but still a bit expressive and nervous

“love" by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k

“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.

Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.

“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”

Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”

“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.

Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.

“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.

“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”

Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.

“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”

Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.

Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.

“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.

“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”

Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.

Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.

Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.

“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”

“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.

Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.

He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.

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Love & Chemistry // Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 2,455
Warnings: puns, Stiles being adorable, fluff
Request from @dempsey-mantle: Basically they both get bullied if you wanna call it that by the chemistry teacher cause they are both absolutely disastrous, and for the sake of everyone else’s grades he makes them partners and they bond and always get detention for their disasters? TYSM

A/N: I wish these puns were mine, but I sadly found them all on various websites online. They’re still amazing artistry though and they make me happy. I also really really enjoyed writing this as well. Hope you like!

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 22

Originally posted by joshholloway

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: THINGS ARE FINALLY PICKING UP. I feel like there’s only a handful of chapters left before the end, would you guys be interested in a sequel? Or not? Let me know! So I know how to properly end this one lmao. 

Special thanks to the great @hellomissmabel for helping me with the psychological thingamajig, what would I do without you, Annie ❤️

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Misha and Jared mess around during filming so that Y/N and Jensen have to redo their kiss scene several times.

Words: ~1200

A/N: I decided to make this a mine series, so tell me what you think so far. (I don’t mean any harm to Daneel but for the sake of fanfiction Jensen is single in this imagine.)


I literally had to run to keep up with these guys. Unlike them I was small and had short legs so that one of their steps equaled three of mine.

“Could you guys go any faster?”, I mumbled, being quite annoyed already as I tried to keep up with them. Jensen’s pace instantly decreased and now was right next to me.
“Maybe you should grow a bit more.”, he smirked down at me before giving me a wink.

My heart stopped beating the second he did that to me. And he didn’t even know what he did to me. And it was sure as hell that he would never know.
Being in love with Jensen Ackles was way harder than I had ever expected. It was not only the fact that he was one of my best friends and therefore this whole feelings crap was putting our friendship on paper thin ice. No, it was also because of Misha and Jared constantly sensing my interest in Jensen and them never stopping to tease me about it, which someday, I was pretty sure, would the reason why Jensen wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore.

And in general, Jensen mentally killed me on a daily basis. His eyes, his smile and his fucking flirty comments made my life so much harder.

I shook my head as if I would shake away the thoughts and finally replied, “Ha ha. As if I could just decide to grow more.”

Misha chuckled after he and Jared lowered his speed, as well. “Well, Y/N, I have to say I do love the fact that you’re so small. It makes me look taller.”

“Misha, I’m not small! It’s not my fault that you’re all so freaking tall. Especially you, moose.”, I laughed and padded Jared’s back. Then I felt Jensen placing his arm around my shoulder, putting his weight on me. “I think your height is perfect. It’s really comfy like that.”, he claimed and I hit him playfully before he picked my up and threw me over his shoulder, causing us to laugh uncontrollablaly.

My hands were pressed against his back while I felt all the blood rushing to my face, and not only because I was upside down…

He set me down onto the ground when we reached the set, ready to film some new scenes.

I knew that there wasn’t much time left. There were only a couple of scenes left until our kiss. Jensen’s and my character were going to get together. “Finally” according to Jared and Misha but Jensen and I left this awkwardly uncommented. We both knew that it wouldn’t be easy and I mentally scolded myself for not talking about this scene with Jensen yet.

“Okay, guys, we had to do some changes in the program. We moved a few scenes and today we’re doing the scenes in the church and at the children’s home. Tomorrow we’re going to film the bunker scenes including the fight between Sam and Cas and of course the kiss.”, the director told us before we started working.

There was one half of me that was happy about the kiss scene being moved but on the other hand I just wanted to do it and forget it again and act like it never happened so Jensen didn’t get suspicious.
But maybe I could built up the courage to talk to him about it since it was quite a thing in our relationship, at least it was for me.

In the evening I spend my time in my trailer, thinking about visiting Jensen and… you know. Talk to him about this thing. It somehow didn’t seem like a big deal to him and it made me thinking to much.
Was I overreacting? Was I putting too much thoughts into this kiss?

I had been alone for not even half an hour until Jensen entered my trailer, slowly opening the door and closing it again.
A shy smile formed on his lips as he looked into my eyes briefly.

It wasn’t hard to find out what he wanted.

“So, um, I wanted to… you know, um…”, he began, trying to find the right words, “You wanna talk about it?”
He approached me hesitantly before he sat down next to me, leaving an unusually high amount of space between us. “Yeah, I guess.”, I shrugged, wanting to be casual, which somehow loosened the tension a bit.

“I don’t want it to be awkward.”, he chuckled while he leaned back against the wall of the trailer, the pile of pillows embracing him. “Yeah, me neither.”, I agreed and even though his calmness made my shyness fade away, I was still nervous as fuck.

“You sure you’re fine with it?”, he wanted to know, his hands crossing behind his neck. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I? It’s just a kiss.”, I replied, not really meaning what I was saying. I was fine with it but I was so nervous about it and thought about it all the time. And of course the fact that it could reveal my feelings towards Jensen made it a bit not fine.. “It’s not like we’re going to film a sex scene. That would be awful.”, I continued, laughing at the end of the sentence.

I watched Jensen’s facial expression drop and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What is it?”, I asked when he sat up again.

“You haven’t read the new script yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t.”

“There’s this one scene… but I’ll talk to them. Maybe they can change it or maybe they can imply it or something…”, he mumbled while he shifted uncomfortably.
Somehow I needed a moment to understand what he was talking about and then it hit me. “Oh! No, Jensen, it’s fine. Really….”, I laughed nervously, “It’s just, um, because… I don’t think a lot about being naked on screen. With ‘awful’ I meant that it would be even weirder than the kiss. Between us, I mean…”

“So, you don’t want to have sex with me?”, he asked abruptly, a flirty smirk on his face, making my eyes widened in surprise. I was definitely not prepared with this kind of question.
“I was just messing around with you.”, he chuckled and then stood up, strechting his limps. “Anyways, I need to go now. Still got some text to learn…”

I stood up too and followed him to the door where he gave me a tight, breathtaking hug before pressing a kiss on my forehead. A big smile appeared on my lips, unconsciously.

I watched him going away until he stood dead in his tracks, turning around and coming back to me again. “Do you want to have sex with me?”, he questioned with such a serious expression that made me laugh.


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ar-tecon  asked:

Oooooo! Could you do the RFA+V+Saeran's reactions to MC having a big old fluffy mutt that's really well trained but cuddly? Thank you! <3

I!!!!!!!! Love!!!!!!!! Dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want a dog sooo bad ;-;
(D/N) is the dog’s name of course.

-He is pretty indifferent about pets until now.
-If you like pets, then he likes pets.
-The dog manages to get along with Lisa too.
-Despite having previously not cared much about owning pets, the dog grew on him fairly quickly. It might’ve been because you loved the dog so much, maybe it was because they were so friendly. Maybe it was both.
-It was nice to have a dog after his experience with Sally.
-He loved that you and the dog would both greet him so happily when he came home.
-Also, the fact that they didn’t bark and tear up the whole house was a huge relief. He did not want to deal with that.
-Yoosung tends to give the dog treats a lot. By treats, I mean human food.
-He’ll sneak some food to the dog even though the dog doesn’t beg for food because of how well behaved they are.
-Something about giving the dog treats makes him happy.

