dude your face is too much

i just love the concept of stiles not being aware of his own attractiveness like

doesn’t notice immediately how his body has filled out in all the right places when he finally hits the big 18

doesn’t notice derek almost dropping several plates while they do the dishes at a pack meeting and stiles stretching lazily, arms high up in the air, shirt riding up, exposing his happy trail and sharp hipbones

doesn’t notice derek almost having an aneurism when stiles licks ice cream straight off those god damn fingers on a hot summer day

doesn’t notice the wood of the headboard of derek’s bed splintering under his palm when stiles bends over and down to pick up a college book that he dropped off the bed while doing homework at derek’s loft

doesn’t notice the ridiculous pink colour of the tips of derek’s ears when stiles shucks his shirt full of grime and blood in front of him after getting rid of the monster of the week

he does notice derek getting pissier and more irritated with him, avoiding him a little, clipped off answers and avoiding eye contact, bitching at him even more than usual and stiles just yells right back, “what the fuck is your problem lately, dude?!”, slightly hurt; he thought they were past this, and derek can smell doubt and slight fear on him, and that’s the fucking final straw and derek just backs him up against the door of stiles’ room, grabbing stiles’ face in both of his huge palms, snarling “you, you and your god damn– everything! your stupid forearms -and don’t even get me started on those stupid fingers- and your dumb pretty brown eyes and that god damn mouth of yours and y–”, he doesn’t get much further than that though, too busy being mauled by said mouth. 

not that he’s complaining. not anymore.

Dating Jacob Portman would include: 

a/n: wow i’m so bad at these but people give me requests so here it goes

- you would definitely be 10000x shorter than him cause that boi is tall as frick

- wearing his clothes OBVs

- you giving him cute kisses on his nose and cheek 

- he doesn’t like it because it’s his things to do

- you like doing them too much but he gets mad

- when he’s jealous oH LORDIE

- he only watches you from afar with narrowed eyes as another guy flirts with you

- why? because he knows you’ll shoo the guy off, which you did

- after, he pulls you extremely close to him, gripping your sides with a small smirk on his face 

- i mean kissing would be wonderful bc his lips would be so soft, dude

- you two being together would save emma a heartbreak, okay

- everybody would be teasing you two

- his parents would love you, they would treat you like their own daughter

- your parents would be strict, but your dad wouldn’t be the tough one, it would be your mom, i think so :D

- he would of course be very awkward around them

- his hair, his hair, his HAIR would be like a forest for your fingers when making out

- there would be so many pictures of each of you on the other’s phones

- your friends would send you pictures of you together, LOTS of them

- if on social media, you would post something once in a while with jacob and there would be a cute caption

- lots of comments like “gOALS”

- he would be such a virgin, DUDE

- and you too, ofc

- your first time together, and ever, would be awkward and giggly

“oh shit, boobs”

- hickeys, can you hear me, HICKEYS MAN

- and he would smirk when he would see them after

- he would cherish you so much, oh my god

- i want a jacob portman

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‘Merry Christmas!’
'Hey, look – Harry’s got a Weasley jumper, too!’
Fred and George were wearing blue jumpers, one with a large yellow F on it, the other with a large yellow G.


for @reguluslocket

I need an episode where there’s this annoying, but really hot hunter/cop that’s helping the Winchesters with a case. And he immediately takes an interest in Dean, and keeps calling him “Freckles”, which gets Dean all flustered and turns him red like a goddamn tomato. When Sam teases him for it at the end of the day, all Dean says is “shut your face! get in the car!”, and that’s it.

anonymous asked:

can you show us some Brazilian slang?

OH BOY THERE IS LIKE HUNDREDS

but I will show the ones people use the most. If anything I do a part 2

eita: you can use it for everything, it’s like “wow” or similars. “it costs $300″ “EITA”, “Then we kissed” “EITA”

eita porra: eita intensifies “it costs $700″ “EITA PORRA”

ata: it’s like “oh okay” but it evolved to SOMETHING ELSE and you can use anytime you dont know what to say. “you need a 12/10 to finish this subject” “ata” / “My mom died and my cat is sick and my hair is falling off!!” “…ata”

treta: drama, or a clusterfuck. Like I'm so tired of drama = Cansei de tanta treta. (but we love drama)

