can you tell i was bored in the car


“Better luck next time.”

Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn’t exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it’s still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

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Damon x Reader

Requested By Anon

Thank you @justfangstvdto for the Kai gif (and the advice on how to write him)

You frowned as Damon lent in and smirked at the girl he was flirting with at the bar. You tried hard to ignore the jealous feeling or the fact that he glanced your way but you found your fists clenching and you pushed away from the bar.

“Hows my favourite housemate?” Stefan teased when you dawdled home and slammed the front door.

“Fine.” You snapped and he cocked his head.

“Didn’t you go to the bar with Damon?” He asked knowing your bad mood was because of his brother.

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Patater Week - Day 5

Feb. 10 - Social Media Shenanigans – Jeff kind of wishes that he didn’t know Kent and Alexei apparently sext each other through Snapchat pretty regularly. 1.3K

“What the hell are you doing?” Jeff asks, a towel over his head as he enters the locker room.

Kent doesn’t even look remotely embarrassed as he pulls his shirt down and pockets his phone. “Sexy snapchatting my boyfriend.”


Alexei Mashkov likes his men blond, shameless, and a little stupid, he supposes. There’s no helping taste.

He shouldn’t be that surprised when, that night while marathoning Game of Thrones by himself, he gets a notification that he’s received a snapchat from Kent. When he opens it, he nearly drops his phone and spills his cup noodles all over his crotch.

Miss you lots babe, when you coming to Vegas??? Providence is no fun, the caption says. The Kent in the photo is lying down on what seems to be super soft blankets, the picture taken from the up-down to showcase Kent’s exceptional abs all the way down to his low waistband. He has an actual finger in his mouth, like he’s trying to play coy. It’s clearly sent to the wrong person. 

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anonymous asked:

Let's just have lance as a wingman to Keith and slowly falls for the punk only to realize how hard he's fallen too late. Idk if Keith is just in a relationship or maybe about to get married, but lance knows that Keith is happy and what place does he have to ruin that?? He's happy if Keith's happy, right??

Lance was trying not too cry. He was seeing off the man he loved, and he was congratulating them. Keith deserved to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. He got it, Keith was straight, and in love with her. And Lance wasn’t her, Lance would never be her. 

He choked a sob back as he spoke, “I’m so happy for you , Keith. You make her happy, and she makes you happy. You know, the best thing about love is when the person you’re in love with is happy. I get that, and I hope you two are always happy.” 

Lance watched as everyone laughed and congratulated the newly engaged, and he choked a tear. He watched Keith glance over too him, and that was it, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

He ran out of there, out of the restaurant, bolted down the street, and almost would have made it too his car, when a very familiar hand grabbed his, “Lance?? What’s wrong, why did you run away like that??” 

Lance froze turning too the one person he didn’t want too see right now. He licked his suddenly all too dry lips as he cried, “I dont- I can’t tell you, Keith.” 

“You can tell me anything,” Keith’s worried eyes bored into Lance’s, “Anything, Lance.” 

“Not this” Lance choked out, “I can’t tell you this.” 

Keith brought his hand up to Lance’s face, wiping away some of the tears, his eyes, “Lance, you’re my best friend. I’ve known you since dippers. Hell, when Shiro died, you were the one who kept me from going a long with him. You are the only person on earth who I can say everything too, and you sh-” 

Keith was cut off by a pair of lips on his, as Lance kissed him. Too shocked to react, Lance pulled back, giving Keith a watery smile, “I love you, and that’s why I can’t tell you.”

Rain started, as Lance fled from Keith’s grasp, and Keith watched as the only thing he’s every truly loved ran away. He turned back to the restaurant, his new fiance was there, and he only proposed to her because she was pregnant. He glanced passed his shoulder, trying to find Lance, in the sea of rain. He couldn’t see him.

Shorties & Dorks

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Request: Hey, love your writing! I was wondering if a could request a fic where Dean and the reader are that dorky but adorable couple. Like they sing (not very well) in the car together, tell bad jokes, watch movies in sweatpants see who can make a better Mohawk with their hair when in the shower lmao idk, you get the idea. And then at the end he proposes to her? I’m getting bored of fics with stereotypical characters and relationships :P Thanks so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever written…

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’ This is… this is great news! ’
’ Hey, get away from the ledge, you’re gonna get hurt. ’
’ This one has the “S”. For “Super”, just like your cousin. ’
’ I just can’t hear you over the loud color of your cheap pants. ’
’ I’m the hero. ’
’ Oh, God. Is that smell you? ’
’ I see you share your cousin’s appetite for wanton destruction. ’
’ Three showers and I still smell of reek oil. ’
’ I went from superhero to eco-terrorist in a single bound. ’
’ I am not doing that interview. ’
’ How can you be so sure? ’
‘ I watched it happen for years with your cousin. ’
’ Reading glasses and a good slouch? ’
’ I see a city full of people who need help. Who need a hero. ’
’ Oh, no. I’m sorry. I meant to say who are you? ’
’ Trademark pending. ’
’ Have you lost your mind? ’
’ What were you thinking giving interviews? ’
’ It was more of a private conversation that’s being published. ’
’ What’s next? A book deal? A reality show? “Keeping Up with the Kryptonians”? ’
’ When did you even call him/her? The second I left? ’
’ I made a promise to your cousin. If anything ever happened to you… ’
’ I’m just trying to keep you safe. ’
’ It wasn’t supposed to be this way. ’
’ Your story… Your story is just starting. ’
’ I’m just dealing with an escaped alien prisoner. ’
’ You’ve spent more time in the Friend Zone than the Phantom Zone. ’
’ I am not in the Friend Zone. ’
’ Well… did you notice any of her/his other attributes? ’
’ Tell me, what do you think makes her/him a hero? ’
’ What can I get you? Or are you not allowed to drink and fly? ’
’ I was surprised, you’re usually a little more glib. ’
’ You said, tonight, you always build in fail safes. ’
’ I would never barter a child’s life. ’
’ I just can’t figure out why you did it. ’
’ For the record, I care about everyone. ’
’ You may have fooled this city, but I know you were behind this. ’
’ Finally, something we can agree on. ’
’ The fun is just beginning. ’
’ Can you hack into hospital records? ’
’ Easy-peasy, fresh and squeezy… ’
’ You were really mad, at something else. ’
’ You need to find, find that anger behind the anger. ’
’ You let that thing get away. I thought you were on our side. ’
’ It fought harder this time, harder. Faster. ’
’ It’s like it knew you’d choose to save those people. ’
’ Would you like me to call your mother a car? ’
’ I am the sole survivor of my planet. ’
’ You never get sick. That’s the best part about you. ’
’ Bow your head when you approach me! ’
’ Are you sure you want to do this? ’
’ It’s time for us to be a family again. ’
’ You’re gonna wish I’d died with the rest of them! ’
’ But can you look me in the eye and tell me that you are prepared to kill? ’
’ I’m very boring and really normal. ’
’ So, um, I’ll just get out of your hair. ’
’ You know, you guys could have told me. I can keep a secret. ’
’ I know there’s nothing anyone can say to make you feel better right now. ’
’ We are going to bring this thing in together. ’
’ I’m not leaving you alone with that thing. ’
’ That is not some anonymous alien you’ve brought in. ’
’ You’re compromising the security of this entire operation. ’
’ I would think you’d understand that better than anyone. ’
’ It is what makes you a hero! ’
’ That’s the difference between soldiers and heroes. ’
’ You waisted your ammo. ’
’ Without you, the world is a better place! ’
’ Without me, you’d be dead! ’
’ Please remember I would never try and hurt you. ’
’ I hate a generic sports metaphor, but that interview was a touchdown. ’
’ You wanna fight about it? ’
‘ I have too much self-esteem to kill myself. ’
’ I’m making stupid mistakes, like today. ’
’ The public will forgive you, I promise. ’
’ Ah, you do have a cell phone? Can I get that number, please? ’
’ You think I wanna do this? It’s the only way to win. ’
‘ I mean, that was terrible, but it was awesome. ’
’ We’ve never saved anything together. ’
’ I’ve dreamt of this moment. The two of us teaming up. ’
’ Um, not exactly sure you have to tell them that. ’
’ I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. ’
’ This is it for me, this is my calling. ’
’ The enemy has come in the guise of heroes. ’
’ You don’t get a chair ‘cause you don’t work here. ’
’ They have not left you, even in the face of death. ’
’ You ever spend time inside a foster home? ’
’ So just chill with the attitude, okay? ’
’ How can you, of all people, say that? ’
’ I know what you’re gonna say. I should have waited for you. ’
’ You didn’t give me a story, you gave me a half-baked idea. ’
’ I got the impression you didn’t want to spend time with me. ’
’ So, I memorized that fake ID for nothing? ’
’ I was shooting some hoops last night and hurt some ribs. ’
’ My whole life, I have been a sidekick. ’
’ I hate to break it to you, dude, but you don’t have superpowers. ’
’ I have a black belt and you’re right, I don’t have powers. ’
’ What do you have against a good old romantic comedy? ’
’ Yeah, your punk rock phase was very strange. ’
’ Are you slurring your words? ’
#7 Third Anniversary (Josh)