-It’s not a cat, so he’s cool with it.
-He’s also a bit of a dog person himself, so he’s very cool with it.
-It’s a big relief for him that you’ll never be home alone. You have a big dog to protect you and keep you company whenever he’s away from home, or when you go out for a walk.
-Really, you have no relieved he is for that.
-The dog is so extremely well trained too. They never mess with anything around the house or make a lot of noise.
-There might be hair around the house, but you always take care of that so he doesn’t have to.
-He takes selfies with the dog sometimes, or with you and the dog.
-The dog also really likes Zen, but both the dog and Zen crave your attention.
-One of them will see you paying attention to the other and get jealous and try to get your attention instead.
-Who knew you actually had two puppies.

-She’s not big on pets, mostly because of her previous experiences with Elizabeth.
-She doesn’t like all of the hair and fur getting all over the place.
-Because of that, you’re nervous because your dog is fluffy.
-You promise her that you will take care of all of the hair and that they will never lay on her clothes like Elizabeth did because they were trained not to do things like that.
-When she hears how well behaved the dog is, she calms down.
-And, when she meets the dog, she is surprised of just how well behaved the dog really is.
-They aren’t rambunctious and they don’t make messes. She didn’t know animals like that existed.
-Jaehee is now okay with your dog.
-She enjoys giving them commands that they’ve been taught like “shake” or “sit” and then giving them treats as a reward.
-She grows to actually really love your dog. She loves them so much that she even helps clean up the hair they leave around the house.

-The dog makes you happy and you love it very much.
-But he feels like the dog could easily hurt his precious Elizabeth since it is such a large dog.
-You promise him that your dog is very well trained, but he still has his doubts.
-It’s not until you force him to meet your dog that he believes you.
-The dog is as well behaved as you had told him countless times and they are very friendly. They greeted him so happily when he first walked through the door.
-Much to everyone’s surprise, he warmed up to the dog.
-Even when he gathers up the courage to introduce Elizabeth to the dog, Elizabeth doesn’t seem very threatened by them. Eventually, even Elizabeth likes your dog.
-So all is well.
-All four of you have cuddle sessions together often. It’s very warm.

-Dogs are fine and all, but cats.
-Cats are so nice.
-He doesn’t dislike dogs, he’s just more of a cat person.
-But when he meets your dog for himself, he changes his mind.
-Your dog is awesome.
-It is so well behaved and friendly he finds himself really enjoying messing with them like he messed with Elizabeth, minus the running around with them in his arms because they are way too big and heavy for that.
-It’s just… they never get angry and snap at him when he messes with them?
-So he finds it hilarious.
-He plays with your dog all the time though, typically in normal ways like playing fetch or tug-of-war.
-Other times he does things like pretend he is also a dog and tries to wrestle it.
-I swear to god, Saeyoung
-Even though Saeyoung teases them all the time, they still cuddle up to him and love him.

-Your dog quickly grows on him because they’re so cuddly and well trained.
-V has always had a soft spot for animals, so he sees no problem with you having a pet. In fact, he likes that you have a thing for animals.
-The dog keeps him company if you’re ever not around. He appreciates that the dog does the same for you when he’s not around too.
-Because of his worsening vision, he has thought about getting a service animal. The fact that you like dogs and have one of your own makes him want a service dog even more.
-When he runs the idea by you, you’re obviously up for it.
-Your dog and his service dog get along wonderfully because they are both so well trained.
-Now, neither you, V, or both of your dogs are ever lonely.

Saeran: (this one is longer because I got a really fluffy idea, sorry)
-He doesn’t have experience with animals so he doesn’t really have any opinion on pets.
-But, your dog is so friendly and calm, it makes it easy for him to warm up to them.
-The first time you brought him to meet your dog was precious.
-Your dog went straight to him when you both walked through the door and started sniffing him and nudging him while waging their tail and panting happily. They didn’t bark, of course, which was a great thing considering it would’ve scared Saeran. The size of the dog was intimidating enough.
-Saeran just stared at you like an innocent, confused child silently asking what’s happening. You smiled to him before crouching down and petting your dog, bringing their attention to you instead. You greeted your dog in a baby voice because who doesn’t do that when they see a puppy.
-Saeran sat on his knees beside you, watching how you interacted with the dog. He was a bit nervous and you could tell.
-So, you took matters into your own hands. You gave him a light smile, seeing that he was still observing what was happening beside him like a lost little boy, and gently took his hand.
-Carefully, you brought his hand over to the dog’s head. When you let go, the dog began rubbing against his hand, still panting with delight.
-With the same lost expression on his face, he rubbed the dogs head cautiously.
-“Saeran, this is (D/N). (D/N), this is Saeran,” you introduced them.
-Saeran’s eyes didn’t leave the dog the entire time he was petting them. You saw him ease from his previously tense state slowly.
-That is, until your dog got a bit eager and started to climb onto Saeran, standing on his knees.
-You had a mini heart attack because you were afraid Saeran was going to be scared, but you heard light giggles instead.
-Saeran was giggling.
-He started to pet the dog with less caution, petting all over their huge body.
-He didn’t stop smiling and letting out smol small giggles the whole time. He was so mesmerized by how soft and friendly the dog was.
-The dog even rolled over and let Saeran rub their stomach.
-It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen in your life.
-Saeran was even doing little baby-talk noises under his breath.
-can you imagine
-He acted like a little boy seeing a dog for the first time because that’s exactly what he was.
-Needless to say, he loves dogs now. Specifically yours.
-Your dog is his new best friend.

William Nylander #2

Anonymous said: Could you make one where you met William nylander family for the first time?


A/N: apologizes for any spelling or grammar errors, as usual i wrote this at some god awfully late time. but hope you all liked it!! :)

Word Count: 2,759

If your boyfriend thought you were just casually going to up and meet his family then he was crazy. And after walking into the suite you normally sat in during Leafs game, it was confirmed - William Nylander was freaking crazy. Cause staying around was his entire family, visiting from Sweden, and looking at you as if you had two heads.

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nerd *

WARNING : contains explicit sexual content

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You glance up from overtop your glasses and smile at the sight of him, nose scrunched up in concentration, pencil dangling from between his index and middle fingers. His long legs are covered by the grey knit blanket you two share, and your legs are resting on his with your feet sticking out the side of the fabric. Your bed is dipping beneath your combined weight and both of your backpacks are open with notebooks and textbooks spilling out onto your carpet.

“Do you need help?” Shawn asks quietly, shy eyes skittering up to meet yours. His hair is floppy around his face and his glasses are sliding down his nose but you can still clearly see the attractiveness in his features: his sharp jaw, his white teeth, his pretty eyes. And when you allow yourself the peek, his bulging arms aren’t too hard to look at either. “You just, you know, you’re staring so I was just wondering if maybe you needed help with your math or something.”

You blink back to reality and look down to your lap at the blank math worksheet in front of you. Your pencil is still tucked into your bag and your calculator is still in your backpack across the room; it’s obvious you’re not even trying. Shawn’s so kind hearted, so determined to give you the benefit of the doubt, that you say “I actually haven’t even started it, really. To be honest I’ve just been thinking about how good you look”

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What we know: 

  • Ed misses Oswald. 
  • Ed ‘cared’ about Oswald. 
  • Ed took drugs to see Oswald after he was gone. 
  • Ed hallucinated Oswald singing seductively
  • Oswald did consider giving Gabe another chance if he could be loyal (but we saw how that turned out) 
  • Oswald was desperately waiting to hear from Jim/The Court about Ed’s location. 
  • Oswald did forgive/(somewhat) trust Butch, after Butch led him to his mother, which was essentially a trap. (granted that was more Galavan/Tabitha, but I always felt Butch was partially responsible too) 
  • When Ed said, “you’re alive” he sounded.. less than thrilled about it…
  • Isabella was sent by the court

What we can, rightfully, speculate: 

  • Oswald’s feelings for Ed are not purely hate. (hate may be part of it, but it’s far more complex, than say his feelings of hate towards Galavan.. etc.)
  • Ivy will use her perfume on Ed, because although we know Ed missed Oswald, I don’t think Ed will readily admit that to Oswald. (Also, why would the writers use it on Gabe and not Ed)
  • That still, from 3x20. I’m going to say that there is no way, he isn’t saying something along the lines of i care about you/i missed you. That face, is pretty sentimental looking, you don’t look at someone like that if you don’t care deeply about them. 
  • Isabella was sent by the court to ruin our lives.

