c'mon you two


There is so much pain in his eyes when he talks about thinking about saving the baby. I wonder what it must feel like to have saved her, protected her, and have her grow to despise him like he was any other Revenant. 

let’s compare

canon Mercy

  • a white woman who has angel motifs. something we’ve seen all the time.

  • a white woman who has unethically resurrected/prolonged the life of/biomedically altered two men of color. (Genji and Reaper).

  • has very little backstory because misogyny actually and because Blizzard needs to keep her likable and not expand on her complicated character. if she’s not one-dimensional, she’s not appealing. if she’s not a hot, sexy nurse with almost no personality aside from being nice, bubbly, compassionate, and a little bit tired then she has no worth. let’s also note all of these personality traits are linked to her job and she really doesn’t have anything unique about her. (see point one)

  • has not aged since she was 17 or in her 20s? because of all of the biotic treatments. yes. that’s canon. Mercy is forever sexy and young. because “we need hot characters to sexualize” so no she is not representation for older women - she doesn’t look old. that’s kind of the point. we need older women who don’t fit the niche of heteropatriarchal standards of beauty. (compare to Ana and how her design transcends that box wonderfully).

concept Mercy

  • a black man with angel motifs. literally unheard of. I have never heard or seen of this. white angels happen way too often due to the idea of whiteness = purity.

  • a black man who did the same as canon Mercy. it’s still as bad but it isn’t, basically, white-on-black medical interference. there’s a long, sad history of black people and their bodies being used for medical experimentation. it’s not good. if concept Mercy had happened, this would have made his actions more sympathetic and more believably from a sense of compassion and care.

  • a black man who would have more backstory (maybe, if Blizzard’s inevitable racism didn’t get in the way… maybe this is wishful thinking…) than canon Mercy because he’s allowed to be complex and complicated because he’s not their sexxi nurse.

  • a black man who would have gotten to be a fucking healer??? a black man in the role of someone who helps, and has almost zero ties to violence. (Mercy’s game mechanics also reflect this and how she was upset Ana used her tech and “Must violence always be the solution?” – THIS would have been concept Mercy’s stuff too!!!!)

  • would have been in a relationship with Genji. we would have had canon gay men of color together. we could have had this.

  • “but Pharmercy is good!!” actually no hate because I sort of like Pharmercy and I’m a lesbian but a lot of the times fans don’t treat Pharah right and make her into some muscleheaded Big Brown Bitch and it gets very racist very fast.

  • “but Pharmercy could still be good!!” I mean yeah it probably could have been and I might’ve have for once had a straight ship in OVW but you know what would have happened? racism. this fandom sucks shit. but ngl if gay Gency had been canon I would have OTP’d them and never even thought about pairing Mercy with Pharah.

concept Mercy who is only a little different than canon Mercy but has 

  • pants
  • realistic and functional clothing
  • not immediately reeking of sexualization
  • still has everything canon Mercy has going on but: PANTS


# of episodes gems talk to humans

season 1A: 9 episodes (5 Not Counting Greg or Connie)
season 1B: 13.5 episodes (5.5 NCGoC)*
season 2: 11.5 episodes (5.5 NCGoC)**
season 3: 8 episodes (4 NCGoC)
season 4: 9 episodes (so far) (4 NCGoC)

*On The Run gets a technicality, as Amethyst is implied to talk with the Cool Kids in musical montage
**Does Say Uncle count? Does Uncle Grandpa count as human?

Early on in the show, I was under the impression that Steven’s role as a hybrid would be to, you know, help Gems better work with humans and bring two largely separate cultures together. Yet, the disconnect between humans and gems seems just as stagnant as ever. Even with new gems living on Earth with no set status quo to stop them from interacting with humans, they live far away by themselves instead of exploring new interactions. Humans have their own episodes, completely separate from the plot, with no apparent agency in the alien threat to their own home.

Season 4 shows promise for this to change, but time will tell if they get to fight alongside the gems, or continue being the damsels in the background. I’ve got my fingers crossed. 

Snow and Charming just straight up planning Captain Swan’s wedding, asking each other what they think while Emma and Killian are literally standing right in front of them and they aren’t even asking them what they think???

I’m Sorry! (Bucky x reader)

Summary: During a mission, Bucky does something to the reader for almost no reason, back at the tower, they argue in a very funny and deadly way.

Warnings: Mild Violence, fluff, sexual references, kissing

“I can’t believe you did that!” You screamed as you and Bucky walked into the tower from a mission. “I’m sorry! I saved your life!” He shouted.

“You pushed me off a fucking building!”

“Well…your not dead.” He muttered. “And it was fucking hilarious!” He said as he laugh.

“What happened this time?” Steve asked. You marched up to him. “Your so called ‘best friend’ pushed me off a building on the mission!” You yelled as you pointed at Bucky. “I want no part of this.” Steve said and left.

“You didn’t die!” He defended. “I wouldn’t have whether I was on the building or not!” You yelled. “There was an agent sneaking up on you. Heads up!” Bucky said.

“I know! I saw him and I had a whole plan.” You stated as he raised his eyebrows, clearly waiting for you to continue. “I take the guy in front and swing him into the guy behind me and THEY fall off the building together.” You said.

“That wouldn’t have worked anyway.” Bucky said.


“Cause you fell off the building.”

“I’m gonna kill you!” You screamed as you pounced on Bucky. He was able to catch you as the two of you wrestled on the ground.

“When did you get so strong?” He was shocked at your strength. “Once the boobs developed and the period started, it all fell into place. Hormones are a bitch.” You panted as you pinned his wrists near his head and straddled him.

“That’s real cute honey, but I’m stronger.” Bucky laughed as he rolled over and straddled you and pinned your wrists. “Damn serum.” You muttered.

“You wanna do something dirty?” He suggested. You scoffed and lifted up your knee and hit him in the groin. He fell limp and you rolled him off of you.

You started to walk away, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you down, making you fall. He dragged your leg to his body and once you were close enough, he wrapped his arms around your body, spooning you.

“Are you okay?” You asked from the new position. “I’m just perfect…actually I have a surprise.” He spoke. You gave him a questioning look but he smirked and lifted you off the ground, carrying you bridal style.

 "Let me go.“ You said as you squirmed in his grip. “Where are you- I swear to god, you throw me off a building I will rip off your other arm.” You threatened.

 "Sweetheart, just for that.“ He changed his grip so you were over his shoulder.

 He carried you all the way to the conference room. “We have a meeting in 5 minutes about the mission, don’t wanna be late, right?” He said.

 "You are not carrying me like this.“ You snarled and squirmed and kicked your legs. “Stop, honey. It won’t end well.” He said as he started to move his hand to the small of your back. “If you move your hand any lower…”

He moved his hand lower.

 "I swear to god I will end you! Take me to the roof, so I can push you off the tower, and maybe I’ll have one of Tony’s suits save you… MAYBE!“

 In the commotion he put you down and you realized he put you down in the conference room. With everyone there. "Hey guys.” You said casually and took a seat across from Bucky.

“Ok. What happened on the mission?” Natasha asked as she looked between you and Bucky. “Ok this is how it happened…”

You were chasing five guys with an important flash drive. You and Bucky ran after them as they went up a flight of stairs.

“Shit, those go to the roof. They probably have an escape route. C'mon!” You said as you two bolted up the creaky stairs. You kicked the door down and saw the men waiting for their ride. You guys could hear the sound of a helicopter, it didn’t sound far. The men yelled something in their language and took out their weapons.

_  You two sprung into action as you took on two guys while Bucky took on three. You were about to grab the guys collar when you felt a force pushing you towards the ledge. You let out a gasp as you started to fall off the building._

“Bucky!!!!!” You screamed in terror and anger. You fell towards the ground and luckily Tony was able to catch you with his suit before you hit the ground. You clung on to him for dear life…literally.

_  He brought you back to the roof and set you down. You marched up to Bucky, who just finished defeating all the guys. He smiled at you before you smacked him…very hard._

  “I had every right to smack him! He pushed me off a building! And Tony barely caught me in time.” You said. “That’s why Barnes has a bruise.” Nat said as she laughed at him.

 "That’s no way to treat your boyfriend.“ Bucky said as he smiled at everyone. "Sure it is, especially when you push your girlfriend off a fucking building!” You raised your voice.

