finally getting around to decorating these


Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3

Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 

“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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Tangled (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Requested: @the-russian-rubberband “Smut that involves Christmas lights and bad choices.”

Warnings: Light smut, fluff

Pairings: Draco x reader

(Also posted on Wattpad @/edgynerd)

Word Count: 662

You lay on your stomach in the living room of the Malfoy Manor, reading (y/f/b) on the couch. Just as soon as your about to read the most intense part of the book, you feel a heavy pressure being pushed down on your back, and your book falls on to the floor, making you lose your page.

You turn your head as far as you can, just enough so you can see your boyfriend, Draco, sitting on your back and giggling the whole time. You push him off of your back onto the floor, and when he falls, he is still smiling and bursting with laughter.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, I was reading! What is your problem?” You exclaimed as you picked your book up off of the floor and sit directly in the middle of the couch. You pouted your lip at him as he stood up and sat next to you on the couch, smiling like an idiot.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I was just trying to have some fun,” he responded as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you on the forehead. You push him away from you, causing him to produce a shocked expression. “(Y/N), are you really, that mad at me?”

You turn your back towards him, looking away from the white-haired boy, your (y/h/c) hair whipping him in the face. “Hmph,” is the answer you give to him. He gets up off the couch and slumps away from you hanging his head down and looking at the floor. As he passes you, he looks up with pleaded eyes. You smirk and turn away from him, arms crossed.

He continues to droop his head and walk away until he is out of sight. You take your book in your hands and start flipping through the pages to try to remember where you left off at.

Once you find your page, and you’ve been reading again for a while, past your favorite part, when you hear a loud jingling sound coming your way. You look up over the back of the couch to see Draco holding a large blue tote that reads Christmas Decor.

“I just wanted to decorate the manor with you,” he smiled nervously. You smile back at him and gave in, putting your book down and joining your boyfriend in the parade around the house to lift the spirits of all of the gloomy people that were around.


After about two and a half hours and running through the house, joking around, and stringing up lights and decorations with Draco, he runs away to get the box that is used to decorate the Christmas tree every year.

“Now for the finale,” he smirked. The both of you pulled all of the decorations out of the Christmas tree box and set them on the floor. While Draco picked up the tinsel and started wrapping it around the tree, you tried to untangle all of the lights, but got them tangled around yourself instead.

“Um, Draco? Can you help me?” You plead as your boyfriend turns around and sees your body tangled in the wires. He smirks and walks over to you, pulling your shirt over the tangle of wires down to your wrists. “Draco…”

“Shh,” he says as he kisses you passionately. His fingers run through your hair and all you can do is stand there with your hands caught in the lights. He pulls your bra off and starts massaging your breasts, kissing his way down your jawline and down your neck.

Just as you let out a soft moan, the doorknob on the front door starts to jingle a little before it opens. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are standing in the doorway, now looking at Draco and your half-naked body.

“You know, Draco,” Lucius starts. “You have a room for a reason.”

It’s the night before Shepard’s birthday, and Shepard’s asleep. Her hospital bed warm as her monitors beep. For weeks she’s been here, stuck in this bed, with scars and burns from her toes to her head.

But Garrus is not sleeping, nor in his chair, but as always, he’s giving her the utmost care. He’s been up all night changing the look of the room, illuminated by just the light of the moon.

With business’ just starting to get back on their feet, it’s hard to shop around, online or in the street. After weeks of planning, it was finally here, as were his deliveries - decorations and beer.

She’s had it rough since the war ended; memories and scars that’ll never be mended. Sometimes it’s almost too much to bare - too much pain, whimpering in despair.

Garrus wants nothing more than to see her get through this, to see her smile again; one of pure bliss. This day was meant to help more than any other, to be surrounded by friends, comrades and her lover.

The room was too small to gather them for a surprise, so later they would come, long after she’s opened her eyes. Until that time, this set up would have to do. His back was aching and it was half-past two.

As he quietly crept back into his chair, he gazed at her eyes, her mouth, her hair. There wasn’t much left and burns covered her skin, but no matter what she said, she was still beautiful to him.

To the warmth of the sun, she finally woke, and the sight in front of her almost made her choke. Banners, balloons and lanterns were everywhere, all with bright colours - it was too much to bare.

Garrus shot his head up when he heard her sob. Watching her look around – had he done a bad job? Was it making her feel worse, reminding her of better days? Did she think she was dreaming, all of this a haze?

He took her hand and gave it a squeeze, a gesture that usually puts her mind at ease. She turned to look at him, tears running done her face. Had all of this been one big mistake?

But these tears were something he hadn’t seen before, not like the tears when he first came through the door. A moment later and her smile let him know, that he’d done the right thing - look at her glow!

“You did this?” She asked, her voice broken and small. “Yes,” he replied, “it was no trouble at all.” From lack of sleep, his words came out with a slur. But it really was nothing, he’d do anything for her.

All the guests had come and gone, and despite her objections, they sung the birthday song. She wasn’t mad, she was far too pleased. Her mind, her body and spirit had eased.

The company was nice and the food was good. She smiled and talked for as long as she could. Her eyes grew tired, her stomach and heart full. The suns warmth had faded, now jusy a breeze, nice and cool.

But before she succumbed to the comfort of her bed, she turned to Garrus, smiled and said, “Thank you for everything. I love you.” And his response would never change, saying “I love you, too.”

Her peaceful face said words she would yet admit, but the message was clear - it was all worth it. As she drifted, he bent forward to kiss her forehead, whispering the words,

“Happy Birthday, Shepard.”

Just for Tonight (m)


Words: 16,826 (welp rip me).

Genre: Fluff, smut.

Summary: Jungkook plans on getting into the annual secret underground party for his birthday and you can’t help but tag along.

A/N: A fic for Jungkook’s birthday (I know I’m late, shh). Inspired by the movie Nerve. Thanks for helping me @pjmfantasy + @minsfires!

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You Saved Me - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblogHey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: Okay, so, as you can tell from the title this is going to be a series. Probably only about three parts though; this is because I couldn’t stop typing when I wrote out their initial meeting and there’s only so long a post can be! :) This is almost an introduction just so you know how they met before we go further into it. It was a great request so wanted to do it justice….which I felt could be done more by making it a series. Hope you enjoy! <3 Going to put bits of their past in each part too to flesh their relationship out more. 

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2027

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)


For the third time that week you found yourself walking through the doors to The Smithsonian; you didn’t know why you were visiting once again because nothing had changed since the last time you graced the halls of this place but ever since your first visit here as a child you found that you could escape in here, forget about the worries that always seemed to creep up into your life, instead you could immerse yourself in the history of other people and simply…..forget.

The Captain America exhibit was the newest addition to the institute and, personally, one of your favourites. It wasn’t every day that you were able to see into the personal life of someone that saved thousands of lives and given that he had saved yours during the attack on New York you felt like you liked to see just what it was that had made him such a brave and courageous individual.

Some bits made you laugh, others brought a tear to your eyes, but most of all you simply found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the fact that an ordinary kid from Brooklyn had become a treasured superhero. Seemed anything really was possible.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your blog :) We all know how Namjoon pretty much confessed to watching porn in the work room area, or whatever it's called :'D So could I request a Namjoon smut where y/n wants to suprise him (in an innocent way) while he was working a new song, but she walks in to see him watching porn. And you know, things kinda go from there. (I felt awkward typing this tbh :'D)

Studio Quickie:

You stood there stunned and blinking, red decorating your cheeks as your boyfriend fumbled around to pull his pants up and shut down the laptop that was singing loud moans from the girl getting pounded into by her ‘daddy’. Your mouth had been slightly open and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now.

