never fix his mistakes. His heart was beating fast and the world around him seemed to be blurred.

 There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Just a world of darkness that was swallowing him up. There was nothing left for him. Never in his life had he ever felt this much pain before. He never even had the chance to say good bye.

 The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.

Stupid Idiot

Chris Jericho/OC. For Anon: Reader has a crush on another wrestler. In hopes of impressing this dude she agrees to a threesome he wants, but she gets terribly left out and ultimately leaves. Chris finds her all tearful in the elevator and gets a clingy earful when he tries to find out if she’s okay. She doesn’t believe him when he says what an idiot this dude is, until he makes her believe it back in his room.

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Request:  Number 16 Aaron burr. Where Alexander somehow blackmails or dares Aaron to ask the reader out with a cheesy pick up line. Please? <3

Prompt 16:  “You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend/partner” “And you look exactly like the person I turn down two seconds from now.”

Pairing: Aaron Burr x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,783

Warning: None

A/N: Here it is! Finally, an Aaron imagine for you Burr-loving rascals. Hope you enjoy!

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confidenceatitsfinest  asked:

Immy, my cheese wheel ❤️ Here's a request for you~ College au, "innocent" freshman Jeon Jungkook meets hot dance captain Park Jimin. Kookie develops a crush immediately but it turns out, Jimin really knows how to flirt until Jungkook is a puddle of goo. Bring out those cheesy pick up lines and one liners ;)

Hey Rinny deary, I hope you like this. I tried to make it cheesy just the way you like it :) Let’s get to the jikook shall we~

+ When Jeon Jungkook entered college, he didn’t expect to get hooked on someone so quickly and immediately.

+ He made friends easily with his roommate Taehyung, and through him met many of his friends, including his boyfriend Hoseok, a member of one of the university’s elite dance teams.

+ When Tae wants to visit Hobi at practice, he drags Jungkook along so that he isn’t watching alone. “Do I seriously have to go?” “Of course you do. I don’t want to be alone and how else are you going to meet some hot as fuck dancers?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics.

+ But that’s where Jungkook had met Park Jimin, dance captain. And that’s also where he would fall. Deep.

+ While Tae tried to talk to Jungkook during the practices, Jungkook’s eyes would be completely transfixed on the beauty that was Park Jimin. “Jungkook did you hear a word I just said?” “Mmhmm…” “—or were you too busy staring at Jimin’s ass?” Jungkook almost chokes on air. “What? No!” Tae doesn’t believe him.

+ The first time Jimin actually talked to him was when Hoseok introduced them to each other after practice. Jungkook had never been so frozen and tongue-twisted in his entire life until that moment. Jimin had only chuckled in amusement. “He’s shy isn’t he?” He says to Taehyung before continuing. “—And cute too.”

+ Jungkook swears he melted into a puddle.

+ Jungkook begins to hang out with all of them more, and with Taehyung’s friends, came Jimin. So it was safe to say he was in a constant frenzy.

+ Jimin had taken a quick liking to Jungkook, especially with teasing him, because the reactions from the younger were especially amusing.

+ He would walk up to Jungkook and say things like: “Hey Jungkook I like your outfit, lemme take you out in it, say, tonight?” Jungkook’s heart would stop in its tracks and he would become incredibly flustered. “Oh—I um—” “Relax Jungkook, I was only joking. You’re too easy to mess with.” Jimin would always say with a smile.

+ Jimin is always lightly flirting with him and playing with his hair, Jungkook doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

+ Jungkook starts going to Jimin and Hobi’s competitions with Tae. “Why do you want to go so badly anyways?” “Oh you know…supporting my friends.” “Are you sure it’s not to see Jimin?” “Don’t be ridiculous Tae.” (it actually was the reason)

+ When Jungkook got more comfortable handling Jimin’s antics. He started agreeing to study with the older and grabbing lunch with him between classes.

+ Sometimes he would hold Jungkook’s hand while they were out and confirm they were a couple to waitresses that would ask. “Jimin?! Why did you say that? We aren’t dating.” Jimin would only chuckle. “Relax Jungkook, have a little fun! And besides, couples get discounts.” Jungkook merely rolled his eyes, but deep down, maybe he did want something more.

+ Jungkook starts going to Jimin’s late night solo practices at the studio, but brought books along so he can study while Jimin dances. (He never ended up studying—only watching Jimin)

+ Jimin would give him sweet smiles through the mirrors on the wall and sometimes make funny faces at Jungkook to make him flush.