Request from anon:

hi :) could i get a josh dun imagine where the reader and josh are celebrating their third anniversary and josh just can’t keep his hands off her in a super fluffy way? thanks :)


Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got really busy with the holiday and everything, but here’s a new imagine, and I am hoping it won’t take me as long to get the next one up.

ALSO, I hit 300 followers!?!?! It’s so crazy, especially cause this blog hasn’t existed for that long. Thank you guys so much.

Anyway, drop any requests in my inbox, as usual. Enjoy!

Warnings: none :)


Three years ago, a nervous, jittery, red haired boy named Josh had asked you to be his girlfriend. And now, hundreds of shows, dozens of dates, a handful of vibrant hair colors, and three wonderful years later, you both stand in your shared home as he helps you zip up the casual dress you have on to celebrate the occasion.

You had both agreed that even though it was a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary to go on some extravagant, expensive date, and you told him gifts were strictly off limits. He bought you too much stuff as it is.

You turn around and smile at him after your dress is zipped, and lovingly place your hand on his cheek as you peck his lips. You then try to turn away, but find yourself trapped in his arms as his lips find yours for a deeper kiss. You smile into it, before wriggling out of his hold to find your shoes.

Once you’re both ready to go, you jump in the car and drive to one of your favorite spots in town. The whole way there, Josh doesn’t take his hand off your knee, even though you scold him to keep both hands on the wheel.

He parks the car in the lot of the art museum and you walk hand in hand up the stairs and through the double doors. Admission is free, so you skip past the front desk and into the first exhibit, wandering around the vast space and examining the art.

You two often went to museums, especially when traveling, and you would usually stay together, but give each other room to explore at your own respective paces. Today seems different, though. As you wander through the halls, Josh is practically attached to your hip. If he isn’t holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. And if he isn’t doing that, he’s standing behind you as you look at a painting, with his head on your shoulder and his arms around you waist.

You don’t really mind, but he seems to be paying more attention to you than the art.

“Josh, are you even appreciating the art?” you ask him jokingly, after you catch him staring at you for what seems like the twentieth time today.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful piece of art here.”

His words make you blush and smile profusely, and your eyes find the ground instead of his gaze.

“That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” you say with a slight giggle. “And that’s saying something.”

He laughs lightly and presses his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“You know you love it,” he says, still smiling.

“Of course I do, because I love you,” you says and he hums.

“Love you, too,” he says, pressing his lips to yours.

You hear an older woman cough behind you, as if to say “stop making out and look at the art, you annoying children,” and you take the hint, breaking the kiss and pulling Josh into the next room.

After a few hours in the museum, you can see Josh getting bored and checking his phone often. Although you could wander around the exhibits all day, you indulge him and suggest the two of you grab lunch at a nearby diner.

“Hm, that diner looks good, but I think I have a better idea,” he says, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

“What have you got planned, Dun?” you ask suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You’re so full of crap,” you reply. He simply shrugs his shoulders and takes you to the car, swearing that he won’t tell you where he’s taking you.

The car ride is short, and you become even more confused when he parks the car in front of a nearby park.

“What are we going to eat at the park?” you ask.

“Grass,” he deadpans, and you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. “Just be patient, will you?”

You sigh and let him lead you through the park to a nice clearing where there’s a beautiful picnic set up with champagne and flowers.

“Josh, I said nothing over the top,” you say, even though you can’t hide your obvious grin.

“Man, if you think this is over the top, you’re really not going to like what I have set up for later,” he replies with a grin and you simply look at him in shock.

“We said we would have a nice, inexpensive day.”

“This is nice and inexpensive. Did you really think I would just not do something nice for you on our anniversary?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

“Well, then you truly have no faith in me.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly nice. You’re too good for this world,” you reply with mock annoyance.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replies and kisses the top of your head.

He leads you over to blanket and you both sit down. He pops the champagne and gets out a lunch of simple, but delicious, sandwiches and fruit.

“How did you even set this up?” you ask through a mouthful of a watermelon.

“I may have had to call in reinforcements from Tyler,” he explains with a grin.

“No way Tyler could have pulled this off,” you say and Josh laughs, but doesn’t argue.

“I’m totally telling him you said that,” Josh replies.

“What, it’s not a bad thing, he just isn’t the most organized person in the world,” you say and Josh shakes his head.

“No, you’re totally right. I guess I should’ve included that Tyler then had to call in reinforcements from Jenna,” he says.

“Now that I can believe,” you reply and the both of you laugh.

The better part of the afternoon is spent sipping champagne in the park, your head in Josh’s lap as he plays with your hair and you both lay on the blanket finding shapes in the clouds. It’s the perfect kind of afternoon, where the sky is bright and blue and the birds sing beautifully and the wind blows lightly every once in a while to make you feel like you’re perfectly alive.

You would be perfectly content to sleep our here all night, especially after the slight champagne buzz wears off and the drowsiness begins to set in, but Josh sits up around 5 and informs you that Jenna will be arriving shortly to make sure you get changed and to dinner by around 6:30. And sure enough, once the two of you have cleaned up your picnic and walk back to the car, Jenna is waiting for you.