“Yah! At least shut the door!” Namjoon shouted at you with everything from his neck up red. You scrambled around lightly to move inside and shut the door fidgeting with your fingers as he pulled his pants up finally zipping them. The air was silent and he didn’t even want to look at you. You shifted from side to side, and looking at him you felt just as bad, he was embarrassed and he was so stiff and quiet.

You didn’t mean to startle him. You had come to the studio to see him today because you knew he was going to be at the studio all day. He had been working hard on something new, and that required him to be here at all kinds of the day. You had brought him food, getting up early to cook something for him you had danced around the house in almost wearing nothing listening to his music. You had missed him so much, he had barely spent time with you coming home and trying to watch TV with you or holding you close only to be the first one to fall asleep and be the first one up. So, you wanted to at least bring him food and see what he was up to. And here he was, trying to get himself off quickly so that he could get back to work. His breathing had calmed down, and the flushed-out color on his skin started to slowly fade but he still wasn’t talking to you, he was still embarrassed. You grinned sheepishly moving to sit down beside him in another rolling chair, placing the food down on the couch behind the mixer board you rolled over to him placing your hands on each of his knees. Namjoon cut his eyes to look at you, and when he opened his mouth to make an excuse you leaned up to kiss his soft lips, feeling him relax his rigid body and kiss you back.

“I don’t need any excuses.” You told him gently, ghosting your hands through his hair before you released him. “I know that you’ve been here, working your ass off, and I know you’ve needed me and we’ve missed each other this week and the previous ones. I am a little upset that you haven’t come to me to at least try but.. I’m here and you need to take a load off.” You admitted giving him a smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I know I should have been around more, I should always make time for you. But right now I can’t, with deadlines and everything I have to make sure that I’m doing everything right. And if anything goes wrong- what are you doing baby I said no.” Namjoon groaned seeing you get on your knees to kiss up his clothed thighs. He breathed deep through his nose trying to calm himself down but he couldn’t help seeing you like that for him. “I said no-“ He tried again only to earn you licking and kissing on his bulge, looking at him with those big innocent eyes, your pupils blew out with lust. His hand gripped at your hair, he wanted to tell you no again but he knew the beast in him wanted to come out. He watched your hands move up to grip at his zipper and tug it down, how your pink tongue darted out to lick over your bottom lip. You were so beautiful to him, taking him out of the confines of his pants, wrapping your lips around his heated shaft. How your lips parted and mouth stretched out more to take all of him until you were choking sucking on his shaft, your mouth hollowing making his hips buck as he groaned taking in the sight before him. Your head pushed down repeatedly using your tongue to flick and lick at his sensitive veins. He could feel every flick and roll of your tongue, he listened to your slurp and moan around him. His head tilting backwards as he moaned you from the pleasure.

“Come here, I need more.” Namjoon rasped after just snapping his hips against your face wasn’t enough for him. He slowly pulled you off his cock listening to the wet popping sounds it made. He pulled you upwards, having you stand while he kissed on your lips helping you pull down your bottoms in one go. He pulled your legs apart, helping you straddle him, his tip rubbing against your wet slick pussy lips.

“My baby girl is so wet, let’s fix that for us both okay?” He asked biting on your bottom lip as he pushed his large head inside of your tight opening. His hands guided your hips down until you were taking all of him inside of you, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, he smiled softly pressing repeated kiss against your lips. He held his hips still until he was sure you had adjusted well enough, bucking his hips up he started the pace slow, and at first you were only there feeling the stretch of him, how his thick shaft was gently pushing against your walls. How he stretched you out, the slick sounds of him fucking you slowly being heard in the room. After some time, you started to grind your hips back down against his, your kiss that was once so sweet becoming heated and mixed with just as much teeth as anything else. You started to slowly moan his name, letting it ring out like a plea.

“Shh baby girl, be quiet.” Namjoon urged in a hush voice pushing his hips upwards against yours harder. You couldn’t help it, he kept switching his hips to find your spot, and you knew he could tell when he found it because he started to smirk, snapping his hips quickly against yours.

“Namjoon~ fuck Namjoon! Harder!” You cried out, knowing that he was going to get rougher with you if you didn’t behave. But Namjoon didn’t have time to play with you, he reached his hand up to harshly grip at your hair making you tilt your head back. It was hard for you to moan in that position, because of the position of your head. He smirked at how you choked out pleas, and he picked up the speed, gripping at your hip with his free hand he pounded against you, feeling your nails claw at his shirt as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to hold out on cumming for him. He didn’t care, he would keep you in that position all night if he had to.

“Rub your clit for me.” He commanded as his breath fanned across your skin, he leaned forward kissing the flesh at the crook of your neck, soon he was licking and biting planting hickeys on your skin. He could feel your hand between his body meaning you were being good for him and behaving, the sheer thought alone of how wet you were and how fucked you must look was pushing him over the edge.

“Can I?” You asked him savoring the feeling of him fucking your spot as your own hand toyed with your clit. He nodded his head giving you a breathy ‘yes’ against your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, your stomach tightened up and your pussy wrapped around his cock tighter squeezing like a vice. You held out for a few more seconds until you were cumming on his shaft, clinging to him and coming down from your high. Namjoon groaned against your skin slamming you down and burying himself deep inside of you. He felt his hips lightly shake as he pulled you close kissing onto your jaw and up to your lips once again giving you a lazy smile.

You lay against him, listening to his heart beat as you both basked into the quickie you had, and snapping out of your trance knowing that anyone could come in you stretched out looking at him.

“You need to eat something.” You said with a soft smile and he nodded his head pulling you off him gently.

“I know baby girl, thank you for that. It was something I needed.” He admitted pecking your lips sweetly.

“It’s not a problem, just make sure later on tonight you draw it out. I want another round.” You admitted and he nodded his head, helping you both cleaned up before he went back to work and started to eat his food, pulling your chair close to him to make sure you didn’t leave his side.


We don’t really do Easter as we aren’t exactly about organized religion in this house, but I still think the idea of egg hunts and baskets is fun so I decided to do it up for Max with a Hyrulean twist.

I made some Koroks to hide around the house and yard, and each one had a seed and a clue to the next location, with the final one having a basket.

The Koroks are apparently becoming a fixture of the living room decor now, and the bulbs will get planted in the yard and with a little luck they’ll give us Asiatic lilies soon.

Someday Your Child May Cry

Previously: Question | Preparations | Irrational

4. Confession

With Scully taking a shift guarding Gibson, Mulder is free to take Diana to dinner, which he does. She fills him in- a bit- on where she’s been, these past six years, but since there’s a good deal she can’t tell him, they spend most of the meal talking about Gibson, about the possibilities he might represent. When they’re finished eating, Mulder drives Diana home.

In front of her building, Diana reaches across the center console, laying a hand on Mulder’s arm. Her soft smile takes him back years, back to the days before any of this… before cancer, before labs full of clones, before mysterious children appearing out of nowhere only to die… before Scully.

“Listen, Fox, why don’t you come up for a little while?” Diana asks him. “I don’t think either of us is ready for the evening to be over just yet.” Mulder hesitates. “Just to talk,” she reassures him. “We haven’t seen each other in years, Fox. I’ve missed so much since I’ve been gone… won’t you come up and fill me in on everything you’ve found since I left?”