What we want to speculate: 

  • Oswald, although he may hate Ed, still loves Ed. (How he reacted to the painting, how he reacted to Ed on the TV, how he went to Jim and even after Jim told him to leave it, he still persisted to get info about Ed, getting himself locked up/taken hostage in the process) 
  • Ed’s feelings for Oswald are more than just friendship. (After 3x15… I’m pretty sure this is likely) 
  • Isabella was sent by the court. (come on, we all know this has to be the case. The court admitted to being responsible for the Bruce clone, Isabella just so happened to speak to Ed first, and with riddles no less. The scene with Oswald & Kathryn at the founder’s dinner.. Isabella was way too perfect for Ed, almost as if she was designed for him. Library conference, ha, she was going to check in with the court. 

A couple extra thoughts: 

  • Ed never loved Isabella, or Kristen. Ed has never been appreciated or accepted by anyone, except Oswald. When Kristen found out he killed Officer whats-his-face, she called him a psychopath and flipped out, not to mention how she treated him before they got together. I feel like Ed had an idea of what he thought love was, but he didn’t realize it wasn’t really love, and that the only person he truly loved was Oswald, until it was too late. OR when he finds out the court was responsible for Isabella, he will come to this conclusion. 
  • Oswald’s face in the 3x20 still… makes me nervous. It’s really hard for me to gauge what his expression is. Shock mixed with something I can’t quite put my finger on. His mouth seems to be upturned a little bit, not just a shocked expression, but some joy in it too. Part of me thinks it’s a smugness, and that he’ll reject Ed’s confession (which in my mind will 100% happen) much like Ed rejected his at the docks. But, I want to stay hopeful, because it could be something else.
First Kiss (Modern Sonamy)

(I don’t own this image, second, it’s not even the image I wanted -puffs up cheek- but whatever, why is there no picutres of Amy’s head leaning up to kiss and Sonic not moving but hidden behind it??? come on!)


Upset by Sonic disappearing and not saying goodbye, Amy had worked hard to help the others keep Eggman at bay, until finally…

She teared up in anger when she saw him, acting like nothing was wrong.

Although she had been thrilled to hear he’d come home, and amazed when they said he showed up randomly to save them from Eggman’s invasion, she was still trying to stay a little mad at him.

Before he left, she had thought nothing was wrong. But she was crushed when she found out what had happened to him. Being thrown into another dimension… knowing he might never be able to return.

But return… he did.

She clutched her fists tight to her sides, arms straight and down.

She struggled to not run to him, wrap her arms around him and just simply cry in relief that he was back.

He stood there, up on the hill, with one hand relaxing on his hip and a neutral smile upon his face.

Did he even see her? Or look right through her?

“Long time no see,… Amy.” He raised his head. His eyes kept a serious, firm expression… but his mouth was still curled into a smile.

What was he doing..? Couldn’t he see how much she…

She shook her head, and lowered it as her shoulders started to bounce. “You… you were gone an awfully long time…” she barely got the words out of mouth before her lips started trembling.

He continued to smile, without showing much reaction to her.

She felt her hands going numb from squeezing them so long, but spoke again. “When we last saw each other… you didn’t say goodbye. You knew it was risky and you didn’t say anyting.. did you even know.. how much I… how much I missed you?”

That was the last thing she could say, before the tears silenced her for a moment as she sobbed.

Now, he started advancing, closing his eyes a moment as if settling something within his mind before coming closer to her.

“You… You should say something next time!” she blurted out, and jumped into his arms, something he seemed to expect as she cried over his shoulder.

“I waited for you for so long! What were doing over in that dimension! Sight seeing!? I’ve tried to be so strong and help fight. I’ve tried to not think about if you never… I couldn’t stand thinking that I was fighting for a future that… that might not..”

When she quieted down, he held her back, dipping his head down slightly too, and gently saying, “I missed you too… Amy.”

Suddenly, she was scooped up into his arms bridal style, something that she had long forgotten for some time.

She wiped her eyes, trying to see clearly. “W-where are we going?”

“Home.” He smiled, looking down at her.

Her face pursed up again and she rubbed her head against his chest. “I don’t want to go home. I just want to be with you. You were gone for so long. I want you to promise you’ll stay this time. Stay… and don’t ever go away again!”

With seeing how desperate she looked, he realized the others would surely see her red eyes and distraught state.

Going off of wisdom, he decided to take her further into the wilderness…


Amy sniffed under a tree as she rested on Sonic’s chest. His arms were up and hands behind his head. He seemed to be chilling as she let the last bit of her emotions slip out.

Finally, she rubbed her eyes and looked up to him. “You never promised.” she pouted, but then looked away. “But.. I guess that’s asking too much of you.”

She knew he couldn’t control the wacky adventures or daring fleats his life naturally took him on. And no matter how much she pleaded, he was the hero of the world.. more so then her own…

Sonic finally opened his eyes and looked up then, at the stars.

It had gotten so late..

“Back in that other dimension… there didn’t seem to be a way out.” He took a finger and stuck it in his ear, cleaning it out, seeming fairly unemotional or unattached to what he was saying..

“I often thought of you guys.. the war with Eggman… and how you all were doing. I did get some help from that dimension, but it seemed to be taking forever. I even thought of that future you were talking about… The one you’re fighting for… And what would happen to it.”

Amy stared up at him, a little awestruck as she realized he was saying he was worried about her while he was away.

He looked down then, smiling that smae ol’grin.

“Wouldn’t want to disappoint ya, if you had to change all your big plans.” he winked, as she felt touched by his sentiment.

“Sonic…” her eyes shook, before new tears threatened her eyes.

She wiped them away and got up, holding her fists up by her side to show some new strength or courage.

“I’ll keep fighting for our future, Sonic! No matter what!” she smiled and giggled, closing her eyes as he looked a little confused.

“Our future?” he blinked, and tilted his head in curiosity.

She nodded, putting her hands on her hips. “Well, of course! I know you’re not 100 percent thrilled about it yet, but I’m gonna make it worth it! Hehe~” she got up and started walking out of the forest, as Sonic quickly strode up beside her.

“I can carry you back, Amy..” his voice was suddenly softer.. as if a child’s.

“Em-mm.” she shook her head, continuing in new found spirits. “I want to give my eyes time to cool down and not look like I’ve cried in front of the others.” she stuck her tongue out a moment. “You’re not the only one who likes to keep up appearances!”

He watched with a new expression, as if deep in thought and looked down.


He stopped walking, as Amy suddenly halted in her stride too and looked back over her shoulder. “Hmm?”

“….” he stared at the ground for quite a second, before speaking again.

“I’m worried… Amy.”

She lost her smile.

“That we’re not fighting for the same future…”

She had to think a moment too at that statement… before her bubbly self came back through and she turned fully to Sonic, rocking slightly on her heels before spreading her arms out dainty by her sides.

“It doesn’t matter what futures we’re fighting for, Sonic! The important thing is to fight to get the chance for a future!”

His eyes widened and he looked up, thinking upon her profound words before rubbed under her nose with her finger, mimicking his cocky attitude as she held her head up high.

“What’s wrong with multiple possibilities for a future? As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be happy wherever I am!” she flicked out her pointer finger and winked, waving it around to continue to tease him in his mannerisms.

He smiled and closed his eyes looking down gain.