 "You guys are dating?“ Everyone asked. "Yes, we have for a while. You guys are just are so clueless. Let’s talk about this outside.” He said and dragged you outside of the room. Before you could complain, he put his lips to yours and his hand behind your head.

“Wanna go have angry sex?” He suggested as the kiss got more intense. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You bit his lip at the sudden action.

 "Yeah, just don’t push me off a building.“

Little did you two know the silhouettes of your guys body were seen through the door. "They aren’t coming back are they?” Steve asked as he saw the scene unfold. Nobody answered as they all knew that answer.

“Friday, soundproof all the rooms in the tower. Lord knows which room they’ll pick.”

Bob Morley Imagine: Secretly


Summary: Reader and Bob are secretly dating. However, their characters just got together on the show and on a conference everyone teases them about it. It makes them, especially reader, feel uncomfortable. So reader confronts the cast members about it and Bob unintentionally reveals that they are dating which makes cast freak out.

Word count:1353

Originally posted by love-is-equal66

I couldn’t decide if this con was disaster or the best time of my life. It was the first con when I and Bob were a couple. The problem was that no one knew.

We had decided to keep it a secret. In fact I didn’t know why, but it was Bob’s idea. He thought that it would be better because it would prevent us from getting various kinds of reactions from fans. Because this fandom could be really harsh towards the actors and make our lives a living hell.

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

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

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

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eisenstaedt (Tenth Doctor x Reader)

a/n: hellooo! im in a very write-y mood, and this kinda came to me when i was scrolling through an old pictures blog and this little drabble came along. enjoy, lovelies! 

 WORD COUNT: 1, 243 


The TARDIS doors squeaked as Y/N pushed them open, her head popping out to check their surroundings. 

Y/N turned back inside, shouting to Donna and the Doctor. She was beaming as she spoke. 

“We made it! V-Day, New York! 1945!" 

The Doctor stepped out after Y/N, grabbing her hand as he went. Donna followed behind them, smirking triumphantly. 

"Her first go driving and she hits her mark spot on. What about you alien boy? How many years have you been driving her?" 

The Doctor turned and pulled a face at Donna as Y/N laughed. He looked down at her after a few moments, proud but still pouting. "Nice job, love. Although, I will still be doing the driving." 

Y/N rolled her eyes, smirking. "Gender roles. Even in space." 

Donna laughed at the two, always amused to hear them banter. "Well I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I’m gonna pop inside and change to fit the era. Care to join me?” Y/N smiled and grabbed her friends hand. “Let’s." 

The Doctor leaned on the outside of the TARDIS for 10 minutes, beginning to grow impatient, before they came out again. He smiled at sight of the two. 

Y/N gave a twirl, her white dress fanning around her. 

"What d'ya think? I went for the girl in that Eisenstaedt photo.” She said, referring to the famous picture of the sailor kissing a young woman as the V-Day festivities went on around them. 

Before the Doctor could respond, Donna twirled too. “I went for more of a Marilyn. Tried to get Y/N to join me but she says it’s the wrong decade." 

The Doctor shrugged though he nodded approvingly. "As much as I’d love to see Y/N dressed like that, you’re about 6 years off." 

 At Donna’s glare, he backtracked immediately. "You look great, though! Really, really great." 

Donna narrowed her eyes, hands on her hips. Y/N rolled her own and grabbed their hands, pulling them away from the TARDIS. 

"C'mon, you two. Let’s go look around, enjoy history!" 

Donna snorted, allowing herself to be pulled off by the younger girl. "God, you sound like him,” she said, nodding toward the Doctor.


Donna stood, looking around Times Square as confetti rained around the trio and crowds cheered for the country’s victory over the Axis Powers. 

“This is…this is fantastic! This is right out of one of those old black and white photographs! The old billboards! And the clothes!" 

Y/N was beaming, her fingers entwined with the Doctor’s. She looked up at him, raising her eyebrow slyly. "Pretty good for my first time driving, don’t you think?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, fighting the smile threatening to consume his feigned annoyance. 

“Don’t let it go to your head, love. It was one time." 

Before Y/N’s snarky comment could leave her lips, Donna grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the Doctor to go look into a shop window. 

The Doctor stood a few feet away, observing his two companions. The woman he loved and one of the people he trusted most. He was constantly thankful to have these two in his life, and Y/N had never not been loyal to him. Despite all that he had lost, he had gained just as much when Y/N joined him. 

The Doctor was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice when a young man in a sailors uniform grabbed Y/N hand or when he began pulling her away from Donna when the woman’s back was turned. 

Donna turned, looking around for Y/N in a panic. When she spotted her in the arms of the handsome sailor, she hurriedly made her way back to the Doctor, her heels clicking on the pavement. 

"Er…Doctor?” She pointed in Y/N’s direction. “Should we do something about…all that?" 

The Doctor snapped out of his reverie, his thoughtful smile dropping and his eyes widening in both shock and anger as the sailor dipped Y/N and kissed her full on the lips. 

A camera flashed as a photographer snapped a picture of the two in their lip lock, startling the pair out of their moment. 

The sailor lifted Y/N back up, smiling at her wide eyes and shocked face.

"Thanks, doll." 

Y/N’s face contorted from one of shock to one of anger. Who did this guy think he was?! ‘Thanks, doll’?! 

Before Y/N could regain her composure and most likely hit this man for forcing himself on her, the sailor had walked away, disappearing into the celebrating crowds. Y/N took a moment to look around and realize what the sailor was wearing and where exactly she was standing. She looked down at he own outfit and her mouth dropped open in an 'o’ shape. 

Y/N hurriedly looked around before spotting who she needed to, running to catch up with the photographer. Y/N grabbed his elbow gently as he packed up his camera. 

"Excuse me, sir? Could I get your name?" 

The photographer looked at her curiously before answering. "Alfred. Alfred Eisenstaedt.” He said. He fished around in his pockets and handed Y/N a business card before walking off into the crowds. 

Y/N was standing in the middle of the street, her shocked expression giving way to a delighted smile and her anger slowly dissipating when the Doctor and Donna caught up to her.

“What the hell was that?!” The Doctor asked incredulously. He looked to Y/N, his voice raising another octave. “And why are you smiling?!" 

That man had just…just jumped her! 

His Y/N! 

He just grabbed her waist and dipped her and kissed her! 

And Y/N looked happy about it! 

Donna took the card from Y/N’s had, smiling brightly as she read the name that Y/N had spoken earlier and realized what had just happened. Seeing that the Doctor was too consumed by his childish jealousy to recognize what had happened, still sputtering and waving his arms about, Donna explained as one would to a child. 

"Lover boy, remember that picture she said she modeled her outfit after?” Donna handed him the business card. 

The Doctors face broke into one of realization as he looked down at Y/N, who up until this point, had been silent and practically shaking with excitement. 

“Y-you don’t mean…" 

Y/N nodded excitedly, almost bouncing. "That was the picture! I’m the girl in the picture! I modeled my outfit after myself!" 

The Doctor looked unsure of how to respond. 

It was a historical moment Y/N had been involved in, and she looked so happy…but that sailor had just run up and made out with her! His Y/N! In the middle of the street! 

The Doctor stood there for a moment, his face thoughtful, before grabbing Y/N’s hand, twirling her toward him, and then proceeding to dip her and capture her lips just as the sailor had. 

Donna rolled her eyes at his antics, muttering under her breath. 

"So dramatic.”

The Doctor pulled away and Y/N quirked an amused eyebrow, smirking questioningly. He cleared his throat. “Just…no more kissing sailors…” he said, straightening back up. 

Y/N just rolled her eyes at her Doctor’s jealousy and Donna smirked at the bemused expression on the young woman’s face. 

The Doctor straightened his coat as he walked back toward the TARDIS, ready for this trip to be over. He turned and looked over his shoulder, his face still flushed. “And I’m driving!" 

Donna and Y/N stood, lips pursed and eyebrows raised, watching him go.

Donna spoke first: "Men.”  

Y/N’s lips lifted in a smirk as she corrected her friend. 


be my love (baekhyun)
word count: 1330 w.
genre: fluff, unfair performance au
summary:  baekhyun creates havoc in the doctor’s lounge when he wore a stethoscope, scrubs, and a doctor’s coat.

A short beep sounded from your coat’s pocket. You scrabbled your pocket to get your phone. A message notification showed on the screen.