Mulder glances at the clock on the dashboard. He’s due at the fertility clinic first thing in the morning… but it’s only eight-thirty, not really that late, especially not for him. He shrugs.

“Why not?” he says, and Diana beams. They get out of the car, and as he steps up onto the sidewalk beside her, she takes his arm, leading him into the swank apartment building. He gazes around the posh lobby as they pass through, impressed.

“Counter-terrorism must have paid a whole hell of a lot better than the X-Files,” he observes, as they step into a walnut-paneled elevator. Diana chuckles.

“I’ve made some wise investments over the years,” she says. “A few of them have paid off quite handsomely.” She cocks an eyebrow at him. “From what I understand, you could afford better than your Hegel Place apartment yourself, these days.” He ducks his head, and her face softens with sympathy. “I was sorry to hear about your father, Fox,” she tells him. “That must have been very hard. I know your relationship was… complicated.”

“To say the least,” grumbles Mulder. “What makes you think I inherited anything, though?”

“I assumed you would,” says Diana, as the elevator arrives on the seventh floor, and the doors slide smoothly open. They exit into a wide, stark-white hallway, and Diana leads him to the right. “I mean… there wasn’t anyone else to inherit his money, was there? Unless he willed it to your mother, which didn’t seem likely to me.” Mulder remains silent. Given the dubious origins of his father’s fortune, he doesn’t like to think about it that often, much less spend any of it… though, lately, he’s been wondering if maybe he could offer to pay for the next round of treatment for Scully, should tomorrow’s attempt prove unsuccessful.

“Yeah, he left everything to me,” he admits, finally. “I haven’t really felt the need to change the way I live, though. I’m fine the way I am.” They arrive at Diana’s door, and she lets them in. Her condo is spacious and lushly-appointed. It definitely doesn’t look as though she’s just moved in.

“It came already furnished and decorated,” she says, as he gazes around. “I traveled pretty light when I came back… I really didn’t want the added stress of putting together a place from scratch, not when I was anxious to get back to work as quickly as possible.” She crosses the living room to the bar along the wall, and from underneath, she brings up a bottle of Johnnie Walker. “Can I fix you one?” she asks, holding up the bottle, and he thinks for a moment. Dr. Parenti hadn’t said anything about alcohol. Mulder assumes that if it had been imperative that he abstain in the hours before his donation, the doctor would have mentioned it.

“Please,” he says, and Diana pours both of them a drink, bringing them over to the sofa and taking a seat. Mulder sits beside her and she hands him his glass.
It’s easy to talk to her, as easy as it had been when they’d first met, and Mulder relaxes within minutes. Diana listens attentively, refilling their glasses at regular intervals, as he relates the adventures that he and Scully have had over the past five years, the things they’ve done and discovered together, the near-misses and narrow escapes, the myriad of personal losses they’ve both suffered- her, especially. When he finishes, Diana is quiet for a moment, looking thoughtfully into her glass of whiskey.

“You and Agent Scully must be very close,” she observes. “To have gone through so much together. I didn’t realize how much….” Diana looks almost embarrassed. “I’m sorry that I was so dismissive of her before, Fox, when I said that you could have used someone to back you up. She’s obviously been much more supportive of you than I realized.”

“Yeah,” says Mulder softly. “She really has been… and she’s paid the price, that much is certain.”

“Are you….” Diana looks away again. “You and Agent Scully, are you-“

“Together?” Mulder finishes for her. “No… it’s not like that. She’s, uh… I mean, we’re close, she’s my best friend, but….” He shrugs, not quite sure how to sum up the frustrating enigma that is his ever-changing relationship with Scully these days. One way or another, he doesn’t feel right discussing her with Diana. Scully is one of the most private people he’s ever known in his life, and he’s relatively certain she would be horrified that Mulder has already told Diana as much as he has.

“Well, in that case,” Diana says, carefully placing her empty glass on the coffee table, “I don’t need to feel guilty if I do this.” She slides closer, taking his face in her hands, and presses her lips to his.

It’s been so, so long since someone has touched him like this, and he goes along without hesitation. The whiskey has fogged his mind just enough that any protests he could come up with are quickly drowned- at least, until Diana reaches for his belt. He pulls back sharply.

“Diana,” he says, struggling to master his breathing, “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Diana frowns in confusion.

“Is there someone else, then?” she asks. “Apart from Agent Scully?” Mulder shakes his head.

“No, there’s no one,” he says. “And at another time, I’d be all for it, it’s just… there’s something I have to do tomorrow morning, and I can’t… I mean….” He sighs. “Look, there’s no delicate way to say this, but I have to provide semen first thing tomorrow morning, and I’m not supposed to… uh… provide it in any other circumstances for at least forty-eight hours beforehand.” Diana smiles, amused.

“Fox, if you’ve inherited your father’s money, you can’t possibly be so hard up for cash that you’re selling that,” she chuckles.

“I’m not being paid,” says Mulder hastily. “It’s not like that at all. It’s, uh… it’s a favor, actually.” He swallows. “For Scully.” Diana’s face goes cold so quickly, Mulder can feel the blast of ice from where he’s sitting.

“You’re helping Agent Scully have a child.” He nods. “And then… what? Are you going to help her raise it?” He knows it’s going to upset her, but he feels like he owes her the truth.

“If she’ll allow me to, yes, I am,” he says. Diana looks away from him.

“So when I asked you about having children, and you told me you had no intentions of ever becoming a father… that was a lie?”

“No, Diana, it was true back then. But… I guess….” Diana stands abruptly and takes her glass back over to the bar, refilling it. “I’ve changed, Diana. My circumstances have changed, and I feel differently about it now.”

“What, specifically, has changed, Fox?” she asks coldly, her back still to him. “From what you’ve told me, from what you’ve learned, the world can’t possibly look any safer for a child than it did when you used that as en excuse for me. So what’s changed?” Mulder remains silent, and finally, Diana turns to glare at him. “Because from where I’m standing, the only change I can see is the woman you would be having a child with.” Mulder looks at the floor. “So what you’re really telling me, Fox, is that you didn’t want to have a child with me.” He could deny it, certainly, but he doesn’t. He nods. “But you would consider it with her?” He meets her gaze.

“Yes,” he says. “I would.” 

The last vestiges of warmth flee from Diana’s face. She tilts her glass back, draining it in one.

“I think you should leave now, Fox,” she says.

He doesn’t argue.

Like We Used To | Jung Hoseok

I miss the way you made me feel

Inspired by the song Shiver by Lucy Rose

Originally posted by aneliguerra

Genre: Soft Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Summary: It’s been two years since you’ve seen any of the BTS boys, not since the breakup. But much to your shock and surprise, you receive an invitation in the mail for the wedding of Yoongi and his fiancee. Not wanting to miss the chance to see your once best friends again, you decide to go along with your current boyfriend who you’ve been seeing for a few months now. But once there, you must face the past memories with the man who was once your whole world, Hoseok, and you begin to question if you made the right decision. 

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The Great Hamilton Baking Show

Because @philly-osopher and I both discovered the Great British Baking Show this week, we spent perhaps a troubling amount of time discussing this. I have nothing to say for myself.

Hamilton: Flying by the seat of his pants. Cooks with wild flavor combinations, takes occasionally ill-advised creative risks, bakes things that are as likely to explode and kill someone as they are to succeed. No formal training but a lot of talent, makes Laurens teach him advanced baking theory on breaks and takes frantic notes. Refuses to do Caribbean-inspired bakes until one time he sets his original bake on fire and has to pull something out of his ass.

