basically yeah i think it would take them under a minute

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!

anonymous asked:

pls give us some fluffy klance headcanons i'm starving

i’m literally just.. gonna pick some stuff i saved in my drafts randomly lmao

  • the first time they properly hug, they have that classic “never letting go till someone starts coughing behind them” moment. when they realize for how much they’ve held each other, they separate at the speed of light blushing profusely
  • now that the paladins know there’s a space mall, lance is determined to ask keith on a date there, so he pretends they have to go for a mission. “soooo, coran told me we have to get something for him at the space mall and specifically said he wants you and me to go get it for him” “are you sure? i’ve talked to him 10 minutes ago and he didn’t mention anything?” “uh…yeah? he told me ‘cause i’m his favourite paladin duh!” “alright let’s go”. so once they’re there lance confesses there was no commission to do for coran he just wanted to ask him out and keith smiles fondly, takes his hand and they walk together around the shops
  • supposing lance was jealous of keith during 2x06, i want him to ask keith again about him and allura. “you know i just wanna make sure….not that i like you or anything…” “lance. you know there’s nothing between me and the princess i just wanted to see how long it would take for you to confess”
  • i’m not exactly fond of angst, but near death experience love confessions are starting to grow on me so there’s that
  • red and blue are married and therefore have a deep connection so they spill to their respective paladins what the other thinks of them and :)
  • or even better…. meeting some aliens that can read minds or something and one of them is like “the red paladin is in love with one of u” and lance *laughs nervously* “ahah it can’t be me right” keith: stares at the camera
  • i want!! more lance gushing over keith but this time keith actually hears him and does the same back. basically the next time he notices lance hanging around the hall, he brings shiro with him and starts talking about how amazing lance is and makes sure he hears him
  • lance being aware!!! of the effect his flirting has on keith to the point he flirts with him pratically everyday and keith doesn’t know if he can’t handle it and shiro has to listen to every of his love problems
  • keith being able to recognize lance’s smell. i assume he likes to put cologne and smell nice, so keith’s pining ass would probably recognize his scent even a mile away. “still no news on lance?” “he’s coming back. i can smell his perfume” “how the hell do you know that” “….. it’s a … galra thing” (it’s not)
  • keith dragging lance along his plan to help shiro and allura get together but in the process they manage to resolve their own feelings
  • once in an established relationship, i want them not only to be a power couple, but to be so proud of it they actually brag about it with the enemies they meet
  • lance coming up with the most silliest pick up lines just to make keith laugh: “are you a tv? because i would watch you all day” “lance please” “only the best pick up lines for the best boyfriend” “i’m pretty sure you’re talking about yourself then” hashtag plan backfired
  • keith struggling about finding lance a gift once he knows his bday is coming up, so he goes on a solo mission to try and find a planet that has nice flowers in it. but he doesn’t have the courage to give the bouquet to him, so he writes him a card and leaves them in front of his room’s door. “most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful boy i know” keith thinks he’s slick because lance doesn’t know his handwriting, but he actually does, so the next day lance puts a card under his door that said “thank you -L” and keith falls on the floor
  • lance was very popular in class back at the garrison because of his friendly personality and keith tells that to him one day and how much he actually wanted to be his friend and lance is like “you know….there was this guy at the garrison, he was good at many things, except talking to people. but…. i liked him anyway”
  • keith saying that he doesn’t smile often and lance retorting “you’re not that grumpy i’ve seen you smile” “what do you mean” “You know….that smile you do when your eyes are shining…. like y’all have seen right” shiro: lance i’m pretty sure you’re either imagining it or he smiles like that just at you. cue a very flustered lance leaving the room
  •  this is super overused but i love the idea of keith telling lance “I’ve already lost Shiro I can’t lose you too” and then hugging him
  • “are you a tree? because i pine for you” “lance why are you practising your pick up lines with me” “Ha..ha….of course….just…practising.”
  • if lance can surf i really want to see him teaching keith how to please beach episode i need you
  • blatant flirting!!!! without realizing that it’s flirting!!! which is basically what they do in canon but you know….basically a “everybody can tell except them” kind of situation
  • cheek kisses, because i live for them, even better if it’s something done on impulse and unexpected
  • keith watching lance proudly doing something and accidentally slipping “that’s my lance” out loud. shiro: i didn’t know you two were dating? keith: i left the stove open i gotta go
  • keith and lance have never actually referred to each other as friends and i want that this is not a romantic thing but i just need to hear them saying “he’s my friend” ya feel
  • lance meeting a very awake keith in the middle of the night and asking him what’s wrong. “trouble sleeping?” “yeah” “is it because you’ve been thinking about me? :3″ “GOODNIGHT LANCE”

ok i hope i satisfied you enough lol <3

When They Wake Up Next To You

{g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

•you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

•when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

•it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

•it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

•and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

•you’ll disappear

•once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

•(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

•kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

•but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

•falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual

[Lance]

•definitely woke up because you turned toward him

•opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

•the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

•the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

•you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

•he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

•just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

•rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

•kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

•I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

•bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

•goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

•God could he get used to this though.

[Keith]

•I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

•he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

•his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

•sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

•like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

•100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

•although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

•I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

•maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

•or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

•totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

•you: “keith ow wtf”

•keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff

[Hunk]

•omg please my pure chil d I love him sm

•OKAY ALL THE OTHER ONES SO FAR ALL LIKE KISSES ON THE FACE BUT IMMA TELL YOU NOW THAT HUNK DOESNT DO JUST THAT

•holds your hands

•rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

•just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

•already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

•besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

•let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

•you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

•he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

•tells you to go back to sleep

•if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

•coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”

[Pidge]

•as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

•ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

•you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

•you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

•allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

•when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

•you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

•she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

•touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

•everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

•her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

•most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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The Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by arophan

Imagine: You and Dan decide to give the fans what they want, and cute video of the internents favourite couple

A/N: I know this isn’t any thing about marvel but I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been watching all of Dan and hil’s videos and getting so many feelis. I just had to. Also I really should be doinf my German coursework, bit too late, Dan is more important

Warnings: Some swearing, implied smut but just fluff really

Word Count: 1955 (got a little carried away)


“Hello internet” Dan starts off with his iconic opener

“Today, I am joined by the wonderful Y/N, who you may also know as my girlfriend!” He exclaimed, giving out a laugh as your cue to jump into the camera view.

“Hey guys” You giggled, getting comfortable next to Dan

“Now you may be wondering what original video I have for you today, and let me tell you, it doesn’t get more original than this”

“We are doing the girlfriend tag!” You almost shouted, causing Dan to let out a rather loud groan.

“Jeez, lets tone it now my channel isn’t used to your happy attitude just yet” He joked, covering his ears

“Just because you literally only have the feeling of embarrassment, doesn’t mean I can’t be happy” You fire back, sending a smirk in his direction.

“Oh God, too much sass. I want Phil back” Your dork of a boyfriend joked

“Shut up, we kind of have a part of Phil with us now” You explained

“Really how so?” Dan played along

“Well, he did do the questions for us to answer”

“God knows what kind of weird stuff he has put in here; I don’t know if you guys have noticed but Phil is like obsessed with sharing our relationship with others. If he isn’t taking sneaky photos of us and tweeting them, then he is jumping into a room when we are together doing a live stream of us.”

As Dan continued to talk about his best friend, you couldn’t help but admire his perfect features. His big, wide smile that would light up a room. His unusually large dimple that you found so adorable. How he is constantly touching and checking if his hair looks okay, which of course it does. And his dark drowns eyes, that you could stare into for days.

“..Y/n?” You were abruptly ripped out of your thoughts by Dan waving a hand in front of your face

“Sorry” You blushed, red staining your cheeks as you realised Dan caught you staring at him and will most definitely keep this part in his video, because, well let’s face it, a bit of an arse.

“What were you so caught up about?”

“Just admiring the view” You jokingly sent back and big wink. Now it was Dan’s’ turn to blush, whist also letting out a laugh

“That was so cringe, I might just have to take it out of the video.” Dan spoke to the camera; he was definitely not taking that part out.

“Right so to start this video I’m going to put my hand into the hat and pull out a question. The questions are basically letting you guys know even more about our relationship and hopefully teaching us a bit more about each other” Dan explained.

“Ohhhh can I go first?” You excitedly asked. You couldn’t help it, there was something so fun about doing a video with your boyfriend.

“Of course”

You dove your hand into the hat, grabbing the first folded piece of paper you felt and pulled it out.

“Alright it says, ‘Where was our first kiss?’” For the second time you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I’m going to be so red this whole video, reckon you could like put a filter on me to make me look better?” You joked, however it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Dan laughed, before saying

“So do you want to answer or me?”

“You do it” You always loved hearing Dan talk about your relationship

“Alright, I remember it was our second date and we were just hanging in the living room eating pizza talking after just finishing up on the X-box. I was so nervous, just thinking about leaning in and possibly facing rejection and ruining it all. But then you made a joke out about anime and I knew I had to do it before someone else snatched you away” Dan smiled at the memory, you beaming right back at him.

“Then he just leant in and kissed me, obviously I didn’t turn down that face and now here we are two years later” You finished, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the fond memory.

“OK, next question” Dan stuck his hand in the hat rather ungracefully causing a few questions to topple out.

“Shit” he mumbled, throwing back three in the hat and reading out the remaining one on the floor.

“Finish this sentence ‘My girlfriend is a complete…..’” Dan stopped to think for a minute, you couldn’t help but anxiously wait for what he was going to say

“…..twat” He finally spoke. This caused you both to simultaneous burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching your stomach you couldn’t be surprised at what Dan said, it was so him. You knew Dan loved you with everything he had, it was very obvious. You guys didn’t have a mushy gushy relationship, it was more full of lots of jokes and banter, you guys were basically best friends,

“You are such and arse, why am I dating you?” You tried to sound upset, but the smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face gave it all away.

“You loveeeeee me really” He rather obnoxiously sung

“Actually Babe, I’m secretly in love with Phil and I only come round to your house on the chance that I will see my one true love” You lied, not helping but feel a bit weird by saying you like Phil, who was basically like a brother to you.

“That’s just mean, and a little gross” He complained

“Yeah I know; I have no clue why I said it” you giggled

“Right, my turn” You plunged your hand into the hat, pulling one out to read.

