dairy aisle

i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.

ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.

iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.

iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.

v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is, in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.

Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.

vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.

vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.

viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.

ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.

x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.

I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.

xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.

—  6. graduation cometh
FIC RECS

in honor of gaining another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsterREKT heres another rec list. 

This will just be made up of lots and lots of different types of fics. Make sure to read the warnings for each fic before reading. 

(fics with ** are favorites)


It Takes A Village by  Hypocorismm

Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.

Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn’t used to sharing.

WORDS: 49227

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 35/35

WARNINGS: angst, kidnapping, mpreg.


Night Stroll by  Marishna

“Is it night there?”

Derek chuckled. “Yeah, it is. How do you know where I am?”

“I don’t, that’s why it’s weird it’s night. That puts you in… Europe?” Stiles asked after some quick math.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Spain. You haven’t lost that…” Derek waved his hand. “Stileness.”

WORDS: 3276

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTER: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek has insomnia??? is that a warning??? idk


****Prince Among Wolves by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable. 

WORDS: 101,000

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 20/20

WARNINGS: mild transphobia, derek learns acceptance, broken family, so much angst


Walking Into Darkness by  alenie

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

WORDS: 6342

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship 


****Ashes, Ashes by  ShanaStoryteller

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

WORDS: 2699

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS:1/1

WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death


Just Realize What I Just Realized by  literaryoblivion

He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…

WORDS: 2529

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: a lil angst, (but mostly fluff)


The Potential Fatality of Assuming by  crossroadswrite

The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.

A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.

(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can’t handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)

WORDS: 2196

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining


****If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by  alisaj

“Thing is, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. “I didn’t sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here.”

That stings. He hadn’t realised how Derek feels about him. They’ve been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

“Well now we can get used to you not being here. You’re a liability, Stilinski. You can’t protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we’ve got more important things to do. You’re out of the pack.”

or

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

WORDS: 33,383

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks


Sour Kush (series) by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done

WORDS: 15,392

RATING: Explict 

WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd 


I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by  yodasyoyo

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her shopping.”

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

WORDS: 16,065

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 4/4

WARNINGS: pining, fake relationships, they’re both idiots. 


Baby You’re Beautiful by  supernaynay

“God you’re beautiful.”

Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.

WORDS: 1089

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek is hit with a truth spell


****(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

WORDS: 78,759

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 9/9

WARNINGS: violence, slow build


Cause I Built a Home (For You, For Me) by  noneedforhystereks

Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles

Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.

Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.

WORDS: 59,719

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 15/15

WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage. 


Waiting For Our Superman by  tearsandholdme

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

WORDS: 95,240

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 22/22

WARNINGS: angst, mpreg, emotional hurt, overprotective derek


Adding You to My Future by  NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS: 42,252

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS:9/9

WARNINGS: violence, like, lots of violence, slow build, gore, emotional comfort, bamf stiles


Stars Plummet: a Christmas Story by  Peckishdragon

When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.

WORDS: 11,589

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 6/6

WARNINGS: a lil violence, like a tiny bit, 


All They Have by  Nival_Vixen

Single dads AU where Derek and Stiles meet because Derek’s daughter and Stiles’ trans son become friends at school.

WORDS: 4004

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: trans child, which leads to ignorant adults being ugly fucks, protective derek 


love comes in all shapes and sizes by  trilliastra

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

WORDS: 2207

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: kate argent


When You Wish Upon a Dragon by  lupinus

Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods.
Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid. 

or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma 

WORDS: 13,739

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none, but so much fluff


****Lucky That I’m Yours Every Day by  stilinskisparkles

Derek doesn’t see how Valentine’s Day can get any better than a normal day with Stiles.

WORDS: 6772

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: fluff. just. all the fluff. its disgusting how fluffy it is really.


Relationship Status: It’s Complicated by  kellifer_fic

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

WORDS: 4010

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNING: mentioned stiles/omc 


***************Shot Through The Heart by  LunaCanisLupus_22

All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.

Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.

Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.

WORDS: 64,833

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 12/12

WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much


will to follow through by  owlpostagain

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

WORDS: 42,411

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 2/2

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of violence, 


Professor D. Hale (series) by  har1ey_quinn


A series of outsider POVs on Professor Hale and his significant other (with some guest appearances from the pack)

WORKS: 7

COMPLETE: possibly

WORDS: 18,008

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none


go on without me!!!! (or the one where stiles is cursed by witches and overreacts to everything) by  day

Stiles is cursed by witches and he can’t react like a normal human being.
Scott is a terrible best friend and can’t stop laughing.
Derek just wants it all to be over.

WORDS: 1396

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: crack


******For My Next Trick, I’ll Regret All of My Life Choices: a performance by Derek Hale and 80% of his eyebrows by  crossroadswrite

(978): I woke up missing my shoes and my left eyebrow. MY. EYEBROW.
.
“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?”

Kira gives him a sympathetic look, and climbs up to sit next to him, “You kind of… don’t have one.”

“I what!” he shouts, wincing at the volume of his own voice.

Kira pats him on the shoulder and shoves a piece of toast in his hand.

“It’s not that bad,” she tries to console him with a smile, then glances up at his left eyebrow and winces, “It could definitely be worse. It’s not all gone. Just. Half of it.”

Derek considers crying into his orange juice but decides that would be a waste and because his mother taught him how to be a good guest he opts to drink it instead.

WORDS: 2566

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none buT THIS FIC IS AN ALL TIME FAV, THE FUCKING SQUIRRELS VIKING BURIAL GETs ME EVERYTIME, AND BATMAN OH MY

Were You Try to Piss Me Off?

Pairing:  Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader (Female)

Summary:   Sam and the Reader have been dancing around a kink they both share, so the reader pisses him off to see that side of him again.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Language (probably say the f word like 200 times.) LOTS OF SMUT, OH MY CHUCK! Like a dom/sub relationship, fingering, oral (male receiving), sex, Angry!Sam. LIKE THIS IS SO DIRTY LOOK AWAY.