Josh kisses you goodbye, and just like that, Jenna whisks you away before you can get another word in.

You and Jenna chat in the car, and you assume she is taking you to your house, but you’re surprised when you pull into the driveway of her and Tyler’s house.

“How am I supposed to get ready when I’m not at my house,” you ask as the two of you walk through the door.

“Don’t worry, Josh sent clothes for you and you can borrow my stuff for a shower and makeup,” she assures as she closes the door behind you.

“Way more planning went into this than I am aware of, didn’t it?” you ask, even though the answer is clear.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a smile.

You quickly shower and walk into Jenna’s room to inquire about your outfit, but you see that she’s already laid it out on the bed.

What you find is an absolutely gorgeous evening gown, with a pair of heels and a note written in Josh’s handwriting.

“I know we said no gifts, but this matched your eyes too well to not buy it for you. xx -J”

You smile and bite your lip and you want to be mad that he broke your “rules,” but how could you be upset about something this sweet. You shake your head slightly and pick up the dress, slipping it on over your undergarments. You leave the heels off for now, instead going to find Jenna about doing your hair and makeup.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jenna says as soon as she sees you. “Josh is gonna flip.”

Jenna happily agrees to help you with your hair and makeup, and about halfway through you realize you’ve seen no signs of Tyler in the house.

“Where’s Tyler?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s with Josh,” she replies, clearly with holding any more information.

“I bet you won’t tell me where, will you?” you continue.

“Nope,” she replies, popping the “p” sound.

You shake your head slightly, acknowledging that you’ll just have to live with the suspense.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you go back into Jenna’s room to slip on your shoes, finally able to see the full look in the mirror, and you almost don’t recognize yourself. The dress compliments your figure like nothing else you’ve ever worn, and your makeup was done beautifully by Jenna.

Jenna quickly pushes you out of the house so that you’ll make it to wherever she’s taking you on time. The drive doesn’t take long, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to one of your absolute favorite restaurants.  

“This is where I leave you,” Jenna says with a smile.

“Thank you so much, for everything,” you say, leaning over the console to give her a hug.

“You deserve it, hon. Now, go find you man,” she says and you climb out of the car and walk into the restaurant.

You’re shocked when you enter and find no one else in the restaurant, as it’s usually packed with diners. You are pulled from your confusion when you find a small trail of rose petals leading up to the rooftop seating area. As you climb the stairs, you can vaguely hear orchestral music being played beautifully from the top, and as you make it to the roof, you finally see Josh, dressed in a full black suit, looking as good as ever.

“You really outdid yourself, Dun,” you say to him as he approaches with a smile and a bouquet of roses.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he repeats his words for earlier, and truly means it. “Happy three years. You’re absolutely stunning.”

You blush at the compliment.

“Only because you bought this gorgeous dress for me. Did you rent out this whole place?” you ask, and he nods. “And a string quartet?”

You gesture to group playing in the corner of the roof. He simply nods.

“Friends of Tyler’s,” he says.

You can’t wipe the grin off your face as he leads you over to a table near the edge of the roof, so you can gaze out over the city. The table is already set with a delicious meal and wine.

You chat over dinner and he doesn’t let your hand go all night, tracing patterns into the back of it with his thumb. He also plays footsie with you under the table, but you know it’s not in a sexual way. He just wants to be close to you.

“There’s just one more thing I have for you,” he says as you finish your meal and he takes an envelope from his coat, sliding it over to you.

“But, Josh, I don’t even have anything for you-,” you start, but he interrupts.

“I know, we said no gifts,” he says. “But I’ve already broken that rule, so just open it.”

You sigh slightly and break the seal of the envelope, pulling out an airline ticket.

“What-” you start, but are again interrupted.

“It’s a one way ticket to our first show on tour,” Josh says, and you furrow your brow. “I know you’ve been hesitant to come on tour with us in the past, because you feel like you’re in the way all the time, but, baby, I want you with me, every day. I understand if you still don’t want to but I just-”

It was your turn to interrupt.

“Of course I will,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever smiled as wide.


“Yes, of course, Josh, I will go on tour with you,” you repeat.

He breathes a sigh of relief with a beaming smile to match yours, and you both stand up, walking to each other, and he holds you so tight you’re afraid you may have cracked a rib, but you don’t care. And even though he’s had his hands on you all day, no embrace was sweeter than the one you shared in that moment.


This was maybe more than the request was asking for, but it was just so cute, I couldn’t help it.

Hope you liked it! I’d love some feedback, or if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. Thanks for reading!

Date night

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Summary: you try going on a date lets just say Jensen doesn’t really want to see that happen.

To do list, one learn lines for tomorrows episode, two finish filming today’s episode, three do your homework, four find a nice outfits for your date tonight, and five sneak out of set without anyone realizing your gone, and make sure Jensen, Jared and Misha don’t know your going on a date.

That is not that much to do, the only hard part is the whole date part. Being on a tv show since you were a toddler and you’re now in your teens doesn’t give you a whole lot of dating options. Also the fact that you have three huge big brothers that wouldn’t let any boy look at you alone let you go on a date with. So yeah you were a little nervous, this was your first date ever. Last week the guy you had had a crush on for months had asked you on a date. For the first time you wouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s day.

The only problem was Jensen, you played Dean’s daughter and Jensen in real life was just as protective of you as Deans was of your character. So there was no doubt in your mind that Jensen would not agree to you going on a date with some boy. But he wasn’t some boy he was the nicest person in your grade, he was always nice to teachers, he said hi to you in the hallways each day, he helped with your math homework. And he had the most amazing eyes. So when he asked you out you were pretty excited. The only hard part was containing your excitement for so long around the boys without them asking what was going on. So you tried your best to keep it in.

This day will never end, you thought as you walked back to your trailer after a long day of filming. Jensen and Misha had been horrid today, constantly messing up takes, and laughing around. You were praying to what ever god was out there that you didn’t miss your date. They had decided they had had enough of Jensen and Misha that they would pick up filming tomorrow. The nerves were picking up as you headed to your trailer, god you hope this date went well.

Looking at yourself in your mirror you nodded. You looked pretty good, you gave yourself one more twirl grabbed your stuff and headed out.

“oh look who’s all dressed up.” Misha came around the corner smirking, “why would you be all dressed up just to go home, huh?”

“Misha if you say anything, and i mean anything to anybody, i will end you.” you checked the time you were supposed to be meeting him in ten minutes and you hadn’t even left yet. “Look i know what this looks like” gesturing to yourself, “but i will tell you everything that happens as soon as i get back, just don’t tell Jensen.”

Misha smiled “fine, fine i won’t tell Jensen” he said sighing, his shoulders drooping, you let out a breath and turned around to leave.

“won’t tell Jensen what?” you stopped in your tracks, maybe if you pretended like you didn’t hear him and keep walking you wouldn’t have to turn around and face him.

“y/n where you going, you look a little dressed up. Are you wearing makeup!”

Turning around on your toes, you looked up at Jensen, “if you have to know yes, yes i am wearing makeup, i got bored so i thought i would have fun. And me and Misha were just talking about how much we thought, how much we thought,” you waved at Misha to try to get him to help.