+ One night at the studio, Jimin finally brings it up. “Jungkook, if the teasing really bothers you. I’ll stop, you know that right?” Jungkook couldn’t fathom the thought of Jimin no longer being affectionate with him. It wasn’t right. So for once, he spoke up.

+ “No. Don’t stop. Never,” he says, getting up to sit next to Jimin against the mirrors. Jimin looked taken aback by the response. “Well good, because I mean it all.” It was Jungkook’s turn to be surprised at the confession

+ He was also surprised when he found himself pushing Jimin up against the mirror to kiss him. Maybe along the way, Jimin had taught this shy freshman how to be bold

+ Bonus: The next day it was obvious the two were together now and all their friends knew. “You guys are cute and all, but next time you decide to suck faces in the studio, I’d suggest locking the door,” Taehyung says flatly. And maybe shy freshman Jungkook wasn’t completely gone as he hid his face into Jimin’s chest.

(W)rapped Around Her Finger

Originally posted by btsleepy

A/N: I had my first request sent into my inbox. Thanks for trusting me enough to write something for you, I feel like what I write is trash. I don’t want to make this a series but I can see this being longer than one part haha. ALSO I suck at coming up with titles as you can see

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

Pairing: J-hope x Reader (Ugh I love this little ball of sunshine so much I can’t stop writing about him.)

Summary: You and J-hope are both rappers and he seems to have a huge crush on you although you have always failed to see it. 

Genre: Angst,Fluff.

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Morning Run

More Tom Hiddleston now

Word Count: 1,207

Summary: You go on your ‘usual’ morning run when you get distracted

AN: Another just generally cute one shot that I had in storage. Decided to post it because I’m still having trouble writing anything new without throwing in lots of my usual angst. Hope you like it! 

Mwahh - Jess

“Bye-bye, Charlie.” You spoke in a baby voice and pet your dog’s head before walking out the door and checking your shoelaces for the fifth time this morning.

It was a pretty normal day. Everything was on time. The sky was clear, You could see Mrs. Corey walk out wave at you from her cute little green porch, and the cute dog from down the street was running around his owner’s garden.

Then his owner came out.

This dog was cute. This man was gorgeous. He was slim but his tank top showed off his obviously existent biceps and forearms. The same with his shorts which showed off sculpted calves. His name was Tom, which you inquired when you bumped into him during your usual morning run, distracted by your phone ringing profusely.

He went on morning runs too. You wondered why you’d never bumped into him before. His house was only around the block from yours. You thought you would’ve at least-


Your thoughts were very much interrupted by not only the scream that came from your own mouth or the ditch that you had managed to miss while looking at the God of a man but the throbbing pain that ran up your leg from your ankle. Also, the fact that you were now on the ground.

“Ow, ow, ow,” You repeated over and over, squeezing your eyes shut and holding your leg near your ankle tightly. You groaned and threw your head back before hearing a voice.

Like velvet and melted chocolate and British.

“Are you okay?” You opened my eyes and looked up, trying to focus through the tears forming in your eyes to see Tom standing over you.


The pain shook your thoughts away and turned back to Tom who was now looking at your ankle. “What happened?”

“There was a pothole over there. My foot must have fallen into it,” You explained through slightly gritted teeth, trying, and failing, to hide the pain.

“It looks like a sprain,” He finished looking around your foot and turned back to you, “We need to put some ice on this. Come on.” He finished and moved around you before hooking his arms under your knees and shoulders.

He lifted you up and you immediately started squirming, just not being comfortable and not wanting to look like a helpless child in front of your secret neighbor crush.

“Hey, hey, It’s just a sprain. You can put me down. I can walk,” You continued squirming in his arms and struggled when he looked at you with a raised eyebrow before mumbling a short, “okay”

So he did put you down, but when you tried to walk, a searing pain shot up your leg and you instantly stumbled, grabbing on to Tom’s shoulder and him reaching out his arm in front of you.

“Ow, ow, it hurts, it hurts, I can’t-” You were interrupted by Tom picking you up again, “Come on. Let’s get inside.” He spoke again and you blushed.

His dog barked and jumped wanting to play and Tom shushed him before finally entering his front door. He set you down on a counter before moving to the back, you assumed, to get some ice so you took the time to admire his house.