A/N: This is soooooo dirty. I was given a prompt and I don’t even know where I went with it. I’m so sorry. ANYWAY, this is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Dialogue Challenge, and my prompt was: “Oh so you think I’m cute when I get angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to get gorgeous!” 

A/N 2: ALSO BIG BIG BIG SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @highonpastries without her encouragement I honestly would never have posted this work of trash, so make sure you send her love!

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Lucky

Request: Shawn just came back from tour, and saying he was clingy would be an understatement.


The hum of the fan had slowly woken you up, sunlight shining through your eyelids. You desperately wanted to drift back to sleep, but the drowsiness never came back.

Giving up, you opened your eyes, letting the light in. When Shawn came into view, a dazed smile found its way onto his face. “Good morning.”

His rough morning voice and half lidded eyes instantly made your heart beat faster. It honestly didn’t matter how long you’ve been dating, the two of you still had an effect on each other.

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EXO; Cuddling

These boys are turning me into even more of a hopeless romantic;;;;


C H A N Y E O L

Despite being the happy virus, I can see Chanyeol taking a rather romantic approach to this. He likes cuddling with you, where you can see each other eye-to-eye. He feels blessed to have met someone like you and likes waking up to the sight of you in his arms, especially if the day prior was particularly hard and exhausting. Seeing you so close to him almost makes him feel energised again.

Y I X I N G

Absolute sweetheart. He has his face tucked into your neck. BUTTERFLY KISSES. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Pulls you in for gentle kisses. Loves when you lean your head up against his. He loves to rub your tummy, tracing circles there. BIG SPOON ALL THE WAY.

M I N S E O K

I SEE THIS BEAN AS A SMALL SPOON (assuming that the classic cuddling is happening.) Sorry, I had to say it. But this guy has you tucked into his neck as he has an arm wrapped around you. As the eldest and wisest, he knows that he can certainly offer a source of protection and safety. However, this bean can transform into a child in 0.02 seconds and when that happens, the position can fall apart because of all the messing around you two would be doing.

S U H O

As the leader, his motherly instincts sometimes take over. Cuddling with you is no exception. Usually when you two are cuddling, you’re on his chest. Almost like he gets to feel you more since he’s not always with you. This angle is one of the best angles to take cute pictures of you, pictures that he’d look at daily when he’s on tour.

B A E K H Y U N

Cuddles with this guy is like a convoluted mess. Your legs are intertwined but not in the romantic way that you’d expect. Like it’s like your legs are literally tangled. Maybe that is intentional on his part so he gets to hold you longer. I can imagine him attempting to tickle you too and telling you jokes. You wonder how you can put up with this at times but you love these moments almost as much as him and he’s the same.

C H E N

If you thought Baekhyun was bad, Chen is at least twice as worse. You don’t even know why you bother with him when you try to be romantic because he just takes the piss/ruins the moment. But he is still sweet nevertheless. When you two are cuddling, properly, he’s always humming. He knows how much you love it when he sings just to you and he would hum something from their album or a different song. His hands usually wrapped around your stomach, him being the big spoon.

J O N G I N

This bean aches for your touch. All the time like whenever you’re gone, it’s like one took candy from a baby. Cuddles you all the time. The most inappropriate of times too, usually. When you’re baking/cooking? His arms will be wrapped around you as you place the tray in the oven. After a shower? Of course! Reaching for the milk in the dairy aisle? Puts an arm around you as he gets the milk for you. Of course, he is a big spoon. He is very romantic and needy in general. Protect this boy.

S E H U N

This guy acts like he’s not into cuddling and pretends to hate but really, after a long, tiring day of work, it’s one of his favourite things in the world. I can see him putting on a ‘don’t touch me, I’m tired’ front, but would naturally settle into your loving embrace. Likes to be the smaller spoon more than the big spoon. You two would pull funny faces at each other, enjoying each other’s company. Because that was all you two needed; neither of you needed to talk or you both could be on your phones, but that’s okay - just being with him is enough for the two of you.

D O

He would be the same as Sehun, but a little bit more 'warmer.’ Like when he thinks you’re asleep, he would then wrap an arm around you and pull you close to his chest, inhaling your scent. He’d nestle into your hair, so to speak. Sometimes if he’s not in the mood for cuddling for whatever reason, he’ll have your hand in his, held up to his heart, almost like he’s sealing an oath to keep you safe until morning.

anonymous asked:

Ok but do Canadians actually have bagged milk or...?

my friend

my brethren

my dude

let me tell u a story 

picture this: it’s the middle of december in 2001. this is my first winter in Canada and there’s snow everywhere lining the sidewalks, on top of roofs, houses, cars. on the streets the snow has turned into gross wet, grey slush. i’m holed up at home 

its a hellish -15 degrees celcius outside (for all ur americans thats really cold. really really cold) but my mom insists we go grocery shopping cause we have no food left in the house 

so we go. i wear my 5 layers of clothing and drag my freezing young ass to Food Basics. we go to the dairy aisle. 

“mom are we getting milk?” i ask

“yeah pick one up,” my mom tells me

I grab a large plastic bag filled with 3 smaller bags of milk

“what…” i whisper to myself, wondering what on earth this is. is this what white people do to their milk? i wonder to myself

“mom what is this?” i ask in amazement. 

“bagged milk,” answers my mom, taking it from my hand and putting it into our cart. “we must live like them now, minnie. we must conform. we must drink…bagged milk.”

Request from @sugarandedge: Okay because I’m thirsty AF for Jack and just fell into hole reading about celebrity PR relationships. Any way I was wondering if you could write something about you and Jack not really liking each other at first and being put in a PR relationship because of the film and yeah you can take it from there and end it however you want.

A/N: This is probably too long but was just having so much fun writing it I’ve spent like all afternoon on it. Christ. Anyways, hope you like it. Also I’m so sorry about all the fucking cheese jokes.