“how much we thought you needed to work on your lines.” you glared at Misha “yup, yup that’s what we were talking about. one hundred percent.”

“You have a date don’t you.”


“Wrong answer, you don’t have a date. You are way to young to date,” you interrupted him “i’m seventeen.”

“not aloud to date till you’re thirty, also why would you want to go on a date, when you could hang out here with us and watch movies.”

“well for one Jensen i have been looking forward to this for a long time and second why would i want to hand out with a bunch of thirty year old men when i can hang out with my crush, third i’m not your kid so you can’t tell me what to do.” you turned to look at Misha, “ and stop agreeing with him, you were on my side.” Misha put his hand in the air and walked away. “Jensen i really, really, really want to go on this date, and currently i’m almost five minutes late. So please just let me go, i promise if anything happens…”

Jensen interrupted “fine, don’t let me stop you from being a teen, just no sex no kissing no hand holding no touching. Remember to always leave room for jesus, if he does anything wrong or even looks at you wrong i will cut off his”

“Okay! I get it we’re good here i can go.” Jensen hugged you, “yes, you can go. Just promise me you’ll be careful i worry about you, especially with teen boys.” he kissed your forehead and let you go.

“Thanks Jensen i promise i’ll be fine. Plus i know if anything does go wrong i know a guy that has promised to cut off his junk.” you turned waved and ran off to your car.

“atta girl.” turning around he starts to walk away. He stops turns around and runs to his car to follow, there is no way he’s letting you go on a date without him as a chaperon.

yo just as an authors note if anyone wants to give criticism tell me what i can work on that would be much appreciated. or if you just want to talk, come talk to me i am bored


Originally posted by coldrainy

Shawn Mendes x Reader

**Trigger warning: self harm and bullying**

Word count: 1,085

A/N: I’ve combined an anon request and a prompt I did and as I said, I wasn’t going to do this purely because of trigger reasons but the thought of this possibly helping someone encouraged me to do it. I love you and I’m here for you all. Lots of love.


Shawn smiles at me, his face not far from mine. “What?” I giggle. Shawn places his large, soft hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb over it. “I’m just so lucky, I wish you could see it.” He says before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to kiss him, hard. My body begins to heat as I feel Shawn’s fingers begin to curl up the bottom of my jumper. I quickly pull away before he has a chance to lift it any further. I look up at his eyes, an utterly confused look displayed on his face. I flop backwards onto the bed with my arms splayed out. “Sorry.” I mumble, knowing Shawn is definitely getting frustrated by this repetition. Shawn rests his back against the headboard, letting out a huge sigh. “Y/N… Have I done something? Has something changed between us? I know I was on tour for a while but I haven’t changed… Is there someone else?” Shawn asks, concerned. I shoot up, feeling so guilty. “No! No! Shawn, I promise, nothing has changed with us. I just… I just had lunch and I’m really bloated.” I say, trying to sound convincing. “There it is again. Another excuse. You know I’m here for you, Y/N, but I can’t really handle your games right now.” Shawn says, sounding a little pissed off as he gets off my bed and puts his shoes on. “Where are you going?” I ask, so incredibly annoyed at myself. “Home. I’ll talk to you later.” He says before walking out my door.

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paleesky  asked:

Heyyo! Sooo about the voltron family.... Do I just send in a prompt? If so then this is my prompt if you wanna do it: Shiro having to take care of the whole family on a weekday because they're all sick with fever and flu except for Shiro. FLUFF would be nice! Thank you! I absolutely adore and LOVE this series!!! 💞💞💜💜❤❤

[The Voltron Family] It first started with Hunk, he caught a fever and flu. So obviously, Keith would take care of his baby boy. Lance and Pidge would comfort their brother that caused them to get sick too. Then by the end of Sunday night, Keith started coughing. 

Shiro: *wraps his arms around Keith’s tummy* You okay?
Keith: *nods* *unwraps Shiro’s arms* I better go get a mask though. Don’t wanna infect you too. 
Shiro: No cuddles tonight then?
Keith: No can do, Champion. *frowns* You’ll live. *chuckles* *gets up* This will be gone by tomorrow.
Shiro: Better take meds though, just to be sure. *gets up* 

The following morning, when Shiro woke up, Keith was sweating and his temperature was so high. He checked on the kids and they were all still sick. He sighed and called the hospital that he’d be taking a leave because of a family emergency. 

Keith: *wakes up at the sound of his alarm* 
Shiro: Good morning, sunshine. *leans down to give Keith a kiss on the cheek* You’re staying home today, sweetheart. You’re sick. *frowns*
Keith: Wha— *coughs* I’m not *coughs* *glares at Shiro* *rolls his eyes* Yeah, yeah, Okay. I’m sick. *buries his face into the pillow* This *coughs* sucks.
Shiro: *chuckles* *runs his finger through Keith’s hair* 
Keith: *hums* *voice is muffled by the pillow* Hmmmm, that feels nice. *suddenly remembers* *jolts up* Shiro! The kids!
Shiro: I checked the kiddos a while ago. Still sleeping. No way are they going to school today.
Keith: *nods* Okay, good. *coughs* And you better get to work now.
Shiro: *shakes head* I’m taking a leave today. There’s no one to take care of you and the little gremlins.
Keith: Stop calling my children gremlins. *frowns* *coughs*
Shiro: *smiles fondly* They’re my children too.
Keith: Call them your little flowers. *smirks*
Shiro: Okay. That’s it. You’re really sick, Keith. Go back to sleep. *chuckles*

Shiro went down to prepare them all some English Breakfast. Keith offered to help but he could barely stand up so he didn’t put up much of a fight when Shiro told him to just rest and leave everything to him. As soon as he was done, he went to check on the kids again and Hunk was already up.

Shiro: *enters Hunk’s room* Good Morning, little pet. Time for breakfast.
Hunk: Good morning, Daddy Shiro. *blinks repeatedly to get rid of the sleepiness* *gets out of bed and tugs Shiro’s hand* 
Shiro: *smiles and leans down to give Hunk a morning kiss* Let’s go get Lance and Pidge. *squeezes Hunk’s hand and they go to Lance’s room*
Lance: *snoring*
Shiro: *chuckles* *caresses Lance’s leg to wake him up since it always does the trick* C’mon, Captain. Time to wake up.
Lance: *groans* Nooooooooo. *rolls around the bed* I’m sick. I’m gonna die.
Shiro: I know, but you need breakfast. C’mon, you can die later.
Lance: *groans* *sits up and joins his Daddy Shiro and Hunk*
Shiro: *enters Pidge’s room* Baby girl? You up? *leans down to kiss Pidge* C’mon, wakey wakey. Daddy made some English Breakfast. 
Pidge: *suddenly wakes up* English Breakfast?! 
Shiro: *chuckles* Yeah and it’s getting cold. *carries Pidge into his arms*

They all made their way to the master bedroom to wake Keith up. Then they all settled down in the breakfast table to eat. After they were done, they all lined up (including Keith) as Shiro handed them new masks for the day. 