It was cute and very cozy. It had cream colors flourishing the walls and carpet, matching the classic reds and browns of his furniture. It also had pale curtains, allowing light to seep in, making the room just as bright.

“Here’s some ice. You should probably avoid using that foot for a while,” Tom spoke and came out of from the back, handing me a block of ice wrapped in a thin towel.

“Uhh, thanks,” you replied simply

What do you do when you’re in an almost stranger’s house and he’s kinder than your family’s parish priest?

“Y/N, right? I remember you bumping into me a while ago,” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but admire that laugh. You chuckled back and murmured, “Yeah.”

The two of you talked most of the day. He made tea and you told him one day you’d teach him how to bake cookies. You actually became friends with this mystery God-man. Although, after a few more laughs, you decided it was probably time to get home.

“I should, uh, go.” You said and Tom’s face dropped into a small frown that you caught but then he looked at the time and looked back at you. “I’m so sorry. You probably had something to do.”

“I didn’t,” You chuckled at him and tried to calm his fidgeting, “Charlie just might be worried about me. It’s not exactly like me not to return after my morning runs.”

His face seemed to drop even more after his eyes widened. He nodded and stood up, smiling at you, “Let’s get you home then.”

He brought you around the block in his car and seemed to fidget a lot more. “I’m sorry again. I hope Charlie doesn’t get mad at you.”

“Would you like to meet him? I’m sure he’d love to meet the man who saved my ankle,” You laughed again before limping out, still clutching the thin towel that Tom had given you and waiting for Tom to get out.

He nervously got out of the car and walked you up to your front door and you opened it for him. Charlie immediately running towards you and jumping up and down.

“Hey, there. Who’s this?” Tom crouched down and scratched behind your dog’s ears. “This is Charlie. He’s large but it’s all love.”

Tom looked up at you like you had two heads and then looked back at the dog in front of him before standing up and letting out a prolonged, “ooh.”

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, explaining how he thought Charlie was your boyfriend and you both laughed it off.

“Would it matter if he was?”

“Well, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much if he knew the guy from around the block was crushing on his girl,” He spoke nervously and looked up at you. You and your gaping mouth.

“Sorry, I just. You’re really-”

You silenced him with a kiss on his cheek before giggling, “I like you too, Tom. Where would I be if you hadn’t been there to save me?”

“On the pavement?” He replied and you both laughed again.

You both agreed to hand out soon before hugging and him walking back to his car. You sighed dreamily and watched him drive away when you realized. You don’t have his number or last name. You knew where he lived but, come on. You groaned and plopped back on your couch.

Your foot started to hurt again so you grabbed the thin towel and saw the markings that Tom left. It was smudged from the melted ice but still, it put a smile on your face. It was his number with a note, some words crossed out and someone obviously attempting to erase them.

‘Call me. Or not. I mean you don’t have to. I really like you.’ You giggled and immediately saved his number, promising never to miss your morning runs.

Accidental Relationship

From a request on tumblr by anonymous, “Can you do a Gaston x reader with numbers 71, 76, and 83 please?” 71. “Kiss me, quick!” 76. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…” 83. “It’s always been you.”

It was a quiet day in this poor, provincial town. Same as it always is. I went into the market to pick up more ink for my quill, but as I was walking to the stand that sold it, I accidentally bumped into someone. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going…” my voice trailed off as I looked at the person I ran into. Gaston, of all people. I have had a bit of a crush on him ever since I first moved into town. I’ve always tried to avoid him, just because I was horrified that I would make a fool of myself.         

 "Ah, yes! Just the beautiful lady I was looking for,“ Gaston said with a smirk on his face. My face flushed a light shade of pink at those words. 

 "Why were you looking for me?” I ask, with a hint of curiosity in my tone. 

 "Yes, well, you see Y/N, I need you to pretend we’re dating.“ he explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

 "I beg your pardon? We have to pretend to date each other?” I ask, chuckling a little bit. 

 "Yes, but just for tonight. Unless you don’t want to pretend,“ He says with a smirk. "You see, I am hosting a dinner tonight at the tavern and everyone I have invited is bringing a date, and the host can’t show up without a date! That’s just unheard of! They asked who I was bringing, and you were the first woman that came to mind.” He explains. “So, would you like to join me tonight for dinner?” He asks me with a hopeful look in his eyes. 