Watch Music Core today~ ^^

You rolled your eyes and went back to work.

“Please don’t leave. It’s boring in the hospital but it’s fun when you’re around, noona!” Jisung pleaded, his grip tightening around your wrist. You chuckled as you lowered down to his level.

“I’ll be doing my rounds later at six. Don’t worry, you’ll see me again.” You gave him a warm smile before ruffling his hair.

“You promise?” He asked. The sparkle in the boy’s eyes made you want to say ‘yes’ even if you’re probably a little busy come six in the evening.

“I promise.” Jisung wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. You were careful not to tangle the tube of his IV.

When you closed the door to his room, the head nurse popped her head from the common room. She waved her hand signaling you to come quickly. “You’re gonna miss their performance! Run!”

You walked briskly because running on the halls of the hospital would deem unprofessional as a medical resident. That would exclude those assigned at the emergency room, of course. When you arrived, your hair was disheveled, sticking out at different directions. All the nurses circled the flat screen TV. They flashed a smile of mischief when you sat on your desk.

“What’s all the fuss about?” You tried to catch your breath. You looked at the TV only to find Music Core on the channel.

Just when you were about to complain why they made you hurry, an unfamiliar tune started playing. Your eyes caught the song’s title named, “Unfair”.

“Where are the other four members?” One of the nurses questioned, her hands fanning her face when Jongin appeared on the screen. She turned to you, a playful smirk placed on her face. “Where’s Baekhyun?”

“B-Baekhyun who?” You averted your eyes on the ground.

The head nurse nudged your side. “Oh, you know. The Baekhyun who keeps on visiting you when he has the time away from his idol activities. The one who keeps joining you for coffee everyday with a mask on his face even if you didn’t ask.”

You felt heat creep to your cheeks at the thought of Baekhyun’s persistence on catching your heart.

“Speaking of Baekhyun,” the head nurse turned her head back to the TV the exact moment Baekhyun started singing his line.

If you already know, please stop playing around. I’m getting more and more lost in you.

You can’t believe Baekhyun sported the whole doctor attire for this stage. From the bluish purple scrubs to the stethoscope. On the side of that, his golden brown hair stuck out in different directions as well. You found it completely irresistible when Baekhyun looked up and patted his face with the stethoscope.

“OH MY GOD” The head nurse covered her mouth with her hands. Girly screams sounded all over the common room because Byun Baekhyun was in freaking scrubs and a doctor suit all because of you.

Am I being selfish? Your eyes, your nose, your lips, I want to be the only one that looks at you. Am I being too greedy?

You were pretty sure your heart was about to escape out of your chest. You placed a hand over your chest. You weren’t sure if the song was for you because you didn’t want to assume. Maybe it was just another EXO love song everyone seems to love.

“Is he confessing on live TV?!” Your attending physician, the one in charge of you, popped her head through the door.

You sighed, “You too, Dr. Kwon?”

“It’s seldom we get some medical romance here, alright? Let me have my fun.” She said before joining the rest of the nurses in watching EXO’s performance.

“The song couldn’t be about me, okay. I’m sure this is another song to have women like you swoon over them. It’s a media tactic.” You said, matter-of-factly.

Girl, girl, be my love. We drank coffee everyday.

“Are you sure it ain’t about you?” One of the nurses questioned, arms crossed over her chest. “I beg to differ.”

Girl, girl, be my love. We talked for a long time on the phone every night.

Your fellow resident clasped her hands together as if she connected two and two together. “So that’s why when I sleep at the doctor’s quarters at midnight, there’s always someone whispering and giggling on the top deck.”

“C'mon, you two are perfect for each other. The boy’s obviously head over heels for you. He’s been courting you for almost a year and you still won’t answer him.” Your attending physician said as she leaned back on the chair.

A series of ’yeah’ and ’why won’t you answer him’ filled the room. You honestly don’t know why as well. It’s just that balancing your profession and relationships were a difficult task to do. Plus, he’s an idol and you weren’t sure if it would work out. You explained these bothering thoughts to the rest of them for them to understand your part.

“I’m sure Baekhyun has a good explanation why they performed this today. I’ll call him later when he’s done with his schedule.” You said before grabbing your clipboard and poked a pen to your chest pocket.

“Or we could talk about it right now.”

When you turned around, you were taken aback when Baekhyun stood there right in the flesh. In his hand was a bouquet of carnations and blue roses. You couldn’t take your eyes off Baekhyun in scrubs. It looked absolutely perfect on him. If only he were a doctor, he’d share the same worries.

“I thought you were live? How did you get here so fast?”

Baekhyun replied. “It was pre-recorded, sweetheart.”

“Well,” the attending physician continued, “We should go back to work. Let’s go everyone. We need to, um, save lives. I’ll see you later!”

You chuckled when she pumped her fists and mouthed to Baekhyun, ‘Go get her!’

The moment you heard the door click, you initiated the conversation. “So what do you want to talk about, Baekhyun?”

“Us,” he responded. You shrugged, “What about it?”

“Look, I really really really like you. This is not an idol stunt I’m pulling. Think about it. Why am I spending my time with you in the hospital during my day offs when I could have used it to rest?”

You were caught speechless. It all made sense and you were scared to admit it. “Why do I check on you every other hour during your shifts? Why do I fetch you just to take you home safely at four in the morning?”

“I should say I love you but I guess that’s too fast for your liking. But, I really like you,” Baekhyun took a step closer. He set down the flowers on the table before rubbing your sides.

“And if that song that I wrote with Chanyeol and Dean didn’t prove enough then…”

You cupped your hands on his cheeks. Baekhyun pouted. You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Byun Baekhyun. EXO’s lead vocalist and the most adorable puppy I’ve ever met. You have won a place in my heart. I like you, too.”

“And, no, it’s not too fast for my liking. I think it’s about damn time.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down until your lips are a few centimeters away from each other. You stared into his deep brown orbs swirling with adoration.

“I love you, Baekhyun.”

note: not really a valentines day gift for yall but it’s almost valentines so let’s just call it that lmao i’ll be writing for the rest of the members so stay tuned 💕 | masterlist

Online // p.p.

He didn’t get it. How some girl from San Francisco that he met just a few months ago can cause his heart to race and a smile become a permanent resident on his face. He hasn’t even met her in real life and somehow she’s taken over his mind.

They met on Instagram in October, Peter posting a picture of him and Tony Stark (to make it look like a legit internship) and somehow she found it and liked it. A notification that she was now following him came a few seconds after, half a smile on Peter’s face as he looks through her own page. One of the first pictures he comes across was her in Times Square with the caption Manhattan is calling me.

Before he really realizes what he’s doing, he’s messaging her.

Queens is much better, there’s more to NY than just Times Square.

He follows her back, not really expecting much of a response. Half an hour later his phone dings, a notification that he has a new message.

You’ll have to show me around sometime.

And the rest is history.

The two talk everyday, quickly switching from just private messaging to phone numbers after just a few short days.

“I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone in my entire life,” Peter tells Ned a few weeks after they started talking, “like, ever.”

Flash teases him of course, claiming that this girl isn’t who she says she is and that even if she is, she’s only using Peter to get to Stark.

Peter always talks to her after these instances, sneaking off into the bathroom to call her. Just hearing her voice, hearing her tell him that she cares about him and that nothing Flash says is true helps him make it through the rest of the day.

One day it gets worse, Flash literally following him onto the subway to take him home and incessantly trying to tear him down. Peter all but runs home, bounding up the stairs to his apartment and shutting himself in his room.

It’s bad today, can we Skype when you get home from school?

Give me two minutes.

Peter opens his computer, loading the Skype page. He finds himself looking through her Instagram, just pictures of her making him smile. He hears his computer chime, and accepts the incoming call from her.

“Parker Peter!” She exclaims, teasing him with the name.

“Hey Y/N,” he says, smiling, “how’re you doing? Are you at home?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” she nods, “we had a half day today, our spring break starts tomorrow.”

Peter nods, picking at his thumb nail.

“Peter?” Y/N questions, furrowing her eyebrows. “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s just…it’s Flash, you know,” Peter shrugs, “he followed me home and just…spent the entire time talking about you and how about that there had to be something wrong with you because you were friends with me…he just wouldn’t shut up. It was horrible.”

The girl wants nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, the only thing stopping her is a computer screen and about three thousand miles.