“‘Who wears the pants in the relationship?’ Ohh that’s hard” You thought.

“I know my answer” Dan said confidently

“Really? Alright let’s say our answers on three. One, two, three.”

This caused both of you to say ‘me’ at the same time.

“You’re kidding me right?” You said in disbelief to Dan

“What? Love, I’m always making the decisions”

“Babe, I literally always have to order for us at the cinema because you’re ‘too awkward to talk to new people’”

“Alright, alright I’ll give you that one, no need to share all my secrets on my channel”

Dan took out another piece of paper from the hat, causing yet again one to fall out.

“God, it’s clear to see who the clumsiest one of us is. And that’s hard because I could fall over standing still” You poked out at Dan.
“Leave me alone, you are so mean. So it says, ohhh this is interesting, ‘who is more jealous’?” Dan read.

“Ohhh, that is” You both took a minute to think about it, recalling moments when the other has been jealous. Most of these moments resulting in some seriously fun times together, and just by looking at Dan and the lazy smirk he wore you knew he was thinking about them. You kicked him in the shins, under the view of the camera causing him to jump a little, then answering.

“I feel like you get jealous more often, but it’s not as intense as when I get jealous.”
“Hmmm, yeah I reckon that’s fair to say.” You repeated, it wasn’t hard constantly having beautiful girls running up to your boyfriend, telling him how hot and sometimes the daring ones flirting with him. However, it had happened a few times when we were hanging around with Dan’s friends and one flirts with you, he gets mad.

“We only have a couple questions left” You sadly exclaimed, not wanting this video to be over.

“Let’s hope we haven’t saved the weirdest till last then!” Dan deadpanned

Grabbing one of the last pieces of paper you unfold it and read,

“‘what do I find really fun, that no one else really does?’” You laughed lightly at this weird question, thinking Dan would need a while on this one.

“You watch pimple popping videos” He answered straight away. You sat there with your mouth hanging open, a blush adorned on your cheeks,

“How did you know that? I always try to keep it on the down low” You exclaimed, shocked and slightly embarrassed that he knew

“Sweetheart, we’ve been going out for 2 years, we’ve been living together for 1, there is little that I don’t know about you”

“That’s kind of creepy and really cute at the same time. I knew I chose you for a reason” You hummed

“I’m not some Pokémon woman, don’t objectify me like that” He fired back

“Shut up and read the last question. Because as much as I love doing videos with you I need to cook us dinner, and get it done so it’s ready when Phil comes back from visiting his family.

“Aw look at you, you are literally the only reason we have survived this long. Anyway, here we go and I won’t knock out another question this time.” He took his time in dramatically picking out the question.

“Oh for god’s sake Phil, he’s such a child. It says ‘when did the two of you first sleep together?’”

A deep shade of red engulfs your face and you looked over at Dan with your mouth wide.

“What the hell, he did not just ask that?” You said shocked.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m joking. Lol” Dan admits, handing over the question for you to read aloud.

“It says, ‘Who/When fist said I love You?’ Now that is a cute question” You cooed, recalled that cherished memory that you held very close to your heart.

“Well, I don’t want to spill all the beans about our relationship just yet, so all that you guys will be knowing is that, Y/N said it first. Maybe we can do another gushy relationship story about that some other time. But for now that’s it.” Dan finished off the video and looked at you to continue.

“Thanks guys for watching hope you enjoyed it, and if you did please subscribe and request some more ideas of what we can do next. Byeeee” You finished

“That was so much fun” You turned to Dan, who was already lovingly gazing at you.

“You know I love you right?” He spoke

“Of course, and you know I love you too, so much” You replied inching your face closer to his.

“You know when you told me you loved me, when we were just lying in bed cuddling watching Breaking Bad, I think that that’s the happiest I’ve ever felt.” He confessed. As much as you loved the banter and jokes in this relationship, nothing felt better than Dan confessing his feelings to your, he really did complete you.

“I was so nervous that I had said it too soon, but I’m so glad one of us plucked up the courage to say it” You murmured, now lips a mere centimeter away from each other.

Dan quickly closed the gap between the two of you and soon had his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer. Automatically you brought your hands up to caress his cheeks and you two shared one of the most passionate kisses in your relationship.

Dan gently pushed you back onto the bed and slipped his hand down to your waist, when you suddenly remembered something.

“Dan the camera is still on!”

“Oh fuck yeah, thank God it isn’t a live stream” He jumped up to turn the camera off, leaving it on the side to edit later.

But he only had one thought on his mind now. You. Jumping back next to you on the bed you two finished off what you had started

book ends — p.p. au

summary : there’s a little bookstore on the corner of a street in manhattan, and when peter parker gets a job there he’s not really expecting to fall head over heels for the cashier in charge — you. just your typical bookstore au, where peter isn’t spider-man.

word count : 3.4k

author’s note : i love this so much i’m nUTTING this is literally my pride and joy i’m gonna weep okay i know it’s long but literally my favorite thing ever okay i love you

gif credit : @hllands (sorry for not including it before, was not aware you made it and i did not mean to discredit you work in any way)

   A piece of white copy paper, written on in bold red ink and stuck to the front of the antiquated bookshop’s front door, is gleaming in the streams of sunlight that beat down upon it as Peter Parker makes his way down the busy street. He’s not usually one to spend much time in the city itself, only because of the unruly train schedule and the way that May worries herself if Peter isn’t home at precisely the time he said he would be. With the trains, you can never be positive that you’ll be getting to where you need to be in the estimated amount of time it says on the google, so he tries to never linger in Manhattan for longer than he has to. 

   However, it’s a Saturday, and he’s trying to figure out who will hire him despite his somewhat young age of only fifteen and his minimal work experience- which is to say, no work experience. He’s not even sure how jobs work, to be quite honest, but he needs to start pulling his weight around the house even if May insists that she’s doing just fine on her own. He sees her stress about the bills nearly every week, sitting at the kitchen table with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose and her glasses slipping down her face as she punches numbers into a calculator with the other hand. He sees the little exasperated sighs and the worry lines that she’s far too young to have and so Peter decides that he’s going to get a proper part time job in order to help her out. 

   It’s the least he can do; she’s taken him into her little apartment and treated him the way a mother would a son. She pretty much was his mother. And if he had to get a job to repay her for everything she does for him, he would do so without complaints. Which led him here, standing in front of the little bookshop on the corner that seemed to be empty save for someone sitting atop the counter beside the register, from what he could see as he peers into the dusty, sun streaked window. 

   The aforementioned piece of paper that’s been strategically placed smack in the middle of the front door- you can’t miss it if you’re trying to enter the shop- has the words NOW HIRING: INQUIRE WITHIN scrawled on it in letters to bold to be ignored. Peter pretty much has to walk in, the quaint little store is calling to him and he turned down this particular street for a reason. He believes in the whole everything happens for a reason type of ideal, the coincidences and the little things in life that were such blatant, blaring signs that Peter would be a complete moron not to listen to them. So, he sweeps his gaze over the sign one final time and then pushes the door open, the tiny bell atop the door jingling in a quiet but melodious way as he enters. He shuts the door softly behind him, then takes a long look across the stores. 

    There are books stacked in irregular ways next to shelves and on windowsills and next to the front door. The ones placed among the main window like an enticing display are anachronistic, perfectly classic; weathered and yellowed from their ripe old age and collecting dust like there’s no tomorrow. Peter supposes that might be part of the charm of the store; to make everything look old so that the hipsters flock to it, bees to honey or birds to breadcrumbs. But really, it’s the emptiest store he’s ever been in aside from his nearest CVS Pharmacy at eleven o’clock at night to pick up gummy bears for May when she was craving them that one time last week. He walks further into the store and sweeps his hand along the row of the new releases, the ones he figures people would be the most interested in.  

   You tilt your head to the left curiously, watching the boy with the nicely side swept hair and the gray sweater examine shelf after shelf, and he’s all careful hands and scrutinizing eyes and he’s pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he reads the back of a novel from the newer shelves and runs his fingers along the smooth spine of it and you have to admit, there’s a quite real possibility that he is, in fact, one of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen. Rarer still, he’s pretty much the only undeniably attractive boy to walk into this bookshop; the others were well under the age of twelve and hadn’t come looking for books willingly, they had been dragged in by excited mothers and begrudging older sisters. You shift from your position on the counter, your thumb holding your place in your book as you lean froward to continue examining the brunette whose eyes were glued to the shelves in front of him. 

    You slide off the counter and your shoes land on the wooden floor with a soft thump that makes Peter’s gaze shoot up in surprise, the description on the back of the novel in his hand forgotten. The book he’s holding drops to the floor as you make your way over to him, weaving through the maze of shelves like you’ve been doing it all your life before coming to stand in front of him. 

   “I’m supposed to ask if you need help with something,” you explain, brushing your hair out of the way so you can tap on the name tag hanging from your shirt. Y/N. “But you look like you’re fine over here. Unless you do need help…” You trail off a bit, hopeful that he does indeed need your assistance today because no, you don’t really have to ask him if he needs anything, you just kind of want to. Peter nods vigorously, bending down to pick up the book he’s let fall to the floor and shoving it back into place. 

   “UH- yeah yeah no I need help,” he says quickly, placing his hands into his pockets and thinking to himself yeah Peter, help with your inept social ability is what you need. Damn it. “I’m, um, I’m Par- no, no, I’m Peter Parker, not Parker Peter. That wouldn’t sound right. I keep doing that, sorry,” his face goes red as he grows more and more flustered. You watch him with thinly veiled amusement before grinning and sticking your hand out for him to shake. 

   “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Peter Parker, not Parker Peter,” you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He releases a little breath, shakes his head at himself, then matches your handshake. You turn toward the shelf he’s been staring at for the past seventeen minutes, and it’s your favorite section: young adult. “So… what’d ya need? I’m kind of an expert around these shelves,” you motion at the books. 