Shiro: Be good today boys *looks down at Pidge* and girl. Don’t exert so much energy today and just rest up. I’ll check up on each of you later when you need to take your hourly meds. Alright?
Hunk, Lance and Pidge: *salutes* Okay, Doctor Takashi. *leaves to go back to their rooms*
Keith: *raises an eyebrow at Shiro* You’re enjoying playing doctor don’t you?
Shiro: I did not die 500 times in med school to play doctor, Mr. Shirogane. *looks so bloody offended* And you are a patient, so you need to go back to bed and stay there.
Keith: *smirks* Fine, Doctor Takashi.
Shiro: *flushes* Why is it so weird and so different when you say it? Stop teasing me. *pouts*
Keith: *laughs*

Shiro washed the dishes and did the laundry. Even cleaned the house while he was at it. His phone alarmed and he checked on the kids to tell them to drink their meds, they were all surprisingly hanging out in Hunk’s room, all cuddled up. Shiro cooed at how adorable they were.

Shiro: You kiddos need anything? Anything? At all? *looks at Hunk*
Hunk: Can I request for melon milk?
Shiro: I’ll get on that, sweetie. *smiles and then looks at Pidge*
Pidge: Maybe cookies?
Shiro: I’ll check if there are cookies left from your Daddy Keith’s batch. *ponders* *looks at Lance*
Lance: Can I get a car?
Shiro: No. 

The last one was Keith and Keith was just there lying on the bed, trying to fight sleepiness, looking so bored while playing on his phone. Shiro shook his head fondly and knocked on the opened door to get his husband’s attention.

Shiro: Anything you need, sweetpea?
Keith: I need your body. *monotone*
Shiro: *snorts* *stifles a laugh* Maybe when you’re better.
Keith: Dammit. Worth a shot. *unceremoniously drops his phone on the bed* I’m so bored. You won’t let me do anything
Shiro: *laughs* Maybe I’ll let you sort the laundry.
Keith: *coughs* Oh no. I’m so sick. I… *coughs* can’t.
Shiro: *playfully kicks Keith’s legs* You ass.

Bad dates- Peter maximoff x reader

Requested by: @mutantsandproud

Warnings: none unless you count a bad date

Request: “You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but it’s actually because you’re really hot” AU would be amazing with Erik Lehnsherr Or “I’m on a bad date and you’re my waiter please help” AU with Peter Maximoff would be hilarious Could you do one of these please? Or both if you want :D Thanks!

More specifically this part: “I’m on a bad date and you’re my waiter please help” AU with Peter Maximoff would be hilarious Could you do one of these please? Or both if you want :D Thanks!

I’m doing both!

This is random by Ms.Hunter comes from Stevie Hunter who was a dance instructor there (It’s not what I used her for in the story but it’s kind of similar) Also she’s in here just as a name iit’s not her personality at all, I just thought it would be an interesting reference

It felt like years since Peter’s been on a date. It was more like two or three months, but to Peter it felt like years. He had never been the best with girls, or really wanted to go on dates. For this girl he made an exception. She was the music teacher at the school, Ms. Hunter. One of the things Peter loves is music, he’s almost always listening to it. Half the time he has his headphones on, which does tends to annoy people. So when Peter learned that Ms.Hunter or Stevie, as he is going to call her on his date, showed interest in him, he jumped on the opportunity to take her on one.

Peter knocked on her eagerly awaiting to see her. Stevie opened the door and smiled at Peter, her brown eyes lighting up as she saw him. Peter looked at Stevie, her brown hair was in cornrows with golden beads at the end. She wore a red plaid skirt, and a white tubetop, the only thing that didn’t look very formal about her outfit was her white sneakers. This is kind of awkward Peter thought to himself. Peter was wearing what he always wore, a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and his silver jacket.

“You look nice.” Peter commented

After a moment of silence, and Stevie staring at Peter’s outfit, Stevie finally said, “You do to,” Peter could tell it wasn’t sincere, it sounded like a question, and not a compliment.

“So, is it ok if I run you their, I can assure you it’s safe” Peter asked

“If it’s ok, I’d rather not. We can just take my car, you can just give me the directions and i’ll drive.” She declined

“If that’s what you want,” Peter answered with a fake smile.

Peter never liked driving, it was to slow for him. He also found driving really boring. If peter knows where he’s going, he would much rather run.

The car drive was bland. It mostly consisted of small talk. He also messed up the directions a few times, because he memorized how to run there, and not how to drive. Peter was very relieved when they got to the restaurant.

“So tell me a little bit about the restaurant.” Stevie stated

“Alright, it’s not to big, and not super fancy, but I did make reservations, because the wait can take forever sometimes. It’s not super exotic because I didn’t know what type of food you like. The food is good, I’ve been there a couple of times. It’s mainly known for being a nice pizza place, but they have other stuff too like salads.” Peter responded trying to make it sound as nice as it can, without overdoing it.

“It sounds pleasant!” Stevie commented

They walked into the small restaurant together. Stevie looking around as they entered. Stevie wasn’t very satisfied. The restaurant was small, and rustic, but still very nice. It had wooden chairs, and tables. The fabric on the booths chairs was an off-white, and the walls appeared to look like walls you would find in a cabin. In the corner there was a small bar with some bar stools that were made of the same wood as the chairs. The restaurant smelled very nice like a burning campfire, probably because of the wood ovens they used for making their pizzas.

Peter looked at Stevie, who was clearly disgusted by the smell Peter enjoyed. He walked up to the host, trying to take his eyes of Stevie’s look of disgust. The host smiled, and complimented Stevie on her skirt, Peter could tell he was trying to get rid of her look of disgust. Stevie smiled at the host, but quickly went back to the disgust face.

“Do you have reservations?” The host asked.

“We do,” Peter responded “under Maximoff.”

“Alright!” The host said getting silverware, and menus out of the tubs next to him, “I’ll show you to your table.”

The host took them to a small booth near the back of the restaurant. It was next to a window, That’s nice Peter thought to himself, If It gets any more boring I can stare out the window. Peter and Stevie sat down across from each other. Stevie quickly grabbed the menu, and quickly began flipping through it.

“Your waitress should be here in a moment,” The host said before walking back to the front.

Peter picked up the menu and looked through it a bit, in less than a minute their waitress was their. Peter looked at the waitress, She’s very pretty Peter thought.

“Hello,I’m (Y/n) i’ll be serving you today” The waitress greeted “Can I start you off with some drinks?” She asked

Wow her voice is as pretty as her. Peter thought, What am I thinking? I’m on a date. Focus Peter, focus. Before Peter knew it Stevie started ordering, for both of them?

“We’re actually ready to order. Two caesar salads please! Also water for both of us.”

“Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks in a moment.” The waitress, Peter now knew as (Y/n) said.

“Great, thanks!’ Stevie thanked her.

“Oh.., sorry thanks!” Peter quickly said before (Y/n) went off the get their drinks

I can’t believe she ordered for me. I could understand her getting me a water, but ordering me a salad. I would rather have a pizza. Peter complained to himself, Can today get any worse?

“What do you think of the restaurant.” Peter questioned, not expecting a good answer.

“It’s alright, I’m not a fan of the smell, or pizza. I hope it’s alright I got you a salad by the way.” She answered.