“Peter you know nothing he says is true,” she replies, “he’s just trying to get a rise out of you, you can’t let him.”

“I know,” Peter replies, “it just bothers me, talking to you helps though.”

Y/N smiles, a blush spreading across her cheeks that she hopes he can’t see.

“Well I’m glad I could help,” she says, “now tell me about your day, besides the Flash part.”

And he does, he tells her about every single thing that happened to him over the course of eleven hours. He can’t help himself, talking to her is so easy and natural he hardly registers that he’s been talking for two hours.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk your ear off,” he blushes, “what are you doing for spring break?”

“I dunno, probably just gonna surf a little bit, maybe head up to Anaheim with some friends and go to Disney,” she shrugs, “not really sure.”

Peter bites on his tongue, holding himself back from blurting out you should come up here and visit, because they’ve talked out visiting, they’ve talked about how insane it is because they’re juniors in high school and they’re three thousand miles apart and neither of them able to afford that trip.

But god does he want to see her in person, to hug her, to just be with her in the same time zone.

He hears the front door open and close, signaling that May is home from work.

“I gotta go,” he says reluctantly, “May just got home. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiles, “love you Pete.”

“Love you too.”

Almost as soon as the call ends May opens the door to his room, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Talking to that girl again?” She teases.

That girl is named Y/N,” he rolls his eyes, “but yes, I was talking to her.”

“"I never thought you’d fall from someone three thousand miles away,” May says.

“What?” Peter furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just friends.”

“Really?” May leans against the door frame. “Thought I heard some ‘love yous’ in the end of the conversation.”

“It’s just what friends say,” Peter shrugs, “I hear girls do it all the time, it’s nothing.”

May quirks an eyebrow, shrugging.

“Sure,” she says, “I’m going to try and make something for dinner, if not we’ll go out again.”

The end of the school week can’t come fast enough, Peter swears that time is going backwards while he sits in math class on Friday, sneaking glances at his phone as he texts Y/N under the table.

I gotta go Pete, I promised Sarah I’d take her to however many movies she wants to see to help get her mind off of her break up.

Peter smiles.

Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.

Love you too.

Finally the last bell rings, Peter practically sprinting all the way back to his apartment.

“Hey Aunt May!” He calls as he walks in the door, eyes landing on the woman standing in the kitchen.

“Hey Peter,” she says, setting down her coffee mug, “I’ve got the night shift tonight, but before I go we have a guest coming over for dinner tonight so I need you to be here for it, okay?”

“Aunt May I’ve got…” Peter stumbles, “I’ve got a project I need to work on with Ned.”

“I’m sure Ned can get it started,” May replies, “you are going to be here, end of discussion.”

Three hours later Peter hears a knock on the front door of his apartment.

“Peter!” May calls from the kitchen. “Can you get the door? I’m setting the table!”

Peter huffs, rolling off his bed and dragging his feet towards the front door. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, heart dropping slightly when there are no new messages from Y/N.

He opens the door as he puts his phone back in his pocket, not looking at whoever is standing there.

He finally looks up, his heat dropping down to his feet as he stares at the girl in front of him.

“Hey Peter,” she smiles, one hand on her suitcase handle and the other in her pocket.

“I’m dreaming,” he stutters out, “this is a dream.”

“I damn well hope not,” she laughs, “this dream cost me a pretty penny.”

“Oh my god you’re here,” he breaths, pulling her into a hug in the middle of the doorway, “oh my god.”

She hugs him back, a smile on both of their faces.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as they pull away, Peter dragging her suitcase into the living room and closing the door after she comes in.

“Spring break,” she shrugs, “got tired of being super warm all the time, decided to come give Queens a try like you suggested.”

Peter doesn’t know how to respond, so instead he pulls her into another hug, closing his eyes as he buries his face in her neck.

“C'mon you two,” May breaks up the teenagers, “time for dinner.”

“You knew about this?” Peter asks his aunt, surprised at her ability to keep secret.

“Of course I knew about this,” May replies, “I helped set everything up with her parents, and decided that she’s stay here and not in some shady hotel.”

“You guys really pulled one over me,” Peter shakes his head, sitting down at the table next to Y/N, “all those plans you said you had?”

“A cover story,” she smiles, “couldn’t exactly tell you I was gonna surprise you.”

“God I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he smiles, “is that why you weren’t texting me?”

“I was on a five hour flight,” she replies, “so I told you I was at the movies so you wouldn’t get freaked out about me not answering.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Peter shakes his head.

“That’s why you love me,” she says.

Peter smiles, looking down at his plate as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

Three hours later the teens are in Peter’s room, knees touching as they sit crisscrossed on his bed.

“God I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he says for what has to be the millionth time, “like I’m actually looking at you and it’s not through a computer screen.”

She smiles, Peter can’t freaking get over that damn smile, and she laughs lightly.

“So you’ve said,” she bites down on her bottom lip, “Peter there’s um…there’s something I gotta tell you.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I uh,” she breaths out heavily, “obviously, I came here to see you and to meet you in person but I also…I also came here because I think I’m falling in love with you, and I needed to see you in person to figure out if I am or not…and I am.”

Peter blinks once, twice, and after what seems like hours a smile breaks out onto his face.

“God this has to be a dream now,” he says, “there’s no way you’re serious. You’re too perfect to be with someone like me.”

“I literally just said that I think I’m in love with you,” she shakes her head, “and you go straight for the self depreciation, god.”

Peter blushes, looking down at his lap.

“Peter,” she says, pulling his gaze up to meet hers, “kiss me.”

He does, and it’s everything he could ever want and more. Her skin soft under his finger tips as his chapped lips press onto her smooth ones.

The next thing he knows he’s laying on his back and pulling her up to straddle his waist, her jeans sliding over his.

Peter pulls away only to press his lips to her neck, relishing the gasp that falls from her mouth. Her hips roll forward involuntarily, Peter unable to hold back the groan that spills from his lips. Her fingers hook on his belt loops, practically pulling his hips flush against her own as his hands hold her waist under her shirt.

He rolls his own hips this time, ever so slightly, but enough to pull her back into reality.

“Peter,” she says hoarsely, breathlessly; a sound that he could get used to real fast, “Peter we can’t…not yet.”

He nods, pulling a few inches away from her. She’s right, he knows she’s right, he agrees with her.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” he replies, “just…just lay with me, okay?”

She nods, moving off of his lap and settling herself into his side, their hands intertwined and a smile on both of their faces.

“If it wasn’t obvious,” he whispers, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Her smile widens and she presses a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m really glad you decided to message me,” she says quietly, “and I’m damn glad I stumbled across your picture and had the guts to like it.”

“This is a redundant question,” Peter says, “but will you be my girlfriend?”

“You don’t care about the distance?” She asks.

“Distance is the last thing I care about,” Peter replies, “yeah it’s gonna suck, but we’re gonna get through it. We’ll text and call just like we did before, and I’ll get job so I can get some money and come out and see you,” he presses a few gentle kisses to her neck, “and then we’ll be adults and we can be together for more than just a week or two at a time.”


“I promise.”

When May gets home from work early the next morning, she’s greeted with the two teenagers cuddled together in Peter’s bed. She smiles, whispers a small ’finally’ under her breath, and closes his bedroom door.

greek-freak101  asked:

Okay but seriously I saw something like this a while back "I have abs dude, when I take my shift off men get threatened and girls turned on." And just imagine Nadine saying that to Sam, leading to them having a show off of muscles and abs. Chloe's the judge.

“I have better abs than you. When I take my shirt off, men feel threatened and girls get turned on.” Nadine boasted confidently to the older Drake brother.

The evening started out with a couple packs of beers between Chloe, Nadine, and Sam, laughing and telling stories of grandeur and life experiences and then turned into a cocky competition with an “anything you can do, I can do better” foundation. Chloe merely sat there with her elbow on the table and her cheek resting on her palm as she watched the other two challenge each other as per usual.

“Is that right? Alright, Ross, then let’s have a little friendly contest.” Sam suggested.

Chloe huffed and mumbled under her breath. “With you two, nothing’s ever friendly.”

“Just as they do in those egregious bodybuilding competitions, you and I will remove our shirts and see who has the best abs.”

“Who’s going to be the judge, then?” Nadine asked, cocking her brow?