“O-Of course,” I mutter, my face presumably as red as his coat now. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up around 5:30 tonight.” He says with a grin. 

“I guess I’ll see you then,” I say as I walk off and go to buy my ink and head home.         

                                            *Later in the evening* 

I had invited Belle over to help me get ready. She’s known about my liking for Gaston for a while. We still had a lot of time before I had to get ready, so I grabbed a book and so did Belle. I got lost in my book and completely lost track of the time. 

 I look up from my book a while later to look at the clock. “5:15?! Gaston’s coming to pick me up in 15 minutes!” I hop off of my couch and race to my room. “I don’t even have a dress picked out!" 

 Belle chuckles, "Why are you so worried? It’s just for tonight. Plus, I don’t think he’ll care that much about your appearance, I think he’s just glad you accepted the date." 

 "I know, but it’s with friends of his. If they’re anything like him, they have really high expectations and I want to impress them.” I explain as I start grabbing dresses out of my closet and laying them out on my bed. There were three options. A red dress (Think of Maria Reynolds from Hamilton), a purple one, and a mint green dress. (I’m just using the styles of the dresses from Hamilton for this, I’m too lazy to research.) 

 "Well, they’re all great, but I think the red one suits you the best.“ Belle says as she hands it to me. "When you finish getting dressed, come out and show me. Then I’ll help you with your hair.” She walks out of my bedroom and I put the dress on. 

 About 10 minutes later I’m finally finished. My hair is done like Belle’s, she wanted to see how it would look on me, and I have simple nude makeup with a dark pink lipstick shade. I sat on my couch and waited for him to arrive. 

 "Y/N, please be honest with me, what do you see in Gaston?“ Belle asks me. 

"Well, he’s very handsome,” I say as Belle chuckles. “But really, I don’t think he’s as much as a jerk as one would think. When he had asked me earlier, he was kind of nervous and actually seemed relieved that I accepted the date. I think he just acts all big and jerk-like around people to feel confident. I mean, that’s what I would do-” I’m interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. 

“He’s here.” I whisper to Belle as I start to get up from the couch. “Do you think he heard anything I said?” I ask Belle with a look of fear plastered on my face. 

 "I don’t think so,“ Belle chuckles. "Don’t worry Y/N, it’ll be fine. Let me know how it goes.” She says as she heads into the other room. 

 As I open the door I am greeted by Gaston with a bouquet of roses in his hand. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” Gaston smirks and hands the roses to me. 

 "Thank you.“ I giggled and put the roses in a vase and walked over to him. 

"Shall we get going?” he asked. 

 "We probably should.“ I chuckle.

 "Have you been to the tavern before?” he asks as we’re nearing it, already hearing how loud it is from outside. 

 "I haven’t. I’ve been meaning to go, but never had the time.“ I reply, feeling a little nervous. "I’m not one to drink, so this will be new." 

 "Don’t worry, everyone will be paying attention to me tonight, so I don’t think they’ll care how well you can hold your rum.” He explains. 

We walk in an awkward silence for a few minutes until we arrive. He gives me his arm, and I link my arm through his and we walk in. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, “It’s just a few friends.” He explains. “You’ve met LeFou before, haven’t you?" 

 "Yes, I have. He’s very friendly, a lot friendlier than I had assumed.” I answer. 

“He’s here too, so you will have someone to talk to while I’m talking with my friends.” He says, pointing to a group of men and women around a table as we walk in. 

My shoulders relax as I feel a bit of the tension lift off of my shoulders. At least now I can enjoy myself a bit. 

 "So,“ he says with a smirk. "Are you ready to pretend-date me?” “As ready as I’ll every be.” I chuckle. Here goes nothing. I just hope I don’t mess up anything for him. 

“Ah, Gaston! So glad that you could finally join us.” LeFou exclaims as he motions for us to join them at their table. “And this must be Y/N. So glad to finally meet you, we’ve heard so much about you." 

I blush a deep shade of crimson. "It’s very nice to be here. I’ve never actually been here before, so everything here is a bit new to me. It’s lot cozier and welcoming than I had expected.” I say as Gaston pulls out a chair for me. “Why, thank you.” I say as I sit down and Gaston grabs a chair and sits next to me. Maybe this could be better than I had anticipated. 