   Peter tries to ignore the sweaty feeling on his palms where he shook our hand. “Oh, well actually, I saw that you guys were hiring and I- I need, you know, a job thing. I can do whatever,” he adds, eyes widening when he realizes that he needs to sound more qualified than he does. “You know, I like, read and whatnot… I can count money? I know how to put things in alphabetical order…” 

   “So, uh, basic human skills then?” You tease, raising an eyebrow. He runs a hand through his hair, giving a nervous laugh. All right, so he was pretty fucking cute. You had to give him the job. You’d be mad not to. You pretend to think about this, then you take him by the sleeve of his sweater and lead him to the register as you slip behind the counter. “Kidding. Don’t look so nervous. I’m like the least intimidating person ever.” I beg to differ. Peter’s hands twist the hem of his shirt around. “You’re hired. Fill this out and you can start Monday. I’ll let the boss know.” You hand him an application form and smile at him, his nerves dissipating as quickly as they came when he saw you. Your fingers trace over the cover of your book out of habit, and his eyes follow the cover. 

   “You sure your boss will be okay with you hiring a kid with no work experience whatsoever and bad social skills?” He asks, grabbing a pen off the cup beside your register as you shrug. 

   “The boss is my mom so… I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine,” you lift yourself back onto the countertop so you can peer down at him as he begins filling out the application right then and there. “Benjamin. That’s nice. I like it.” You point to where he’s scrawled his middle name in terribly messy handwriting. 

   “Yeah? Thank you,” he smiles back at you, but it’s soft and it’s sad even though he knows you couldn’t possibly have any inclination as to who he was named after. Swift to change the subject, Peter lets his pen rest against the paper and grabs the book lying next to you on the counter. “The Night Circus. What’s this about? Any good?” 

    He flips it over so he can read the back of it, the cover a shining black and red that he can’t help but run his hand over because it’s smooth and surprisingly nice to touch. You can’t help the way you light up inside when he asks you about your book. People never took much interest in what you read, and your friends had a habit of teasing you about your intense reading habits since no one else enjoyed it quite as much as you did. “Yeah! Yeah I love it so far, it’s about magicians and stuff but… way more complicated than that. Really good though. It’s right over by where you were looking earlier.” You point in the vague direction, but Peter is aware of what section you’re referring to. “I kind of just grab the books off the shelf sometimes and take ‘em home. My mom doesn’t really notice and there’s not that many people who come in here anyway so I have a big collection at home.”

   “That’s awesome!” Peter genuinely grins at you, chin perched in his hand as he hands you back the book. “When you’re done, d’you think I could borrow it? So we can have something to talk about during work. Plus it sounds interesting.” The smile you give him, absolutely radiant, is indescribably beautiful in Peter’s eyes and he watches you disappear for a moment only to return with a shiny, new copy of the book sitting on the counter. 

   “Mom doesn’t check,” you say again, your face heating up when your fingers brush against his in the exchange of the book. “Gonna warn you, though, I’ll be done by the end of the weekend, so don’t expect me to have the same book come your first day of work.” 

   Peter opens the first page. “Whatcha gonna be reading on Monday, then?” 

   You meet his eyes for a split second. Warm, watchful, careful eyes. Eyes that you could definitely see yourself falling for. “I’ll let you know.” 


   He’s indubitably happy for the rest of the weekend. He bounces his knee whilst on the train ride home, he grins to himself alone in his room as he lies on his back and holds the book above him so he can read by lamplight, and when he sits down to dinner with May he keeps blushing for no apparent reason as he eats boxed macaroni and cheese that May insists she could make from scratch if she really tried. 

  “You’re awfully happy tonight,” she remarks, taking a bite of the Kraft dinner and surveying her nephew carefully. “Anything special happen today in the city?”

 Peter shrugs nonchalantly, trying to play it off as if it were nothing special, but he knows that you’re special, and he’s only known you for maybe an hour and he had forgotten to ask for your number like the clueless idiot he was more often than not. Didn’t matter, though, because he was sure that he could get it on Monday when he headed over at noon. Thank the Gods for summer vacation. “Oh, um, nothing really,” he says, trying, and failing, to contain his excitement. “I just got a job and I met a girl and I like her already and now we work together and we’re gonna talk about books all the time and I’m really excited because I start Monday and she gave me a book and we’re gonna talk about it and I might fall in love with her but I don’t know yet but there’s a very strong possibility of that happening and I’m really really happy right now but that’s it no big deal you know?” 

   May blinks. Peter often goes off on tangents when he’s overly enthusiastic, or when he’s nervous. But she reaches across the table and squeezes his hand tightly. “Let me know when you’re positive that you’re gonna fall in love with her, because I’d like to stamp my approval on this one. I’m happy for you Peter.” May pauses, then says, “Don’t even think about giving me your paycheck.” 

   “May!” 


    Every morning from Monday on consists of Peter arriving at work with a cup of coffee in his hand, iced coffee because it’s summertime and there’s a Dunkin Donuts on every corner of New York City, promptly at twelve to see you sitting in your usual position with a book in your hand. You read rather quickly, and Peter can hardly catch up with the five books you go through each week, but he tries since he needs to be able to talk to you about something. After sometime, though, you start talking about things other than books. There’s science, and math, art, and school, and your parents and his Uncle Ben, and May, and anything and everything you can think of. But your day always starts the same. 

   Peter, walking in with his coffee in hand and a lanyard slung around his neck, his little ID picture adorably dorky because he’s half blinking but still smiling. He slides another coffee across the counter toward you- he eventually received your number that same Monday morning he started working there and then texted you asking for your usual order. Sometimes he gets you a donut, too, if you ask him. Then, he starts sorting through the new orders that have just come in, stacking them alphabetically of course (it was one of his special skills, after all) and calls across the store, “Whatcha reading today, Y/N?” And you’ll yell back the answer, typically a different one every two days, as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and marks the title on a list of what he has to read. He refuses to read Game of Thrones, insisting the show was much easier for him to follow. You practically threw a fit when you found out he hadn’t finished the Harry Potter series, so that was at the very top of his list and he came in this particular morning with a copy of the third book sitting in his shoulder bag. 

   “Morning, Peter,” you call out happily, not looking up from the pages of The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater when the bell overhead the door sings out an announcement of his arrival. You hold out your hand for your drink, and it lands there without hesitation. 

   “Good morning,” he grins back, pushing up your hand to see the cover of your book properly. “Whatcha reading today?” He looks up at you expectantly, taking a sip of his drink. You place your bookmark in your book and hand it over to him, kicking your feet back and forth. “Should I add this one to the list, too?” 

   “Yes!” You exclaim, waiting for him to be finished with the first page. “But don’t you dare read anything on it before you read Harry Potter, got it, Parker?” The warning is so playful it makes Peter laugh before he nods, taking his spot behind the register this time. You have to write up the chalkboard signs for outside the store, and it’s been agreed that you have the prettier handwriting out of the two of you. “My mom thinks you’re doing a good job helping me out,” you mention casually after a few minutes of comfortable silence, your tongue between your lips as you slowly begin drawing a purple stack of books on the chalkboard stand. 

   “Really?” Peter asks, eyebrows raised in surprise. He didn’t do much around the store, to be quite honest, mostly because he never worked the register. Even if he did, the way you did every day, there weren’t many customers that came in. You received more online orders than anything else. “I’m not even really sure why you hired me in the first place, honestly. I wasn’t qualified, like, at all, Y/N.” He laughs again, he’s always laughing with you. 

   You purse your lips, the pink chalk in your hand hovering over the book you were attempting to illustrate properly. There were a lot of ways you could reply to this. There was the risky way. There was the safe way. There was the in between sort of way. After an internal debate, you say, “Well, what can I say? I have a penchant for looking at pretty things, and, um, you’re not bad to look at, Peter. For a boy, you’re kind of pretty.” You don’t look at him when you say it, but he’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before. It’s the look of a boy falling in love for the first time. You can feel it in the heat in your stomach when you finally turn around to face him, standing up and brushing chalk dust off your jeans as he contains to gaze at you with that soft air about him. “What?” You lightly shove his arm. 

   “Wh- what? I mean, um, nothing, uh, nothing.” Peter runs a hand through his hair, messing up the carefully gelled way he does his hair every morning for work. “Absolutely nothing.” His face is burning red, eyes trained on the register like it’s the only thing he can look at without fainting, and there’s a trace of a smile on his lips but he doesn’t want to show it just yet. 

    You lean against the counter. In his peripheral vision, he notices the tiny smirk playing at the corner of your mouth, a smirk bordering on something gentler and kinder than you desired it to. Arms folded across your chest, staring at him hard. Your smile is burning as bright as the spring sunshine in April after a particularly hard day of rain the day previously, but he’s still not looking at you, so you say, “Did we just reach the part in the young adult contemporary novel where you start falling in love with me?” You see his hand freeze atop the register, and he can feel the way his cheeks are glowing too red to be blamed on the heat of the summer. “You know, I bet we did.” You move to make your way to the front of the store, but Peter turns around just in time to grab your hand and pull you into him.  

   His fingers smoothly slip through yours. “If we did, that’d be okay, right? You wouldn’t mind your love interest being… all me-like?” The self doubt is always so clear with him, but you bring yourself closer still with a shake of your head. 

   “You’d make a great love interest,” you reply softly.  

    The taste of cold coffee from Dunkin Donuts lingers on his lips when he kisses you for the first time that day, the coffee that he dumps copious amounts of sugar packets into because he can’t stand the bitterness but wants to keep drinking it. The coffee he loves despite the odd looks he receives from passerby that can’t help but stare at the boy with messy hair and a lanyard around his neck and bright eyes who keeps ripping open packs of sugar at the counter and pouring them in. You’ve loved cold coffee already, but you love it a little more now that there’s a new way of tasting it, and the next day when he walks into your little bookshop you’re the one with mouth that tastes like his morning pick me up- and neither of you have ever been more grateful for books in your life. 

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Don't make my girlfriend cry.

(warning: long story)

Okay, so this was a good few years ago, back when I was in high school.

In case my username didn’t give it away, I am happily and openly gay af, and I came out at about 14, around year 9 in highschool (I’m British). And from that second on, I was even more of a target.

I was already the preferred bullying target. The school was aware of it, they were also aware that my family didn’t take kindly to this (in my previous school, my Mum had brought the police into school on the day where the younger kids were coming to see if they wanted to go there, because they weren’t doing anything about me being bullied) so pulled a big huff and puff smoke screen to try and make it seem like they were fixing the issue, though they never did anything.

I had plenty of small ‘regular’ or 'petty’ revenges throughout my years. Getting people kicked out of classes, forced into counselling, etc etc. But this is the big one.