arrombado: someone annoying or really lucky. “He won the best prize. Arrombado”

tua cara: reminds you of someone, translates to your face. “I just saw a band shirt so cool. Tua cara”

teu cu: your asshole. You know that thing you said about me? Now its about your asshole. “Dude you are so ugly I want to scream and die” “teu cu”

caguei: it translates to basically “I shitted”. Like bullshit, you don’t care. “so then Privilege McWhite kissed Banana CreamCracker” “caguei”

corno: men whose wife cheated on him, insult. “A corno like him can’t talk shit about anyone”

porre: LOTS of alcohol. “Tomei um porre” = “I drank WAY too much” 

safado: someone without morals. “he just go around saying he loves them and then leaves out of nowhere” “Safado!”

nego: it would translate to n*gger, but here it lost basically all the meaning, I dont even know if it had a racist conotation to start. sometimes, you mean “sweatheart” like: “your baby is so cute” “meu nego <3″

cabueta: a tattletale. “he just told the teacher I cheated!” “Cabueta morre cedo” (tattletales die young)

oião: big eyes, someone who envy others often. “I want your dress” “saí daí (get out), oião”

ai dentu: its basically some kind of annoyed “fuck”, like when someone says something stupid, annoying or obviously a lie “I wish Brazil had a president like Trump” “aí dentu” 

quenga: bitch

tribufu: ugly bitch

rapariga: bitch, and a rebelious act against portugal (where rapariga just means girl)

boçal: thinks very highly of themselves, are annoying for that. “She said she doesnt want to ride the bus” “ Ela é muito boçal”

mikailamika  asked:

Hi! could you do friends to lovers for jaehyun too? I really like your aus <333 thank youuu :D

a lot of people asked for him ^^ (im also working on his college au~)
find others: ten | sicheng | mark