We had been there for about an hour now, and I’ve quiet enjoyed myself so far. I’ve talked with LeFou most of the time, Gaston was right, all they wanted to talk about was him and how amazing his hunting skills are. 

 As I’m taking a sip of my drink, LeFou leans over to me and says, “You know, I know you and Gaston aren’t really dating." 

I’m taken aback by this. "Are we not selling it?” I ask him. “Not really,” he replies, “You haven’t even talked to each other yet. Even Stanley isn’t buying it, and him and I think that you two would be great for each other." 

I feel my face heating up at this. "What should I do then?” I ask with a worried tone. 

“Kiss him.” LeFou replies with a smirk. 

“You know what, I’m pretty sure this is the rum talking, but I’ll do it.” I reply with a smirk of my own. I lean over to Gaston and whisper, “Kiss me, quick!” He looks at me with a look of shock spread on his face. 

 "I didn’t realize you were this desperate. Why so all of a sudden?“ He asks. 

"LeFou says he’s not buying us.” I say. 

 "If you insist.“ His face bent down over mine in slow motion, like a dream, blurred, and then disappeared as I felt his soft lips close over mine. (I’m sorry, I’ve never written kissing before, so please bear with me.) 

We’re interrupted by the sound of whistling and howling coming from everyone else at the table. I pull away, looking down, with my face flushed and heating up. 

"Did that do it for you?” Gaston whispers in my ear, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. 

 "Y-Yes. Very much indeed.“ I say as I look at Le Fou and he nods in approval. 

"That was great” he mouths to me. 

I shrug and mouth, “I tried." 

 After about 15 more minutes of hearing more of Gaston’s stories about the war, every one else decides to leave, leaving me and Gaston alone to walk home. 

 We finally reach my house, but as I’m about to unlock the door, there was something I needed to know. 

 "So Gaston,” I ask turning around to face him, “Of all of the girls in the village, why did you chose me? I mean, there’s Belle, the Bimbettes, there’s-” I say as he cuts me off. 

 "Y/N, can’t you see? It’s always been you. You’re the only girl in town that I’ve wanted. Ever since you moved here, I’ve been absolutely smitten. And as I got to know you and see you interact with the other people in town, I realized how hard it would be to win you over. So, I tried to move on and try to woo Belle over. But hell, she’s very stubborn as well. It just wouldn’t do. And since I needed a date tonight, I was hoping you would accept. And I’m so glad that you did. Now, I was hoping that maybe this wouldn’t be just a one time thing, if that’s alright with you.“ He confesses, during a dark shade of red as well. 

 "You know what,” I say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I think I’d love that.”

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Kylo, as Ben, grew up with Leia brushing and braiding his hair. Hux grew up brushing and braiding Maratelle's hair. Neither of them considers this childhood memory to be particularly GOOD, but one day, Hux finds himself brushing and braiding Kylo's hair, the old habit back in force--and Kylo finds that it isn't unpleasant at all.

(Ahhh, yes yes!)

Most of Hux’s inferiors probably think that he does not welcome touch, or seek it out. They probably imagine that he would flinch away, or show his claws–react in some way like a cat, all arched back and hair fluffed. Certainly he would not lean into that touch, or try and initiate some warmth of his own. Try to touch anyone else, unless it was a slap, or grabbing someone’s chin to hold someone’s gaze under his, to watch them wither.  

Certainly not. In public. 

But the rules are different behind closed doors. Aren’t they always? Isn’t everyone someone else, undressed? Hux out of uniform is someone entirely new, as if his persona is indelibly etched into the meticulous layers of black and red, and when the clothes come off, something loosens. His snarls become witticisms, his scowls become playful frowns. It should be a contradiction in terms. It isn’t. Hux is not exactly forward in his affections–does not go running into Ren’s arms, struggles when Ren tries to pick him up with only a quarter of his strength. But he likes touching Ren. Likes doting on him, if it could be believed.

Not, Ren believed, that Hux would phrase it that way. But what else would you call this? Running his hands through his hair, cleaning his face with a warm cloth to wipe away a spot of blood or dirt. Running his nails along Ren’s arm.

“So many tangles,” Hux says, half-insulting, half-endeared.

“Not normally, I don’t have them,” Ren answers. It’s true. His hair is usually clean and brushed, just crushed and hot under the helmet. He closes his eyes at the feeling of Hux combing his fingers through his hair, then opens them again when he feels something else. Hairbrush.