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radio-poem  asked:

I like your hc about Yuuri only wearing shirts and Victor only wearing pants to bed bc 1)they could match every single time (or clash terribly) and 2) together they make a pajama set and i find that weirdly endearing (also, would you be up to sharing more thoughts about sleep talking Victor? Please?)

The full headcanon for the only pants/only shirts thing is basically “Viktor and Yuuri go to the store and jointly decide which pajamas they are going to buy” which means that between the two of them they own only five pajama sets and also they’re all in Viktor’s size because he’s the larger one. This also means that Yuuri sometimes walks into the bedroom wearing a red-black plaid pajama top and Viktor looks down at his own canary-cream (It’s not yellow and white, Yuuri) polkadot bottoms and just says, “No, this can’t happen.”

“But we’re just going to sleep–”

“What if there’s a fire, Yuuri? What will our neighbors think of us, if they see that we can’t even coordinate our sleep clothes? They’ll think we’re dysfunctional. On the brink of divorce.” 

“Oh?” Yuuri’s eye twitches. “Is that what they’ll think?”

“Or worse–that I have no fashion sense.”

Yuuri doesn’t know how to tell Viktor that their neighbors have seen Viktor wearing Lululemon yoga pants with a sweatshirt saying DADDY’S COLD and that any misconceptions they may have had about Viktor’s sense of fashion long ago imploded.

Eventually, Yuuri returns to the closet. He can’t find the canary-cream polkadot shirt. Instead, he tosses on an old practice shirt of Viktor’s so worn and old that it’s almost see-through. The fabric has stretched unevenly along the hem and almost hits his knees in places. He returns to the bedroom and crawls under the blankets. Viktor melts on the spot. By the time Yuuri falls asleep that night, he isn’t wearing anything.

On the subject of Viktor sleep talking, it goes like this:

Yuuri walks in the door on a very cold day in mid-January and Viktor has been sick so he’s been sleeping rather fitfully, tossing and turning and having weird dreams. Today his fever broke, and he’s in what seems to be a deep sleep for the first time in days. Yuuri is very quiet as he makes his way into the kitchen and puts the groceries away.

“Yuuri?” comes from the couch, pitifully, and Yuuri feels shame like he has never felt for the sin of waking his poor sick Vitya.

“Oh Vitya, I’m so sorry,” Yuuri coos, creeping closer to the couch. He’s forgotten about the box of kasha he’s clutching. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, love. Go back to sleep. I’m gonna make dinner.”

“I want soup,” Viktor mumbles. His face is still buried in the back of the couch.

“Okay, baby, I’ll make you some soup.” Yuuri abruptly realizes that he’s holding the box of kasha out in front of him like some sort of offering; he sets it down on the coffee table and kneels beside his languishing husband. “Yakov and Yura send their love.” When Yuuri told them that Viktor had taken sick over the weekend, Yakov grunted and let a look of concern cross over his features for exactly six seconds before clearing it and grunting, “Mustard plasters.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mustard. Mix it with flour and water, put it on his back–it clears the system.” Yakov waved vaguely in the direction of his own chest. “Is he coughing? Yes, mustard plasters.”

Yura just rolled his eyes. Yuuri knows enough about him to understand that this is Yura’s reaction to any and all emotions. When Yuuri gathered his things at the end of the day, he found in his bag a recipe for chicken soup featuring intense amounts of garlic, and also a list of five stores in the area where red caviar is available at a reasonable price. 

Russian remedies are just as odd as American ones.

“Yakov,” Viktor mumbles presently, and seems to nod. “He’s good?”

“Yeah,” Yuuri coos, tracing his fingers softly up and down Viktor’s back. “He told me to put mustard on your back. I think he was trying to help.”

“No,” Viktor mutters, burrowing his face closer to the couch. “No mustard.”

“Why don’t we try it, baby? You sound so miserable. It could help, he said it clears your lungs.”

“No mustard in the soup,” Viktor grumbles.

Yuuri’s hand stops on his back. “What?”

“Don’t let Yakov put mustard in the soup,” Viktor insists. He rolls over then, and Yuuri sees that his eyes are closed. The flush high on his cheeks says his fever may have returned. “Don’t let him, Yuuri.” He sounds distressed.

“Okay, shh, I won’t. It’s fine.” Yuuri leans down his kisses his head. “You’re fine, Vityusha.”

When he pulls back, Viktor’s eyes are open. Cloudy with sickness, but aware. he roughly murmurs, “Kitten? When did you get home?”

“A few minutes ago.” Yuuri brushes back Viktor’s hair.

“I was having the strangest dream,” Viktor mumbles, blinking hard and clearing sleep from his eyes, “About Yakov…and he was in our kitchen…”

It takes a lot of effort for Yuuri not to laugh. 

This isn’t the last time Yuuri hears Viktor talk in his sleep. Viktor’s subconsciousness has some interesting opinions on figure skating politics, and also Yuuri once convinces a sleeping Viktor to tell him where he plans to take them on their third wedding anniversary because He Doesn’t Like Surprises and he needs to know if he should pack a jacket, for God’s sake Vitya.

Sleep-Viktor also likes to lovingly coo into Yuuri’s ear in the middle of the night, “I love you, marry me.”

“We are married,” Yuuri tells him, patting his hip. 

“Really?”

“Yes, for about five years now. Remember? I wore white. You wore a blue rose in your lapel. Yakov was there.”

“Oh, yeah,” Viktor mumbles. “That was fun. We should do it again.”

“Go to sleep, Vitya.”

“Mnph.”

Camping

A/N: OMG SO THE LOVE OF MYLIFE @purelyparker WANTED A CAMPING HEADCANON THING OMG SO HERE WE GO. ILY BABE UR AMAZING (go check our her blog omg) 