  • you actually don’t know jaehyun at first,,,,,but he knows you
  • because you work part-time at this restaurant that he and mark always go to and for some reason,,,,even though they’ve been there like 1354484 times you,,,,,never remember his name
  • you remember mark tho,,,,really well????? and every time he comes in you’re like “canada!! whats up?” and jaehyun is like ???? canada??? they have a nickname for you
  • and mark is like yeah, i have a nickname for them too they’re really cool
  • and jaehyun is like ?!??! because,,,,,,,he wants a nickname too what,,,,i mean no he just wonders how mark got to know you so well
  • and mark explains that its just because he comes here with other members too so you see him more and he’s like “jaehyun,,,i can introduce you if you want?”
  • and jaehyun is like,,,,,,,s-sure,,,,not that i wanT To bE TheIR FrIEND or anything,,,
  • and mark is just like mhmm anyway the next time we go ill do it~
  • mark keeps his promise,,,, the next time they stop by the place for some food you’re like grinning when you see mark,,,high fiving him and giving jaehyun a polite nod
  • and marks like “btw this is jaehyun,,,he comes here a lot but you always mix him up with doyoung and taeyong and taeil so remember him ok??” 
  • and you’re like laughing into your hand and you’re like im sorry jaehyun,,,,i have terrible memory i only remember people by their nicknames
  • and jaehyun quietly mumbles that it’s ok,, and mark is just like “hey! you can call him jeffery. that was his name when he was in america” and you’re like cool!!! jeffery and canada then
  • and jaehyun is like !!! they gave me a nickname
  • mark: actually i-
  • jaehyun: sh
  • but,,,from that day on you keep saying jaehyun’s nickname and he even works up the courage to come without mark and you’re like !!!!! hey jeffrey 
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,oh my god they remember me now
  • you guys get closer too because sometimes he’ll come in and you’ll take a little break to sit and talk and jaehyun tells you embarrassing stories about mark that you later tease him for just a bit,,, or you guys talk about the fact that you both like movies and sports and whatnot
  • jaehyun always asks if you’ll give him the recipe to the restaurants spicy pork and you’re like the owner would kill me so,,,,,no
  • and its nice,,,,,because jaehyun finally feels like he’s your friend the way mark was and mark assumes jaehyun wants to be more than just ur friend
  • but jaehyun is like !!! what???? haha no ive never had a crush in my life
  • and mark is like ok,,,,dude,,,,sure
  • until one day jaehyun comes to eat with mark and you don’t greet them with the usual smile and joke,,,to be honest the look on your face is pure exhaustion and before mark can ask jaehyun takes a hold of your wrist as you set down the water for them and asks,,,concern laced in his voice,,,,about whats going on
  • and you look at him,,, try to muster a smile and say that it’s nothing. work and school have just got too much too handle and you’re only running on 2 hours of sleep
  • when you disappear into the kitchen mark looks at jaehyun and is like “,,,,,hey are you listening?” but jaehyun’s eyes are glued to the kitchen door,,,,,,,waiting for you
  • and mark just chuckles to himself and when you come back out he tells you that he can’t order - he needs to get back home really quickly but that jaehyun will stay
  • confused, both you and jaehyun look at him but mark winks at jaehyun before slinging his bag over his shoulder and waving goodbye
  • and you rub your eyes,,,still tired before asking what jaehyun wants and he orders the usual but he’s also like “do you think you can sit down for a bit,,,you look like you might pass out”
  • and you’re like im fine jeffery,,,it’s all good and you even try to laugh but jaehyun can hear the strain in your voice
  • and when you get his order,,, he notices you almost trip and instinctively gets out of his seat and when you’re about to set down the plate,,,you wobble a bit and it almost slips off the tray but jaehyun catches it
  • and you apologize and jaehyun,,,,cant take it 
  • he calls out to the owner that you’re going to go with him outside
  • the owner makes a face but jaehyun says its urgent - he’ll come back and pay for the food and everything so the owner waves their hands and says that it needs to be quick
  • with jaehyuns arm around your waist he helps you outside and tells you to sit down outside the restaurant while he runs to the grocery nearby to get you some drinks and snacks and you whisper that he shouldn’t have done that,,,
  • tell your boss you needed a break you were fine and for the first time you see jaehyun frown,,,like really frown and he opens the drink for you and is like “here. eat this too, and stop talking nonsense. no one is fine on 2 hours of sleep.”
  • you try to protest but jaehyun is like “drink. eat. dont argue.” and you do it,,,,sighing and getting up because you need to get back to work
  • but jaehyun stops you and he’s like “if you need help, you can lean on me. really.”
  • and you’re like “jef- jaehyun?”
  • and he shyly looks away but after chewing his lip he looks back at you,,,,,and your heart does a little spin because ??? was he always this handsome/??
  • and he goes “mark was right, you know i never just wanted to be a friend to you. i want to be,,,,,,something more,,,,,,,so if that’s ok -”
  • swallowing he pulls you into his arms and against your hair whispers “if that’s ok,,,let me take care of you ok?”
  • the moment is,,,,heart touching and you feel your face flush red,,,but being in his arms is so comfortable
  • it feels,,,,right
  • and you hear your boss open the door and yell for you to come back but jaehyun is like “owner!!! id like to order 7 more sets of the lunch special!!”
  • that gets the owner smiling and they’re like ooo coming right up,,,,7???? that’s like more than a hundred dollars-
  • and you pull away and you’re like ??? jaehyun 7 sets??? can you eat that much
  • and he’s like “i can eat a lot more than you expect, also ill share with the other guys, but um -”
  • he looks around and then suddenly pecks your lips and he’s like 
  • “sorry,,,i wanted to do that before your boss makes you go back in”
  • giggling,,,you touch your lips and you’re like it’s ok ,,,,,,,,, jaehyun
  • and he’s like no more jeffery? and you’re im not gonna call my boyfriend a nickname,,,ill call him jaehyun or,,,,,,do you like my baby more??
  • jaehyun blushing: i,,,um,,,oh,,,, 
She’s Mine

4,500 Followers Drabble

Summary: Jensen becomes jealous when a friend of his wants to ask you out.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Halloween Request: @captainemwinchester


“Come on, Ackles. Stop being a slow poke!” You scold your best friend, he’s deliberately taking his sweet ass time while you both walk through a neighborhood in Austin.

“I’m enjoying the scenery.” Jensen counters with long strides down the sidewalk.

The truth is that Jensen’s actually referring to you, you’ve always been absolute perfection in his eyes. And that’s why he keeps drooling nonstop over how gorgeous you look in your costume.

Your dangerously short sailor dress continues to ride up with every bounce in your step. And the shake of your ass when your heels hit the pavement is driving him fucking mad. He wants nothing more than to ravage you, satisfy you and then claim you as his.