Chloe almost immediately raised her hand at lightning speed, lips pursing in a silent ooh. Nadine chuckled and shook her head. “Alright. So, then what will the payoff be? What does the winner get and what happens to the loser?”

“I think I should be the one to come up with that,” Chloe answered. “but, I won’t announce the prize and punishment until after I’ve finished judging.”

“Well, that doesn’t hardly seem fair.” Nadine said.

“Yeah, who knows what kind of wicked stuff that brain of yours will come up with.” Sam concurred, crossing his arms.

“Oh C'mon you two, where’s your sense of fun? This just makes the whole competition even more interesting. Plus, it should make you feel more inclined to try and win.” Chloe purred with a wink at Nadine. The woman chuckled and shook her head before taking a swig of her beer and standing up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Well, lucky for me I won’t have to try since my opponent is a wrinkly old dinosaur.”

Sam placed a hand on his heart, feigning offense. “Madam, there is nothing wrinkly about me, except for a certain part which I am not at liberty to address.”

“Oh yeah? So do those wrinkles on your forehead take debit or credit?” Chloe teased, earning a hearty chuckle from Nadine which made Chloe smile greatly.

“Har har. Let’s get this party started.” Sam muttered as he peeled back his button up shirt and then removed his tank top. Nadine followed suit, removing her tank top as well to reveal a black sports bra underneath. Chloe’s eyes leisurely roamed over Nadine’s torso, taking in every inch of her. She was so well toned and built with a very well defined four-pack. Chloe hadn’t even realized she was staring until Sam pulled her out of her trance.

“Hey, judge? You know there’s another contender right here, right?”

“Hm? Oh, right. Ok you two, go stand next to each other and start showing off.” Chloe ordered. Nadine went over and stood next to Sam and they both started flexing their muscles. Chloe glanced at Sam’s body once before instantly turning her attention back to Nadine. She watched as her muscles undulated underneath her beautiful brown skin. She flexed and stretched, moving her arms and manipulating her body to show off the rippling muscles she trained and formed over many years. Chloe was completely mesmerized and she could practically feel her mouth water. How she wanted to run her hands over that magnificent body and feel those muscles move beneath her.

Sam noticed that Chloe wasn’t looking at him at all and he cleared his throat gruffly. Chloe snapped out of her trance once again. “Hm? Oh! Is it judgment time?”

“I dunno, Chloe. Seems like you only had your eyes on Nadine the whole time.” Sam griped, his arms crossed.

“I looked at you too, mate. Well, I glanced, but I definitely looked.” Chloe admitted with a guilty chuckle. Sam rolled his eyes.


“So, who’s the winner, eh?” Nadine asked, placing her hands on her hips. The very sight made Chloe’s palms begin to sweat. She looked back and forth between Sam and Nadine, pursing her lips and squinting her eyes as if she was really weighing their performances against each other.

“Well, it was a tough choice and it really tore me apart to have to choose between such fine mates such as yourselves, but… I’m afraid Nadine takes this one.”

“Wow, who would’ve guessed?” Sam muttered in a very unsurprised, monotone voice.

“Pays to be young and unwrinkled.” Nadine declared with a proud toss of her curly locks. Sam sighed and put his clothes back on.

“Yeah, yeah. You only won cause the game was rigged. You’re a dirty, crooked judge, Frazer.”

Chloe had already gone back to gazing at Nadine who was also putting her tank top back on. “Hmm… crooked? Maybe… dirty? Definitely…”

  • Pisces revenge pt.2
  • Pisces: I bet you're all wondering why i gathered you here today-
  • Virgo: We're here for you're revenge on Aquarius and Gemini
  • Cancer: We agreed to help you get back at them
  • Pisces: OK so you all know why you're here then
  • Scorpio: I also have someone on the inside that has agreed to help us
  • Virgo: You can just say it's Libra
  • Scorpio: How do you know it's Libra?
  • Virgo: C'mon man, everyone knows you two have been hooking up
  • Scorpio: Okay, so Libra is going to help us
  • Pisces: Libra will be our eyes and ears from the inside, we'll call her our lookout.
  • Scorpio: Yes, and Virgo, we're gonna need your detailed eye and your perfectionist skills to be our planner
  • Virgo: It will be my honor
  • Scorpio: Pisces will be the actor and I will be working with Virgo, I will be the schemer
  • Cancer: What do you need me to do?
  • Scorpio: *looks at Pisces*
  • Pisces: *looks at Virgo*
  • Virgo: We're gonna need snacks
  • Pisces: Yes! And you're THE best cook we know!
  • Cancer: Chef Crab Cakes at your duty *salutes*
  • *Libra walks in*
  • Libra: I got bad news guys
  • Pisces: *gulps*
  • Libra: When I was hanging out with Leo I got some intel on Gemini and Aquarius. They found out that y'all are planning a revenge scheme and *takes deep breath* want to make...war
  • Scorpio: Oh no
  • Pisces: *gulps even louder*
  • Libra: They've recruited...
  • Scorpio, Virgo, Pisces, Cancer: *staring intensely at Libra*
  • Libra: Sagittarius
  • Pisces: *is a gulp-a-holic at this point*
  • Scorpio: *looks off into the distance* oh god. help us all

Imagine Chris surprising you and your daughter.

Author’s Note: Oh my God, how cute was the Gifted trailer?! ❤️

“Mama.” Your seven year old daughter, Olivia, looked up at you as the two of you walked home from the park with Dodger. “Do you think Daddy will be home for my birthday party tomorrow?” She asked, her big blue eyes filled with so much hope; they painfully reminded you of your husband’s, whom you hadn’t seen in almost four months thanks to his acting career.

“I don’t know, baby.” You gave her small hand a light squeeze. “Your daddy would love to spend tomorrow with you but his work keeps him very busy.” Olivia sighed but nodded understandingly. “Even if he misses it, know that he loves you very much.”

“I know that.” She looked up at you and smiled. “It’s okay, Mama. I understand.”

It broke your heart because your seven year old shouldn’t have to understand why her dad was missing yet another birthday. She should have been throwing a tantrum like she did when she turned five and you missed your a flight home from London because filming had taken longer than expected. Either she was growing up faster than most kids her age or she was just used to her A-List parents and their incredibly demanding jobs; being in the Hollywood industry meant occasionally missing family milestones.

‘We’ll celebrate again when Daddy gets back,“ you told her. "We’ll see it like you have two birthdays.” Her eyes lit up with excitement and she grinned. “Yup,” you nodded, confirming her suspicion. “That means double the presents too.”

“Yay!” She cheered excitedly. “C'mon Dodger, I’ll race you home!” She pulled her hand out of yours and sprinted ahead; Dodger yanked his leash out of your grip and ran after his master’s mini-me. “Dodger, wait for me!” You heard your child laugh as Dodger ran ahead of her.

You chuckled softly, following behind them. The two of them loved to race, but they usually only did it when the house was in near sight. You’d warned her about roads and cars, and stranger danger, so she always made sure it wasn’t much of a distance before she raced the pup home.

“I never get to beat you.” Olivia sat on the front porch with an adorable pout on her face. Dodger barked and jumped around her playfully, drawing laughter from her. “It’s okay, Dodger. I still love you,” she hugged him and nuzzled her small face into his fur.

“C'mon, you two.” You chuckled as you walked up the porch stairs and unlocked the door. “Let’s clean up and get ready for dinner.” Olivia and Dodger followed behind you inside the house. “You said you wanted to make some pizza, right?”

“Mm hm!” Olivia chirped, taking off her sneakers as you worked to lock the door. Your eyes narrowed at the brown boots sitting by the shoe rack; you were sure Chris had taken them with him, perhaps he took the other ones. “I love pizza, just like Daddy! If he were here, he’d be real excited for dinner too.”

“Yeah, he would be.” You nodded and held out your hand for her to take. “Let’s go wash our hands and then we can start making our pizza dough. What are you feeling like?” You asked as the two of you started to walk towards the kitchen. “Thin and crispy, thick and fluffy, deep di-” Before you could finish your sentence, your daughter pulled her hand out of your grip and sprinted towards the bearded man lying on your couch.

“Daddy!” She pounced on him, her tiny body landing knee first on his chest.

“Oh God.” He coughed then chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and sitting up. Olivia squealed excitedly as he rose to his feet, throwing her over his shoulder. “You’re growing fast, little one.” He lowered her back down onto his hip as he walked over to you. “Soon you’re going to be as tall and as beautiful as your mama.” He smiled at you and you smiled back, genuinely happy to see his handsome face. “Hey you,” he leaned forward and kissed you.