Omg here we go

Word Count: 2141

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist

  • So it was a long weekend near the beginning of the school year and you, Peter, Ned, and MJ ended up on the road with Peter’s Aunt May to go on a camping trip. 
  • It was kind of a long drive
  • Ok it wasn’t that long but when you ended up sitting in the backseat squished between MJ and Ned it felt really long 
  • Only because Ned and Peter were arguing about Star Wars and Michelle had her head stuck in a book 
  • Not to mention the fact that you got car sick 
  • Halfway through the drive you started to feel really nauseous and Peter being the smol, soft bean ™ that he is, noticed you weren’t feeling well 
  • “Y/N what’s wrong?” 
  • “Nothing, just a bit nauseous from the traffic and sitting in the middle and such,” 
  • “Aunt May can you pull over?” He asked 
  • “Peter, if you haven’t noticed I can’t exactly do that, we’re in the middle of a three lane highway stuck in traffic,” 
  • Peter sighed and un did his seatbelt 
  • “Okay, Y/N, climb over the middle and you sit here, and then i’ll climb over and sit where you’re sitting,” 
  • You took a second to process what Peter had said but you listened, un did your seatbelt and moved to the front seat of the car 
  • EXCEPT 
  • YA BOI PETER WAS STILL SITTING THERE AND YOU ENDED UP IN HIS LAP 
  • YOU WERE BOTH BLUSHING SO HARD 
  • MAY JUST CHUCKLED TO HERSELF 
  • Eventually, Peter moved out from under you (wink wonk) and moved to the back seat
  • It wasn’t the much longer of a drive but every once and a while Peter would still check on you to make sure you were feeling alright. 
  • When you finally got there and clambered out of the car, Peter and Ned began pulling out everyone’s things 
  • “Did you two idiots think that maybe we should build our tents first before we pull everything else out?” MJ said
  • Then Ned did that cute thing he does in Homecoming where he touches his nose and points (ya know when he found out that the internship was just Peter being Spiderman and then Peter forced Ned to leave his room) 
  • So Peter and Ned pulled out the tents
  • Initially you and May had offered to help 
  • MJ said she would rather sit on the picnic bench and watch them struggle 
  • Peter and Ned insisted that they didn’t need your help 
  • BUT THESE TWO HEADASSES 
  • They spent so much time struggling not actually understanding how to put a tent together 
  • You eventually decided to help them 
  • “Y/N are you sure that’s right? Ned and I pretty much had this figured out,”
  • “HA YOU’RE FUNNY PARKER,” 
  • Literally you took over and everything was done in five minutes 
  • Ned believed in you the entire time 
  • Peter just wanted to look manly in front of you but we don’t talk about that 
  • “Can we start the campfire yet” 
  • “Peter its not even close to being dark”
  • “Oh come on Y/N” 
  • One simple glare from you would completely shut him up 
  • May decided that instead of sitting around on your camp ground that you four needed to go exploring and she would set up the other tent 
  • Michelle refused to leave her book despite Peter’s protests 
  • You found yourselves by a river in a small wooded area 
  • You begged everyone to go exploring 
  • Michelle kindly declined and sat down on a rock to keep reading 
  • Ned decided that he wasn’t interested in falling into a river while climbing around and stayed near Michelle 
  • PETER STARTED OFF SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU GUYS SHOULDN’T GO WANDERING BUT THE SECOND YOU SAID “what are you scared Spiderman?” THIS BOY BASICALLY CHALLENGED YOU 
  • HE NEEDED TO PROVE TO YOU (the love of his life ofc) THAT HE WAS NOT AFRAID 
  • LOL SO YOU TWO HEADASSES END UP CROSSING THIS RIVER 
  • Lmao but its flowing really fast and Peter was trying to show off 
  • This boy fucking slips off the rock he was on and ends up in the river 
  • BUT HE DOESNT JUST FALL IN 
  • THE CURRENT PULLS HIM DOWNSTREAM FOR LIKE 200 METERS 
  • Lmaooo you hurry to get back to the river bank and shout to Michelle and Ned to help you save Peter 
  • You’d think with being an Avenger and all this boy would be able to stand on a fucking rock 
  • But no 
  • When you got to Peter he was pulling himself ashore 
  • “Peter you idiot! I almost had a heart attack” 
  • “Almost? You mean me falling into a river only almost sent you into cardiac arrest?” 
  • “Shut up Peter you scared me” 
  • Peter pulls you in for a hug 
  • “OH MY GOD GET OFF ME YOU’RE SOAKED” 
  • “But I thought I scared you, i’m only trying to make you feel better” 
  • And then he would hug you tighter while you struggled to get away 
  • Ned and Michelle were standing a few feet away, forced to listen to the two of you 
  • *cough* “get a room” *cough* 
  • “What was that Ned?” 
  • “Oh nothing, Y/N” 
  • When you got back to the camp site May was not pleased with Peter 
  • “Peter BeNJAMIN PARKER” 
  • “ITS NOT MY FAULT. Y/N AND I WERE CLIMBING NEAR THE RIVER AND THEY JUST PUSHED ME IN AND I-“ 
  • “BULLSHIT PETER I DID NO SUCH THING” 
  • May stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at the two of you 
  • “Peter go change before you catch a cold. I can’t believe all of you I leave you alone for 30 minutes and my nephew comes back with half the river on him,” 
  • When Peter came back he was in a pair of sweats and a tshit with his wet hair forming into his luscious curls that you really wanted to run your fingers though 
  • “Can we start the fire now?” 
  • “It will be dark soon…” Ned added 
  • “Jeez fine but you two have to go get the fire wood,” 
  • Ned and Peter began wandering off to find that fire wood 
  • Jokes on them though 
  • May bought firewood while you were trying to pullPeter out of the river 
  • You had the fire started in less than five minutes 
  • Peter and Ned didn’t even care that you pointlessly sent them out into the woods to get wood because THEY WERE JUST SO EXCITED FOR THE CMAPFIRE
  • You were all sitting around the campfire just enjoying each other’s company and 
  • It started to get dark and  C O L D cause u idiots went camping in october
  • But you were sitting next to Peter and this boy noticed you shivering and low-key moved closer to you 
  • “Y/N do you want my sweater” 
  • “But then you’ll freeze” 
  • Peter rolled his eyes at you “I’m spiderman ill be fine” 
  • “That can’t be your excuse for everything” 
  • “But I’m spiderman” 
  • “Fine give me your sweater you can freeze” 
  • Peter slips his sweater off and hands it to you 
  • IT WAS SOCOMFY
  • You JUST SNUGGLE DEEPER INTO IT AND IT SMELLS LIKE PETER ANDYOUR HEART JUST MELTS A LIL BIT 
  • “You having a good time with my sweater there Y/N?” 
  • “Actually I am. I might have to take this sweater back to my sleeping bag with me tonight. I think this sweater can show me a good time,” 
  • “Oh my god Y/N, Peter please stop flirting the rest of us have to sit here and listen to the two of you,” 
  • Eventually you guys decided to make s’mores 
  • BOI IT WAS GREAT 
  • You all were roasting marshmallows 
  • May refused to let any of you be in charge of chocolate and gram crackers so she was manning the station 
  • May was right 
  • There were accidents 
  • There was chocolate smeared 
  • There were broken crackers 
  • There was marshmallow stuck to things it should not be stuck to 
  • Long story short, It’s good that marshmallow washes out of hair 
  • Ok lets go into the story cause LMAO WE GOTTA 
  • Peter’s dumb 
  • He got marshmallow in your hair 
  • “PeTeR?!??!!?!?!???” 
  • “I’M SORRY Y/N I DIDN’T MEAN TO” 
  • PeTeR pArkEr yOuRe goInG tO pAy FOr tHiS” 
  • Needless to say, Peter had some marshmallow in more than just his hair by the time you got to him 
  • When you were done s’mores May offered to tell you all a ghost story 
  • She actually managed to scare Ned 
  • And May decided to graciously spook you guys and then head to her tent to go to bed 
  • Michelle told the next story 
  • SHE SPOOKED ALL OF YOU 
  • You and Peter were curled under a blanket
  • YOU TWO WERE ACTUALLY LOOKING BEHIND YOU GUYS AFRAID THAT SOMEONE WAS GONNA GET YOU 
  • Fucking Michelle 
  • “OK NO MORE GHOST STORIES” 
  • Ned suggested truth or dare 
  • It was a little after 10pm and you losers were sitting around a campfire that was burning out and playing truth or dare 
  • It was stupid stuff at first 
  • Until Michelle dared you to kiss Peter 
  • “You don’t have to kiss me Peter,” 
  • “Are you kidding? If we don’t kiss you have to go into the woods and bring back a rock. No way am I letting you go out there. What if Michelle’s story was true? What then? You’d be dead,” 
  • “Good to know you’re willing to kiss me only so I don’t die” 
  • “No! No! That’s - I didn’t - no- I mean I always want to - I don’t want you to… I want to kiss you!” 
  • Instead of waiting for your response Peter just full out kisses you 
  • And by full out 
  • I mean as full out as two fifteen year old’s can kiss. 
  • Peter pulled away and LOWKEY THE BOHT OF YOU WERE SMILING LIKE CRAZY 
  • “Well I’m gonna head to bed” 
  • “YEAH ME TOO” 
  • You and Peter were left alone, sitting very close to one another, under the same blanket, UNDER THE STARS, in front of a dying fire 
  • OFC YOU’RE GOING TO CUDDLE 
  • “So did you really only kiss me because you dind’t want me to die,” 
  • “I mean it’s one of the reasons” 
  • “So what are the others” 
  • “Ah, you don’t get to find out that easily” 
  • “Fine. Truth or dare,” 
  • “Dare,” 
  • “I dare you to tell me the other reasons” 
  • “That’s not fair”
  • “Do you want me to make you go into the woods and get a rock?” 
  • Peter started leaning closer to you 
  • “You wouldn’t send me out there. You’re too scared to be alone” 
  • “Not true” you lied 
  • Peter STILL LEANING CLOSER
  • “Totally true” 
  • THIS BOY WAS KISSING YOU AGAIN 
  • LIKE LIPS ON YOURS 
  • MOVEMENT 
  • ACTUAL LIP AND TOUNGE ACTION FROM THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE PETER PARKER 
  • “I still don’t know the other reasons” 
  • “Oh my god, Y/N,”
  • You and Peter sat by the fire until it died completely 
  • STARGAZING
  • “C’mon Y/N, I wanna look at the stars” 
  • Peter dragged you away from your comfortable seat
  • He was holding your hand 
  • The blanket was wrapped over his shoulder and your shoulder so it was like one giant cape for two people 
  • Two person cape 
  • Vampires 
  • NOT THE POINT BUT 
  • Peter leads you to the picnic table where you lie down on the table and look up at the stars 
  • Peter never let go of your hand 
  • you’re cuddled up next to him while he points at all the stars and explains the different constellations 
  • You loved it the this boy talked 
  • It was so precious when he got excited about something 
  • Eventually when you started yawning Peter realized how late it was 
  • “WE should probably go to bed” 
  • “Probably” 
  • “I kind of don’t want to get up” 
  • “Me either” 
  • Headasses fell asleep the tbale like ten minutes later
  • You frequently woke up throughout the night FREEZING 
  • It dropped down to almost 0 degrees and you and Peter only had the one blanket 
  • Peter kept pulling you closer to him
  • When you woke up in the morning the sun was shining and Everyone else was sitting at the other picnic table eating breakfast 
  • “Good morning” May greeted you
  • You slowly sat up, unwrapping yourself from Peter’s arms 
  • “You two look comfy” ned said wiggling his eyebrows at you 
  • Peter woke up and joined your guys at breakfast
  • He brought the blanket with him and sat down next to you, keeping himself wrapped up 
  • Only letting one arm snake out so he could wrap it around your waist and pull you closer to him
  • “You were my furnace, now I’m cold and I need you to warm me up again,” 
  • “SURE” Ned said 
  • Let’s just say that the rest of the camping trip was a hell of a lot more of the same thing

Tag list: @violentlybarnes, @nosoulnoproblems, @tommynewtieminhie, @goodluckfindingone, @quacksonsgurl, @potterhead1265, @nevaehsuga, @mrsmusicaddict, @tronnoristheotp, @isabellyduh, @spiderrparkerr, @lots-of-liz, @darlin-you-bitch, @a-smol-badger, @seellllin10 

Family [Jason Todd x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Hey there love be, could you do one for rather a fluff one shot for Jason or Dick where it’s after their s/o had their baby and its basically what their life is like at home with a adorable, yet noisy newborn, Thanks 🙏 if you can do this

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1173

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The cry of a baby sounded through the spacious apartment you called home, erupting a tired moan of protest from your throat before you could filter it. You shifted under the warm covers of your bed, dreading that walk down the hall to the room where your child slept.

“It’s okay baby, I got this.” your husband groaned, propping himself up. “Get some rest.”

“Mm… you sure?” you yawned, already fighting your drowsiness. In the darkness, you saw movement and assumed he was nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” he stated, “go back to sleep.”

“M’kay Jason…” you murmured, laying your head down and closing your eyes once more before sleep swept you away.

As you were falling back into slumber, Jason sneaked down the hall and slipping into the baby room, where your little girl laid wailing. He sighed and picked her up gently, cradling her in his arms. He began to rock her in a soothing manner, trying to get her to fall back asleep.

“Come on sweetheart,” he murmured, “don’t make this harder for mommy and daddy, okay?” His lovely daughter quieted down slightly, but her lips were still wobbling and her eyes were still teary. The sight broke Jason’s heart.

“What’s wrong?” he asked the baby. She sniffled and whined, moving in his arms as if trying to tell him something. He stared at her in confusion, that was, until he noticed it.

“Ah shi…” he glanced at his daughter, “… shoot.” He maneuvered his way around the room and placed his little girl on a flat surface before going to grab some baby wipes, a clean diaper and a hand sanitizer.

“Why at night? Of all the times, why?” he muttered to himself as he began to take her onesie off. He cleaned his hands using the hand sanitizer and began to carefully changed his daughter’s diaper into a new one, his face scrunching up in disgust as he carefully disposed of the old one. After she was all changed, he cleaned his hands again and put her back into the crib.

By now, she had stopped crying and was staring up at her father’s face with large, round eyes. She gave him a toothless smile that simply melted his heart. He returned that smile and reached down but before he could do anything she captured his large finger with her tiny hand and began to giggle.

Jason’s heart swelled in love and pride. He stared at her adoringly before whispering, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He touched her cheek lightly. “I promise.”

Once his daughter had calmed down completely and fell asleep, Jason went back to bed, his arms instantly going around you when he hit the mattress. He turned to his side and laid there for a few minutes, simply looking at his beautiful wife beside him and wondering what he did to deserve you and a family.

Whenever he brought it up though, you always silenced him by saying that the world owed him for killing him, so this was it’s way to repay him back. When you put it like that, he couldn’t argue but he always had this constant fear that something terrible was going to happen that would screw things up.