“C’mon,” Hux says softly. “I’ll brush it out.”

The way his mother did when he was a kid. The same sort of strength and certainty, the way he works from one side over to the other. It has been years since someone else brushed his hair for him. So long that he almost reaches up to touch the little braid that has been gone for a very long time. 

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Ren murmurs. 

Hux snorts. “My stepmother used to make me do this.”

“And you got good.”

“I don’t believe in a job half-done,” Hux answers. 

“Don’t stop, now.”

No, Hux does not believe in a job half-done, and he is thorough about pulling away all the tangles. Ren is practically sighing, leaning back against him. 

“Do you have anything to tie it back?”

“Hm? Sure.” He tears himself away from the hypnotic feeling of the brush for a minute, just long enough to retrieve it, and then settles back down, practically in Hux’s lap. “Keep going?”

It is a question, not a demand. Hux, wordless, keeps going. Brushes some more, until the brush glides through his hair effortlessly, softly. Then he begins working at his hair, twisting it around. Ren closes his eyes and when Hux draws away, he reaches back to feel Hux’s handiwork.

“Just loose braiding,” Hux says, almost sheepish. Like he doesn’t want Ren to think the braids are meant to evoke anything else, from before. “Just got back in the habit, you know.”

Loose and messy, meandering. Ren’s hair’s not quite long enough to make a real braid with it, but a braid is in there somewhere. Certainly it doesn’t remind him of that time before. Something entirely new.

“You’re full of surprises,” Ren murmurs,feeling luxuriously cared for.

“Am I?” Hux asks, though he sounds like he already knows, and he enjoys it. 

Is It Love? / Barry Allen x Reader

Originally posted by hoffkk

Request: Hi there! Can I please have a Barry imagine where the reader works at Star Labs and has a love-hate relationship with Barry, then one day they admit their love to each other and Caitlin and Cisco caught them kissing and being sweet to each other in the Cortex.

Pairings: Barry Allen & Reader (Dating); Team Flash & Reader (Friends)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 636

A/N: “Yay! My first request! Thank you. I enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it! P.S. I made their relationship more like just disagreeing about things and not talking to each other that much. I hope it’s still okay, though. And it’s kind of short. Sorry.”

“Woohoo!” shouted Cisco while spinning his chair around.

Barry then sped back to Star Labs and caused a gust of wind that made your fresh morning coffee spill and your hair blow into your face.

“Really… again? I need to stop doing my hair in the morning,“ you say feeling annoyed.

“Sorry (Y/N),” says Barry before using his superspeed to clean up the mess.

“Why can’t you two get along?” asked Caitlin.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” you said tired and annoyed from your lack of sleep and caffeine.

“Okay… so um, who wants to get some Big Belly Burger?” asked Cisco awkwardly trying to break the silence.

“That would be great,” says Caitlin trying to help.

“I’m all right,” you tell her sounding tired.

“Yeah,” replied Barry before walking into another room.

Caitlin went to grab her jacket, while Cisco got his phone. Then, they both just left the cortex. You just sat down and started researching things online. And Barry, he just got on his modified treadmill and began to run with his super speed like usual. You then looked in your history book to try to find some information about someone. Then, suddenly you hear a crashing noise! Barry just passed out.

“Barry?!?!” you say while your heart pounded faster.

You run up to him and check his pulse. He was perfectly fine. It was weird, he was breathing, and his pulse was fine. So, you decided to get something smelly and put it on his nose to see if he would react. You ran out and got one of Cisco’s smelly socks. He leaves them at Star Labs just in case his shoes get super dirty. You made him do it because he dragged a trail of dirt when he came back from getting some samples with Caitlin.

You also might have made him clean it all up while dressing up as a bumble bee. It was unbelievable. Anyway, you got one of his smelly socks that you picked up with a pen. Well, it was Cisco’s, so it’s whatever. You ran up to Barry and put it near his nose.

“(Y/N)!!! That’s gross!!!” he shouted.

“I know. So, you weren’t unconscious. Why would you do that, though?” you asked curiously.

You had sort of a crush on Barry but acted like you didn’t. You didn’t mean to be cold, but you just stuck with it anyway.

“Uh well, I didn’t think you liked me… you always acted so cold to me. So, I tried to act cold to you too… The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” he says while a little pink blush rises to his cheeks.