“Welcome home,” you pulled away to say then returned your lips to his.

“Bleh,” Olivia made a face then laughed when Chris broke the kiss to tickle her. “Stop, Daddy!” She squirmed in his arms then cupped his face in her small hands, forcing him to smile with her fingers. “We’re so glad to have you home.”

“And I’m glad to be home,” he grinned at her. “I couldn’t miss my little princess’s eighth birthday, and I definitely couldn’t miss pizza night.” He poked her side and she giggled, making his smile reach his eyes. “What are we thinking? Thick and fluffy with lots and lots of cheese?

"Yes, please!” She nodded in agreement. “What do you think, Mama?” The two of them turned to you with the same hopeful, pleading eyes. You chuckled; the two of them knew perfectly well it was hard enough for you to say no to one, let alone two.

“Like I have a say when it comes to the two of you,” you chuckled. “Fine, yes. Thick and fluffy with lots and lots of cheese.” Chris and Olivia glanced at each other, grinning happily. “I don’t care about any of that 'cause all I care about is that we’ve got you back home.” You admitted, walking into Chris’ open arm.

“Me too, sweetheart.” Chris kissed your hair. “Me too.”

Warmth x If Looks Could Kill

This is a little different to what I usually write, but I’ve spent the last few days on it and I hope you all enjoy it. Some people have mentioned that they’d like if my imagines had more of a story to them so I hope this, somehow, takes that on board. Enjoy.💗

It wasn’t that [Y/N] didn’t like Justin. She tried to get along with him, but with his smart comments and rudeness towards her, it was difficult for her to carry on her easy attitude when she was around him.

She found it hard to bare when she had to sit next to him on the couch when the rest of the group had taken every other space, so when she was forced to sit next to him in the car, on a two hour journey, she could’ve cried.

“Why didn’t we set off this morning? It’s gonna be late by the time we get there,” Justin said to no one in particular.

“That’s a good point, guys,” [Y/N] said. “Justin has to be in bed by seven o'clock.”

“Woah, that’s clever,” he replied with a sarcastic tone. “You’re a year older than me. It just means you’ll most likely die first.” Turning to look at him, he had a smirk on his face.

“If it means I’ll get away from you sooner, bring it on.” She sent him a fake smile.

“C'mon, you two. The whole point of this trip is to get away from everything. It’s a little hard when you two are bickering constantly.” Kendall said from the front seat while Justin glared at [Y/N].

“Yeah, I know,” Justin said. “We’ve all been stressed with work. Me with my tour, Kendall with her shows, Khalil in the studio, Kylie with her promo. Tell me, [Y/N], when was the last time you hit the studio?” He turned to look at her and her mouth fell open.

“You wouldn’t know because you don’t bother to ask,” she said.

“I was in the studio with her last week,” Kylie said from beside [Y/N], finally making a contribution to the conversation.

“Can you guys just shut up? If you’re not gonna be civil with each other, don’t speak to each other,” Khalil shouted from the driver’s seat.

“I’m just wondering why the fuck you made us sit next each other when you know I can’t stand her,” Justin muttered childishly and [Y/N] couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Think of this as a sort of retreat. You might actually get along once this weekend is over,” Khalil replied, still keeping his eyes on the road.

[Y/N] sighed before pulling her earphones out of the back pocket of her jeans. Plugging them into her phone, she could feel Justin’s gaze on her.

“Say something and I won’t be held responsible for any of your injuries,” she said, not looking at him for even a split second.

“I’m not even gonna waste my breath on you,” he said. “Wait, is that my album?” he asked, and she felt his arm pushing into her own as he leaned over her.

Sighing, she turned to look at him. “Yes, Justin, that is your album,” she said monotonous. “Because unlike your attitude and your face, your music is actually pleasant.”

He stayed silent after that and she took each earphone and placed them in her ear. She was able to sit in silent without the sound of Justin’s voice every so often. For that, she was thankful.

Since she wasn’t near the window, she wasn’t able to look out at the scenery. Instead, she let her eyes rest ahead of her at the open road. It helped to make it seem as though time was passing rather quickly.

It wasn’t long before they turned into a gas station on the highway. She took her earphones out and wrapped them around her phone before sliding it into her back pocket.

“I need to fill up the car and we should be able to make it in the next hour. Kendall, grab me anything,” Khalil said as he climbed out of the car and proceeded to fill the car with petrol.

Whilst he did so, the rest of them walked up towards the twenty-four hour store. [Y/N] could see a few people taking out their phones and snapping photos of them.

“Why do they take photos? Why not come over and speak to us?” Justin said as he walked behind [Y/N] through the door.

“You’re hardly a pleasant person to have a conversation with,” she muttered quietly, unsure if he’d heard.

“I’m a fucking delight to talk to,” he spat, probably frowning at her as he spoke. “If you weren’t so annoying, you’d know.”

“That’s funny, I don’t see people queuing to talk to you,” she hit back and he glared at her.

It was as though they couldn’t refrain from taking hits at each other. As much as [Y/N] tried to bite back her words, she couldn’t help but say what was on her mind whenever he spoke. She knew the feelings were mutual.

“Just shut the fuck up and get what you want so we can go,” he said, wandering around the store.

“You better buy something,” she said quickly. “You’ve done this before, you don’t buy anything and then you regret it like, half an hour into the trip and you steal my food.”

She could see the top of Kendall’s and Kylie’s head over the shelves.

“Maybe if you didn’t buy so much I wouldn’t steal it. I’m really thinking of you,” he smirked, although it shifted when he could see people outside pointing their phones through the window.

She just shook her head at him before making her way around the store. She took advantage of grabbing bags of candy and bottles of water, and pretty much anything she could get her hands on. Justin may have been right, but it didn’t stop her.

She found Kendall and Kylie, each with their own food and drinks and with them, she walked up to the counter where a short man with a thick moustache stood waiting. They each dropped their items onto the counter and they crinkled and clattered.

He smiled at them before beginning to scan them one by one. Beside her, [Y/N] could feel Justin’s body heat and saw his arm reach out to drop a packet of gum onto the pile. As she looked up at him, he grinned sarcastically at her as though to say ‘there you go’, indicating to their previous conversation, before dropping it off of his face.

Splitting the money three ways, they each handed the man a certain amount. It seemed to be a chore for him to take three piles and count them but he didn’t complain.

It wasn’t long before they were walking out into the warm air, a bag now swinging from [Y/N]’s hand.

“Excuse me,” [Y/N] heard a voice say from behind her. She turned to see two women. “Would we be able to have a photo of you two? Our daughters are huge fans,” the tallest of the two said.

Kendall and Kylie were already stood next to Khalil by the car, chatting away. Justin was clearly having the intention to do the same because he started to walk passed.

“Of course, no problem,” [Y/N] smiled at them politely. “Justin!” She shouted in a way that - she hoped - didn’t sound too rude. He heard him sigh before turning on his feet. A smile lit up his face.

“Hi, ladies,” he said, “I don’t actually do photos, I prefer to talk and connect with people-”

“But he’s willing to turn a new leaf,” [Y/N] interrupted him.

“No, [Y/N], I’m not. You have your way of doing it, I have mine. Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Justin, these ladies want a photo of the two of us for their daughters. I respect the fact that you want it to be more than just a photo, but they’re not here for you to speak to them so would you just do this one little thing?” She ranted quietly so that it minimised the chance of the women hearing, although she knew they had. She also tried to keep her friendly tone towards Justin but knew she’d most likely failed.

“Fine,” he spat but with his lips tugged up into a smile. He looked behind her and at the two women who looked extremely uncomfortable. “Sorry about that, [Y/N] can be a little bit demanding sometimes,” he said and [Y/N]’s mouth dropped open.

[Y/N] turned to look at Justin and all he did was grin. She could feel genuine anger towards him then.

“Smile, [Y/N].” Justin said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his body. She felt his warmth and it annoyed her how soothing it was.

She turned properly so that she was facing the phone that was now pointed at her and Justin. She smiled, even as his hand was burning into the skin of her shoulder.