However, months after you gave birth and it still hadn’t happened, making Jason wonder if perhaps this was the world’s way of repaying him after all. With that thought in mind, he fell sound asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, your side of the bed was empty but he wasn’t surprised. Since you had to go to work–unlike him–you were always rising early in order to get ready. That was why he always took care of the night duties.

He yawned and stretched before climbing off the bed and going through his morning routine quickly. After washing up, he hurried downstairs where you were in the middle of feeding the child you two had.

“Okay Jason, diaper is changed and feeding is in progress.” you informed, slipping into your jacket. “I really have to go or I’ll be late!” you exclaimed, rushing to grab the car keys from the table. “Do not call me, call Alfred if you need anything. Lord knows he is anyone’s first choice when it comes to child care advice.”

Jason chuckled and said, “will do.”

You grinned, admiring the sight of him with your daughter before rushing towards the door. But before you could go, a voice stopped you.

“[F/N], wait!”

“Wha–”

You spun around and was met with your husband’s lips on yours. “Almost forgot my kiss.” He winked, making you roll your eyes.

“And here I was thinking it was something urgent.”

After you shut the door, Jason continued your task of feeding the baby that was making a huge mess of things on the kitchen table. Since you worked a day job, you and Jason decided that he would be the one taking care of your daughter while you earned money for the family. You could always ask for financial help from Bruce but both of you preferred not to. You had a high-earning job after all, you didn’t need any help, even when Jason had temporarily stopped his patrols and missions.

Not like Jason minded staying at home anyway. It meant he had even more time to spend with his precious little girl.

“Okay sweetie, it’s just you and me… again.” he spoke in a lighthearted voice, “now… what to do today?”


When you came home, you were absolutely drained. The only thing that kept you going and working so hard was the thought of coming home to your family and spending time with them. But when you entered the apartment and heard nothing but silence, you grew worried.

Closing the door quietly behind you, you scanned the place but found no signs of your husband or baby. Alarm bells rang in your head and you headed inside with caution. You noticed flickering lights coming from the living room and went to investigate, only to find that Cinderella was on the screen on mute. With raised brows, you walked around the couch and took the remote control to turn off the TV. 

You caught sight of your husband and daughter once you turned around and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face. The both of them were on the couch, Jason lying on it with your daughter comfortably on his chest. The both of them were sleeping.

You quietly crossed the room and grabbed the camera from the shelf. You then focused the lens on Jason and the beautiful child you two made and took a picture to add to the growing collection of photos you two already had.

“Mn… [F/N]?” your sleepy husband mumbled. You put the camera down and leaned in to kiss him softly.

“Hey Jaybird, I’m home.” you said quietly, careful not to wake the baby on him up. He opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Welcome home.”

Better

Title: Better

Wordcount: 3,525

Summary: Virgil is touch-starved and seeks Patton’s help. (i.e. that one super self-indulgent fic with lots of angst and cuddling.)

Ship: Moxiety

Warnings: minor self-loathing, mentions of panic attacks, brief mentions of nsfw, swearing

Tag List:  @mira-jadeamethyst, @pippa-frost, @cup-of-blue, @iaminmultiplefandoms, @prplzorua, @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries, @madelynnaa, @sanderships, @ace-anxiety-sanders, @frustratedwaffle, @the-diaries-of-a-nerd@cochroachkappa-blog

beta’d by the admirable @thuriweaver and @randomslasher (extra thanks to @randomslasher for suggesting this idea!)

Virgil doesn’t usually like being touched—it’s not bad, per se, it’s just weird. At first, he was too nervous around the others to touch them or be touched by them, and they respected that and they left him alone. And that was good, that was what they were supposed to do, but it became a—a habit of sorts, Virgil supposes. They don’t touch him and he doesn’t touch them and that’s the way it always has been and always will be.

But sometimes—sometimes he sees Logan and Patton cuddling on the couch, or Roman resting a familiar hand on Logan’s back, or Patton ruffling Roman’s hair, and he wants. It’s a low, uncomfortable feeling that hovers somewhere between hunger and a miserable, constant ache. What would it be like to have their casual affection, their ease with each other, the warmth of their hands and the press of their bodies against his? On one hand, he longs for it—or at least he longs to know what it would be like.

On the other hand, he loathes it.

It’s needy—it’s needy and childish and pathetic. He’s done just fine all of these years, so clearly touch isn’t something he needs. It’s just something he wants. Sometimes. Occasionally. (A lot. It’s been getting worse. He’s been getting worse.)

But he chokes down those feelings (they taste like coffee grounds, bitter and far too strong) as he’s choked down so many others before, and he moves on. He cuddles the tiny stuffed cat that Patton had given him for his birthday and he wraps himself in heated blankets until he can pretend he’s hugging and being hugged. It’s stupid, but it’s all he’s got.

He’s not going to wallow in self-pity about it, though. He’s over that shit. He’s got a job to do and it doesn’t involve fantasizing about cuddling, of all things. He’s fine. Totally fine.

Until, that is, June 6th.

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Given the Chance (Part 1)

Summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. You never have. You never will. That is until life decides to pull your leg. (Enemies to lovers trope)

Word Count: 1,219

Warnings: Drinking. 

Series Playlist (by Bella <3)

A/N: I am finally writing and after trying various other tropes, this is what worked. Thank you to the beautiful Bella @whothehellisbella for her inspiration and for letting me use her ideas. You’re the best <3 


Originally posted by winter-barnes


Bopping your head to the lively music playing through your earphones, you sipped on the coffee you had purchased from the Starbucks around the corner, relishing in the taste of it. Today was going to be a good day. Today you had an interview for an internship in one of the best media companies in New York City, and you were sure that you were going to get it. You had to. You were going to.

No doubt about it.

Still moving yourself to the rhythm of the music, you reached to open the door into the large building when someone beat you to the punch. You yelped, completely startled as a tall man stepped in front of you, making you step back to avoid crashing into him.

He smirked.

And you were instantly irritated, yanking the earphones out and glaring at him.

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you’re like vertigo (or dizziness, or nausea, or confusion)

A month into sharing a room, they’ve kind of got into the swing of living together while avoiding murdering each other. 

Nursey is annoying as fuck in the general sense, but he’s a fairly decent roommate - tidy but not neurotically so, uses his earphones, and doesn’t sexile Dex, all of which make him an improvement on Troy who Dex roomed with freshman year.

It could be worse. Dex could be nursing an enormous, unrequited, painful crush on his roommate and liney which would make every second of spending time together literal torture.

Oh, wait.

His only hope is that when he finally loses it and actually kills Nursey out of savagely repressed lust it’ll be considered a justifiable homicide. 

Who is he kidding. It’s going to end up on a show like Dateline, with something in the synopsis about a ‘crime of passion’. He’s fucked.

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conceal

Word Count: 1,250

Rating: PG-13

“Bloody hell Joe,” you groaned, leaning closer to the mirror, examining the marks your boyfriend had left everywhere on your neck. They were darker than usual, and they went down your shoulders as well, a few even grazing your collarbones.

“I’m sorry love, I got a bit carried away,” he mumbled, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rummaged through your makeup bag, frustrated. You hadn’t necessarily planned on you and Joe having sex at his sister’s house, but after the impromptu water fight yesterday, which had left both you and Joe in see-through, soaking wet white t-shirts, the hormones were kicking all day until you could finally escape up to the spare room.

However, the lack of planning had left you without your thickest concealer, which you usually used to cover up. Joe had a habit of leaving the purple marks, and they weren’t seen as professional at work.

“Do they hurt?” Joe’s voice came from behind you again. He was pressing gentle kisses to the few he had left on your shoulder. You could tell he felt bad.

“No, of course not. Believe me, they felt good, I just didn’t really come prepared to cover them. And with us all having breakfast later…”

“Well, my sister is a beauty blogger you know. I’m sure she’s got a billion tubes of that stuff,” he pointed towards some of the concealer in your bag. He was right; she was sure to have a color correcting kit and everything else in her makeup storage upstairs.

“Okay, here’s the plan. You go downstairs and put a spoon under the coldest water you can get, then bring it to her makeup room upstairs, okay?” You gave him a quick kiss and sent him on his mission.


Joe was very quiet as he went down the stairs. Zoe and Alfie seemed to be asleep still, so he crept to the kitchen, doing as he was told with the spoon. It was only then that he realized that Nala was pawing at his leg. That meant she was out of her crate.

Which meant someone was awake.

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Every Waking Hour

@voltronwhumpweek2017 - Day 5: Insomnia/Mental illness.

I see your insomnia and raise you some induced insomnia. A Lance fic for my IRL awesome friend


Hunk felt his heart break a little as he found an utterly lost Lance wandering down the hallway that lead to the kitchen.

“Lance?” he asked.

Lance turned to face him and Hunk felt his heart break even more as he got a good look at his best friend’s face. The circles under his eyes had darkened so much so that they resembled bruises, and they stood out starkly against Lance’s skin, which was much paler than usual. If Hunk was honest, Lance looked more like a walking corpse than anything else. Not that he was going to mention that to Lance. Definitely not.

Lance blinked blearily at Hunk for a long moment before recognition flashed across his mostly blank features, “Hunk?”

“Yeah, man, it’s me.” Hunk replied, reaching out to steady Lance when he wobbled.

“Hunk, I… Wh-where are we? I don’t - shouldn’t we be in class? Or… something? I don’t know.”

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Heart on the Line (part 9)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1247

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Missed me? || Liam Dunbar (part 2)

PART 1

“She didn’t say anything about coming with Theo?” Liam growled as stiles and scott tried hard to hold him back from running to the other side of the parking lot where the girl he thought he knew so well stood with the shady boy.

“I told y'all he was into something and now she is too” Stiles exclaimed as they managed to pin Liam against the bus stopping him from attacking.

“We don’t know if there is something shady about them , they might just know each other. You know both being new students nd stuff” Kira said trying to reason with stiles.

“We can torture them int-” Malia’s suggestion was very quickly cut off by almost a roar of disagreement.