It’s not he thought. He didn’t say that of course, instead he responded “It’s alright, I haven’t had their salad before, but if it’s as good as the rest of the food here it will be amazing.”

“I’m sure it will be better than it smelled.” she laughed “I was expecting something more romantic though, like a candlelit dinner and flowers, but this…works, I guess”

“I’m glad it works.” Peter said coming off more unfriendly than he intended.

The conversation was luckily cut off when (Y/n) returned.

“Here you go! Two waters.” She said sweetly setting the water down on the table.

“I’ll be back with the salads.” she said hurrying off again.

“So on a different note,” Peter started “What’s your mutation?”

“I’m actually not one, I’m just a teacher. But i’m very supportive of mutant rights, and believe that they deserve them. ” She answered

I thought everyone at the school was a mutant? Maybe they made an exception. Peter thoughts were cut off when (Y/n) put a caesar salad next to him.

“Two caesar salads!” She stated “if you need anything let me know.” She quickly walked away, and to the next table.
“Speaking of mutations!” Stevie stated “You’re an X-men! You’ve saved the world! What’s it like?”

Then it clicked. Stevie wanted to go on a date with Quicksilver, not Peter Maximoff. Even though they were the same they were different, ones a hero and saves the world, they other is the person behind the one who saves the world, the one with personality, thoughts, and emotions. Stevie just wanted a hero, Quicksilver, not Peter.

“Peter! Hello! I asked a question!” Stevie said tapping his shoulder.

“Sorry I was lost in thought. To answer your question, it’s nice, I guess, knowing I’m doing good for people.”

“Your very heroic! It must be scary, I would be worried about getting hurt.” She responded “I’ll be back I’m going to powder my nose.”

“Alright.” Peter said

I need to leave now. I can’t just skip the bill, and leave her here, that would be awkward tomorrow. It hasn’t even been a long time, so I can’t say I’m tired. I’ve got it! I’ll ask (Y/n).

“Excuse me, (y/n) right?” he asked as she passed, even though he very well knew her name was (Y/n) “Can you help me?”

“Yes it’s (Y/n) she answered, and how can I help you?

“I need a really big favor!” Peter laughed awkwardly “It’s really big…”

“What is it? I can atleast try.” she said sweetly

“My date is in the bathroom, it’s been a very bad date, I mean really really bad.” Peter explained

“I’ve been their,” (y/n) laughed, “You want me to ruin it?”

“Well,” Peter tried to think of a better way to put it but couldn’t think off one

“Um,” he laughed awkwardly “Pretty much.”

“I’ve got an idea. It involves me dumping water on her. Is that alright? She seems very rude, and something tells me we won’t be losing a customer.”

“I don’t mind, in a way you could even say she’s using me so, go ahead. But what about your job, will your boss get mad.” He asked

“My boss is my uncle. He’ll probably figure it out right after I do it. I hope this doesn’t make it weird between you, and her.” She explained

“It may, but I really don’t wanna see her again.” Peter laughed

(Y/n) picked up Stevie’s almost empty glass and said, “All right, operation spill water on- I didn’t get your name.” She said

“It’s Peter,” he told her.

“Operation spill water on Peter’s date,is a go!” She laughed, rushing to kitchen to fill Stevie’s water up.

From the corner of his eye, Peter saw Stevie. Stevie flashed a toothless smile at Peter, it looked kind of sarcastic though.

Stevie sat down, and looked at the table. After a second, she asked “Where’s the water?”

“I had the waitress get you some more, since it was almost empty.” Peter lied

“That’s nice of you, thanks” Stevie said flashing another sarcastic smile.

Peter held back his laughter as (Y/n) approached. He felt kinda bad, but she only went on a date with him because he was an X-men which is very shallow, she has also been rude to him all night. This date has been amazing so far, Peter thought sarcastically. This will be the best part of the date.

(Y/n) rushed over to Stevie, and ‘tripped’ on her foot, causing water to start splash on Stevie.

“What the hell!” Stevie screamed.

“I’m sorry! I’ll go get napkins!” (Y/n) apologized trying to sound sorry.

“No you won’t! Not before I yell at you at least! You’re salad taste like trash! This place smell disgusting! I also hate pizza! This date has been awful! To top that I saw you flirting with
my date, before you ran off to get me water!You’ve lost a customer today!” Stevie ranted

(Y/n) and Peter looked down to hide their laughs. A couple people who, probably heard Peter, and (y/n)’s plan laughed. Stevie stomped her foot, and ran out. The moment Stevie ran out Peter, and (y/n) laughed.

“That was awesome!” Peter yelled, a little too loud, “Do you do that for every guy who has bad date?”

“Only the cute ones!” (Y/n) giggled “I also only offer the cut ones a free pizza, and their salad on the house.”

“You don’t have to do that!” Peter said

“I want to! I haven’t had this much fun at work ever! My shift ended a couple minutes ago, I could make us a pizza, and we could watch movies at my place!”

“I would love to!” Peter answered

“Good I’ll make the pizza and be back!” (Y/n) said rushing to the kitchen

Later (y/n) returned to Peter, and they went to her house. Peter’s new date turned out well, complete with pizza, movies, and conversation that wasn’t small talk.

Different (p.2) // Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request : can you do a Klaus mikaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an interest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Many have been requesting a part two so here it is !!!!

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem. Reader

Part One

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

Originally posted by victoriasbook

It had been weeks since the ball, and Klaus hasn’t made contact with Y/N since then. After the Mikael incident, he felt as if it were too dangerous. She was only human after all.

Klaus did watch over her though. He found solace in standing under her window, listening in on the life she held behind closed doors. Often times, he would stand on the fire escape and watch that life play out. He didn’t know what it was about her. He never met a more fearless human that her. She didn’t treat him like a monster. Sure, it was probably because she hasn’t seen the worst part of him but there was just something about her that kept drawing him in.

She would often lounge around in a t shirt and panties, with messy bed hair and a mug of tea in her hand. Other times she would blast music and dance around her apartment, always making a small smile appear on his face. Everyday he learns something new. She’s a mystery that he needs to know more about.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you perhaps write something about Aaron getting his phone back after prison and finding a message (or messages) from Robert, maybe not really meant for him but that Robert needed to talk to someone and didn't think to delete? (I know you wrote a drabble of Robert leaving a message, this could follow that or not, as you choose) I've been reading through your stories, and they're wonderful! I love some of the domestic moments (Paddy pushing Aaron in the muddy river is a favorite!)

thank you lovely, thats so kind! and aaahh i love this idea, i hope you enjoy.

a sequel to this drabble.

It had been a long day, and Aaron was exhausted. He’d managed a quick, five minute shower, wanting to wash the last of prison from his skin before he went to bed, so his hair was damp against his forehead as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart racing as his felt the familiar softness of their mattress underneath his hands.

Six weeks. It had been six weeks since he’d been at home, since he’d slept in his own bed, since he’d had a good nights sleep. Aaron couldn’t wait to close his eyes, and just sleep - but he wanted to wait for Robert, to say goodnight to his husband properly.