Laurens: Learned to bake in Switzerland, knows how to make technically perfect European things and forgets other people don’t know how to do that too. Super precise with a good eye for design. A total perfectionist, gets really upset and down on himself when things don’t turn out according to the vision he had in his head.

Eliza: Comes from behind. Seems like a pretty generic baker and then technical challenges happen and she turns out to have a crazy good intuitive grasp of how to do things. She somehow knows exactly what to do with the vague recipes they’re given and when Ham asks her how the fuck she’s doing that she just shrugs like I don’t know what to tell you, sorry you’re not keeping up.

Peggy: Goes home after the first week.

Maria: In the back, dumping cayenne peppers and vodka into her dough. Much to the chagrin of Mary Berry, who has to taste it.

Lafayette: Basically just wants to make friends. Is actually a really good baker but doesn’t really care that much about the competition, likes walking around the room and giving effusive praise to everyone else. Bursts into orgasmic tears when Ham decorates his eclairs red white and blue.

Burr: Pleasantly mediocre. Goes home sometime in the middle of the season when the judges finally realize he’s not gonna get more exciting. Has one technique he keeps trying over and over and it never works. Hates Ham because Ham won the first challenge of the season by presenting a hot mess that was creative while Burr turned in something competent. Thinks he would have won the whole thing if he’d just gotten ahead of Ham that first week

Washington: Gets super frustrated during the technical challenges because the recipes are so vague. Like, what am I supposed to do with this? How long is it meant to stay in the oven? WHAT IS THIS POWDERED SUGAR FOR??

Angelica: Bakes with extremely bold flavors and is There To Win. Stares at the camera when Burr presents the same goddamn thing every week and fails to sound modest when the production crew make her sit in a field with some cows to be interviewed.
Behind the Scenes of 'Beauty and the Beast'
The film’s stars and creators share memories of shooting in a French village on a stage outside London

Before production began, Emma Watson worked closely with Bill Condon and Dan Stevens to polish the script, adding what she calls “detail and depth and fullness and wholeness to the scenes.” She also focused on fine-tuning Belle’s character, expanding beyond what little was established in the 1991 film. Says Watson: “There was never very much information or detail at the beginning of the story as to why Belle didn’t fit in, other than she liked books.” Lots and lots of books, like the ones she’s holding here as she takes direction from Condon in the library. Later in the movie we also learn where Belle and her father lived before moving to the “little town full of little people.” It’s a city that holds special meaning for Watson. “l sing a song called ‘Paris of My Childhood,’ which was odd for me to sing because I was born in Paris and my childhood was in Paris,” she says. “It’s a sweet melody, a really lovely song.”

For the “poor provincial town” that Belle longs to escape, the crew built a real French village on the Shepperton back lot, providing a dramatic contrast between this cozy setting and the imposing castle nearby. Greenwood says her team combed French towns looking for a place to shoot, and though they found candidates in Conques and near Paris, when it came time to discuss bringing cast and crew to these actual villages, they realized it would be easier to create one from scratch. “As much as I thought it should be real, how could you say, 'No, I don’t want to build a French village on the back lot’? So we built it,” Greenwood explains. “That was great because we could then hybrid all the things we’d seen and put all the best elements into our village.” Including a wandering French rooster. Cocorico!

Kevin Kline’s wayward Maurice, Belle’s father, finds himself lost in the woods near the Beast’s castle on his way to sell his music boxes at the market. If he looks safe here, he won’t be for long. “I spent so much time getting pushed around,” Kline says with a laugh. “I noticed it after a couple of weeks, and I said to Bill, 'I’m on the floor again.’ [Maurice] is sort of the fall guy, so I get roughed up a lot!” As fans of the fairy tale will remember, Belle’s papa eventually reaches the Beast’s castle, a majestic but creepy estate Kline describes as “disquieting” to see in person. “It wouldn’t be my first choice if I weren’t stuck in a snowstorm and being pursued by these ravenous wolves,” he quips. Production designer Sarah Greenwood says she and her team emphasized the castle’s magic and grandeur in the grounds and exteriors nearby: “The whole landscape became part of the enchantment.”

It’s easy to become blasé when you’re an actor used to working on lavish productions. But the Beauty and the Beast cast never tired of their surroundings. “I remember the first time Emma Thompson and I saw the ballroom set and our jaws dropped because it’s just so gorgeous,” says Gugu Mbatha-Raw, who plays Plumette. The majestic ballroom was the perfect setting for the final number, when the Beast and all the household objects return to their human form. “Just breathing it in, from the costumes to the flowers to the music, and everybody dancing and swirling around in unison, there was a real magic to it.” The room also evolves with the story. “In the prologue, before he gets transformed into the Beast, it’s almost as opulent as Versailles,” set decorator Katie Spencer says. “Then it’s an echo of what happens to him, and then it comes back for the big celebration at the end.”

Filming Beauty and the Beast can be, well, a beast — at least for Luke Evans and Josh Gad, whose extra-macho Gaston and less-than-macho Le Fou shared bombastic scenes that sometimes led to mildly painful accidents. “We slapped hands so hard, [Josh] burst a blood vessel in his thumb,” Evans (right, with Gad and producer David Hoberman) recalls, laughing. “We had to stop rehearsals, get the medic in. He thought his finger was going to drop off, but I think he’ll survive. We just slapped hands hard, but obviously we just caught our thumbs at some point, and he’s a delicate flower.” But if they’re sounding too similar to their characters here, don’t worry: At least Gad can confirm that his hair in the film is completely fake. “If I had hair this good, I would not be doing Beauty and the Beast right now,” he deadpans. “I would be modeling.”

In this scene, Audra McDonald’s Madame de Garderobe sings for the prince just before he’s transformed into a hairy horned creature. De Garderobe craves attention, but McDonald herself responded a bit more modestly when she learned she’d won the role. “I was just shocked I was asked to be involved, to the point that when I was flying over there, I was like, 'Do they really want me to play her?’” she says. “I was pretty much in disbelief until they put the costume on me and shoved me out on-set.” Which then just made her even more speechless, of course. “When I walked on-set, it felt like I was walking into a dream.” Stanley Tucci, who plays de Garderobe’s maestro and husband, Cadenza, was also humbled by the splendor. “The scope of the set was enormous. They had these candelabras, these chandeliers coming from the ceiling with real candles. It was just stunning,” he says.

Sir Ian McKellen couldn’t wait to slip on that wig and mustache, especially since it meant working with a director he knows well. “I’ve done two films now with Bill Condon, and we’re always looking for a third,” the actor says. “It was absolutely typical of Bill that he wanted to have a few friends with him, so I was very, very thrilled to suddenly be in my first Disney movie.” Though most of McKellen’s work involved voicing his character Cogsworth, the actor says his favorite moment was finally meeting the cast in person for the final celebration. “There was one absolutely glorious day when went out and joined all the actors in doing the final scene, when all the characters in the castle come back to life and become real people,” he says. “So I did feel I was in the thick of it for at least a day, and singing and dancing was an absolute joy.”

DC TV Shows Preference – Mistletoe Kisses

Includes characters from: The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow and Arrow

A/N: all the people that are listed are the only ones I will write for.


Originally posted by atravelgirl

Caitlin was intelligent. She’d fought meta-humans and helped come up with lifechanging technologies but the one simple task of getting you and Cisco underneath a mistletoe seemed to be her biggest challenge yet.

She’d placed mistletoe above every possible doorframe and you just didn’t seem to go anywhere near it and neither did Cisco. Caitlin didn’t actually know for sure if you liked Cisco – she just assumed as much and this was her attempt to try and help you.