Scott sighted looked to where Y/N and Theo previously stood noticing they were both gone now “How about we get to class now, there are gone now anyways”

Stiles looked ready to disagree but after a while nodded picking up his own backpack from the ground. Liam looked over his shoulder one last time to where Y/N stood before quickly walking back to his history class. Y/N was as accepted not there in the history class but when Liam entered his math class , she was right back in the corner. A part of him wanted to walk as far away and sit on the other side as class but it seamed like his legs carried him to the chair beside her.

“Where were you last period?” Liam asked once he sat down on the chair.

“Nowhere , dad” she smirked tearing her eyes from the book and up to him.

His breath caught in his throats when their eyes met , the color he remembered from their young ages. He remembered it like it was burned in his memories forever , the smile that would light up her entire face but most visible around her eyes , small crinkles would appear on the right side under her eyes while a small dimple would appear on her cheek.

“Speaking of not being in class , where did you run of to?” She asked hands crossed over her chest and the smirk still visible on her features.

“The couch wanted something” he explained , tearing his eyes way from her.

“That sounds real” she said turning around returning to her book “ if the couch had being in history class tying to talk people into joining the team”

In the corner of his eyes he sow her smirk growing wilder for each moment and he could himself feel the frustration smell his body was radiating. As he opened his mouth to come up with some lie the teacher walked in cutting the conversation short.

Focusing in that class seamed to be an impossible task form Liam , after Stiles pointed it up he couldn’t help but focus on it. Her scent. It was unlike anything he had ever smelt before , not a werewolf like himself or scott, not a werecayote like Malia and definitely not a kitsune. He wasn’t gonna die , it was distracting, not only the scent but rather the lack of it. Even with the trace of scent of her , there was nothing even slightly suggesting a feeling. She was calm , unlike their young ages where even without wolf powers he could smell the reeking anxiety and sadness from her.

“Mr. Dunbar” the teachers voice woke him up from his daydream to see an empty classroom “ the class is dismissed and in all honestly I doubted that you love algebra so much”

From the corner of his eyes he caught Y/N walking out the class , with a apologetic look at the teacher he stood up from the seat and nearly ran out the door.

“I swear she was just here ” he mumbled to himself before making his way to the lacrosse field.

“Finally Dunbar , thought you forgot about your lacrosse priority like the rest of this team” Couch yelled once Liam ran in the locker room and walked toward the back where stiles and scott stood.

“Did you talk to her?” Stiles asked quietly as Couch starter giving them a lecture.

Liam gave a small glare to stiles before returning to changing into his lacrosse gear “ No and if you want to know her evil master plan talk to her yourself” and with a final glare he made his way to the field followed by Scott.

“Unbelievable ” Stiles mumbled and hurried , tripping over his own legs to follow them.

**

By the time they had finished practice it had already been dark. Stiles had offered to drive him home but Liam chose to wait for his step dad. He had only been there for a few minutes when he heard a sound from the school. With a last glance at the parking lot , he decide to take a look before his step dad would be there. It would be an understatement saying that the school look scary in the dark but he quickly with the help of scent found his way to the source of sound. Around the corner and he sow y/n standing , her eyes locked at something in front of her.

“uh, what’s going on here?” He asked , his eyes wild once he noticed the body in front of her feet.

She turned around eyes for the face time showing sign of emotion “I promise, he was like that when I got here.”

“…Is he… dead?” Liam quietly questioned , already knowing the answer.

“Well, either that, or he should really get that gaping hole in his chest looked at" She said looking up from body over to Liam with a smile but the fear visible in her eyes.

“Y/N you can’t just stand over a dead body , that’s the fucking janitor. We have to call this in” Liam basically yelled at her pulling out his phone to call the sheriff office.

“Don’t ” she said grabbing his hand that held the phone in hers “its been taken care of”

Liam gives her a questioning look but puts the phone away , before she could pull her hand away , he held them in his “ You are gonna tell me everything. Over a large ham and pineapple pizza”

A smile broke out on her features and she made herself nod a little. They walked out of the school is silence , liam too afraid to ask about anything cause he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“Hey , y/ns staying over for dinner ” liam said to his step father stepping into the car as y/n got into the backseat.

“Y/N , that sounds familiar ” Dr. Geyer replied giving the girl a smile in the mirror “I’m guessing you want to order in for dinner?’

’‘Yeah we were thinking pizza” liam saying turning up the music to avoid any further conversation in the car.

a few minuetes later they pulled into the driveway of a big house and both kids got out , Y/N started walking to the from the front door as liam waited in the car for a moment talking to his step dad before him exiting the car and the car driving away.

“ Where did you step dad go?” Y/N asked while Liam slightly struggled to unlock the front door.

“He had to work” liam replied pushing the door open and letting her walk in first.

“It’s nice here ” She said as they started walking up the stairs and too his room “ I gotta say , I liked the old place better”

Liam stopped in his track for a moment before dropping his bag on the bed and turning to face her “ yeah i liked your old place too before it became a crime scene”

She stopped to think for a moment , as if she was considering telling his the truth or not when she finally sighted and shook her head“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“You killed your entire family” liam replied slightly disturbed by the girl’s lack of emotion.

“…I’m really sorry?” She tried with a questioning voice “ liam listen , I had too and you know tha-”

“You father was an evil bastard , what about your sister? Your mom? They were innocent people Y/N and you know that” he only noticed he was shouting at her when she flinched the slightest and something inside of her looked broken “ I’m..I’-” he started apologizing before he was cut off by the phone ringing. With a last apologetic voice he picked the phone.

“There’s been a murder at school , the janitor. He had been drained of blood and guess what, Y/N backpack was there as well and we looked through, not my ideas but lydias , and liam we were right. The scent , the everything. We know what she is” Stiles rambled on once Liam picked up the phone , he slowly turned around seeing Y/N sitting quietly on the bed looking through an old photo album.

“ yeah mom , i call you if we need anything , i have a friend over now ” he hung up leaving the boy on the other end rather confused.

“Hey you still keep the pizza places number on your refrigerator?” She asked standing up right after he hung up.

“Yeah , you can do the honor to call if you want , I’m just gonna call Lydia about a school assignment ” he said offering her a smile as she nodded leaving the room.

The phone only rang for a few minutes before lydia picket up “ Stiles told me”

“Stiles thinks its something to do with Theo ” lydia explained and Liam could hear stiles voice in the background.

“I found her there, over the body right after the practice” Liam whisper yelled as he could hear her voice downstairs, suddenly his eyes fell on her phone laying on the bed. He knew it was wrong and god he was gonna regret it but he had to check and curiosity took the best of him.

“Liam where is she now” she said over the phone as he heard her yelling something to the others before stiles voice was heard over the line as he most likely took the phone from her “ Liam is she with you now?”

“She is ordering pizza” he said not really listening to what the older boy was talking about as he was going through her text “ all of her recents are to one person”

The line was quit for a few seconds before stiles voice was heard again “ you are going through her phone liam tha-”

“I’ll call you back” he said and threw the phone on the bed beside him as he starte reading the texts between her and one and the only Theo raeken.

“3rd period. Meet me in the parking lot” -Theo

“Police still blames the family on you. Don’t give them any proof, I will take care of dinner” -Theo

He felt a weight being lifted of he shoulder , cause he knew she hadn’t the blame in the murders but what did Theo have to do with this? The thought of her covering something for him almost made Liam sick to the stomach but the relief didnt last for long before he read true last text.

“Dinner served. Janitors closet 6:30”-Theo

“Curiosity killed the cat” Y/N voice made him drop the phone and turn around seeing her leaning against the door frame.

“You lied , you said you had no idea what happened to the janitor” he said standing up from the bed , the IED getting the best of him.

“Calm down wolfie , it’s not like you’ve told me everything” She smirked taking a step forward and they were almost face to face now before she dropped her gaze to the photo album. His eyes followed her seeing that her cocky smirk was gone , replaced by a smile sad smile.

He follows her eyes to the album both looking at the last picture of them “How did you find out? ”

“I’ve picked up a few things along the years” She said with a shadow of a smile sitting down on the bed picking up the album.

“so you are one of us?” He asked , his back turned on her and his voice quite.

“I can assure you I have a shit time once a month as well but that is for complete different reasons” she said with a slight chuckle but the laughter died down quickly “ Do you remember this day?”

The boy finally turned around standing in silence in a few seconds before sitting down beside her looking at the picture that had previously caught both their attentions “ We took this a week before you…left” he replied being rather careful with his choice of word “ I gave you one of those dollar necklaces and we promised we would always be there for each other and we planned out future”

“Liam-” she mumbled before being cut by him.

“That’s the girl I knew , that is my best friend” Liam continued.

“You have no right to say that” she said standing up dropping the album simultaneously “I am this way cause I needed to survive , you have no idea what it’s like when everyone blames you for everything , where your dad buried all his anger in booze and would beat the crap out of daily , when everyone blames you for the death of your mother and sister, none of you were there I tried doing something but when I came down stairs he… he I could stop hi-”

“Him?” Liam questioned standing up from the bed as she calmed down eyes wild in terror of what she said.

“I should go” she said grabbing her stuff running out before he could react.

He was right , she was innocent. Well atleast when it came to the murder of her family.

// Part 3?

Partners

Summary: YN is teamed up with her former best friend, Dean Winchester to do a project. How will things go with between Y/N and her fuck boy partner? Will it be awkward, or will there be that sense of familiarity? 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Lisa Braden, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (College AU)

Warnings: Language, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, public sex, protected sex

Word Count: 5,530

Request:  Hi!! Do you think you could write me a fic with college!dean x reader where dean is the troublemaker fuqboi and reader is someone who’s really responsible (not really a nerd, she just doesnt like to procrastinate) and they need to complete a project together? Like maybe they’re in the library or computer lab trying to work on it but dean keeps flirting with reader and it ends with smut? Thanks! Xx ~Anonymous 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks @eloginore for editing this for me. As always feedback is always welcomed!

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Originally posted by perfectfeelings



“You son of a bitch!”

You immediately looked up from the book you were reading to see whom was yelling. It was no surprise that you saw Lisa Braeden, standing in front of Dean Winchester. She had her hands on her hips, as he leaned back in his chair, watching her.

“What was it you were telling me last night? Oh yeah, ‘I’m sorry, babe, I’m helping Sam with a project,’ and Cassie Robinson tells me you took her to the movies last night!”

“Yeah I did.”

“So you admit you’re cheating on me?!”