“You’ve got to be joking,” you spluttered, incredulous.

You were sat opposite your publicist in a quiet coffee shop, having just been told that the powers-that-be on the film you had just finished wanted you to pretend to be in a relationship with your co-star, Jack Lowden.

“Look, you wouldn’t have to do much,” your publicist, Brenda, said timidly, “Just been seen out together a couple of times, you know, walking, holding hands, that kind of thing. Go to the premier together, maybe share a kiss…”

“A kiss? No way.” You sat back in your chair, arms folded across your chest.

It wasn’t kissing him that you were opposed to, having kissed him in the film – it would be just like acting – it was the whole idea that you hated. You and jack hadn’t exactly seen eye-to-eye during the filming process, constantly bickering. He was a smug little Scottish prick, all suave moves and cheesy lines. You’d roll your eyes and make some comment about how his big chat was likely compensating for something. You couldn’t stand the guy; his self-satisfied little smirk, those arrogantly deep dimples, his eyes so blue that frankly you found them ostentatious. Granted, he was good-looking, but he knew it and that got on your wick no end. You knew if you had to pretend to be in a relationship with him you would never hear the end of it from him. He would forever think he had the upper hand.

“I won’t do it,” you said finitely.

“Okay, so we can veto the kiss but-”

“No. I won’t do any of it. You know I can’t stand the guy,” you pleaded.

“I don’t understand it, Y/N. everyone else loves him. He’s funny and friendly and actually very sweet. And you two have such chemistry, anyone would think that your on-screen romance didn’t require much acting.”

You snorted; the thought of being genuinely attracted to him was so ridiculous to you. Well, you did find him attractive, but you know, he was an arse. You weren’t attracted to him. You weren’t.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on, Y/N, please do it. Just a couple of pictures for the press, you’ll only have to see him a few times.” Breda put her best puppy dog eyes on and you knew you were trapped.

“Do I have a choice?”

She shook her head guiltily.

You huffed, “Fine.”

“Well, this is fun,” Jack said sarcastically as you walked side by side down the street. You rolled your eyes, thankfully concealed behind sunglasses.

“Should we hold hands?” he mocked, faintly stroking your hand with his pinkie, your skin brushing together for just a moment. You had to refrain from snapping your hand away from him.

“Oh, don’ look so miserable, we’re supposed te be in love!” He was so breezy about the whole situation, seeming fine with being used like a pawn, it made you resent him a little more. You plastered a smile on your face as you went into a supermarket, acutely aware of cameras following you around. You tried to act natural and happy, laughing at Jack’s crappy jokes and occasionally touching his arm.

Acting. It’s just acting. Deep breaths, be professional.

“Hey hey,” Jack said excitedly as you entered the dairy aisle, “How do ye like a cheese joke? Which cheese do ye use to lure a bear out o’ its cave?”

You sighed, “Camembert. Everyone knows that one.”

“Okay, what did the cheese say when it looked in the mirror?”

“Halloumi. Very droll,” you said sarcastically.

“Ye think ye can do any better?” he grinned.

You hummed, not wanting to indulge him, before giving in. “Which cheese do you use to hide a horse?”

“Mascarpone. Yer gonnnae have to do better than that.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile. “Okay, what is a cheese-lover’s favourite type of music?”

He shrugged, and you smirked, “R ‘n’ Brie”.

He laughed earnestly. “Okee, that’s pretty good. But who is a cheese-lover’s favourite composer?”

“Who?”

“Mozart-rella.”

You chuckled, “Did you just come up with that one?”

He shrugged in faux humility, “It just came te me.”

“Well, it was a bit of a stretch, but it was pretty gouda.”

A laugh burst out of him, “Oh wow, I dinnae see that one coming.”

“Sorry, that wasn’t very mature of me,” you said with a wink. Smiling, he shook his head, “I think ye win, I cannae compete with that.”

You inclined your head and sauntered into the next aisle. He jogged after you, still chuckling.

He came back to your flat with you, to complete the illusion, and helped you put the shopping away. You were sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, as Jack stood at the window, peeking out to see if the paparazzi had gone yet.

“Nah, there’s a couple still lingering.”

You took a sip, “I guess you can stick around for a bit then.”

He pursed his lips, suddenly uncomfortable, all his earlier jubilance dissolved.

“Might be here a while, it dinnae look like they’re plannin’ on leavin’ any time soon. One guy’s go’ a camping chair out.”

You scoffed dejectedly, “Best make yourself at home then.”

You suggested you put a film on after the uncomfortable silence became too palpable.

You sat on the same sofa, not touching but sharing a blanket. A couple of times you felt him looking at you, but you ignored it, along with the butterflies that seemed to be fluttering in your stomach under his gaze.

When the movie finished, Jack got up to check the window again. “Still there,” he sighed.

“How are you so okay with this?” you blurted out, the question all of a sudden too much to retain.

He looked at you, startled. You eyed the carpet, unable to meet his gaze.

“With what?”

“You know, this whole fake relationship thing,” you said, more to the carpet than him.

“I’m no’.”

You looked up at him in confusion, “But this morning, you seemed so… unfazed. It was almost like you were happy about it.”

He shook his head, a slight smile pulling sadly at his mouth. You stared for a moment, noting the shape of his lips for the first time, and the way his tongue darted out to wet them.

“Acting, love.”

You had felt yourself, somewhat against your will, warming to him, but with those two words your body went cold.

“Oh,” you breathed. You couldn’t understand why that seemed to hurt you so much. His eyes went wide with worry as he came to sit beside you again. “I didnae mean… It’s no’ you, I just,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’ like being used like this, any more than you do. I feel like I have no control over my life anymore. Don’ get me wrong, I love my job, but I hate all the politics that go with it.” He sat back, sighing gloomily. “A dinnae ken. I guess I just wanted te make the best of a bad situation.”

You shuffled a little closer to him.