Once he’d removed it, then she could breathe. The two women thanked them continuously and [Y/N] had to assure them it was their pleasure. Justin did too, once she’d elbowed him in the ribs.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said as they walked back towards the car where Khalil, Kendall and Kylie were all sat inside, waiting.

“I’ll admit you had a point,” he said. “But still, fuck you,” he quickly added.

She didn’t reply as she climbed back into the car with Justin not far behind her.

The sky was getting dark, and she didn’t have to guess that it’d be pitch black by the time they arrived. She could already see the moon beginning to make an appearance in the sky.

Before she knew it, they were on the road again and Justin was fidgeting beside her. She bit her tongue so hard she thought it might start bleeding.

He started to bounce his leg up and down and it rubbed against her own. She turned to glare at him and he must have noticed, or felt, his gaze because he turned to watch her. He showed no emotion.

“Problem?” he asked.

“Stop it,” she said simply.

“I’m not doing anything,” he replied, his face still showing no expression and his lips weren’t curling up into a smirk for once.

Gritting her teeth, she slapped her hand against his thigh, pressing down against it. That was when the grin set on his face and it sent annoyance rushing through her body.

“Go ahead. Slide your hand up if you want,” he rasped before letting a deep chuckle erupt through his throat. “Seriously though, don’t touch me,” he frowned, throwing her hand away, causing it to land in her lap.

“Stop shaking your leg.”

“Thankfully, you don’t have the right to tell me what to do. So no, I don’t think I will, thanks,” he said before turning his head to look out of the window at the darkening skies.

It took another painful hour or so before they arrived. It was an hour that included Justin scoffing down on half of anything she took out of the bag that was sat in front of her feet, and more of him doing absolutely anything to bug her.

But once they arrived, it was, in fact, very late, but from what [Y/N] managed to see, it was beautiful. The yellow painted door illuminated under the moon while the thick bricks making up the small cottage seemed to disguise itself in the darkness.

Khalil was first to walk up to the door while the four of them began to heave their bags out of the car.

“I’m pretty sure Justin’s brought more stuff than us combined,” Kylie said, staring down at the three bags he was somehow carrying.

“Well,” he started. “You never know when you’re gonna meet an interested female. Gotta make myself look good,” he grinned with a smug expression.

“And that takes you what, seven or eight days, right?” [Y/N] couldn’t help but say, causing Justin to glare - again.

“At least I get girls, [Y/N],” he muttered.

“Please,” she scoffed as she walked inside. “I’ve probably had more girlfriends than you,” she said, dropping her bags down and looking around.

There was a slight breeze as she stood in the main room, but not so bad that she couldn’t ignore it. The bricks stuck out of the wall in a pleasing way while the carpet felt soft beneath her shoes.

Khalil popped his head out of one of the rooms before showing the rest of his body.

“There’s a room with a double bed, one with two single beds, and a pull out bed over there,” he pointed towards the sofa in the middle of the room.

“We call the single beds,” Kendall shouted. “Kylie kicks,” she added quickly.

“I’ll take the pullout bed,” Khalil smirked mischievously and sent it in Justin’s direction.

Justin didn’t speak, and neither did [Y/N]. He stood near the door with his bags still in his hand while she stood, free of any of hers. The room seemed hotter all of a sudden.

“I can’t share a bed with that,” Justin said, walking more into the room. “I can’t even manage two hours in a car with it,” he added, having dropped his bags, he was able to throw his arms in the air in disbelief. [Y/N] sent him daggers but said nothing.

“We should get some rest now and be ready for tomorrow. Who’s down for some hiking?” Khalil asked and they all agreed with enthusiasm.

The idea of going out and seeing the nature around appealed to her, the idea of sharing a bed with Justin didn’t, however.

She sighed when she located and entered the room, seeing how much smaller the bed was to how she’d have liked it; if it were to have been bigger, she could’ve kept as far away as possible.

“You better not snore, drool, laugh, talk, walk or move in your sleep,” he said once he’d said goodnight to the rest of them and entered their room.

“Why not just tie me up and leave me in the corner of the room?” she said, dropping her bags near the table against the wall.

“How did you know that was a kink of mine?” he said with, what she was sure, was a deep and shining smirk on his lips. She couldn’t see as she faced away from him.

“You disgust me,” she muttered.

Unzipping one of her bags, she grabbed a T-shirt and shorts that she’d packed specifically.

“The feeling is very much mutual,” he said. [Y/N] heard shuffling on his part and turned to see him pulling his jeans down his legs. He looked as though he had no intention in replacing them.

“Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, frowning at him.

“Getting dressed for bed?” he replied in an undermining tone.

“I pray to the lord you’re putting something on those legs of yours.”

“Hey, I’m not changing my sleep habits just because I’m sharing with you,” he said, climbing into bed in only his boxers.

She walked out of the room with her pyjamas, toothbrush and toothpaste in search for the bathroom. She noticed Khalil pulling out the bed from the sofa and stopped in her path.

“Any chance you wanna trade places?” she asked.

He looked up and an instant grin, almost identical to the one Justin wears when he thinks he’s said something funny, spread across his face.

“No, thanks,” he chuckled. “This might be a way for you guys to bond.”

“By sharing a bed? I don’t think so,” she muttered and opened the door next to Kendall’s and Kylie’s to find it was what she was looking for.

Walking in, she got changed into her pyjamas and brushed her teeth before sighing; knowing she had to face Justin. She walked out feeling tired and ready for fall asleep.

“Night,” she said as she passed through the main room. She hadn’t even had time to look around the place and decided she’d do it tomorrow.

“Yeah, night,” Khalil replied. “See you in the morning, and don’t be getting too cozy with Justin,” he chuckled and [Y/N] simply rolled her eyes before walking back into the room.

Justin was typing on his phone when she closed the door. She watched him look up to glance at her before returning his gaze back to his phone.

She sighed, folding and dropping her clothes on top of her bag, deciding to sort them out tomorrow. Moving over to the bed, she pulled the covers back. The silence was unbearable but she’d rather not speak to him, and she knew he felt the same.

The only sound was the rustling of the sheets as she got comfortable. She reached over and switched the light off that rested on the wall next to her, although it did little to nothing as light was still glaring out of the lightbulb on Justin’s side. She didn’t say anything but hoped he’d turn it off soon.

She waited another ten minutes or so, and she could still hear the clicking of Justin’s keyboard and the light seemed to be getting brighter. She huffed and pulled the sheets further up to her chin.

“Justin,” she said.

“[Y/N],” he replied almost instantly.

“You gonna turn that light off?” she asked him.

“Is it bothering you?”


“Then no,” he said and she glared at him over her shoulder.

And he didn’t for a while longer. To [Y/N] it felt like hours she’d kept her eyes shut in hopes of blocking the light out so when she finally heard him lock his phone and sigh, she shuffled in anticipation.

She listened to his phone being placed onto the wooden beside table before he leaned over to turn the light off. She rolled onto her back once she could see nothing but darkness.

He was shuffling beside her, just as she had done. She waited for him to settle before relaxing properly.

“Keep to your side,” she heard him mutter through the quiet.

“What do you think I’m gonna do, try and snuggle up to you during the night?” she scoffed.

“If you do, you’re not sleeping in here tomorrow night,” he replied and [Y/N] felt the covers being pulled from her body. She tried to regain them back instantly. “For fuck sake, you’re a sheet hogger,” he grunted, clearly holding onto the covers as she tried to pull them.

“I’ve literally got none on my side,” she exclaimed through the darkness.

“That’s funny because neither have I,” he quickly replied. She felt her annoyance levels rising once again, it didn’t surprise her anymore.

“How about we just compromise and I have the covers,” she suggested, yanking them over her body.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” he spat and she rolled her eyes in the darkness.

She didn’t say anything in hopes nothing else would be said and she wouldn’t have to deal with his words, at least not until the morning.

She could feel his body heat and she appreciated how much it kept her warm. Hearing his soft breathing, [Y/N] quickly decided she liked him better when he was sleeping.

It wasn’t long before she was feeling drowsiness wash over her due to the dark and the quiet mixing together to create a potion of calm in the room. Her body relaxed against the soft sheets.

* * * *

Her eyes fluttered open, they fell shut a few times before reopening to see nothing but the square of faint light across the unfamiliar room.

She felt warmth against the palms of her hand and against her thigh and it caused a frown to appear on her scrunched up face.