“Now, it’s getting late. We should head back soon-”


                                                      Kiss me.”

Amy’s eyes blinked open, still frozen in the frame and pose she was last in, before turning, a bit awkwardly, and crunching her body up a bit.

“W-…what did you say?” she blinked in almost unbelief, still trying to keep her smile on her face, but it was squiggling into a nervous one now. Two distinct sweat-drops showed upon the side of her head…

“When we’re alone like this…  out of the public eye… you can kiss me. But I can’t give you anything back.”

She remained silent, not sure what- on the last strands of earth- he was talking about.

He looked up, seeing her expression, and  suddenly struck an actor’s pose; a cheeky look in his eyes before acting it up.

He shrugged and turned his head away, “Really, Amy. I give you an opportunity to get what you want and you just freeze up like that?”

He then shook his head. “Once in a life time opportunity.. letting it slip out of your grasp, just like that.”

He then raised his head up, as Amy still wouldn’t move…

“…Time start.” he winked.


He suddenly thrust out his hand, “5…”

“W-wha?” She sweated, nervously, slightly swaying her arms in a flailing manner of surprise. “What are you-?”

“4!” he withdrew his thumb into the palm of his hand.

“3…2…!” he kept pulling fingers down and back, the last finger remaining was his pinkie, that he left there a second longer while Amy charged him, panic all over her face.

He braced himself, lowering the hand down with that same neutral smile on his face.

She stopped the second she came up by his face, and kept her head down, shaking…

One hand held by her heart, hearing it race quickly…

“Well? Are you going to fight for your future or not?”

She raised her head, pouting at his taunt.

What had gotten into him!? A-all of a sudden asking her to..

She shivered a bit… but slowly began to lean up, and close her eyes.

He watched her… before keeping his hands to his sides, and after a second, closing his own eyes as well.

It wasn’t anything special or glamorous.

It was light and sweet to the touch.

Nothing fancy, just a first kiss, a first try, and first experience.

When she pulled away, she realized he really didn’t do anyting. He didn’t move away, or flinch, or anything!

This made her slightly upset, as he smiled and grinned widely, taking only a second to open his eyes to look at her before closing them again.

“There.. now I’ve got an idea what future you’re fighting for.”

She tensed up.

“D-did..” she shook a moment, holding her hands tightly in front of her.

“Did you just allow me to do what I w-want.. without really wanting it?”

“Huh?” he tilted his head, moving back slightly as his hands went up. “I thought you’d be happy about that..” he blinked, acting innocent as a child again.

This made her more furious, as she shook her head and turned away.

“I don’t want to just kiss to kiss, Sonic! That’s not what my future is! Nor what it looks like!” She then flung herself back around to him, shouting a little more authoritatively… “My future isn’t about what I want! It’s about what we both want!”

His eyes remained locked to hers.. processing..

She lowered her eyes, seeming sorrowful now that he didn’t understand that.

“I won’t count that as our first kiss.. because that’s not how I wanted it to be like..” Her small tears returned, making Sonic panic a moment that he did something wrong.

He waved his arms out in front of him.

“H-hey! I thought those were gone by now!” he seemed worried, but with great care, narrowed his eyes and stepped forward again.

He pushed his lips into a tight line, before lightly pulling Amy closer to him.

“I’m not sure I completely get it, Amy… But when we’re alone like this… would you mind showing me again? What you mean?”

She looked up, amazed again by this child-like sincerity, but also that he was really trying to grasp the future she fought for so desperately.

“…Sonic…” she was more than touched, she was starstruck.

(There is more to the story, lol. But I think I should leave it here ;) Hope you enjoyed it!)

One Of The Boys// Part  II

I am so fricking sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, but I had a bad writer’s block. I’m not really happy about the way this turned out, but I didn’t want you to wait any longer. This will also be not the last part of this story and  I would be so thankful if you could send me some story line ideas.

Hope you like it. xx (Typos and grammatical mistakes are probably everywhere, but whatever.) 

Summary: You and Shawn are best friends. Little did he know that you are in love with him. Unfortunately he is only looking at you like a little sister.

Shawn x Reader

“You are what?!” His face was showing pure surprise. You looked at him with a small smile and shrugged. Without giving his muffin another look, he placed it on the table, clearly having no appetite anymore.

“Look, it’s not like I’m leaving forever. I just wanted to do something new for once.” You tried to explain the sudden vacation plans you’ve made.

Few days ago you decided to change your appearance a little, but it was harder than you thought it would be, plus having Shawn around all the time, he  only distracted you, so you decided to visit your aunt. It wasn’t hard to convince your parents to let you stay at your aunts for a few weeks, after that everything else just happened and you were good to go. The only problem was that you didn’t have the time or guts to tell Shawn about it. So here you were, only three hours before your flight, telling your best friend that he had to spend the summer without you for the most part.

“I can show you new stuff, you don’t have to be at the other end of the country for that.” Shawn narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. You could feel your heart flatter by his words, but you tried to shake it off. He was just trying to be a good friend, but deep down you knew that he would forget about you faster than he’d think. Especially with Camilla being in town over the summer.

“I’ll be back before your birthday.” You softly said, giving him an apologizing look. Your eyes went to the clock on the wall, making you realize that you had to go.

“I need to leave now.” His eyes met yours and for a second you wanted to forget about everything, but you knew that if you wouldn’t go, he would never see you more than just  a little sister. Shawn was about to say something, but you gave him no chance. You hugged him quickly and rushed off, not having the courage to look at him one more time.


Twenty-three days. You were gone twenty-three days, twelve hours and thirteen minutes. To you it felt like an eternity, mostly because you missed Shawn. You glanced over to his window, hoping to see his handsome face, but to your disappointment his room was empty. With a loud sigh, you turned to the full-length mirror on your wall and watched yourself. A smile crossed your lips.

It blew your mind how a little bit more afford and a helping hand could change someone’s appearance so much. The strapless short dress was showing off your body without being too revealing. You felt comfortable in it, even though you weren’t really a dress-person. It was the first dress you wore in a very long time and it was a bit strange, but in a good way. You applied a layer of a soft pink colored lipstick and checked your make-up for the hundredth time. Being pleased with your appearance, you decided it was time to go.


The music was blasting. People were standing everywhere, drinking, talking and having fun. It was already dark outside and the whole garden was decorated with string of lights, making it all cozy and romantic. Making your way through the crowd, you got more and more nervous. There were few people looking up to you, but none of their faces seemed familiar to you.

“(Y/N) is that you?” You turned around, facing a shocked Geoff.

“Hey, Geoff.” You simply said giving him a sincere smile. His shocked expression went to a happy smile as he hugged you tightly.

“You look amazing!” He took a step back and looked at you once more, still with an unbelieving expression. Your cheeks turned red and you bit your lower lip, giving him a thankful nod.

“Have you talked to Shawn yet?” He asked.

“No, I haven’t seen him around actually.” You answered, looking around the backyard, searching for the tall boy. Geoff also looked around, but didn’t seem to find him either.

“Well, he should be somewhere around though.”

You talked a little longer, but than some guys called him, so he excused himself and left you by yourself again. You looked around once again and realized that you didn’t know many of the people around, but you figured that most of them were college friends of Shawn. Suddenly someone ran into you, spilling their drink on your dress.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” The person mumbled, looking at the cup in his hand and than at the mess they created. You were also looking down at your new dress, which was now soaked in alcohol.

“It’s fine.” You lied, trying to rub the wet spot away, giving the person a fake smile. A handsome guy with sparkling blue eyes and dirty blonde hair was standing in front of you, guilt written all over his face.

“No wait…” He looked around, when he didn’t find what he was looking for he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you. You looked at him, surprised by his sudden nakedness. When you didn’t take his shirt, he tried to clean it himself. Still perplex you watched him concentrating on the stain.