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Dan Keef your Bobbie s (Actor!AU)

(written by: @mayoffnaise❤ )  

“Bro, you’re fuckin’ ripped and I know you know that because all you wear are tight ass v-necks from the ladies section at Forever 21." 

Keith felt a small blush creep up to his cheeks. First because he still couldn’t handle a compliment from Lance let alone anyone else, and second because he hit than nail on the head with Keith’s wardrobe. "It’s not about that though." 

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Well, that’s awkward... - Bucky Barnes x Reader

#2. Locked in a closet. Bucky and you are in a…tight situation (I’m not even sorry for terrible puns YO…ALSO I JUST GOT 500 FOLLOWERS THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU ALL…hope you’ll enjoy this story)  :

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Your face was squeezed against the Winter Soldier’s chest, one of your leg was in between his thighs, the other awkwardly kinda crushed on his side. Your arms were around his shoulders, and you could feel his breath on your hair. Damn that closet was small. 

-How did that fucking happen again ? 

He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t answer. He so rarely speak…You try to get a little bit away from him so you can face him, and end up crashing your lips on his neck instead. Because of your proximity with him, you can hear his heart immediately starting to beat wildly. 

-Bucky ? 

You can feel him trying to get away as best he could, but the closet you two got locked in was just too tight for him to really be able to. 

-Bucky are you alright ? Are you having a heart attack ? 

He takes a deep breath, and finally speaks, though his voice is a bit shaky : 

-I’m fine. 

-You sure ? 

-Yes. 

-Alrighty then…For real though, if it’s a heart attack…

-It’s not a heart attack !

Awkward silence ensues. Of course. So you guys were not going to talk about the fact that the reason you were in this closet was because you were making out, and he freaked out when he heard a sound, shoving the both of you into the nearest hiding place…A very small closet. And of course, it locked itself as he closed the door behind you. Alright then, not talking about it…Of course, it was just a thing that was born in the heat of the moment, totally didn’t mean anything ! You were arguing with him about his reckless behavior, and all of a sudden, your tongue was in his mouth, and he was kissing you. That happens all the time right ? 

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Snk Characters As Things My Friends Have Said:
  • Mikasa: My beauty is an illusion. I will seduce you with my glorious hair and then punt you right into the sun when you least expect it.
  • Erin: *screaming, to the vague tune of "Do You Hear The People Sing"*
  • Armin: Literally the only reason I'm here is to stop you from jumping off a roof in a fit of caffeine-fueled rage.
  • Hanji: *mixes three different types of energy drinks together and chugs it* fOR SCIENCE
  • Levi: I'm afraid I have to respectfully disagree, on the grounds of I don't care about your fucking opinion, because you're fucking wrong, asshole
  • Connie: hOW DARE YOU CALL ME 'CUTE'. I AM NOT CUTE. I AM DEATH.
  • Sasha: It's been more than an hour since I've last shoved something in my face, and I'm about to start screaming.
  • Jean: Sometimes I am forced to question why I hang out with you all. I mean, I'm superior in basically every way. I could do so much better.
  • Ymir: Get your heterosexual ass out of my fuckin way, there's a hot girl over there and I call DIBS
  • Historia: *sighs* I used to be a nice person, you know, before I met you guys.
  • Marco: I'm too cute for this.
  • Bertholdt: Guys, it's not gay to be in love with a dude if you say "no homo," right
  • Reiner: *stiffens suddenly* I just felt it...my last fuck...gone...forever...
versace on the floor - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/spider-man

word count: 1026

character pairings: tom holland’s peter parker x reader

warnings: gets kinda …. hm …. but nothing happens LOL 

request: Could you write prompt #29 for peter parker? (“Come over here and make me.”) please and thank you!! Also i love your writing! (taken from this prompt bank)    

notes: i was high on gravol when i wrote this so i mean …………. ENJOY hahhhahahdihfa but forreal i liked how this turned out lol. here u go, @jacelghtwoods hope u find it satisfactory ! (also sorry it’s lowkey late lol i’ve kind of been driving around everywhere most of the time & sleeping the rest) 

“Come over here and make me.”

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You felt as though it was a universally known fact that the words “make me” were a definite invitation to quite literally shut you up with a kiss.