He could hear Robert in the bathroom, their bedroom door cracked slightly open, the sound of the water running filling the upstairs hallway. Aaron turned his focus to his bedside locker, too tired to think too much about Robert, and the shower, and how gloriously naked his husband was right that minute.

Noticing his phone, Aaron realised he hadn’t so much as turned it on all day, having completely forgotten about it. He’d gotten used to not having it, he supposed.

Turning it on, Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he noticed Robert had charged it for him, the little battery sign in the corner flashing green. It took a few seconds for notifications to flood through, Facebook notifications and football scores, and a whole rake of phonecalls - from Robert?

Aaron raised an eyebrow, wondering why his husband had been calling his mobile while Aaron had been inside, knowing there was no way he’d hear the messages. He dialled the number for his voicemail, waiting patiently for the 47 unread messages he had to play.

“I miss you, Aaron. You’ve only been gone three days, and I miss you so much it hurts to think about it. I’ve spent nearly every day of this past year with you, and even when you were in France, I got to call you, see your face every single day. Not being near you, not being able to kiss you goodnight - it’s awful. I miss you, and I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Robert sounded absolutely devastated on the phone, an edge to his voice that Aaron recognised as the older man trying to hold back tears. 

“You’re going to think it was stupid, me ringing your voicemail just to feel like I have someone to talk to, but the truth is, without you around, I’m lonely. I don’t have any friends, besides you,” Robert said in his next message. “I’m sitting on the couch, watching Top Gear, and all I want, in this whole entire world, is for you to be here next to me, telling me to shut up so you can focus on the cars. I’ve recorded all the new episodes, by the way, so you can watch them when you’re out. I miss talking to you about stuff like this, whats on telly, how your day went. My days are getting pretty boring, without you.”

Aaron’s heart twisted at Robert’s words, his loneliness obvious now. Aaron didn’t often think about Robert having mates, but his message made Aaron realise just how few and far between those friends were. 

“I was in Tesco, and I saw your favourite chocolate was on offer, and I was halfway home before I realised you couldn’t eat it because you’re not here, you’re in prison. I’m pulled in at the side of the road between Hotten and home, and I feel like such an idiot for crying over something so small when you’re going through hell inside.”

“Aaron, I’m scared. I’m scared something is going to happen to you inside, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to help. I can fix a lot of things, you know? I can sort out a lot, but I just have to sit and wait for the solicitor to sort your appeal, and I hate it. I hate feeling helpless.”

Helpless. That was not a word he’d use to describe Robert Sugden.

“I miss you. Please come home to me soon, Aaron.”

Aaron wished he could have been home sooner.

“I haven’t slept in our bed since you went inside.” Robert admitted tearfully in his next message. “It’s too big, without you in it. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for weeks, but you come home tomorrow, and our lives can start again. God, Aaron, I love you, and I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“You alright?”

Aaron looked up to see Robert walking into their bedroom, towel drying his hair as he kicked the door shut, blocking out the rest of the world. He was speechless, his phone still pressed to his ear. 

“Aaron, you okay?” Robert repeated, concerned now. His pyjama bottoms were slung low on his hips, drops of water running down his neck, and any other time, Aaron would probably have just jumped him there and then, but he noticed instead - noticed the dark circles under Robert’s eyes, the slump to his shoulders and the even more pale than usual complexion of his skin.

“I listened to your messages.” Aaron said, setting his phone down and standing up, unsure of what to say.

Robert flushed, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry, it was a weird thing to do. I just needed someone to talk to while you were inside, I guess.”

“Robert, I’m so sorry.”

“What have you got to be sorry for, you daft idiot? You did nothing! You were going through hell inside, don’t worry about me.”

“I do though, worry about ya.” Aaron wrapped his arms around Robert’s middle, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry you didn’t have anyone to talk to.”

Robert held him close, pressing his lips to the side of Aaron’s head in a soft kiss. “Your voicemail did an okay job.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Aaron reassured, blinking back tears he hadn’t realised were welling in his eyes. “And I’m never leaving ya again.”

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 5

Originally posted by sugaglos

“I asked you last week to come over and hangout at my house but you said no. Plus, I’m busy these days. I’ll see you around kay?” You said walking away.

That night, Nari called to explain how pissed off Jay was.

“Y/N, he’s totally pissed, do you know what he said? Jesus. He said you’re a bitch for only using him as your boy toy and then ignoring him. Did you fuck him and not tell me!?” She gasped.

“Oh my god no! I almost did though…at your party.”

She yelped. “Almost!?”

“He didn’t want to…Nari, he outright rejected me, and when I invited him over last week, it was clear that he would never step into my house.”

“He’s the bitch! You gave him two shots and he’s that stupid?” Nari growled.

“It was only one shot and I was drunk so it’s no big deal, it’s better this way anyhow.” You concluded.

“I always knew you had a huge crush on him.” She stated.

“Okay first, no I didn’t. He was just a really hot friend that I started to like a little too much. Second, I think it’s better if I stay away from him.” You explained.

“That’s your choice I guess, but he’s really pissed. He’s even talking about you in school.” Nari said.

“If I hear him myself, I’ll tell Yoongi to kill him.”

“Speaking of Yoongi, I saw the way he was dragging you out the club the other day. It was a bit inappropriate for an employee…Is he your new boy toy?” She squealed annoyingly.

“He was just pretending to be my date, some old creep was trying to hit on me.” You explained.

She sighed. “I was hoping for something more juicy.”

“Keep dreaming.”


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avidreaderffn  asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts? I had this idea about Alex and Lucy having a normal day at the DEO when a police car chase comes up on the news and they can tell that Maggie's patrol car is on the lead.

the above prompt, feat. kara. enjoy! 

when you’d asked for 

“any kind of trouble at all please,” 

what you had not been asking for, was a car chase. sure, you were bored, and sure, a car chase means criminal activity to be halted. it’s just also that car chases have a lot of clear and present danger to the population as a whole and even for you, there are too many variables to consider. 

at the present, you’ve got the suspects white panel van in the lead. one queen vic with one of those flashing blue lights on the dash and four squad cars in support. not to mention a helicopter or two filming the whole thing. 

like you mentioned, a lot of variables. 

plus it’s rush hour so traffic is all but crashing into each other in order to not get clipped in the pursuit. 

you have a headache. 

but also, 

you have larger problems because all of a sudden you’re picking up a familiar heartbeat. the beat is heightened, you can all but hear the adrenaline racing through maggie sawyers system and 


oh no,  

it takes one blink with your x-ray vision to figure out that in the lead car, the one pushing it to ninety as the panel van slips onto the freeway and perhaps the safest diver in this rodeo, 

is maggie. 

you speak into the comms “uh, alex, lucy,” you start “just a heads up,” 

that’s maggie’s car.” comes alex in kara’s ear “we know.” 

there’s an unspoken,

keep her safe, please.  

that follows as all you can hear are the sounds of their breathing. you can imagine then both standing in the command center, the chase pulled up on the tv. you can picture them both standing shoulder to shoulder, all but holding hands, neither of them breathing after a while, both of their hearts threatening to pound through their ribs. 