“I think you make it worse” You chuckled and looked at the stain getting bigger.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly. You were about to tell him that it was okay, when you finally spotted Shawn just a few feet away.

He was wearing a red flannel and his typical black skinny jeans. In one hand he was holding a drink while he was resting against the wall, facing Camilla. He threw his head back laughing at something she said. The nervousness which you forgot about was back again, your heart beating louder than the music. You watched him while he was intensely talking about something, still not aware about you starring at him. How could someone be so damn good looking without even trying? It was making you mad.  

Suddenly his eyes found yours and his jaw dropped. Camilla looked at him confused, but followed his eyes, just to see him starring at you. You quickly looked away, realizing that the guy, who spilled his drink over you was still standing next to you. He was telling you something, but you weren’t really listening. Shawn and Camilla made their way over to you.

“(Y/N)! Nice to see you again.” Camilla smiled at you. You smiled back, but didn’t feel like answering back, so you just nodded and turned your attention to Shawn. He was looking at you with an undefinable expression. You didn’t know what he would say about your new style and to be completely honest, it scared you.

“Happy Birthday.” You managed to say, giving him a quick hug.

“I’m glad you were able to come.” Shawn said, finally smiling at you. He looked at the shirtless guy next to you and pointed at him.

“So you both know each other?” He asked curiously. There was a sudden change in the color of his eyes, but you couldn’t put your finger on the reason behind it. You looked at the guy and he looked back at you, before you both started to laugh.

“Actually no, I accidentally run into her, spilling my drink on her dress. We were trying to clean it with my shirt. ” He pointed at your dress and gave you another apologizing look. Shawn narrowed his eyes.

“(Y/N), I’ll give you something else to wear and then we can clean the dress properly.”  

“No it’s okay… It isn’t really that bad.” You said, but Shawn already grabbed you by your wrist.

“Excuse us.” He said, pulling you away from Camilla and the shirtless guy.

On the way to his room, you weren’t talking at all. He wasn’t even looking at you and it made you mad. Shawn was acting weird and you didn’t understand why. When you arrived in his room, he closed the door and let go of your wrist. Still not looking at you, he went to his dresser. He opened a drawer and threw one of his t-shirts to you.

“Shawn, I can’t go back to the party wearing this.” You held up his gray Hogwarts-Shirt, rolling your eyes.

“Why not? You are wearing baggy t-shirts all the time.” He said watching you from the mirror, with his back still facing you.

“Not anymore.” You hissed, crossing your arms.

“Just get undressed and put that shirt on.” He said frustrated.

“No, I won't”

“What is your fucking problem?” Shawn threw his arms in the air.

You looked at Shawn with wide eyes, shocked about him swearing. Shawn wasn’t really the type to swear, only when he was really upset and for some reason he seemed to be pissed at you. You didn’t know why, because you did nothing wrong. But him treating you like that, made you angry too.

“I mean, what happened to you? Talking to a guy like Scott? And what is with the dress and the make-up and your hair? Since when do you dress..”

“Like a girl?!” You interrupted him. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

You waited for him to talk up, but he just stared at you. His eyes on you, made you feel more insecure than ever. Your gaze automatically went on the ground, not daring to move. Scared to see what happens next. Suddenly the door opened and both of you looked up to see who it was.

“Am I interrupting something?” Camilla appeared in the door way, a concerned look on her face. Before you could answer, Shawn was already talking.

“No, I was about to come downstairs anyways.” Without giving you another look, he past Camilla, who immediately went after him. Leaving you alone.

Shout out to @fan-of-many-bands who wanted to be tagged and to all the other people who liked the first part. :)

Colors || Part Two

lin manuel miranda x reader

prompt: it’s anthony’s last performance, and he requests that you come and watch his final show. he isn’t aware that you haven’t stepped in a foot in the city ever since you and lin parted. 

a/n: after procrastinating for so long, here is the final part of colors :)) 

part one


“You have to come Y/N! It’s my last show, I want you to be there.” Anthony begged you, his voice desperate as you groaned and tugged at your hair in frustration.

“Ant, you know how I feel about the city.” You argued, pacing your bedroom as you thought of the memories that you left behind in Manhattan.

“I know that you don’t like the city, but Y/N please.. do this for me, not for Lin.” Ant pleaded, the volume of his words lowering at the mentioning of your ex.

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Stranger Things pt.2

Fandom: Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader
Summary: What starts as help with classwork gets complicated when Peter Parker’s night job and you last name start to conflict. Not everything is what it seems, and strange things are getting stranger. No request. I’ve just recently developed an obsession with Peter Parker, and was dying to write something with him :) Part 1 here

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

You drummed your fingers on the worn table top, staring out the Starbucks window. You’d only met with Peter three times before today, but had started joining him and Ned for lunch. Which left you calling them your friends and made you feel justified in feeling annoyed at Peter’s lateness. This wasn’t like him, and he gave no indication at school that he was going to cancel. And yet here you were, sitting alone at your usual table with just your physics homework keeping you company. 
Brushing it off you picked up your phone and tried to type a text that didn’t sound too needy or whiny. You ok? you typed. Then shaking your head you erased it and typed a more flippant message We still studying today? 
You sent it and waited. “20 more minutes.” you said to yourself. 
But then 20 minutes passed. No reply. No sign of Peter. You got up and stuffed your books into your backpack. You had been stood up. It hurt your pride, and your feelings, more than you wanted to admit. Stop being such a girl. You chided yourself. 

After an hour in traffic, doing nothing but dwelling on your thoughts and insistently checking your phone, you finally got home. “Hello Jarivs,” you said as you entered Stark tower’s elevator. “Hello Miss Stark.” he replied.
“Any drop-ins from my dad?” 
“No, he is still in Belgium.” 
You knew your dad, Tony Stark, was not only enjoying his annual business trip but was surely getting use out of his new Iron Man suit. You figured he would have used the faster model and stopped by the tower at least one time during his trip. But maybe he was actually focused on his work for once. Plus he wouldn’t drop in without seeing you.
Ever since your dad returned from the Middle East, with an arc-reactor in his chest and a hero complex, he had been a better father. Better than you could have imagined. You two were close, and spent as much time together as possible. You even got to spend time with the Avengers, who hung out so frequently in the tower it became normal to see Captain America having a moral debate with Thor in the living room, or to walk in on Nat flirting with Bruce in the downstairs lab.
“Cool, thanks. I’m going to take a shower now.” you said heading up the glass staircase to your bedroom.
“Are you alright Miss Stark? Your tone indicates you are upset. Should I call Mr. Stark?” 
“No! I’m ok. I’m just tired. Promise.” You said plastering on a smile even though you knew Jarvis couldn’t technically see you. You didn’t want to bother your dad with boy trouble, or admit that you had boy trouble. Lord knows you didn’t need Iron Man showing up at Peter’s door demanding to know why he wasn’t at Starbucks.
“If that is what you want Miss Stark.”
“Thanks Jarvis.”