Of course, Peter Parker would be the one exception to the universally known, despite his high intelligence. It was after school on a Friday, and you were over at Peter’s, laying down on his bed and trying to amuse yourself while he worked on homework. Aunt May was out for the evening; at dinner with a co-worker she had told you, sending you a wink as she left money on the counter for pizza, leaving for the night.

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Imagine...Sam Looking Out For You & Dean

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Request: Hey! I love your writing and was wondering if you would write a Dean x Reader where the reader and Sam have been best friends for a long time. They have hunted together and met up while Dean was out but Sam always made sure to keep the reader from Dean because he knows that Dean would try to get into her pants. One day they do meet though, Dean is smitten and has to prove to Sam that the reader isn’t just a hookup for him. Once convinced Sam tells the reader not to break Dean’s heart.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language (one word)


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Just one of the guys

Just one of the guys
Avengers x Reader
Warnings: sexist comments

Summary: you hang out with the guys of avengers so much and they never see you dressed up as a “girl.” But after pietro joined the team, he made comments about how you were a boy and cannot believe you were a female because of how you dress or look. You proved him wrong and left him speechless.
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“What do you guys want to watch?”

You were laying upside down on the couch, your head hanging at the edge.

You look blankly at the black tv screen.

“Whatever you guys want is fine with me,” says Steve looking at Tony.

“How bout you (Y/n),” Tony says, going on his knees and staring closely at your face.

You sighed,“ I don’t know, you haven’t watched Fast and Furious yet, right Steve?”

You turn to him and he nods his head no.

“Fast and furious it is,“says Tony, looking for the DVDs.

You sit up next to Steve, your legs spread open with your elbows on your knees and your back hunched over.

You sat like a guy, dressed like one too.

You wore a big, plain white tee and some sweatpants. Steve was wearing the same outfit too, and Tony, and Clint.

You had your hair in a weird, messy low bun. You didn’t wear makeup, you didn’t care about how you looked honestly.

Pietro walked in,” what are you guys watching?“

"All of the Fast and Furious movies, we’re on the first one right now,” you said looking at him,“ care to join us?”

He scoffed,“ that’s boring.”

“Don’t like fast car action typa movies? I do. I think they’re cool,” you said.

“They are not even fast,” he says sitting down,“ I am way faster.”

You roll your eyes.

“But anyways,” he says,“ don’t you all think that we should have more women in our team? I mean, we only have two and one of them is my sister. Plus Natasha scares me.”

“You only want girls in our team, to flirt with,” Clint says.

You scoffed,“ excuse me? Two? Hello, I’m right here?!”

Pietro laughs,“ you? You are a female?”

You open your mouth wide, who does he think he is.

Everyone just stayed quiet. Except for Steve but when he opens his mouth to speak, you put a finger on his lips. Pietro doesn’t know what’s coming.

They all get it though, you don’t dress like how other girls would dress or look.

“Anywaaaaaays,” Tony says breaking up the awkward silence,“ we’re having a party tonight, I forgot to tell you guys.”

“What time?” You asked.

“Starts at 9pm.”

“Tony it’s 8 o'clock.”

“Oops?"he shrugs.

You get up,"I’ll see you at the party I guess.”

Piet laughs,“ want to borrow one of my suits? I have a tie that would look great on you.”

Steve shoves his shoulder causing him to fall off of the couch.

*

“Pietro Maximoff.
You’re going to regret what you said,” you thought, while picking out the perfect dress.

Yes you had dresses. You just didn’t like wearing them.

You grabbed the sexiest one of them all.

It was a black, sleeveless and strapless, tight dress, that has a sweetheart neck line. It showed ALL of your curves and showed a good amount of skin. It went right above your knee.

You had your hair in waves and you put a some makeup on, not too much to the point where it doesn’t look like you.

You checked the time.

9:55.

Okay perfect, everyone should be there already right?

You head to the stairs and began to go down.

You felt like Cinderella, everyone had their eyes on you.

The whole team especially.

Wanda and Nat wore a smirk on their faces and the guys had their jaws on the floor. Including Pietro’s.

You finally got down and walked towards the group of men.

“Sup dudes?”

“Babe,” Steve says, walking up to you, putting his arms around your waist, and giving your cheek a kiss,“ you look beautiful .”

You blushed,“ aww, thanks baby.”