You stood on your doorstep, seeing Jack out. He hugged you and whispered, “I’m gonnae give ye a peck on the cheek, if ye don’ mind. Fer the cameras, ye know.”

You nodded into his shoulder, signalling your understanding, and he pulled away to place a tender kiss on your cheek. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin rather too much. He said goodbye and disappeared down the street with a final wave. You took a deep breath and shuddered after closing the door. Tears involuntarily welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t understand why. You refused to let them fall.

— 

You opened the car door and were hit by the roar of screaming fans, at the premiere of your new film. You had been told to walk the carpet with Jack, even though he had arrived first, and act like a couple. However, you were under strict instructions to never explicitly say you were in a relationship, just coyly dodge questions and bat your eyelids. Jack appeared before you, in a dapper three-piece suit, looking more charming and handsome than you had ever seen him. He offered his hand to help you out of the car. You took it gratefully, and let him steady you. He stopped a moment, taking in the sight of you in an elegant black dress draped loosely over your shapely frame. He appeared to take a deep breath, before taking your arm in his and leading you down the carpet. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “You look amazing, Y/N.”

The way his lips brushed against you made you shudder, and you felt a tug in your chest. You hadn’t seen him in the weeks since your staged shopping trip, and you’d tried to forget how vulnerable he had made you feel.

“You don’t have to keep up the façade when only I can hear what you’re saying,” you retorted, half joking but half bitter at these new reactions to this man that you had thought you didn’t like.

‘Maybe I’m going method,” he smirked. “Or maybe I just wanted to tell you what I was thinking.”

You felt your face get hot, and you didn’t know whether to smile or frown.

The whole event passed in a whirlwind of questions, mostly about your alleged relationship with Jack. Usually calm and composed, you felt flustered, distracted, so Jack did most of the talking. You couldn’t stop yourself from gazing at the way his jaw moved when he spoke, how his dimples played hide and seek. You were mesmerised by him.

“There have been some rumours that this isn’t a genuine relationship, just staged for publicity, given that you’ve only been seen together the once.” One interviewer said, rather forwardly. She showed you a picture of the two of you embracing in your doorway, capturing that moment when he told you he was going to kiss your cheek. The photo betrayed you, revealing your glossy eyes and rosy cheeks.

“But it’s hard to argue with this picture, right? I know you’re actors but this looks pretty real to me.” You tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come. You swallowed, but Jack saved you before you could embarrass yourself further.

“We’ve both been really busy with work just lately, ye know, so it’s difficult.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, “Anything to say about this particular image?”

Jack laughed nonchalantly, “No, no. It was just nice to see each other. We really fostered a friendship durin’ the shoot so it was nice to have a good catch up.” What a load of bullshit.

You smiled in agreement, itching to move on.


You posed together for photos, smiling professionally. You stiffened when Jack put his arm around you, and your face fell when one photographer called out for him to kiss you.

Jack turned his face to the screen behind you and muttered, “Are ye alrigh’, love?”

You nodded, your breath a little shaky and not trusting your voice to hold out.

“Look, I know ye hate this, pretending to be with me, but it’ll be over soon.” His eyes met yours for a second and you felt yourself melting into him, “Can you smile just a little?”. The question was so gentle, so concerned, and tinged with sadness.

Your voice was fragile and hushed, but the words sailed across the space between you.  

“It’s not the ‘being with you’ that I don’t like. It’s pretending.”

For an excruciatingly long moment he was silent. The world fell away and all you could see was him; all you could hear was your drumming heartbeat. You searched his eyes for a sign, a hint, of his reaction, to no avail. Until his eyes skipped to your lips, so briefly you might have imagined it. You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, causing you to bite your bottom lip. Your chest heaved in anticipation and apprehension, as a cacophony of thoughts clamoured around in your head, infecting your chest, your hands, your stomach. You felt your skin tingle as Jack traced his fingers down your bare arm, before moving his other hand up to the vulnerable skin of your neck. He brushed the pad of his thumb along your jaw and held you there for a moment. You held your breath as he leant down and touched his lips to yours, the contact so light it could have been raindrops.

“I want ye to be mine,” he whispered, eyes still closed and forehead resting against yours. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You allowed the supressed smile to eclipse your face and muttered, brushing your nose against his, “Then I’m yours.”

anonymous asked:

HIII I LOVE YOUR ACC and i have a headcanon prompt: what's shopping with theo and liam like??

NEVER GO SHOPPING WITH THEM!!!
They have been kicked out of 5 shops and banned from another 4, mason has also been banned from 2 from being unfortunate enough to be with them.
Every single time they shop there’s an argument.
It’s not even that they disagree on what to buy, most of the time they go in knowing exactly what they want (Theo’s a fan of lists, even for clothes, he’ll know how many boxers and tops and what not he wants before hand and get exactly that, nothing more nothing less) he likes them because he’s an ‘in and out’ shopper. He knows where everything is and will grab it and get out as fast as possible. Liam, Liam’s a lurker shopper, like an old lady he’ll look through every item in the shop before going back to what he first saw.
It drives Theo crazy, he’ll send Liam to find some milk and half an hour later will find Liam not even a quarter of the way through the dairy aisle looking at yoghurts Theo KNOWS he won’t buy as if it’s a life or death choice.
They’ve thrown more than few items at eachothers heads.
Everyone point blank refuses to go shopping with them, most have even suggested they stop ever stepping foot into a shop together because of the mayhem it causes but neither takes that advice. For some reason unbeknownst to everyone in beacon hills the two actually enjoy shopping together even though they’re both ready to ring the others neck by the second aisle they’ll leave with smiles.

“I thought this was just a one-night stand and now we’re married”//simon minter

request:  47 with Simon please!! Xx

this is another one for the drabble challenge, hope you like it xo


The sun lit up your bedroom on the early Monday morning as you lay on your newly-wedded husband’s chest, tracing shapes across his stomach with your fingers. "What are you thinking about?“ You were the first to speak, practically hearing Simon’s mind going at a million miles a minute. 