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard a banging noise coming from the living room. Your heart stopped. You knew it wasn’t one of the Avengers, as they had access to all the doors. Your first thought was that it was some evil villain or angry demi-god. But then again, it’s not likely they would knock. In your experience they tended to blow things up first, ask questions later. Slipping into black leggings and an oversized white knit sweater you stumbled to the stairs, peaking for the upper level. There, curled up on the balcony was Spiderman. You rushed downstairs, almost slipping with your bare feet, and yanked open the glass door. Spiderman stumbled inside, breathing heavily. “Are you ok?” you asked hands fluttering around him to check for any gashes you couldn’t see. 
“Mr. Stark,” he gasped.
“He’s out of town. But I can call him. What do you need? Are you hurt?”
“No-” Spiderman said, holding up a hand to distance and stop you, “I just need. I was on a chase. No injures. Just exhausted.” He leaned against the couch for support.
“You sure?” 
When you asked this his face shot up and his breathing fell again. Startled by his sudden change in demeanor you stared, confused, into the white eyes of the mask. 
“What-what are you doing here?”
You raised your eyebrows at that. Clearly Spiderman was a newbie. “I live here.”
“You what?!”
“Y/N Stark.” you said giving a brief wave. “Tony’s my dad.”
With that Spiderman shrunk to the ground, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘you’ve got to be kidding me.’
“Are you sure you’re okay? I know first aid, or I can get Dr. Banner, or Jarvis can call someone-” you said still concerned. 
“No. Thank you.” He said, still speaking through his mask. “I’m ok. Really. I just need a moment. I don’t have it in me to get home yet.”
“Listen, you can stay here and rest until you’re feeling up to it. You’re welcome to anything in the fridge,” you said indicating to the kitchen behind you, “And if you need to just get out of that ridiculously tight costume you can use my room. That way you can breathe and rest and not worry about your secret identity being in jeopardy. I’ll chill down here.”
“Your dad made this costume,” Spiderman said with a scoff.
“Yeah, well he’s a bit of a show off.” you said giggling and gesturing to the blue and red outfit, “and that reflects in his work.”
“Hey, I think I look cool!”
“No, totally.” you said, nodding and giving your best sarcastic expression. It was good to know Spiderman was well enough to still take a joke.
“Go on, use my room. Rest. Do what you need to do. Then just give a shout before you go.” 
“Really?” he asked very nervous about something. 
“Really. It’s the second door on the left.”
“Ok.” timidly he got up and went upstairs. Leaving you looking after him. You didn’t expect Spiderman to be so…so weird. From what you heard he was innocent, in a genuine but insistent kind of way. But to you he just seemed confused and skittish.

Originally posted by hot-as-f

“What. What is going on?” Peter muttered to himself. He reached Stark tower hoping to just crash for a bit to get strength to get home and he ran into Y/N. Y/N Stark. Ripping off his mask he closed the door behind him and whipped out his cellphone. He typed out a rushed message to Ned asking how he failed to mention that Y/N was a Stark. He was watching the three dots appear and disappear when he pressed the spider on the front of his suit to let it fall.
But as the suit started to slip off the door creaked open, “do you need some water-” you stopped short, standing in your doorway your mouth falling open. Peter Parker stood in the middle of your room. In his boxers. With Spiderman’s outfit around his ankles. He was shaking his head, his eyes wide and wild. “You- you didn’t knock!” he said loudly.
“I didn’t know you were getting undressed so quickly!” you said, suddenly realizing what had just happened, dropping the glass of water you had brought him and throwing your hands in front of your eyes.
Peter reached out and caught the glass before even a drop was spilled.
“You’re Spiderman?!” You exclaimed bringing your hands down.
“You’re a Stark?!” he shot back.
“Fair play.”

“I’m going to let you put some clothes on.” You said suddenly very aware of how close Peter was and how little he had on. Peter’s face turned as red as his suit. “O-Oh God. Yeah.” 
You turned and left the room, not sure where you were going but trying to find some space to process what just happened. Peter, Peter Parker is Spiderman. You shook your head unable to believe it. And he knows you’re a Stark. The second thought crawled in, bringing with it the realization that everything was really about to change. It always did once people found out your last name. Suddenly all they saw was the glowing letters on the tower, or the red and gold of your dad’s infamous suit. People either became really friendly or really distant. 
“Y/N,” Peter entered the room timidly, pulling down the edges of his latest corny science shirt. “I think we need to talk.”
“Listen Peter, I’m sorry for messing up your secret identity thing. I didn’t mean to-honest. But I promise your secret is safe with me.” You gestured to the tower as evidence of your secret keeping ability. Peter sighed, releasing the tension that had coiled in his chest. “Actually, it’s kind of good you found out.”
You looked up in surprise, “Is this where you tell me you’ve got the bodies of your enemies stuffed into your closet? Because while I’m cool with crazy, there is a line.”
Peter smirked, appreciating your effort to make things feel normal again. “No, I mean it’s a relief to have someone to talk to. Other than Ned, everyone’s in the dark and even he- he doesn’t understand it really.”
“But I do.” you said, your eyes locking with his. He was genuine. Not because of your name but because he needed a friend. Heck, you both needed one. 
You stretched out your hand, “Nice to meet you Spiderman, I’m Y/N Stark.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Peter said, taking your hand and smiling wide.

Undeniable Heat Chapter 35: Back Home

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Giving Gen one more hug, you pulled back, amazed to find tears clouding your vision at the thought of leaving your new friend behind. During the short time you had been a guest in their house you had become close friends, and you weren’t ready to leave her yet. Gen had been there when you had needed a shoulder, giving you smart advice you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere else.

“Y/N, it’s time to go.” Jensen said from beside you, his hand slipping over yours, gently squeezing.

“The boys and I will be up in about a month. And you’re more than welcome to come down here again. Anytime. A room will always be made up for you.” Gen promised, her hand on the stroller where her two boys were sitting. Jared was standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder as he leaned down to kiss his wife goodbye. Giving them their privacy, you turned to Jensen. He pulled you into his side, throwing both of your bags over his other shoulder.

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Dance - Newt x Reader

Requested: Maybe. (No)

Summary: Newt and Reader are invited to the Ministry’s ball.

Warnings: I think like one swear. Also fluff. Lots of fluff.


When Newt came home that night, he looked awfully nervous. His eyes kept refusing to look into (Y/N)’s, and though that wasn’t completely out of character, it was much worse than usual. 

He seemed fidgety, jumping around a bit before he insisted on going into his case to check on everyone. 

(Y/N) sighed.  "Be back soon, this paperwork for the Ministry needs your signatures as well.“

Newt stiffened just a bit when she mentioned the Ministry, but she didn’t notice as he nodded and fled to his portable safe-haven. 

(Y/N) and Newt had been working together for quite some time; if (Y/N) was keeping track correctly, they had just passed nine months. Over that time, they had grown more and more comfortable around each other, Newt still a bit awkward at times, but (y/n)  had grown to know that that was simply as he was.

The Ministry recognized the fact they worked well together, giving them both pay for the research they collected in various creatures. They both loved their jobs, Newt getting to save and study magical creatures as (y/n) drew the fantastic beasts. Neither of them could imagine any better way to spend their lives. 

Well, Newt could imagine one way,, but it wasn’t very likely.

After about a half an hour, (y/n) decided to go in the case to visit her companion. Marking the page she had last filled out, she stood from the table and made her way to where the case lay. 

She climbed down the ladder and turned around, brainstorming where Newt might be. Without much thought, she headed to the bowtruckles. She wasn’t at all surprised to see him there, playing mother to the small creatures.

"How is Pickett adjusting?" 

Newt jumped at the sound of her voice, quickly turning around. "Merlin’s beard, (y/n)!”

She chuckled a bit. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

He couldn’t help but smile a bit at her laugh before answering her question. “To be honest, he doesn’t like it. He just wants to keep in my pocket.”

She sighed as she crouched down next to him. “I told you all that favoritism wasn’t going to help anyone.”

“I didn’t mean to! I just–”

She cut him off with a laugh. “I know, i know. But he better get used to it. And you better stop visiting him so much.”

She could’ve sworn she saw him roll his eyes, even if it was just a bit. 

“You seemed a bit uptight when you got home. Anything happen at the Ministry?”

At the question, Newt tensed. He seemed instantly nervous, a tale-tell sign if him not telling something.

“It’s… It’s nothing, really,” he mumbled.