“Cisco – Cisco, go!” Caitlin hissed, shoving at his arm when she saw you walking towards one of the many mistletoes she’d placed around the house. Cisco frowned as the eggnog he was holding had sloshed onto his coat and looked at Caitlin with annoyance.

“Use your words.”

“Go quickly to the mistletoe with (Y/N)!”

This caused him to be even more confused, “what? But (Y/N)’s under the mistletoe with the guy she likes?”

Caitlin stopped shaking his shoulder and looked to where you were now standing shyly, not meeting the person’s eye that was standing opposite to you. Barry held a glass tightly in his hand, a light pink colour coming to his cheeks as you’d just pointed out to him that there was a mistletoe above your heads.

“I mean, it’s tradition after all. If we don’t kiss, we’ll probably get some really bad luck.” Barry said coolly, using his free hand to gently cup your chin, “is this okay?”

You nodded quickly, standing on your tippy-toes as you met his lips halfway. The room fell silent as you shared a light kiss, both of you aware of your audience but Barry wanted nothing more than to toss his drink to the side and kiss you deeper.

“Oh! (Y/N) likes Barry, how did I not see that?” Caitlin somewhat shouted, causing you and Barry to pull a part and for you to practically run to the bathroom.


Originally posted by dcladiessource

You and Caitlin chatted quietly off to one side of the West household. It was a small get together to celebrate the year you had (and survived) and you leaned against the door frame, watching as Cisco came to greet the two of you as you waited patiently for dinner.

“Caitlin, (Y/N). Would you like to see a magic trick?” he asked, presenting a deck of cards and both you and Caitlin were already amused.

“Since when did you do magic tricks?” Caitlin asked, crossing her arms and thinking for just a moment she felt a breeze come past her. She glanced to see if the front door was open but it wasn’t – she thought nothing of it.

“I’m full of surprises, Ms Snow. Now pick a card, any card!”

He offered you the cards and you reluctantly took one, both you and Caitlin already knowing the easy trick he was about to do.

“Really? We already know it’s a trick deck.” You said as you looked at your king of hearts card.

“Exactly. But how did the mistletoe get above your heads?”

You looked up and saw that he was right; a mistletoe had somehow appeared above you. You furrowed your eyebrows but Caitlin was already glaring across the room to where Barry and Iris were grinning madly and Cisco was somewhat running to their side, afraid of the reaction Caitlin may have. Everyone – but you – knew about Caitlin’s adoring crush on you and had been trying to convince her to ask you out for months.

“Those idiots,” you laughed, drawing back Caitlin’s attention, “might as well give them a show, don’t you think?”

And usually shy Caitlin Snow suddenly pulled you towards her and kissed you. Maybe it was because she was annoyed or because of the alcohol but she was somewhat thankful for finally have this opportunity to kiss you. You could tell just by the passionate kiss that she’d been wanting to do this for ages; and so had you.


Originally posted by dailycisco

You carefully settled the ladder underneath the doorframe, mistletoe and tape secured underneath your armpit as you gave your first attempt to climb the ladder on your own. You barely made it onto the first step before you got back down, turning to look helplessly at Caitlin and Cisco who were working on a project together.

“Could one of you hold the ladder for me?” you asked, Caitlin telling you earlier that you shouldn’t put Christmas decorations up high because even you didn’t trust yourself with ladders. And like usual, she was right.

Cisco wordlessly put down the gadget he was holding and swiftly walked to where you were, tightly grabbing the ladder and smiling at you.

“M’lady,” he joked as you hesitantly climbed up, grabbing your mistletoe and taping it around the nail you’d left in from last year’s attempt at hanging mistletoe. Last year’s attempt had resulted in the mistletoe continuously falling off the frame every time Barry sped out of the lab and the only two people who’d been caught underneath it were Joe and Harry and neither of them had been too eager for a kiss.

“Is it right in the middle of the frame? Does it look Barry proof?” you asked after finally deciding that there was no way it could fall this time. Cisco judged for a moment and gave a nod of approval.

“Barry can’t ruin anyone’s chance of getting a kiss this year.”

He helped you get off the last step, you proceeding to move the ladder to the side so both of you could admire your work. Despite the many pieces of tape secured around the top, the mistletoe fit in with the rest of your decorations around the lab. It was truly beginning to feel like Christmas.

“You two realise that you’re technically underneath the mistletoe together,” Caitlin piped up, a smug tone in her voice, “you have to kiss. It’s tradition.”

“What?! We’re just admiring our work!” you squeaked, both yours and Cisco’s cheeks turning a bright pink.

Cisco scratched the back of his neck, “well – I suppose it is tradition.”

You knew this was your own fault and you wondered if you’d subconsciously did this on purpose. You’d had a crush on Cisco for such a long time – you were surprised he hadn’t noticed it yet.

Before you could argue, Cisco had leaned towards you and placed a small, soft kiss on your lips. You froze, feeling him beginning to pull away and no doubt preparing to say a funny and witty line but you weren’t done yet; you’d been wanting this for such a long time. So, you grabbed him by the collar, pulled him towards you again and kissed him just a little harder. His eyes widened, surprised by the almost desperation you possessed but he soon shut his eyes and kissed you back eagerly. Everything was beginning to make sense.

Caitlin felt like she was intruding on the moment by watching but she couldn’t help but grin; it was about time you did this. She considered texting Barry but it was as if on cue, he sped in past the both of you and the force of his speed caused the mistletoe to fly off the doorframe and land on Cisco’s head.

“Whoa, what’s happening here?” Barry smirked, unaware of what he’d just done as you snatched the mistletoe off of Cisco.

“Seriously? Stop ruining the decorations, Allen!”

JAX (Legends of Tomorrow)

Originally posted by dailyflarrowgifs

You and Jax were the youngest members of the Legends team and it was only a matter of time before you developed feelings for one another. And there was no doubt that every team member shipped the two of you together and found you adorable, Mick even making a few remarks about how cute the two of you are (but in his own words, of course).

Neither of you admitted it though. You both thought it might end up being awkward or even annoying being under the constant watchful eye of your friends but they weren’t going to let you off easily.

Christmas was coming up soon back in your era and the team seemed to be more festive than usual. Christmas had occurred before on the ship and all had been forgotten about the event but not this year – the ship was currently covered in colourful stockings, tinsel, decorations and mistletoe. Lots and lots of mistletoe. You’d seen Mick and Ray get caught underneath a mistletoe and Mick shoved Ray away so hard he nearly put a hole in the wall.

“Is it just me or is there a lot of mistletoe around here?” Jax asked, frowning at a mistletoe he walked under as he joined you in the cargo hold. You were looking through Sara’s countless weapons, deciding which ones you wanted to learn to train with and you let out a rather unattractive snort.

“It’s not just you. I’m trying to figure out who wants to make out with who – maybe Nate with Amaya?”

Jax shrugged, walking to where you were standing and looking over the weapons as well, “damn, are you gonna train with that?”

Before you could answer, Jax let out a noise that you couldn’t quite describe. You looked to him and he was staring above your heads with his mouth hung open and when you followed his gaze, you saw a mistletoe hanging above you. Your cheeks started to burn and he gave you a weak smile, trying to play it cool.

“I guess we kinda have to?” he said, worried about your reaction and was shocked when you suddenly threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Jax stumbled back, securing his arms around your waist and picking you up ever so slightly. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening; he was really kissing you and he had to thank the hundreds of mistletoes around the place.