Pietro’s mouth was still hanging open.

You looked at him and smirked.

“Do I still look like a man to you Pietro, huh?”

He just stared and violently shook his head no.

“I thought so.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve says, giving you his arm for you to hook your arms through,“ let’s dance.”

You and Steve walked off onto the dance floor.

Pietro finally found his voice back and turned to Tony,“ she’s dating S-Steve?”

Tony smirked,“ yeah, why? You want her now don’t you Speedy.”

Pietro looked down at his drink and took a sip, walking off.

“He totally wants her.”

A/N: let me know what you think! Remember, I post every Friday at 5pm PST! Update: ps. I just re read it and didn’t notice all my mistakes (spelling etc) oops! Fixed it now!

Boyf riends Unsolved

Premise: Jeremy and Michael (two dumb boys pining after each other) decide to go on a ghost hunt in one of the most haunted places in New Jersey. 

Word Count: 2704

Warnings: swearing, scary haunted shit

a/n: i’m…. i don’t really have an explanation for this. just…. have some boyf riends fluff

also a huge thank you to the love of my life @limpblotter for beta-ing <3


“… but whether or not it is definitively haunted will remain… unsolved.” Ryan Bergara’s voice dropped dramatically as the ‘unsolved’ stamp painted itself across the darkening image of him walking down the balcony of the Dauphine Orleans Hotel.

Michael laid back on his beanbag chair, smiling lightly. Jeremy was sitting ramrod straight, eyes wide.

“That’s not fucking unsolved!” he cried indignantly. “It’s haunted as shit! The… fucking footsteps? And the other guy heard them too?”

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anonymous asked:

bucky is super protective over you when it comes to people and things being vulgar

It was a casual date, but those were the very best kind in your opinion.

You sat across from Bucky, casually sipping your latte and listening intently to the details of some rather unfortunate mishap that happened nearly 70 years ago involving Steve and about a dozen geese. Bucky’s nose crinkled up when he laughed at the memory.

“I feel like I’m doing all the talking.” He laughed.

“It’s a nice change.” You smirked.

“Yeah, you’re usually the one talking my ear off.”

“Yeah whatever, Barnes.”

A laugh was shared between the two of you. It was a game you played, taking shots at one another playfully throughout the day, but it always signified how much you cared about one another.

After another sip of your latte, you excused yourself to use the bathroom.

Bucky watched you leave, a blissful smile on his lips until you disappeared behind the bathroom door. That smile was wiped clean off his face when he heard the comments coming from the men behind him.

“Man, did you see the ass on that one?”

“Yeah, dude, it was a blessing to even fucking get a glimpse.”

“And her tits too! God what a fucking body she had.”

“Yeah I bet this guy over here doesn’t even know how good he has it. I’d kill for a lay like her.”

Bucky had to contain himself and prevent his blood from boiling as he listened in to the not so discrete conversation between the asshats behind him. He knew very well they were talking about you.

Bucky watched you emerge from the bathroom, smiling at him as you made your way back.

“Here she comes again, fuck look at her.”

With his suspicions confirmed, Bucky had to set his mug down to ensure he didn’t shatter it in his left hand.

You, of course, were oblivious to the comments being made, that is until you sat down.

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” You asked Bucky, noticing his change in demeanour.

His jaw was firmly clenched, eyes staring straight ahead. He looked like someone anyone would be crazy to mess with.

“I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.”

That’s what you heard, and that’s when you knew exactly what was going on.

Appalled by the comment, you looked up at the two men behind Bucky, opening your mouth to say something, before one of them spoke again.

“Can you just imagine how tight her little c-”

“Alright.” Bucky stood up abruptly, turning around to face the two men.

In the lounge chair that he’d been sitting in before, it was clear that these two had no idea just how big Bucky was. You could see the fear in their eyes when they looked at him now.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” he said, “but talking about my girl like that isn’t gonna fly.”

You stood behind him, gently taking his hand in your own.

“Let’s just go, Buck.” You said calmly.

Reluctantly, he let you lead him out of the cafe and back into your shared apartment. As soon as the door shut, you nuzzled yourself into his chest and hugged him tightly.

He kissed your head, “I’m sorry.”

“Why in the world are you apologizing?” You asked.

“I’m sorry that you had to endure that.” He whispered.

“I didn’t really, I had you to protect me.”