“Us,” he replied, “about how I thought this was just a one-night stand and now we’re married." 

You hummed thoughtfully, an amused smile dancing on your lips as you thought about when you ran into him the day after the two of you had slept together.


4 years earlier

A frustrated groan left your lips as you angrily searched the Tesco shelves for your one and only hangover cure; strawberry milk. However, there seemed to be none left, despite the shop being stocked with them the morning before. 

Just as you were about to leave, you spotted an unattended trolley a few feet away from you, completely full up cartons of strawberry milk. In your desperate state, you had no choice but to take a few from the trolley.

The world didn’t seem to be on your side that day because as soon as you grabbed two cartons, the owner of the trolley came around the corner and caught you red handed.

"Are you actually stealing my strawberry milk?”

You practically snapped your neck to look up at him and you almost cried due to the absolute lack of luck you had. The owner one the trolley was the guy you had kicked out of your flat only hours before after you woke up next to him. You recalled his name to be Simon and you met him through mutual friends the night before. 

“Fucking hell,” Simon laughed as you guiltily placed the milks back, “first you kick me out of your house before I can even open my eyes and now you’re stealing my milk. What next? Do you want to steal my credit card? Or maybe even my car?”

You watched with a straight face as Simon cracked up at his own joke, “you’re very dramatic.”

He shrugged with a grin and the two of you fell into silence a you stared each other out in the middle of the Tesco dairy aisle. "Why were you stealing the milk?”

“Why do you have so much milk?” You shot back.

He narrowed his eyes at you in a child like manner before finally saying, “if you must know; I have the hangover from hell.”

“So do I." 

Simon raised his eyebrows at your words before a smirk appeared on his face. "Well,” he said, grabbing the trolley. “Why don’t we go back to my place and share the strawberry milk?”

You couldn’t fight the smile from your lips as you agreed to his suggestion. Little did you know, the cheeky blonde who you drunkenly slept with was going to be your husband.


“The universe works in mysterious ways,” Simon said thoughtfully as he grabbed your hand in his and laces your fingers together. 

“It certainly does.”

Klaine one-shot - “A Cheesy Proposal” (Rated PG)

Kurt and Blaine are shopping for cheese for their first ever official dinner party in their brand new apartment, when something unexpected happens in the middle of the dairy aisle that not only changes their party plans, but their lives. (1383 words)

Just fluff. Inspired by the post http://ship-to-w-r-e-c-k.tumblr.com/post/164380618454 and assumes that Blaine moves to New York to live in the loft with Kurt after he graduates from high school, but that his proposal at Dalton or his relationship with Karofsky never happened.

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“So, we have cheddar …”

“Check.”

“Monterey jack.”

“Check.”

Pepper jack.”

“Check,” Blaine answers, moving food items from one end of the shopping cart to the other as Kurt names them off his mental shopping list.

“Blue, goat, and gouda.”

“Check, check, and check.”

“Great. All we need is brie and crackers, and we’re all set.”

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The Maid | Part 5

Summary: You just got a job as a maid for seven boys. You were confused as to why seven boys couldn’t clean up after themselves but you disregarded it and took the job anyway.

chapter details: smut while been waiting for you lil horny creatures kljglkdgjglgd

Part 5: Only Taste You’ll Get… For Now (2)

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Cupcakes && Secrets

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

 Warnings: Light swearing


Originally posted by dailyevanstan


“You’ve never had a Red Velvet Cupcake, America!?” Shock was registering on the many faces around the kitchen island.

“I was in Tony’s words a ‘Capsicle’ for 70 years” There was a slight chuckle in his voice. “I haven’t caught up on everything I’ve missed out on.”

“Did they have cupcakes in stone age grandpa?” Tony smirked.

Everyone chuckles and Steve shakes his head “Oh it never gets old Stark.” Things were never dull in The Tower, you hadn’t been here long eight months and you could say you were finally feeling like you were home. The team has been welcoming and helpful between training and getting to know you, you felt you were finally becoming a part of their family. As everyone drifted away and wandered into the living room you got a bright idea. Walking around the island and picking up your bag from a chair you looked at Steve who was watching you 

“Come on Cap.” You give him a grin. He smirks at you 

“Where am I going?”

“With me, we’re gonna catch you up on another current trend.” You grab his hand and pull him towards the elevator. Steve was the closest you had to a real best friend, even though he acted like a father when you dropped the F Bomb during missions, he mocks you when he can hear you singing in the shower. Which you will never live down for Stark being a Billionaire why can’t he build thicker walls in The Tower. He was always around when you needed a laugh, or to take a good punch at something.  As you step off the elevator and cross the marble floor you see the women react to Steve’s presence in the room, you can clearly see them staring and checking him out. He was a large and gorgeous specimen of science creation. As we hit the glass doors you had to stifle a giggle. Steve looks down at you as he opens the door for you, ever the gentleman as always.

“Something funny (Y/N)” He raises an eyebrow as you stroll past him and onto the sidewalk in the direction of your destination.

“Oh no America just thinking.” You say brushing your (Y/H/C) hair out of your face as the wind blows it around as you watch your feet hit the sidewalk you couldn’t help the smile you could feel creeping into your cheeks.

“Not going to let me in on that thought?” He’s in stride with you, his bicep brushing against your shoulder as you both make your way on the crowded New York streets.

“You really are from the stone age aren’t you Cap?” You look up at him and grin.

“Steve (Y/N), you never use my name. I’m not from the Stone age, the 40’s weren’t the dark ages.”  He says as he pulls you lightly by the upper arm out of the way of a biker cutting the path.

“I was joking Steve…” You paused you had never called him by his first name if rolled off your tongue in a strange way like you wanted to say it more. You shake your head of the thought. “You don’t see what you are now, post serum. The way people react to you when you walk into a room. Specially women.” You smile, and point for Steve to head into the local market.