Because she’d only been awake for a few seconds, her eyes couldn’t stay open for long periods of time, but looking next to her, she saw a sleeping Justin and her mind was instantly caught up with where she was.

Her hand was resting on his chest while his hand was against her thigh, burning his touch into her. It somehow seemed to keep her warm.

He manoeuvred and seemed to only get closer. He sighed as though he was partly awake and she froze while she watched him the best she could. His hand slid further down her thigh before running back, caressing it.

“Hm,” he mumbled in his sleep - if he was asleep, that is. [Y/N] felt his breath against her face.

She felt her heart pounding in her chest at his actions towards her. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening and wondered if Justin was in the right mind in that moment. She felt as though she should speak but she found herself not knowing what to say.

But she was tired. Her eyeslid felt heavy and threatened to shut out her vision and she wasn’t going to deny herself the sensation that took over her body when she relaxed. And she didn’t mind the feeling of his warm hand on her, either.

Maybe it was because it was dark and the middle of the night changed her mindset, but she let herself fall into him. His heat surrounded her and she sighed.

Usually, everything he did sent her into a fit of frustration, even looking at the smug look on his face was enough for her to clench her jaw involuntarily. But while her hand was close to his chest and his hand firmly gripping her leg, she didn’t mind him so much. Of course, she’d never tell him that.

She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how he was touching her, or how close they were, it played on her mind as she drifted off to sleep once more.

Justin’s P.O.V

He gained consciousness and faced the dark that surrounded him. He could feel intense warmth against his front and it soothed him.

He sighed and looked down. He saw the top of a head of hair and instantly recognised whose it was. What he couldn’t understand was why she was so close to him and not trying to move away.

It was a first, having her body against his own, and truthfully, he didn’t mind it. She smelled sweet, he’d caught her scent as she passed every now and then but as she was pressed against him, it invaded his nose.

He wasn’t sure if she was aware, but he decided not to do anything to risk her waking up and moving away from him. It was pleasant to not have to throw sarcastic comments her way and instead, embrace her.

It wasn’t long before he felt himself drifting off once more, thankful for the feeling of comfort and her small hand pressed against his chest. It caused a flush to run through his body, even as he lost consciousness.

* * * *

Waking up the next morning, he felt the familiar body heat he’d fallen back to sleep with last night. The sun was glaring angrily through the window and he flinched when it caused his eyes to sting.

Looking down, [Y/N] was still pressed against him. Although this time, her back was facing him and it was hot against his chest.

He shuffled and instantly regretted it when she stirred. His heart was beating in his chest as she hummed and rolled onto her back. Watching her, her eyes parted ever so slightly and she looked around the room before glancing at him. Their eyes caught each other’s for a second too long.

“Morning,” he muttered. She simply nodded. “Did you realise we were-”

“Nope,” she said. “Let’s not speak a word of it. It didn’t happen,” she sat up and stretched.


In silence, they climbed out of bed. [Y/N] walked in front of him and he tried not to let his eyes wander down as she strutted sleepily towards the door in her shorts. He convinced himself that nothing had changed and he still very much disliked her.

Once they were in the main room, Justin couldn’t help but feel the draft that sent him into a fit of tiny shivers.

The rest of the group were already lounging on the sofas in their pyjamas, their eyes landing on the two of them as they shuffled out.

“Morning, you two,” Kylie said, a small toothy grin edging onto her lips.

“Morning,” they said in unison. Justin couldn’t see but he was sure [Y/N] had a confused look on her face, just as he did. None of them said anything else as they kept their eyes on them.

Justin was aware how close he and [Y/N] had gotten last night, and he knew [Y/N] was aware. He prayed, however, that nobody else did. It was hard not to think it possible as they smirked.

[Y/N] sat next to Khalil while Justin dropped down next to Kendall on the other couch. The TV was playing rather quietly, but none of them - except Justin and [Y/N] - were watching it.

“[Y/N], you smell like Justin,” Khalil stated, leaning closer and taking a short whiff of her shoulder to which she frowned and cowered away from him.

“Well obviously since you stuck us in a bed together,” she scoffed.

“And you’re smelling very sweet today, Justin,” Kendall grinned happily at him and he glared.

The two of them had touched one another that night and been, somewhat, intimate during the dark and cold time, using each other to warm themselves up.

But Justin told himself it suggested nothing, and he would make sure that the following night, he’d kept this side of the bed and refuse her access.

“You guys are so annoying,” [Y/N] muttered. “I’m gonna get some breakfast,” she said before standing up and that was when Justin felt his stomach rumbling with emptiness.

“Me, too,” he said and stood up, following her.

He had enjoyed her being so close to him; it was relaxing and in all honesty, helped him to sleep. But as he walked into the kitchen only slightly behind her and stuck his leg out so she tripped and stumbled over it, having to grab the wall so she didn’t fall to the floor, he enjoyed that just as much. He hunched over and laughed as she glared at him. If looks could kill..

  • Natsu: Ah, that was great, Juvia! We should totally do that again!
  • Juvia: *smiles* Juvia is glad that Natsu-san enjoyed himself. Juvia also feels refreshed.
  • Natsu: Totally awesome when you got me all wet like that. I didn't think you could spray that much!
  • Gray: 0.o ... the hell is he talking about?
  • Juvia: 0.0 Gray-sama is mistaken! Juvia most certainly did NOT do 'that' with Natsu-san!
  • Natsu: Aw, what's wrong? Is Popsicle feeling left out? Too bad, she's got some mean blows in her.
  • Juvia: ( ゚д゚) Natsu-saaaan! Stop talking like that!
  • Natsu: What, you should be proud, Juvia! You're a lot stronger than you think you are. Even Erza hasn't gotten me fired up like that in a while. Eight rounds straight is a new record for me!
  • Erza: Juvia, we must talk... *drags the protesting woman off by the collar*
  • Juvia: ... Juvia did nothing wroooong! T^T
  • Natsu: *looks at Erza dragging Juvia off* What's with you guys? We were just sparring.
  • Lucy: (-_-,) ... 'sparring'...right...
  • Natu: Eh? What did you think we were doing?
  • Gray: ....
  • Lucy: ....
  • Natsu: Oh...OOOHHH, I get it now. You two are jealous~
  • Lucy: **Did he figure it out? Wait, what do I have to be jealous of!?** W-w-we are NOT jealous!
  • Natsu: Heh heh, can't fool me.
  • Gray: You idiot, stop thinking of weird things!
  • Natsu: It's not weird to do what we did. I mean, c'mon, why didn't you two just do it on your own? Gotta expand your horizons a bit, right?
  • Gray: ... Th-this idiot...!
  • Lucy: .... >.< How can you just SAY stuff like that?! Pervert!
  • Erza: NATSU!
  • Natsu: 0.o W-what!?
  • Erza: We're going! Come with me!
  • Natsu: Hold on, I just got bac...Oof!
  • Erza: *punches Natsu in the gut knocking him out, then slings him over her shoulder* ....
  • Lucy: ... Erza...? What are you gonna do to Natsu?
  • Erza: *smiles* 'Sparring'.
  • Juvia: Juvia swears its not like that!

if supergirl’s season 2 bloopers doesn’t include a behind the scenes footage of chris carrying melissa while she’s in a coma (from the musical crossover still) i’m going to sue. like, can you imagine the process of melissa getting into chris’ arms?? melissa telling chris, “good luck carrying me because i just ate three donuts”??? and chris going, “yeah, i know. i saw”?? the two of them having trouble getting the right position?? and cracking up every time they’re about to shoot?? melissa joking in between takes that she feels like a dead fish??? and chris tickling melissa??

i know my imagination runs wild but if there’s one thing i know, it’s that while we may not get any of what i said above, they’re all entirely plausible with the likes of those two. c'mon, you know i’m right.

Somehow drawing those two dorking around was what i needed at the moment.

who Are You [JJK] M  pt .2


Genre: smut angst

Summary:- please y/N do this for me you already did a lot before so why not this time??“  Tali begged she looked pale and weak and you hated seeing your twin like this  you bit your lips you couldn’t tell her the truth you were hiding
- but how can i just marry him , i don’t even know him  and i can’t though
- we look the same he will never have a clue just do it until i recover …

Originally posted by nochujungkookie


“It’s gonna be fun jungkook come on” taehyung gulped his drink in one shot it burned his throat but he already wasn’t sober he didn’t care neither way

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