You felt him smile against your forehead. Bucky would always be protective over you, and you were always going to be grateful for it no matter what.

hurricanesunny  asked:

#15 w/ boyfs because i'm predictable garbage

[The way you said “I love you.“ + 15. Loud, so everyone can hear] 

Michael breathes in, hoping that more air in his lungs will give him a sudden, magical boost of confidence that’ll get rid of the nervousness currently flowing through his veins. When it doesn’t, because that’s life, he gives the steering wheel one last squeeze before he fetches the goddamn heavy boombox from the passenger seat. 

He gets out of the car and stands outside of the Heere household. No backing out, Michael. It’s time to get your fucking cheese on, Michael. Fortune favors the brave. Or the stupid. But this is for Jeremy, so he’s fine with being either.

Before his brain can convince him to back out for the nth time, Michael texts Jeremy, sealing his fate tonight completely. Now or never.  Cheese. It. Up.

to heerefarwhereveryouare

hey i heard u liked carly rae
look out ur window

from heerefarwhereveryouare

Why omg? 

Is the Queen Of Pop herself in the driveway?

He pockets his phone, ignoring the incoming buzzes from Jeremy’s messages because he’ll understand soon enough. Michael jams the volume of the boombox to the loudest it can go, and presses play right as Jeremy’s head pops out his bedroom window. Emboldened, he lifts the boombox above his head while The Queen of Pop blasts out. Worlds fly by. Drove by your place and stopped again tonight–

“Michael,” Jeremy says, mouth hanging open. “What are you doing?

“Come down and find out!” Michael yells, deciding to yell some more to quell the drumbeat in his chest. “And I can’t lie. I like the feeling, how you make me shy. I share my secrets and I will not hide–” and he can’t see Jeremy at his window anymore. He really hopes that means he’s going down the stairs and not dying from mortification because Michael is the world’s worst boyfriend.

Thankfully, that thought only lasts for a few seconds and a couple more lyrics because Jeremy is out his front door. He’s clad in pajama pants and one of Michael’s sweatshirts, his hair a mess and his face slightly flushed. Michael thinks he looks beautiful but he lacks the eloquence or composure to communicate this. Instead, he just sings in probably the most terrified tone, “GIMME LOVE.”

“Oh my god, what is happening?” Jeremy says, a hand on his face, but he’s smiling. That’s probably a good sign. “That’s a boombox, holy shit. You have Carly Rae on cassette?”

“I made it happen for you, dude,” Michael tells him. “Only the best tunes for your promposal.”

“My what?

And fuck. Whoops. There goes the cool intro he had planned, he thinks as he frantically thinks of what he can do to salvage the situation.

Cause I want what I want, do you think that I want too much?–

“Do you wanna fuckin’ go to prom with me?” Michael blurts, immediately wanting to smack himself in the face. The only thing stopping him is the boombox that would crash over his head if he did. He’d end up with a concussion. “Fuck–It’s just. I remembered when you told me forever ago that you secretly liked cheesy shit like boombox proposals and I figured I could totally make that happen. But, wow, this is going pretty awful so far because I had a speech. I asked Jake to help me write index cards. I told him it was for debate, but it’s just me talking about you.” Okay, a concussion actually doesn’t sound too bad right now. “They’re in my pocket. The index cards, I mean. But I can’t get to them because of the boombox, and yeah, I had a plan. Which isn’t happening anymore. So, uh. Do you want to go to prom with me!

It’s the way we are together. Wanna feel like this forever–

“Why are you yelling?” Jeremy asks. His hand is still on his face, but Michael can see the goofy smile behind it, thank god.

“Because I’m nervous?” Michael laughs, because this is all ridiculous, really. His heart is beating fast and loud and his hands are clammy and he’s got a beautiful boy right here, smiling at him. “Because I’m standing in your yard and holding this thing is starting to hurt my arms. Because you’re my boyfriend and I’m asking you out to prom and you technically haven’t given me an answer, which! Is totally cool! Don’t feel any pressure to answer right now. Or ever, if you want. I’m–”

“Michael,” Jeremy interrupts him. He lowers his hands, and god, he’s something. Jeremy is blushing real bad to the tips of his ears and Michael realizes that Jeremy hasn’t stopped smiling this entire time.