“i’ve got her.” you say firmly, steadily, you’ve got this situation under control. 

so you watch, with keen eyes and alert ears, and keep scanning the road ahead, checking for upcoming dangers. even though you know, 

you know, 

this car chase will not end well. they rarely ever do, in your opinion. and this one, it has to potential to end terribly. you’re putting the pieces together as the van crashes through a construction sign, shuddering and vibrating as it speeds across gravel. ahead, you see what they can not, 

the end of the road. 

a section where bridge repairs are happening and for the moment there is no road, just metal and structure and oh no, no,

gorges with sharp rocks at the bottom and steep cliff walls. 

so you’re acting quick and you’re acting fast, and what you’re doing is landing, standing ten feet or so from the cliff edge. you’re bracing your body for impact, you’re holding your arms out, 

and the panel van?

they swerve. 

you feel a mirror shatter against your shoulder and then they’re past you and barreling towards the edge. 

time seems to slow in the seconds that follow. 

where all of a sudden you see maggie’s eyes go wide, wider as she registers that you’re standing in front of her, feet in front of her. maggie’s eyes following you as she slams on her breaks and you’re turning. you see the car, see the edge and you know, 

god you know,

this can’t end well.

but you are supergirl.

you are a genius and you are calculating distance and time and force and then you’re pushing off your back foot. you’re diving, you’re flying, you’re lunging for the car, grabbing at it, anyway you can. 

hand wrapping around a tire, the rear bumper. 

there is nothing in your ears but thousands of racing pulses. maggie’s clearest of all, you can hear her getting out of the car, hear her footsteps running across the gravel. you hear the clip coming off her holster and the way her hand curls around her gun. 

you’re digging your heels in, 

and it’s not hard, 

to haul the car, currently perilously perched half off the cliff. 

you pull it back so all four tires are on the ground. so maggie and her partner can take a side and suddenly there are commands of 

“put your hands in the air” 


“climb out of the car slowly,” 

and then there’s alex in your ear, and lucy too. both breathing hard, alex’s voice strained and “good job supergirl.” she’s saying 

because if you hadn’t been there? 

one car at the very least was going over the edge, and maybe a second, depending on physics, on friction, on just how good are maggie’s cars breaks?

it’s only when both the driver and the passenger are in the back of squad cars that maggie finds her way over to you. puts a hand on your shoulder, says “thank you, supergirl.” 

and you’re nodding, you’re saying something like “of course, detective, anytime.” 

but later, when you’re swinging by alex’s place with food, it’s maggie laid out on the couch with her head in lucy’s lap. she’s got an ice pack over one shoulder - her left shoulder - and a book in her hand, one that she’s reading outloud as lucy cards a hand through maggie’s hair. 

you smile at the normalcy. 

at the comfort they give each other. 

you do not smile at the bruising across her shoulder from slamming into the seatbelt. maggie catches you staring and says “it’s better than what would have happened if i’d gone onto that bridge, little danvers.” 

which, she’s right, but still. 

so you’re sighing and you’re nodding and alex is stepping out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in one of maggie’s ncpd t-shirts. she sees you and she sees her girls and everyone is home and everyone is safe. 

it’s alex who asks “you up for a movie night?” 

and it’s maggie who adds “we might even let you pick one.” 

“as long as it’s animated.” lucy supplies. 

and all you can do is say yes, of course, you’d love to. 

Breaking All The Rules For You - Professor O’Brien [Smut] (Part One)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 3126

Notes: As usual, teacher/reader going on here so don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable. Kinda short, but it’s a ‘filler chapter’. Oral (male receiving). Also, a huge thanks to @dumbass-stilinski because as usual she helped me out and read it all and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for all the encouragement.

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Late Night- Frank Iero

From Frank

Are you sleeping?

Received 2:47 am

To Frank

Of course not. Do you even know me?

Sent 2:48am

From Frank

Be ready, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

Received 2:50am

To Frank

Ummm…. To where may I ask?

Sent 2:51am

From Frank

No, just be ready.

Received 2:51am

You stood from your spot on the couch and went to get dressed. Hopefully you weren’t going anywhere important, because you threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

Both you and Frank often hung out late at night, because you both didn’t sleep very well. Tonight you just couldn’t fall asleep so you were watching t.v., bored out of your mind.

You went back to your couch and waited for Frank to text you saying he was there. Instead he beeped. Of course he did, at 3 in the morning. No wonder your neighbors hate you.

You walked out to his car and he smiled at you when you got in the passenger seat.

“So where the hell are we going?” you asked as he started driving.

“Doesn’t matter, so why aren’t you asleep?” he said changing the conversation.

You rolled your eyes at him and he smiled at you.

“Well I just can’t sleep, you?”

“I was just thinking a lot and so I thought I’d see what my best friend was doing.”

“Well good thing because I was bored as fuck. So what were you thinking so much about?”

“The question should be more of who, but I’m not going to tell you.” he said.

“You’re so secretive today. Can I please know where we’re going? I’m starting to think you’re kidnapping me.” you joked.

“Maybe I am.” he joked back.

After a 20 minute longer drive and jokes Frank finally parked the car. He brought you to a lookout point that looked over the quiet city.

“What are we doing here?” you asked as you both got out of the car.

He reached in the backseat and grabbed some things before walking over to an area that looked at the city below.

He spread a blanket on the ground and sat down. You looked over to him with a quizzical look.

“You coming?” he said gesturing to sit with him.

You sat next to him and he smiled at you.

“Why do you look so happy?” you questioned.

“Because I’m with you.” he said staring at you.

“Are you flirting with me Mr.Iero?” you joked.

“Maybe.” he said moving closer to you.

This wasn’t weird for your friendship, but he seemed more serious than usual.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?”

“Go for it.”

“I like you a lot, more than just a friend. Y/N it’s fucking cliche, but I think I’m falling for my best friend.” he said now staring out at the view. You could tell he was embarrassed by what he just admitted.

“You’re right it is cliche. I would know.” you said and he looked at you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I have this huge crush on my best friend.” you blushed when you spoke.

“Well you’re best friend must be very lucky.” he said getting insecure.

“He is, but I’m even luckier to have him. He kidnaps me at 3 in the morning.” you said turning to face him.

“Wait you like me?”

“Did I not make that obvious.” you said laughing.

He blushed and looked down at his lap embarrassed.

“So… like do you wanna, um, go on a date sometime?” he asked.

“Sure, but you have to promise me something.”

“And what would that be?” he asked looking up at you more comfortable.

“It will be late at night like this. These are my favorite things we do.”

“Deal.” he said pulling you closer to him. “I think I’m going to kidnap you a lot more.”

“I like the sound of that.” you said kissing him on the cheek.

He held you in his arms for a while and just talked. You soon grew tired and before you knew it you woke up in your bed the next afternoon.

You checked your phone to see texts from Frank.

From Frank

Sweet dreams Y/N.

Received 5:49am

From Frank

Good morning beautiful. Hope you slept well and you didn’t freak when you realized you woke up in your bed. I didn’t want to wake you so I brought you home. I’ll call you later, thanks for making my night great.

Received 11:13am

He was such a sweetheart and you can’t believe he was your best friend and now your boyfriend.