“Women? I guess I’m still not use to being…” He looks down and looks at you. “This Steve. I was smaller than you, I’m use to going unnoticed unless in my suit.” He pulls the door open for you and waits for you to walk in. “A market? I hate to break it to you (Y/N), we had these in the 40’s” he says in a lower voice as to not draw attention to our, surely weird to other people, conversation. You roll your eyes and hand him a brightly colored blue basket. 

“Smart ass, we’re here for supplies.”

“Language (Y/N)” he sighs and follows behind you. “Supplies? Does this have to do with those things you were talking about in The Tower?” as he follows you down the baking aisle. You are rolling your eyes knowing full well he can’t see you do it, should have seen the ‘Language’ coming as the words slipped out of your mouth. 

“Yes and those things are called heaven in a paper cup.” You turn to add a few things into the basket, flour, powder sugar, you were checking off things from a mental list in your head. “Next aisle.” And Steve follows in response.

“(Y/N) let me asking you something.” He spoke quietly. You don’t say anything just look up at him as you stand in front of the dairy cooler. He has the most amazing blue eyes, and you found yourself seeing what you were sure other women saw in him and stopped to admire. “You never talk about it.” He says more to the butter and eggs than you. “Fury never released your file, Stark says you’re not in the database. I was just curious why you don’t talk about where you come from. About what you can do.” He’s not really talking to you as he is the items in your basket.

That numb feeling waved over you, the same question you knew everyone in The Tower had been whispering about for months. Only Tony bold enough to ask it out loud, and telling him you would tell if he could beat you in a training match without his suit, after making him tap out nobody bother to ask again. Knowing they all still wondered about the small mutation you had. You were looking up at Captain America, it still felt like a dream some days being a part of this life, having a science experiment as your closest friend. “I need milk.” It was the only thing that you could make come out of your mouth. Steve smirked nodding.

“Is that all? Do we have everything?” You nodded and started off for the milk. You walk up to the self-check outs and Steve has a look of confusion of his face. 

“Steve? You okay” you say with a small chuckle.

“This, this is new to me.” He looks at the machine like he’s never seen an alien race try to take over NYC he watches you with serious concentration as you scanned your items and laid them onto the belt.

“Steve have you not been to a grocery store since,” you drop your voice “unfreezing?” you look at him with some confusion yourself.

“Well,” his forehead crinkles as he watches you scan the last few items. “normally F.R.I.D.A.Y makes sure I have everything I need I mean I haven’t had much reason till now.” He looks at you and gives a smile. “guess this is a new trend I’m learning today too?” You smile at him as you slip money into the slot and wait for your change. 

“Do you ever leave The Tower aside from missions?” your put your change into your bag as Steve picks up the bags and ushers you out into the wind once again.

“I leave. Just to normal places.” He says as you make your way back towards home.

“I think we should start calling you The Hunchback of the Tower.” You giggle and look at Steve.

“The Hunchback of the Tower?” he asks looking at you with un-surety.

“Steve please, please tell me you have seen the Disney movie The Hunchback of Norte dome” You could feel your eyes getting wide as you stared at him in shock.

“I think it’s on the list.” He smirks and continues walking.

“Seriously????? Wow you’re so out of date.” You shake your head and give a small laugh.

“So I hear.” You both get quiet and you know he’s thinking about the question he asked in the store the one you dropped and tried to leave there in the dairy aisle. You know Steve wouldn’t judge you, but you also weren’t sure you wouldn’t hurt him if you used it. Banner says you’re getting better, he was the only one that knew and that was an accident. After he understood why you hadn’t told the team, he offered to help you learn to control it, to run some test to give you a better understanding. Funny running tests is how you got into this situation in the first place, but you trusted Banner as he knew what it was like to be an experiment gone wrong.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry.” Steve said as you were in the elevator alone, he was looking at the doors.

“What? Why?” You looked slightly panicked as you’re pulled from your thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not our business. At first we didn’t trust it or you, all of us have pasts we just don’t understand why you won’t share yours. Nat says you’ll share when you are ready.” He’s helping you pull your baking items out of the bags.

“Steve?” You ask.

“(Y/N).” he looks at you, when he realizes what you’re doing and takes three quick strides to you taking the big mixing bowl from you, and setting them of the counter.

“Thanks.” you grin at him as he turns back to you, it was funny looking down at him from your place on the counter tops where you had crawled to grab the bowls. He places his giant hands out in the case you become ungraceful and take a fall. “Catch me?” You didn’t leave him a chance to respond as you took a hop off the counter knowing full well he would catch you in a heartbeat. Before you knew it he was pulling you in close as you sank into his arms, damn he was huge, well built. Soft for a built soldier, it wasn’t like being caught by a statue. He set you on your feet in front of the island with a chuckle.

“Always the dare devil (Y/N).” His smiled cut off any chance him trying to sound stern.You grin up at him, 

“Wanna help?” you pull out measuring cups and beaters.

“You wouldn’t mind showing me how to make ‘Heaven in a paper cup’” he asks as he twirls the cupcake cups across the counter.

“Only if you wear a pretty apron with me?” you slap a hand over your mouth to hide the smile you know is there. Steve eyes you, and looks at the aprons hanging on the way by the cupboards. He saunters over to the wall and picks up a red apron that is probably the least girly hanging there. 

“These better be worth this.” He says as he ties the apron around his waist. Oh this was gonna be so fun, America in an apron and red velvet cupcakes things just couldn’t get better. Steve was horrible at baking rescues thousands of civilians doesn’t understand measuring flour. He scratched his forehead at some point and has flour smeared across his flawless skin. 

You kept thinking about him wanting to know about your secret. The mutation. You knew he would be the one person who wouldn’t think you were a freak, though you were sure none of the team would think that. Your history with people finding out was never a good thing, it never went over well. Letting Steve try the frosting for the cupcakes and you enjoyed watching his reaction, this is the one thing you were good at baking. It was your happy place. No worries. No mutation. No judging. Just tasty treats you’d work off the next day.