“Cheating?” he laughed, tilting his head back, as he sat up straight in his chair. “Lisa, we’re not even dating. How is that considered cheating?”

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DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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[ Only did the hyung-line for now since I really couldn’t come up with anymore ideas that wouldn’t be repetitive to the previous, so until then this is all I could give :( but thanks so much for requesting @xxred-vengeancexx !! hope you enjoy it nonetheless :) ]

Seokjin

 “Jagi, come on! We were supposed to leave six minutes ago!” 

Jin didn’t see it, his focus being on the stairs, but his hyungs all rolled their eyes at his exactness with time. It’s not like they were in a hurry - but Jin being the mom that he is couldn’t stand the thought of being late, not even to this simple event. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

Now it being his turn to roll his eyes, he couldn’t help but scoff. You said that same phrase twice already - and look who still has yet to come down. You. Turning his back from the stairs and gazing down at his watch, he mentally counted the seconds that went by. It was until finally the clicking of your heels could be heard that brought his attention right back. 

“Oh, thank go-…” 

He went to give you a sassy remark, playfully mind you, only for the words to get caught in his throat at the mere sight of what you were wearing. The dress itself wasn’t all that bad, it was just…the v-cut cleavage that it portrayed. Jin could feel his mouth turn dry, gulping down to moisten his throat again, but failing when you finally made it to the bottom. Doing a little twirl, you raised an eyebrow to silently ask him how you looked. 

Silence was all you got as well, him only staring at you with his mouth wide open. It wasn’t until the boys actually caught sight of you from where they sat - basically mimicking their elder’s expression. 

“Holy shit…” Jungkook voiced first, mummers of agreement following after. 

Jin had finally snapped from his trance when he heard him speak, quickly blocking you from being seen by the others. Clearing his throat, he calmly asked them to meet the two of you in the car. 

“But, hyung-” 

“Now!” 

Not needing any other persuasion, the rest of BTS quickly raced out of the door, leaving the two of you behind. Jin now looked at you with darkened eyes, his mouth now closed and words finally pieced together. 

“Have you lost your mind, jagi?” 

“What ever do you mean, Jinny? Don’t you like my dress?” You spoke in a soft, taunting voice, yet again doing another twirl. Suddenly being grabbed by your waist, he pulled you in close to where you could practically feel him through his dress pants. 

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He slowly glared down at you, the smirk on your lips only deepening. “You think this is funny?” 

“Since you were rushing me every five minutes, I decided to have a little fun with my outfit. No harm done. I’m ready now, like you wanted - so let’s go.” You went to pull away, only to be yanked right back. Letting out a small squeak in surprise, you stare up a Jin with no longer a smirk, but now in confusion. “Jin..?” 

Once again staring in silence, Namjoon had returned to see what was taking the two of you so long - as if he didn’t have a pretty good idea. “Hey, we leaving or what?” 

Not even a second later did Jin toss the keys toward the leader, not even bothering to look in his direction. After Namjoon clumsily caught them, by the looks of things - you two were definitely not making it to the party.

Yoongi  

 Going out for a drink was his idea. He just didn’t think he would regret it. 

Yoongi was sitting in the secluded area with his members, now no longer in the mood to drink as his hyungs practically ogled you from afar. They thought he wouldn’t notice, but his mind was sharp. He noticed the minute you stepped out of your car. 

But, he certainly couldn’t blame them. Tonight, you had needed a night out just as much as they did - with all the stress of school, and work - life in general. So going out to the club was something you looked forward to. And what better way of celebrating your one night of freedom than a black skin-tight cocktail dress and platform pumps to match? You were looking like a whole meal; and any guy with eyes and a dick could see that. 

Unfortunately, that’s what broke the camel’s back for Yoongi. The fact you were catching attention from not only his hyungs - but also other men. You had left to grab yourself another drink, turning him down multiple times, saying how ‘you got it, it’s fine.’ That was 10 minutes ago. Once the beat of your favorite song hit your ear drums, off you went to shake what your mama gave you. And onward came the stares from other men. 

“Suga, can you believe the moves on that woman,” Taehyung commented, clearly drunk off his ass. “Y/n has the whole club watching her - I always knew she turned heads~” 

“In that dress, hell yeah.” Hoseok chimed in. 

Yoongi could practically feel his blood boiling, he was so angry. He knew they would only say those things to get under his skin for kicks - and of course it worked -  but didn’t mean he wanted to admit it. And what he really hated was that he had no plausible reason to be angry with you for wearing such clothing. You were your own person, it was your body, you could wear whatever you felt comfortable in. 

He just couldn’t help to feel possessive. 

“I mean, the legs on that girl. They could go on for miles in that dress. How come you don’t invite her more often, hyung?” Jimin grins in his direction, enjoying to see him squirm. 

Finally he sighs, “You assholes know I love her - watching someone you can’t have be stared at like she’s nothing but tits and ass is frustrating enough. The comments aren’t really fucking helping, either.” 

With that being said, Yoongi stands. Not saying another word - or even giving them a single glance - he leaves. Whether you noticed or not that he was gone, he didn’t want to ruin your fun. 

Namjoon 

“What the hell are you wearing?” 

Namjoon couldn’t believe his eyes - his baby sister dressed in nothing but a bathing suit, with a flimsy crop top and shorts. You had appeared into the living room with that on, nearly making poor Jimin choke on his popcorn. 

“Kim Y/n, I asked you a question: what the actual fuck?!” 

“Calm down, Joonie, I’ve decided that we’re going out tonight. There’s this swimming area that a friend of mine told me about, and recommended to go at night. So, obviously, I came down here to take you guys with me.” 

All eyes remained on you, some not even on your eyes anymore. Once noticing that, since it was oddly silent between the boys all of the sudden, Namjoon completely loses his shit. “Yah! Eyes up, you perverts! This is my little sister!” 

“She’s not so little anymore~” Hoseok teased, his tongue sticking out just to spite the leader. “Plus, night swimming sounds fun! This night’s been nothing but dead so far - this is the excitement we need!”

“I’m sure Jungkook is excited enough,” Taehyung giggles, pointing in the direction where the maknae now sat with a throw-pillow covering his lower-half. 

“Shut up!” He hisses, clearly embarrassed. 

“Oh, that’s it!” Namjoon quickly stands up, taking you by the arm and practically dragging you into another room. “You’re all banned from even looking in my sister’s direction, or prepare to have a foot up your ass!” 

To your dismay, he drug you in the direction of his room where he would lend you his clothing to wear, that was definitely large enough to cover every inch of your skin that he felt would trigger any suggestive thoughts.

 That left behind the conflicted members to sit in the living room with the image of you in a bathing suit burned into their minds - daydreaming about ‘what could have been, but never was.’ 

It wasn’t until Jin broke the silence by clearing his throat. 

“So does this mean no swimming?” 

 Hoseok 

 The costume party was banging - everyone was having a great time. It was just a little something to celebrate Hobi’s fire-ass hixtape finally being released, and he thought it be great to just dress up - sort of like an early Halloween.  Everyone was there - from his hyungs, to his manager, his producer, co-workers, friends, the whole shabang. The only think that was missing was you. 

You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make the party do to complications at work, and forcing you to work the night shift. Of course he was crushed his number one supporter couldn’t make it, but when you told him that after work, he could have you all to himself, that brought that sunshine smile of his right back in no time. 

Wandering around the party, greeting and thanking the guests for coming, Jimin was quick to zig-zag through the crowd to come and catch him by the arm. Seeming to have been looking for Hoseok all around the house, Jimin was a little winded. “H-Hyung…you are the luckiest man…in the whole entire world.”  

Raising his eyebrow in confusion, Hobi nods anyway. “Thanks, I worked really hard on the-” 

“No, no, not that. I’m talking about-” Soon, Jungkook was next to join the two of them, also appearing to be a little winded from running all around the house. 

“You are so getting laid tonight!” 

This only seemed to push Hoseok even further into the dark; what on earth were they talking about? Not even having to say the thought out loud, Yoongi appears right behind him to answer all of his questions with a simple statement. 

“Your girlfriend’s here.” 

Almost snapping his neck in two by how fast he started looking around, just those four words changed his mood from ‘Happy Sunshine,’ to “Hyperactive Hoseok.’ It wasn’t until he finally caught a glimpse of your face that sent him into full sprint mode - nearly knocking over people who were unfortunately in his path. But, when he finally did catch up to you…

“Oh, my god…” 

The costume you had chosen was nothing but sinful. How the black lace complemented your skin, its tightness contouring your curves to perfection. Not to mention how straight up short it was; you were by far the sexiest french maid he has every laid eyes on. He felt kinda stupid now for dressing up as a bumble bee…

“Surprise! I got to leave early from work, so I thought I’d just throw on this old thing and come on down before it was too late!” All he did was stare with his mouth hanging open, but the way he was doing it looked as if he were horrified. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to-”

Before you could even think about doubting his happiness, he didn’t hesitate to grab you by the hips, pull you in close, and just claim your lips as his. It was hot, passionate, and unexpected; you definitely flipped that switch within himself that only you got the privilege of seeing. 

After a couple of minutes have passed, and the desperate need of air, you two pulled away. Breathing heavily, you both stared at each other with hooded eyes, now just standing there - holding each other. 

“You have any idea what some of my hyungs said about you, jagi? I admit, you are a goddess, but this? What are you trying to do to me?” He traced your bottom lip with his thumb gently, a smirk slowly growing on his face. “They’re even staring at you right as we speak.” 

Turning your head to the side, slightly, and you’ll be damned. There they were just mere meters away - eavesdropping. As soon as they’ve realized they’ve been discovered, they were quick to make it look like they were minding their own business. Chuckling slightly, you return your attention back to the man of the hour. 

“Or maybe they’re just jealous that a grown man in a bumble bee costume gets to have a little fun with his sexy maid once this party is over~” 

Hoseok hums at the proposal, hands traveling up and down your lower back slowly. “How exactly did you manage to leave work early?” 

“For good behavior.” You couldn’t help but to make it sound more sensual than it really was. But, Hobi didn’t mind one bit. 

“Is my baby gonna be able to keep that up for the rest of the night?” 

Pretending to think about it, you decided to be a tease and pull away from his hold. Turning in the other direction, you threw one last sentence his way before walking in the other. “Get rid of all these people, and I just might.” 

Hoseok has never ran so fast in his life. 

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