Sighing, she stood and crossed her arms. “You’re a bloody awful liar, Newt.”

He stood in front of her, but didn’t look her in the eyes.  

“The… The Ministry invited us to…”

(Y/n) tilted her head, not having heard the second half of what he said from his quiet voice. “What was that?”

“They invited us to a dance. A ball of some sort.”

She gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me? When is it?”

Newt looked up at her, nervous butterflies still fluttering in his stomach. “Two weeks. But there’s one problem.”

“And what’s that?” (y/n) asked. 

“They said to bring a date.”

The statement hung in the air for a moment, before (y/n) spoke. 

“Well, that’s easy. We’ll take each other. As friends, of course. Just to avoid the hastle.” She added the last part on quickly after seeing Newt’s surprised expression. 

She thought his face may have went a bit pink as he looked at the ground. “Are you alright with that, Newt?”

“Yes! Yes.” He said quickly. “It’s just…” He hesitated. 

“What? Come on, you can tell me.”

He looked sheepishly at the ground. “I don’t really know how to dance.”

She grinned. grinned. “Then we’ll just have to learn together, won’t we?”


The idea of finally having a use for the old Muggle record player pleased (Y/n) very much. She put on a soft and slow song, one set up for a waltz. 

Newt stood beside her, his face almost one of fear as (y/n) turned to him. 

“Alright.” She started. “So, you need to hold mine hand–other hand, Newt, yes–then my hand goes on your shoulder and your other hand goes on my waist.”

(Y/n)  felt her face burn a bit as she felt the light pressure of his hand. If she had been brave enough to look at Newt, she would have noticed he was just as red, if not more. 

“Perfect,” she said. “Now, if I’m right, we move our feet in sort of a square…”

She instructed him on the movements, and though he seemed to understand, he kept stepping on her toes. Of course, he’d immediately apologize after each time. (y/n) just kept smiling. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Newt said with a sigh, having just stepped on her foot yet again. “I’m not very good at this, am I?”

“No, no!” (y/n) protested.  "You really are getting the hang of it, you just need to loosen up a bit.“

"That’s the part I’m not so good at,” he mumbled. 

“One more time, alright?” she pleaded. “Just one more song and I’ll let you go and visit Pickett.”

“Oh, alright,” he said with a sigh. 

He placed took his hand in hers, and placed the other on her hip. Listening to the soft beat of the music, he took a deep breath. 

It was as if a new Newt was dancing with her, (y/n) thought. He had become less stiff and jumpy than before, and he lead her this time through each step. Newt seemed to notice his own improvement, and decided to take a risk. 

He spun Her, and she followed gracefully in his arms. She smiled at him, proud. 

His confidence higher than it had been the entire night, Newt smiled back before ending the song in a long dip. 

But it seemed Newt’s luck had worn out. 

His feet were off balance and he went toppling down, (y/n) beneath him. If he hadn’t have caught himself with his hands, he would have hit heads with her under him. 

She  looked up into his eyes, breathing a bit heavy. Their noses were nearly touching, and the feeling of his breath across her skin gave her goosebumps. 

The moment grew more tense for the pair with each passing second, until finally, (y/n)  laughed. 

It wasn’t a small chuckle, or even a cute polite laugh, but a great big laugh that very nearly ended in a snort. Newt couldn’t help but grin down at her, his own laughter pouring from his lips. 

He rolled to the side, getting off from on top of her. They sat beside each other, just laughing and grinning at each other until the needle came to a stop on the record player. 


The night of the ball had arrived a bit too quickly to Newt’s liking. He shifted his feet nervously as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing what was the typical best dress for a man in the 1920s, therefore not as bright as his normal clothing. He had argued very hard to wear his blue coat, but (y/n)  had ultimately won. 

He adjusted the bow tie once more before he left his room with a sigh and went to the main room to wait for (y/n). He hoped she wouldn’t be long. 

Just after he had had that thought, he heard her door open. When she came into sight, his jaw very nearly dropped to the floor. 

She was fiddling a bit with the shoulder of her flapper-style dress, looking nearly as uncomfortable as Newt felt. Her hair was curled and tucked neatly by her chin, red lips pressed together. 

She looked down to smooth her dark blue dress before looking back up to Newt. She smiled. “You cleaned up nicely,” she said. 

“You did too. Better than nicely, actually, I mean, you, you look…” He paused and took a deep breath. “You look stunning." 

(Y/n)’s cheeks burned. "Thank you,” she said softly before walking over to him. “I think it’s time we go.”

Newt nodded and offered his arm. He was relieved when she took it. 

It wasn’t long until they were at the ball, for they apparated right outside the doors. They walked in, and Newt was shocked at the amount if people there. He looked back at (y/n). 

“You’re going to have to stay close to me. I’d hate to lose my… Date.” He said the last word with a bit of hesitance. 

(Y/n)  grinned. “No problem. I wouldn’t want to either.” They both smiled as they walked further in. 

They began making small talk to some of their aquantinces on the sides of the room, most asking Newt about his book and nearly ignoring (y/n) completely. He caught on to this, and was sure to include her by mentioning the illustrations so that he could have the chance to introduce her. 

After a while, they found themselves in the edge of the dance floor. A waltz was just beginning. Newt cleared his throat a bit. “May I have this dance?" 

She smiled and nodded, taking his hand as he led her out to the floor. 

He had improved drastically compared to the shuffling he had been doing back at their flat. He was no longer stiff and almost never stepped on her feet as he moved. She was smiling as he led her. 

He spun her, and when she came back in, she found herself momentarily pressed to his chest as they stumbled. 

"Sorry,” he muttered as he righted himself. 

“It’s alright,” (y/n) said with a red face. She found herself looking at her toes as a slightly awkward mood set in. 

“(y/n),” Newt said suddenly, causing her to look up. 

“Yes?” she asked. 

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a… For a long time now, and I’ve decided just to say it because you know what I always say is worrying makes you suffer twice and–”

“Then just say it,” she giggled. 

He swallowed. “Well, I… Like you. More than a friend. And I was so nervous to tell you about the ball because I didn’t want to try to ask you, or worse, have you ask someone else, but then you said we could go as friends and I know that you probably just want us to be friends and—”

“Newt,” (y/n) said again as she grinned. “I like you too. More than a friend." 

He looked at her, dumbstruck. "Are you… Really?”

She grinned. “Really.”

He smiled as he looked down at her, face lighting up. “Then… Then could I kiss you?”

She gave a shy smile as her cheeks burned. After a brief moment she nodded, and soon his lips met hers. 


You sight as you appear behind a very familiar customer.

‘‘Hello Rory Williams. Nice to see you again. I’ve got to admit, I’m impresed. You managed stay alive longer than the last time.’‘

The man turns around with a startled expression, but it soon dissapears when he sees you. Instead, he greets you like an old friend.

‘‘Well, you know, less aliens this time,’‘ he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes.

‘‘Alright Williams, tell me, do I have to speech again about how it is time to go or will we skip past that and go straight to the part were you tell me why you can’t go yet.’‘

Rory laughs, sounding a bit nervous.

‘‘You know I can’t leave Amy alone,’‘ he starts.

‘‘She still has the Doctor.’‘

‘‘Yeah, that doesn’t really comfort me. And by the way, they are probably already going back in time to save me right now.’‘

You couldn’t disagree. You, being a Reaper, felt indeed that something was changing. Rory was already fading from the world of the dead.

‘‘Rory, Rory, Rory,’‘ you mumbled. ‘‘You are bad for business. But trust me, one day we will meet again and that time you will have to come with me.’‘

Rory smiled, his expression calm but determined.

‘‘I’m sure of that. Let’s just hope that time won’t come soon.’‘

You grinned and waved with your hand as you looked at Rory’s fading figure.