As you pulled away, both of you grinning like idiots, you heard one slow clap followed by countless others. Jax placed you awkwardly back to your feet and you looked around to see the team all standing at the door and clapping with big smiles on their faces.


Originally posted by saunderskendra

You and Laurel were laughing like maniacs, running around with glasses of wine in your hand as you tried to dodge the countless number of mistletoes placed around the office. You kept thinking you were safe, settling comfortably in a spot but then a co-worker would decide that would be the perfect place to hang a mistletoe.

“They just won’t give up, will they?” Laurel said, watching as your boss tried to set up another couple in the office.

“She thinks she’s cupid. She did warn us that there’d be a lot of mistletoe – I just didn’t think there’d be this much,” you pointed around the office, “I’m just here for the free food and drinks.”

Laurel nudged your side, “plus you like spending time with me, right?”

“I suppose it’s a bonus. I guess.

You both laughed as your boss began to walk over to the two of you, thankfully no mistletoe in her hand but had a plate filled with snacks. You decided to stay in the spot you were in.

“I was waiting for you two to finally get caught underneath one of these!” your boss yelled excitedly, using her free hand to point above your heads. You and Laurel stared at each other with wide eyed expressions, glancing up to the mistletoe above you.

“Oh – come on, we’re just friends,” Laurel tried to reason, attempting to walk out from underneath the mistletoe but your boss stopped her.

“Don’t ruin tradition, Ms Lance! Just give (Y/N) a quick kiss or else you’re fired.”

“That’s not very fair.” You murmured, going to kiss Laurel on the check but being surprised when she put her glass down, cupped your face and kissed you hard on the lips.

Your boss started to cheer in a drunk manner as Laurel’s hard kiss turned soft when she began to feel more comfortable; her hands relaxing around your face as she moved her lips gently against yours. She pulled away agonisingly slow, looking at you in a way she hadn’t before.

“Wow.” Was all Laurel said before stepping back, picking up her glass again and taking a big sip. She was going to need a lot more wine if she was going to get through tonight.

LEONARD SNART (Legends of Tomorrow)

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

You and Leonards stumbled onto the Waverider, both of you attempting to help the other as you drunkenly walked through the ship. Rip was sitting in the bridge, looking as if he was going to give you a lecture but instead, he just shook his head and said nothing as he walked to his quarters.

“He should do that every day,” Leonard said with a smile, “not speak.”

You grinned, gasping when you saw the box of decorations that had been left on the table in the middle of the room.

“It’s Christmas!” you laughed, pulling the tinsel out of the box and wrapping it around you like a scarf. Leonard rolled his eyes, walking towards the box and peering to see what was inside.

“I hate holidays. Besides, how can anyone tell it’s Christmas?”

You threw a bauble at him and he easily dodged it, “don’t be such a Grinch, Leonard.”

As you shuffled through the items, playing with all the festive items and even convincing Leonard to wear a Santa’s hat, a smug smile came onto his face as he hid something behind his back.

“Shut your eyes, (Y/N).”

You stared at him suspiciously, “nope, I don’t trust you. It’s something gross, isn’t it?”

He walked towards you and you began walking backwards, both of you walking until your back hit the wall. Leonard’s face was close to yours and the smile hadn’t left his lips.

“Close your eyes.”

This time you did. And one moment later, he was kissing you. Leonard was cold and rude but this kiss was warm and gentle, everything that he wasn’t. You could taste the whiskey he’d been drinking and he could taste vodka, the combination weird but causing you to absolutely melt. You nearly whimpered when he pulled away and you saw that he was holding a mistletoe above your heads.

“Maybe I don’t hate Christmas that much after all.”

NATE HEYWOOD (Legends of Tomorrow)

Originally posted by dailydcheroes

You and Nate were in the corner of a Christmas party, scanning the crowds for any sign of Damien Darhk or the speedster. So far, you both thought you’d followed a cold lead and you and Nate were sharing fond Christmas stories from when you were growing up.

“I love Christmas,” he said, leaning against the door frame, “if it were up to me, I’d decorate the ship. Lame, I know, but I feel like it’d cheer everyone up.”

You smiled. His spirit cheered you up more than anything.

“Oh,” Nate suddenly laughed, pointing above you, “mistletoe.”

You both laughed, scanning the crowds once more but your mind didn’t leave the fact that there was a mistletoe above your head and this may be the only chance you get to kiss your crush. So, you leaned towards him, watching as his eyes widened and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

Nate was stumped as you began to pull away from the small kiss, suddenly grabbing your waist and kissing you. You gasped, dropping the glass in your hand which smashed to the ground but none of the crowd noticed as you made out in the corner of the room. You didn’t want to pull away, your hands getting tangled in Nate’s thick hair as he gripped onto your waist tightly.

“I heard a glass smash!” Jax yelled as he ran to you, slowing down as he saw you two kissing. You quickly pulled away and you awkwardly tried to flatten out your dress whilst Nate didn’t even realise how messy his hair looked.

Jax pressed the comm in his ear, shaking his head, “don’t worry, Sara. They were just swapping saliva and (Y/N) dropped her glass.”


Originally posted by the-oliverqueen

Oliver was stubborn. This wasn’t a secret but it was really beginning to affect the people around him who wanted him to be happy.

Thea and Diggle had made it their mission to get Oliver to admit that he has feelings for you. It was obvious to everyone; even you knew Oliver liked you but you decided to not try and force him to admit to anything. If he wanted to, he would.

Oliver had just finished a mission. He was tired and just wanted to get out of his uniform and then go home and sleep – he was even starting to think he might just go to sleep in the Arrowcave.

“Oliver!” Diggle yelled as he arrived, sprinting towards the doorway and stopping him from walking, “good mission, man. That move with the last guy was just… great.”

Oliver frowned, “thanks. I really just want to get going.”

“I get that but just one quick thing,” Diggle stopped him from getting past, “uh, how are you?”

“John,” he warned lowly, willing to get past him with force when your voice suddenly filled the room.

“Hey Ollie!” you yelled, jogging to join the two men in the doorway, “Thea said you wanted to talk to me?”

Just the sound of your chirpy voice cheered the angry man up but it soon processed in his mind what you’d said.

“What? I don’t need to talk –….”

Diggle suddenly stepped away from the both of you, “oh look, mistletoe.”

Oliver just wanted to go home but he knew he couldn’t unless he admitted he liked you or he kissed you. He decided to go with the latter.

You were looking confused as you looked between the mistletoe, Oliver and Diggle (who was practically running away in fear that Oliver would hurt him) and Oliver shrugged.

“I guess it’s tradition.”

And he kissed you. He considered just kissing you quickly and then falling asleep on the table but as soon as his lips met yours, something inside of him woke him up. You nearly froze in shock but Oliver eased you more into the kiss, gently placing his hands on your cheeks as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck. He felt like he could take on the world but for now, he’d just like to kiss you a little longer whilst Diggle and Thea hid around the corner and watched.

RAY PALMER (Legends of Tomorrow)

Originally posted by arrowcwgifs

The team rarely got drunk together but you were celebrating a victory and it was Christmas. The Waverider had settled in a deserted area of New York during the winter, snow sprinkling the land outside and drinks being passed around inside the ship. You sat on Ray’s shoulders as you put the star on top of the Christmas tree you’d managed to salvage and everyone cheered as you did so. It felt good for all of you to celebrate and Ray helped you back on to your feet, thoughts bubbling in his mind as to whether or not he should tell you he has feelings for you now that he’d had some alcohol. Everyone had been trying to convince him that you liked him too but he just wasn’t confident – not after all the disasters he’d had in the past.