“Yeah?” Michael says dumbly. Really, if anybody expects him to be coherent in the face of this, they don’t know what they’re dealing with. Surviving Jeremy Heere is an endless struggle.

Jeremy takes a deep breath. Then another. Then he shuts his eyes and he says,

No. No, he yells.

I love you!” And the thing with Jeremy is that he’s pretty goddamn loud, when he wants to be. If the dulcet tones of Carly Rae Jepsen didn’t stir the neighbors, this definitely did.

Michael doesn’t know what to do with himself. A part of him wants to cry and kiss Jeremy and another part wants to ask why the fuck are we like this? But really, he’d never want to have it any other way.

“Why are you yelling?” Michael asks, overcome with love.

“It seemed like the right thing to do?” Jeremy shrugs. 

Belatedly, Michael realizes that most of their I love yous were quiet affairs. At six years old, whispered happily in a pillow fort. At twelve, muttered while Michael helped Jeremy up from scraping his knees. Sixteen and the words spilling out to an empty passenger seat as he watches Jeremy walk away. Seventeen, breathless in between kisses. (I love you, I love you, I love you.) 

There’s something exhilarating about being loud. About people hearing. Knowing.

I love you too!” Michael yells over Jeremy’s bark of laughter. “But uh, is that a yes or a no or an ‘I’ll think about it’ or–”

“Put down the boombox, Michael, holy shit, of course it’s a yes.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Michael says in reply to both the things Jeremy just told him. He’s about to thank him because his arms were really starting to hurt, but he doesn’t get to talk at all because Jeremy grabs his face and kisses him. 

He stops thinking about anything else after that. He just lets his hands fall to Jeremy’s waist and kisses back, trying to say I love you without saying anything at all. 

Cause I want what I want, boy you, it’s what I need. Gimmie love, gimmie love, gimmie love, gimmie love–

(They’re interrupted a few seconds later when an honest to god airhorn sounds from Jeremy’s house.

“Ugh, dad,” Jeremy sighs against Michael’s neck.

“I actually have Marry Your Daughter on cassette too.”

“If you play that anywhere near my dad, I’m breaking up with you.”

“Awww, come on.”)

Unbelievable

SPN FanFic

~Dean gets a little jealous when the new guy catches your eye~

Dean x Reader, Mr. Ketch, Sam

1,426 Words

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, maybe a little Dean Drama

A/N: For @bringmesomepie56 after our convo Thursday night. Not exactly what I said, but this is what came out ;)

“Well, thanks for your help, I guess.”

The Englishman smiled. It seemed friendly, genuine, but it never made it up to his eyes. There was something else in there. Something calculating, secret; something that drew you in despite your suspicions. “You are a lot more gracious than your friends,” he remarked, giving a faint nod towards the Winchesters. They were waiting by the car, uninterested in making any form of small talk with Mr. Ketch, even if he had just stepped in at the last minute to save your asses.

“Yeah, they have trust issues,” you laughed, taking a peek at the boys over your shoulder. Sam was leaning against his door, eyes narrow and observant, making sure you were ok. Dean was behind him, one foot in the driver’s side, his fingers tapping impatiently on the Impala’s hood.

“And you don’t?” His smooth voice brought your attention back to him. The look in his eyes was still a mystery to you.

“Oh, I do, but I can also be easily swayed.” You bit your lip, giving him a flirtatious smirk.  

“I’ll have to remember that.”

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Off Limits - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Summary: Sam tells Dean that the reader is off limits. Dean’s never been one to follow the rules…

Part 1


“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sam grumbles loudly slamming his beer down onto the bar.

Dean doesn’t say a word in response, instead he just flashes his million dollar smile before downing the rest of his drink.

“I will literally kick your ass, man.” Sam narrows his eyes towards his older brother throwing him off.

“Whoa. You’re really worried aren’t you?”  

“No, Dean. I’m just fucking bored. I figured this would fill my day.” Sam snaps feeling aggravated.

It’s rare when they both feel so strongly about something that it turns physical. It hasn’t happened in years but Dean knows all too well where this is headed.

“I’m not doing this to be a dick, man. I’m gonna be a father soon and it’s fucking freaking me out. I can’t be worrying about the bar. I can’t and I won’t.”

“Fine.” Dean growls, acting so fast he knocks his chair over making it crash to the ground.

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