“To be honest, I’ve liked you since I met you. I didn’t mean to sound or act cold. But, I just kind of stuck with it.” you say feeling embarrassed.

“Really…?” he says starting to form a smile.

“Yeah,” you reply starting to feel a blush on your cheeks.

You both lean in and kiss for a second. Then you kiss again and again.

“Big Belly Burger will always taste amazing,” says Caitlin.

“Yeah, di- woah…” Cisco says trailing off.

You both pull away quickly, blushes starting to form on everyone’s cheeks.

“Well, this is getting awkward…” says Cisco.

Then, suddenly the emergency ding went off. Cisco and Caitlin rush over to the monitor. “A bank robbery in progress at 5th Street by the Central City Park,” Cisco says. Barry speeds into his suit and goes off to save the day, like usual. “We are going to talk about this, (Y/N).” says Caitlin with a smirk.

“Definitely.” agreed Cisco.

Another red blush starts to form on your cheeks. But, it was worth it.

Requests Are Open & My Inbox Is Empty. :)

I think I finally know how I want Rodimus getting back to the Lost Light will go. For sure this time. No promises I don’t change my mind.

I want the mutineers to be beset by something only the people they exiled could have dealt with. And right in their darkest hour Rodimus and Co. show up. They take care of it. Brainstorm and Nautica head off to make sure the ship is functioning. Ratchet takes anyone with medical experience to help the wounded. And Rodimus is so mad he flames on. He gets so hot that his footsteps are slagging the ground and no one can touch him.

The whole way there Magnus, and Drift, and Megatron are trying to reason with him. Calm him down. He won’t even speak to them. He kicks a door open and finds Getaway. Getaway, being the little shit he is tries to fire on Rodimus but he gets the gun shot out of his hands.

He’s face to face with him now. Starting to beg. Rodimus reaches out to him…and grabs him by the Badge. Crushing it and turning it into slag, dripping around his fingers before he passes out from depleting his energy keeping his flames active for so long.

Drift makes sure Getaway doesn’t try anything else, while Magnus picks up Rodimus, and Megatron is amazed he didn’t kill him.

GOT7 Reaction | Hiding Your Face in their Chest When You’re Flustered

this wasn’t requested but i need more GOT7 on this blog they are my sons and also my husbands and i needed to do some fluff after writing that one bts reaction okay~~ alright my dudes help this is me whY AM I SO SMALL WHY ~Admin Hedgehog

Mark: Gosh he’s so embarrassed as well but he thinks you’re so cute and he can’t stand it he just buries his face in your hair and you guys are just this big puddle of cute squishy cinnamon rolls y'all are adorable

JB/Jaebum: he tries to be all “Oppa” but in actuality he’s screaming inside and trying not to hide his face in his hands bc you’re just so fucking cUTE HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE THAT ADORABLE (and you’re not Youngjae…how can u be cuter then youngjae he’s confused) 

Jackson: literally screams and picks you up and spins you until you’re both dizzy bc he cannot handle how cute you are doing that like he’s actually crushing your ribs together who needs a corset when you have Jackson Wang am i right

Jinyoung: he coos at you like you’re a small child and ur low key offended like excuse me i am a grOWNUP I DO NOT NEED THIS but he’s like nope~~ you’re too cute~~ ahh how can one person be so smol and adorable?? either that or he’s a savage asshole who makes fun of your red face therese only 2 ways this can go my friend RIP in peace @ you

Youngjae: awkward giggles all aroundddd!!! he’s also a Cute Smol Shy himself so by burying your face in his chest he’s afraid you can hear his heart going at least 8,000 miles per second he thinks he’s gonna pass out help him Jaebum how does he react to this amount of cuteness

Bambam: he’s nOT EASILY SWAYED BY CUTE THINGS BUT DAMMIT YOU’VE MADE HIM W E A K he tries to play off him being flustered by making a dirty joke but that just makes you laugh and be more embarrassed so you nuzzle his chest with your nose and he is g o n e he is a puddle 

Yugyeom: yes. this is it. this is what he lives for. he loves being tall in this moment like he gets a lot of shit from the hyungs for your guys hight difference sometimes but dammit he is so content right now. If you want him to do anything for you all u gotta do is A: back hug him or B: hug him and nuzzle his chest with your nose and he is putty in your hands he’d buy a house for you if you asked