So, Sara took it upon herself to push the genius.

After putting up the star, Ray and you were making sure that there were enough decorations on the tree and Sara danced over to the two of you with a cunning smile on her face.

“Kiss, you little lovebirds!” she sang, dangling mistletoe between the two of you and you rolled your eyes at her. Before you could say anything, Sara looked at you with a very serious expression. “You have to – it’s the law.”

Ray snorted, “it’s not the law, actu –.”

But you cut him off by pressing a firm kiss on his lips, Ray trying to figure out what to do with his hands that were just awkwardly dangling by his side. The team let out a drunken cheer, Mick yelling at Ray about how “that’s not how you kiss a woman!” which caused him to wrap his arms around you and kiss you a little harder. He smiled into the kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck, mumbling “finally” against his lips.


Originally posted by petermkay

You’ve been awkwardly avoiding this one guy all night and Roy sees him holding a mistletoe over your head so he goes up to you, takes the mistletoe and then kisses you and the guy is pretty shocked

You’d decided to go to a terrible Christmas party on the outskirts of town with your friends, only agreeing because you knew your best friend Roy was going to be there but you had instantly regretted your decision. You hadn’t been able to find Roy yet and a guy you worked with had been following you throughout the event, not picking up your pretty obvious signals that you weren’t interested and being determined to get at least a kiss out of you.

“Look, I’m not interested! Can you even take no for an answer?” you yelled over the music, turning around to the guy who was now holding up a mistletoe between the two of you. Your nose wrinkled at the sight but the people around you just attempted to shout you on, unfortunately only encouraging the man more. You looked around for an escape route, shocked when suddenly the guy was being shoved aside by none other than Roy Harper who was now holding the mistletoe instead.

“Thanks man. I’ll take it from here.” Roy yelled before turning to you, a small smile on his face as he continued to hold the mistletoe with a rather confused look on his face as to what he was meant to do with it. “Sorry I’m late!”

“No problem. Thanks for that!” you took the mistletoe from his hands and tossed it to the floor, pressing your lips against Roy’s rather giddily and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or you were just so relieved to see him you got the courage to kiss him. Either way, you were kissing him and you weren’t sure you were going to stop until he pulled away ever so slightly.

“Did you do that because you like me or are you just so relieved that I’m not that guy?”

You shrugged, “a bit of both. Can we continue kissing now?”

SARA LANCE (Legends of Tomorrow)

Originally posted by dcladiessource

Sara planted mistletoes everywhere.

In the library, the bridge, captain’s office, fabrication room, medical bay, cargo hold, engine room and even the brig. She’d placed mistletoe in every possible room and doorframe on the Waverider and still hadn’t managed to be caught underneath one with you.

“Is it just me or is there mistletoe everywhere?” Ray asked as he walked into the fabrication room, looking up at the doorframe where he spotted yet another mistletoe that had been strategically placed. Sara groaned, putting on her 20s-styled coat; at least someone had noticed.

“I put them up,” she admitted, ignoring Ray’s astonished expression, “I’ve been trying to get a reason to kiss (Y/N) and haven’t found any yet. I think she’s oblivious to my feelings for her.”

“Maybe you should just tell her you like –,” Ray stopped speaking abruptly as you walked in beside him, noticing the mistletoe just above your heads.

“Hey, how cute! A mistletoe!” you laughed before standing on your tippy-toes and kissing Ray on the cheek. His cheeks flushed pink and he tried to avoid Sara’s hard glare.

“I’m just gonna go to tell the team we’re nearly ready.”

You and Sara stood awkwardly in a doorframe at a bustling Christmas party. You were in New York, 1922. It was freezing cold, creepy men kept trying to hit on you and you couldn’t find your target. You both attempted to cheer the other up; it was Christmas there after all and it was also Christmas back home.

You swapped Christmas stories and traditions, laughing at the embarrassing things that had happened in the past and a childlike enthusiasm coming over the both of you. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Sara speak about her family, especially Laurel. For once, when she spoke about Laurel she didn’t speak about her with an angered or sad expression – she spoke about her with fondness and love.

Jax’s voice came over the comms as he told the team about your targets entering. It was now up to you and Sara to carry out the rest of the mission smoothly and just as she went to leave, she noticed you freeze up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked quickly, looking around for any sign of danger but everyone seemed to not even notice either of you were there.

You blushed, “I just didn’t realise we were under a mistletoe that whole time.”

Sara began to consider whether or not this mission was really worth doing. She knew she was going to get her ass kicked for not following the plan but she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh hell,” she said to herself before grabbing your face and kissing you fervently. Your body seemed to freeze up but you went to move forward to kiss her more but as soon as you started kissing, you stopped.

“What are you two doing? He’s getting away!” Professor Stein’s voice yelled into your ear, ruining the moment as you practically jumped a part.

You were blushing but had a small smile on your face and Sara, on the other hand, was grinning like a mad woman and she held her hand out to you.

“Come on, we can finish this later. There’s mistletoe all around the ship anyway.”


Originally posted by dailytheaqueen

Laurel was determined to cheer Thea up this Christmas holidays and she knew the best way to do that – for the two of you to get together. Thea had loved you for as long as Laurel remembered and with all the chaos going on, she deserved to have a good Christmas. Therefore, when she heard there was going to be a Christmas party she saw that as the perfectly opportunity to get the two of you stuck underneath a mistletoe and be forced to confess your feelings to one another. It seemed like a simple and easy plan but as the night and party progressed, it proved a lot harder than Laurel thought.

You and Thea kept getting caught underneath mistletoes as Laurel planned but what she didn’t plan was that you both kept getting caught with the wrong people. This meant that throughout the night Laurel was pouncing on both of you and forcing you away from the people you were meant to end up kissing and as the night started to draw to an end, she thought that maybe you two just weren’t meant to kiss. However, she was at least providing entertainment for you two.

“Laurel seems to not want me to kiss anyone.” Thea told you when you finally got time alone, “she just appears out of nowhere when I’m about to kiss someone underneath the mistletoe and then pulls me away.”

You raised an eyebrow, “that’s weird, she’s been doing the exact same thing to me all night. Do you know what her problem is?”

“Beats me. You know, we’re underneath a mistletoe now. Think we can beat Laurel to pulling us away?”

You laughed, taking a quick sip of your drink, “challenge accepted, Ms Queen.”

Ever so quickly, the two of you shared a kiss and both smiled when Laurel didn’t appear. Thea had dreamt of this moment for as long as she known you, unaware that you’d been wanting the same thing for such a long time. The kiss you shared was short but amazing, both of you pulling away and looking at one another knowingly but the moment was ruined when you heard Laurel began shouting excitedly.

“Yes! It’s about time you two finally kissed! I’ve been waiting all night for this to happen!”

WALLY WEST (The Flash)

Originally posted by bbgirlravenclaw

You get caught underneath the mistletoe with Barry and Wally sprints from the other side of the room so you can’t kiss him

Wally liked you and everyone – but you – knew it. Everyone smiled when he began talking about how brilliant you are, even inviting you around for a Christmas dinner with him, his friends and family. It was turning out to be a good night and Wally had just left to get you a drink when he walked back and saw you and Barry both giggling when you noticed the mistletoe above your heads.