“Steve…” You looked down at the bowl and played with the spoon.

“Y/N)?” He was still licking his fingers to get the frosting off. You giggled, boys were so typical. 

“I wanna tell you something.” You looked up at him seeing the flour and the frosting made you giggle again.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.” He wipes his hand on the apron, it does no good. You decide to give it a try, slow, easy… focus. There was a wet paper towel next to the sink from when you had to remove the red food coloring from Steve’s face. You give it a small thought, thought about it being in your hand. As it twitched you saw Steve in the corner of your vision still struggling with the frosting in between his fingers. You smirked and focused on the paper towel, suddenly it was gone. You could feel the cold wet paper towel in your hand before you looked down to see it. You looked up at Steve who had noticed the paper towel suddenly appear.

“(Y/N), where did that come from?” He asks looking back at the sink to your hand. You stand up and reach up the paper towel to his forehead 

“I moved it.” As you wipe the flour away from his skin. You moved to his hands.

“(Y/N) how? You didn’t get up and grab it though.” You can feel his eyes on you, but you focus on wiping the frosting off his hands, not meeting his gaze. “Are you like Wanda?” He finally asks as you sit back down on the island.

“I’m not like Wanda.” You say as you spread frosting on the brightly colored cupcakes. What you would give to be like Wanda, she knows what she is, what she can do. To have control, at least more control than I do. “What I can do, I can’t explain.” You continue to frost cupcakes, as you go you lose yourself in the rhythm you feel at ease.

“(Y/N) ummm…” Steve sounds off beat. You look up to see cupcakes twirling around you about a foot off the counter top. 

“Fuck. Sorry.” You focus to put the cupcakes back down without smashing them. As they slowly lower back to the counter you can feel Steve shift and it makes your muscles tense up, and one cupcake flips and smashes into the counter top.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Steve is closer to you.

“It’s okay. Not the worst thing I’ve done.” You say as you brush cupcake crumbs off your shirt. Looking at Steve you can see a burning question he is trying to figure out how to ask. “You wanna know how.” You say crossing your legs and turning towards him.

“Not if you don’t want to talk about it.” He says as he tries to not be shocked you knew what he was thinking.

“I’m like you, science experiment.” You say as you pick up a cupcake and inspect it.

“You choose to be like this?”

“No, it’s a mutation. I choose to have some testing done and try an experimental drug. Than one day…” you wave your hand in a small jester and the coffee pot was suddenly in front of Steve.

“(Y/N) why didn’t you tell anyone I mean Banner, Wanda, Pietro, all the things we’ve seen.” He looked around his forehead creasing.

“I’ve never been accepted for what I can do, I’ve hurt people with what I can do, and not by choice.” You frown and you think back. Behind the both of you hear someone clear their throat. You turn fear creeping in. When you lay eyes on the dark figure dressed in his typical black from head to toe.

“Fury.” Your mouth goes dry. Damn.

“Well it looks like Rogers is all up to date (Y/L/N) good.” He has made his way to the island and picks up a cupcake. “You even made cupcakes. Red Velvet, my favorite.” He tills the cupcake in your direction and winks at you. You and Steve exchange a glance. Fury turns to walk away, when he suddenly says “Time to fill the rest of the team in, Meeting Room in 5. You’re going on a mission.”

“oh crap.” You drop your head to your hands and shake your head. This is not how you planned to expose your secret, maybe you could bribe them with cupcakes. You gather the plate of cupcakes and turn to Steve “Think these are good enough to keep them from hating me?” Steve laughs and grabs the other plate,

 “I doubt they’ll hate you. Just tell them while their mouths are full.” At least with Steve understanding this won’t be so hard facing everyone else.

Untitled Modern!Javid AU (P.1)

If there was one thing Davey hated more than anything, it was grocery shopping. He knew it was necessary, he had to get food for him and his brother somehow, but it was just tiring. It was a fifteen minute drive to the nearest supermarket from his apartment, and Les always insisted on being in control of the radio, which led to him constantly flipping through the channels until they got there. It didn’t help that the channel Les seemed to settle on the most was the country station, which just so happened to be the station he was on at the moment.

Davey glared at the winding road as Les hummed the song on the radio, assumedly something by… Luke Bryan? He didn’t really know, and didn’t really care. He just wanted to get to the store already. Sighing, Davey looked over to Les for a split second. “Hey, Les, could you change the station, please?” he asked. Les scratched his chin, humming in fake concentration, before responding. “Nah.” he said, smiling at his older brother. Davey groaned and hit his head off of the steering wheel, causing his younger brother to laugh. Just then, a thought popped into his head. “If you change the channel, I’ll buy pizza for dinner.” Les grinned widely and switched the channel - to another country channel. “Are you kidding me?” Davey yelled in exasperation. Les laughed again. “I’m kidding, Davey. What station you want it on?” he asked. “Anything other than country, please.” Les nodded, changing the channel yet again. This time, he changed it to the old rock station that Davey was fond of. Davey smiled and relaxed a bit. “Thanks, buddy.”

“No problem.” said Les, reclining in his seat. After a brief period of well-welcomed silence, he continued. “Still owe me that pizza, though.” Davey chuckled. “A’ight, kiddo. I know.” Within a minute’s time, the two siblings arrived at the supermarket. Les grinned and hopped out of the car and ran over to Davey’s side of the car. He grabbed his hand as he got out of the car and tugged him towards the door. “C’mon, Davey, let’s go! Time’s a-wasting!” Davey laughed. “Is it? Last I checked, we had the whole day off.” Les pouted. “Just because we have the day off, doesn’t mean we don’t have other things to do.” Davey raised his eyebrow, grabbing a cart. “What do we have to do?” he asked. Les hopped on the front of the cart before answering. “I have the whole day planned out! First, we’re gonna go shopping, then we’re gonna go to the park, then we’re gonna go back home, and then we’re gonna watch some Disney movies.” he finished.