‘‘Alright, alright. Just go now. But honestly, why do I get all these cases? You’re just as bad as the Winchesters…’‘

‘‘…Who?’‘ You heard Rory say, just before he dissapeared completely and was brought back to live. You sighted and turned around, softly humming the melodie of ‘‘Don’t fear the Reaper.’‘

‘‘I should get paid for this…’‘

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{ p a r a m o u n t } {part one?}

                                                    Summary :

You were stuck in a life of routine, until one night you stumbled upon a hill - changing your life forever.

Notes: Bucky x Reader, Fluff, If it gets good feedback I will write a part two! 

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anonymous asked:

Could I request Genji who has a crush on reader, and said reader insists on giving him a massage?

I didn’t know if you wanted young Genji or not so enjoy both

Young Genji

You noticed he was tense, but you didn’t notice he had been flirting with you for the past year you’ve known him. Honestly you just assumed that was part of his personality, and not that it really meant anything. 

It meant a lot, actually. 

The young ninja was so infatuated with you he often did foolish things to get your attention. 
Which is how he ended up in this particular situation. He had been so busy making sure you were looking while he was showing off training that he missed his step and fell square on his back. 

You decided to turn your gaze towards him only in time to see him sitting embarrassedly in the middle of the training field rolling his shoulders.

“Are you ok?” You asked, forgetting what you were doing and walking towards him. 

He turned towards you with an almost shamed smile, 
“Ah, yes. But it seems I fell for you.” 

The comment either went ignored or over your head as you ran your hands along his back, causing him to shiver. 
“Geez, so many knots… You need to loosen up.” 

Genji cleared his throat, and if you had been in front of him you would see the blush taking over his cheeks. 
“Perhaps not in the right way. Why don’t you show me how to do it?”

Again, ignored or missed. 

“Here, why don’t I just work out a few…” You kneaded palms against his shoulder blades.

He was rigid at first, until you hit a certain spot he grunted and loosened up. 
You continued rubbing soothing circles in his back, enjoying the noises you got out of him. 

You were so entranced in soothing this particular tough knot, you jolted when Genji suddenly turned around and grabbed your hand. 
He wore a smirk across his flushed face as he gazed at you with glazed eyes. 
“Now… It is my time to make you feel good…”

Cyborg Ninja

He was always so quiet around you, especially as of late. You never put much thought as to why, though you did observe the subtle change whenever he was speaking with Angela or Zenyatta. It wasn’t only them, he seemed more open with other people but more reserved around you. Though you knew he didn’t hate you because you could feel him gaze at you whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention. Some ninja he is.

It baffled you that he didn’t seem to notice whenever you watched him. Or maybe he did know, and was just very good at hiding it… 

You could tell instantly from the way he winced when he raised his left arm that something was off. 
He extended it a bit and rolled his shoulder as he craned his neck. 

Thats when it occurred to you it must be his muscle. Being mostly cybernetic seems to have made him neglect the part of him that were still flesh. 

“Here, let me.” You spoke, breaking the nervous atmosphere in the training room as you walked towards him.

He stood still, head pointed in your direction. Due to his mask you couldn’t see the expression he was wearing, but the way he tilted his head gave you the feeling he was curious. 

You extended your arms, running your hands over the seams of his armor. 

He hesitated a bit before carefully removing the chest and arm pieces of his armor, continuing to your surprise to remove his mask. 

You rarely saw Genji without his armor and mask, save the rare occasions there was a strictly casual gathering. You could tell even now he was self conscious about his appearance, for he avoided your gaze when your eyes traced his features. 

Gently you reached out, guiding his shoulders to turn  around. 
He complied, and you could feel him shiver ever so slightly when your hand graced his bare shoulder. 

You softly kneaded his shoulder blade, pressing down firmly on the knots that had probably been there for a while. 

He exhaled suddenly when you hit a certain spot, which encouraged you to keep going. You thumbed over the tense muscle as he slowly, almost subconsciously leaded his head back.

Then he moaned. 

You didn’t have time to stop or even register the sound he had made before he turned towards you and almost jumped away. 

“E-excuse me, that was inappropriate.” His face was flushed and you could hear a slight whirring from deep inside his cybernetic body, which almost sounded like a purr. 

“No, it’s ok. It’s a massage, they’re supposed to feel good.” You smiled a bit, trying not to laugh at his embarrassed reaction.

“Ah… If only I had known you before, things would be quite different… I wouldn’t be so..” He trailed off, as if he himself was unsure of where he was going. 

“Genji. It’s ok. I like the you that you are now.” Your playful smile changed in to one of compassion as you tried to convey your feelings.

Genji looked towards you, a coy smile tugging at his lips. 
“Then… Perhaps we can continue. Somewhere more private…?” 

tailor made { mulligan x reader }

{ all writings will be set in modern!au unless specified otherwise! thanks for reading!! xx} 

 "Don’t move.“ Hercules said, a pin in his mouth. This was his latest design that came to life. Long hours of designing, sewing, and altering came down to this moment. He wouldn’t sleep at all if this wasn’t finished in time. 

 "I know, Herc.” You grumble, trying to stand still. You were getting restless–he could tell. You didn’t mean too. The hours just seemed to drag on. He gave you a break to eat and that was it. You had to remind him to eat too. 

 "How does it feel back here? Too loose?“ He pinched at the fabric near your lower back. The dress was raised up slightly from what you could see in the mirror andy out waist was more defined. 

 "Maybe just a little tighter. Who is this for again?" 

 "Eliza.” He said quickly and went back to his stitching. “Long time client. Gives big bonuses. You’re about the same size." 

 You nodded and held your arms out straight at your side. Herc worked his magic until finally, his hands stopped moving. You still didn’t move, worried that something wasn’t right. 

 Hercules made his way to the front and looked at you, but mostly his eyes were on the new dress. His lips were pursed together so you knew he was thinking. 

"Turn around, love.” He said gently and you obliged, picking up the soft green fabric gently and then spinning. You tried not to get dizzy but you loved the way that the dress soared when you picked up speed. When you looked back up at him, you saw him chuckling. He came over to steady you and held your hands in his. 

 "It’s lovely, Herc. I hope you know that.“ You insisted, giving him a big smile. "Eliza will love it." 

 "I really like it on you.” He said softly, and his little smile grew. “I almost don’t want to sell it." 

 "Oh, stop. Green isn’t my color.” You laughed nervously. 

 "You look beautiful in it.“ He smiled widely, cheeks tinted slightly. This is a side of Mulligan that not everyone got to see. It was adorable. 

"Would you like it, (Y/N)?” He dropped your hands and stepped back once more. He didn’t see your wide eyes to match your surprised expression. You blushed a little and rubbed your forearm, nervous and unsure. 

“Aww, Herc, no. Give it to Eliza. You need the money. You said it yourself." 

"Yeah,” Herc bit his lip, seeming to be in a debate with himself. “I’m going to make you a dress one day, and you can have it on one condition.“ 

“And what’s that?” You gave him a look, a little confused yet still interested. 

 "I get to take you out in it.“ 

 "You just want some free advertisement.” You teased and Herc laughed too, coming closer to wrap his arms around your waist. 

You were slightly taller than him because of the pedestal that you were still on, but the difference wasn’t much. 

“Show off all your pretty designs … Good business for you." 

 "No,” he frowned. “Not at all. You’re beautiful and deserve to feel beautiful. Me taking you out would tell the whole world that." 

 You smiled sweetly and he picked you up gently and off of the pedestal. He kissed your cheek. 

 "Better yet, I can help you out of this dress.” He purred, kissing your neck and making you turn red. You arched your back slightly and raised your neck a bit, giving him more room to kiss you and he obliged. 

 "Is that a promise?“ You sighed happily.