Davey grabbed a jar of peanut butter off of the shelf, chucking it into the cart. He scanned his list for the next item they needed to get, and started heading in the direction of the drinks. “Disney movies, huh?” Les nodded. “Why can’t we watch something I pick this time?” Davey started. “You chose last time, it’s my turn today.” Les shook his head. “Did not.” Davey glared. “Did too.” “Did not.” “Did too.” “Did too.” “Did not.” “Fine, you’re right, Davey. I did not choose last time.” Davey grinned, before realizing his mistake. “Hey, that’s not fair, you tricked me!” Les laughed. “Yeah, but you were the one dumb enough to fall for it.” Davey huffed, checking the list again. “Okay, so we have to buy you some new shoes. Your old ones are getting a bit worn out.” Les looked down at his shoes. “I don’t see anything wrong with them.” Davey peeked around the cart and started at his brother incredulously. “Les, they’re falling apart at the seams.”

Les frowned. “But I like my shoes.” Davey sighed. “Then we can find another pair that looks just like ‘em, a’ight?” Les nodded. The two of them walked over to the shoe section in a peaceful silence. Les hopped off the cart and searched the aisles, looking for some sneakers. Davey stood by the cart, humming softly. Pulling out his list, he checked it over once again. “Aw darn, I forgot to grab milk.” he said. “Hey, Les. I’m gonna go and get some milk and I’ll be right back, okay?” From around the corner, he heard a muffled okay! “Stay right there until I get back.” Davey said before heading in the direction of the dairy aisle. He grabbed a gallon of milk for himself and a gallon of chocolate milk for his brother before heading back to where he left Les. “Hey, did you find a pair you liked?” He asked, waiting for his brother to respond. After a few seconds with no response, Davey spoke up again. “Uh, Les? You there?” Silence.

And in that moment, Davey panicked. Les was known for sneaking off while he wasn’t looking, and everytime without fail it takes him at least twenty minutes to find him. I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone, he thought. Davey walked all throughout the shoe aisles, making sure Les wasn’t just hiding on him. Maybe he went to the… Toy aisle? Nope. Garden section? No. Sport section? Not there, either. For all he knew, Les could be on the other side of the store. Or he could be outside. Or with a stranger. Or being kidnapped. Or, y’know, just in the bathroom. Now Davey was really panicking. Ever since he was little, Les has been glued to Davey’s side. When he finally moved out of his parents home, Les came with him. It was up to him to make sure nothing happened to his little brother, and if he couldn’t keep an eye on him? Well, what kind of a brother was he?
Just as it was reaching the fifteen minute mark, Davey rounded a corner and saw Les - talking to a stranger. Davey glared, but his gaze softened when he saw Les laughing and smiling. He cautiously approached the pair, hoping to not draw too much attention to himself. That, however, did not work, because Les quickly spotted his brother and waved him over. “Hey, Davey! Come meet my new friend.” Les’s ‘friend’ turned and smiled, and Davey felt his stomach flutter. Davey smiled back sheepishly and went to stand next to Les. “So, who’s your friend?” he asked his brother. “His name is- wait, why can’t he introduce himself?” The stranger chuckled, and the sound made Davey’s heart swell. The man ran a hand through his messy brown locks before introducing himself.

“The name’s Jack, Jack Kelly. I take it Les here’s your little brother?” Davey swallowed, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Yeah he is. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. My name’s David Jacobs, but you can call me Davey.” Jack smiled and shook Davey’s hand. “Davey…” he said, mulling the name over. “Sounds nice.” Davey could feel his face heat up, and averted his eyes from Jack’s. “Thanks.” he said, trying to clear his thoughts. “So, how’d you and Les meet?” he asked. Jack looked towards Les and smiled. “I was just kind of walking by when he stopped me and asked what shoes he should pick. I told him he should pick the blue ones, and I asked if he could help me pick out a new bike. We just kinda kept talking after that. If I had known he was waiting for you to come back, though, I wouldn’t have brought him with me to check out bikes.”

“No no, it’s okay! I’m glad you’re the one Les found, and not someone else.” Jack smiled back. “I’m glad I’m the one who found him, too. He’s a good kid.” Les beamed at this, and looked towards me. “Hey, hey, hey Davey. Can Jack come over sometime to hang out? Pleeeease?” he begged. Davey looked between the two, and sighed. “I dunno, buddy. I don’t think we should impose-” Jack interrupted him. “It wouldn’t be imposing at all. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d love to hang out with Les.” Davey looked back to Les, who was busy giving him puppy eyes. With a small sigh, Davey nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Uh, you wanna, I dunno, exchange numbers? That way I can get ahold of you, y’know?” Jack nodded. “Of course. Just let me put my number in your phone, and you can put your number in mine.”

The two handed each other their phones, saving their numbers into their contacts. Jack said his goodbyes to both Les and Davey, saying he’d text Davey later about when he should visit, and giving Les a hug. Davey payed for his groceries and headed back out to the car. Les cleared his throat, trying to get Davey’s attention. “Sooo… You and Jack, huh?” he said, smirking up at his older brother. Davey glared back down at him, before looking away, a faint blush coating his cheeks. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, kid.” Les raised an eyebrow. “I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, Dave. Don’t pretend.” Davey scoffed, climbing into the driver’s seat. Les hopped into the passenger’s seat and turned on the radio. 

As Davey was pulling out of the parking lot, he heard Les whisper under his voice, “You’re welcome.”

so how big a deal is plagiarism in the recipe blog world? like how do you prove you came up with a recipe? “My great grandmother gave me this recipe she wrote down in her journal” “OH YEAH THEN WHY DOES IT LOOK JUST LIKE MINE” “bitch are you calling my nana a thief!” and then they throw down in the dairy aisle 

can you just imagine doing your job, minding your own business, then seeing harry styles loitering in the dairy aisle scouring for his favourite brand of yoghurt looking all cute and shit