You’d known about Barry and Wally being speedsters and had been involved with many of the Flash’s missions and there was nothing but friendship between you and Barry. You decided you’d just lean up and kiss him on the cheek, nothing too passionate but when you were about to kiss his cheek you heard a thud and Barry was no longer there but Wally was. He’d been pushed back away from you and Wally was in front of you, holding empty glasses as the liquid inside of them had spilled out as he ran across the room and a sheepish smile was on his face.

“I guess my feelings for you are obvious now.” Wally murmured, trying to think of what his next move should be but was shocked when you leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips.

Wally nearly threw the glasses to the floor and kissed you deeper until he became aware of the growing audience. You pulled away, a shy smile on your face as you looked around at the smiling group of people who were watching rather creepily.

“We can finish this later when no one’s watching.” You winked, leaving Wally speechless.

Into You (Clark Kent x Reader)

Based on two requests.

Your relationship with Clark had always been an intimate one. You were both very open with each other and knew how to keep each other satisfied. You knew everything about each other, or so you thought you knew everything about him.

It was no surprise that Clark had asked you to attend a charity ball that the newspaper had been invited to.

“Kent, you didn’t tell me that your plus one was going to be so stunning,“ a husky voice spoke up as Clark led you to a table at the ball. You turned around and met eyes with the man you knew to be Clark’s boss.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a smile as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. While you didn’t appreciate hearing about the way he tended to treat Clark at work, you knew that you had to play nice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Perry White,” he replied with a toothy grin as he firmly shook your hand. “You can just call me Perry, though.”

“I’m a big fan of the paper,” you admitted as you moved to grab onto Clark’s arm. You looked at him with gleaming eyes before you noticed that his attention was being drawn elsewhere. You went to glance where he was staring before Perry’s deep voice filled the air.

“Perhaps Clark should bring you in sometime, give you the scoop on how we do things,” Perry offered.

“That sounds nice, I’ve always wanted to-”

“Excuse me, I’ve just seen the founders of the charity and I really need to speak with them!” Perry exclaimed as he began to race away. “Nice to meet you!”

“That was fun,” you laughed sarcastically as you looked up to Clark again. His attention was still taken by something else, and you nudged him to bring him back to reality. He blinked dazedly before looking down at you with a forced smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just thought I saw something,” he told you softly.

“Did you want to check it out?” You asked, concern laced through your voice. “Is it a, um, superhero something?”

“No, it was nothing,” he promised with sincere eyes. He moved to press his lips against yours quickly and began to lead you back to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here,” you noted in awe as you sat down. Fairy lights danced across the ceiling, strung across the beams along with satin ribbon. Candlelight illuminated the room, showering it with an elegant quality that you had only seen in movies.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Clark said, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the table. You let out a frustrated sigh as you watched him become lost in the crowd, your eyes trailing down to the white tablecloth that was covered in a light dust of silver sparkles. It seemed like forever that you had been admiring the decorations in order to distract yourself from Clark’s absence when you finally looked around the room for him.

You felt your heart drop as your eyes landed on him talking to a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair. She was laughing at something he said, gladly accepting the drink he held out to her. He said something else and you could see the way that his eyes twinkled brightly at her. When you realized that he had no intention of returning to you any time soon, you began to head over to him.

“Where did you find the drinks?” You spoke up as you approached Clark with a sweet smile and dark eyes. You watched as he jumped lightly before turning to face you.

“I was just coming back over to you,” Clark told you softly, reaching to wrap an arm around your waist. Your slight recoil at his touch didn’t go unnoticed by him or the woman he was with.

“I’m Lois Lane,” the woman introduced herself with a dimpled smile as she stuck out her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded as you shook her hand quickly before dropping your hand back to your side. You had heard of Lois Lane from Clark and from her stories in the paper. He had talked about her briefly here and there, but each time you had felt your heart sting from the way he seemed so infatuated with her. You couldn’t deny the fact that she was a brilliant reporter, you always found yourself reading her stories right after Clark’s and marvelling at the way she could keep you at the edge of your seat no matter what she was writing about.

“Clark talks about you all the time,” she told you after a moment of awkward silence. “The way he talks about you… I know he never used to talk about me that way, I can tell that you guys are meant to be.”

“Thank you,” you told her, slowly moving away from Clark at her words. What did she mean he never used to talk about her that way?

“It was lovely talking to the both of you, but I have to finish making the rounds,” Lois said as she began to walk away. “Have a nice night!”

You and Clark responded with wishes for her to do the same. Once she was out of sight, you immediately bolted over to the bar in order to get away from Clark.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as he followed you, his hand grabbing softly onto your wrist before you pulled back.

“What did she mean that you never used to talk about her that way?” You seethed, leaning on the bar counter with a furious glare. Clark avoided eye contact, his head lowering as he stood in front of you with a guilty face.

“Lois and I were together before I met you,” he admitted, looking up at you through his glasses. “She helped me embrace the city and be confident with my writing. I owe her a lot; she helped convince Perry to publish my stories.”

“You look at her like you’re in love with her!” You exclaimed, catching the attention of a few people around you.

“I only love you!” He protested softly, moving foward. You stepped back, watching as hurt filled his face.

“I should go,” you stated, blinking back tears.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“It’s fine, have fun, we can talk later,” you told him sadly, walking away with a heavy heart.

It was about two in the morning when a knock at the door of your small apartment sent you flying out of your bed and racing to open it. You flung open the door and came face to face with the woman Clark hadn’t told you the truth about struggling to hold him up in the hallway.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s late and I probably woke you up-”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured her, moving to put one of his arms over your shoulders and help her get him to your room.

“Y/N,” Clark mumbled as you laid him on the bed.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back,” you ordered him as you left the room, Lois following closely behind you. Once in the living room, you turned to look at her with a thankful expression. “Thank you for bringing him here, it really means a lot.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I just… I want you to know that there’s nothing going on between Clark and I. It was a long time ago, and it’s strictly platonic. He does mean a lot to me, though, I’d consider him to be one of my best friends.”

“How did you know-”

“He’s an emotional drunk,” she laughed. “I found at the bar sulking about how he thought he was losing you. He told me what you thought about him and I. Clark would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, running a hand over your face. “It was that stupid green monster inside of me that made me think he would.”

“It happens to the best of us,” she told you, beginning to head to the door. “If you ever need anything, just let me know, alright?”

“I will,” you promised as she opened the door and began to walk out. “Thank you, Lois.”

With a final wave, you shut the door and quickly walked back to your bedroom where Clark was. You entered the room and a soft smile filled your face when you saw Clark sitting up in bed looking at the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as you walked in and sat on the bed beside his legs. You gave him a confused look and took one of his hands in yours. “I should have told you about Lois, and I’m sorry for making you think I have feelings for her-”

You leaned foward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. You let go of his hand so you could wrap your arms around the back of his neck and his own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of his lap.

“Don’t be sorry for anything,” you told him as you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his. You carefully took his glasses off and set them on the other side of the bed. “I got jealous when I should have trusted you.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to be jealous,” he argued, trailing his fingers down your back.

“It happens,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his again quickly. You tasted the lingering bit of alcohol in his mouth and pulled away, his mouth chasing after yours before you gave in for a moment. “I think Lois is a really great person.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk about her if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. After all, you said she helped your career, so I should be thankful for what she’s done. Besides, I think she could be a good friend.”

“You’d really be friends with me ex?”

“Weirder things have happened in my life, Clark, I mean, I am dating you,” you joked, letting out a squeal as he began to tickle your sides.

“I’m the weird one?” He laughed as he continued to tickle you. You merely nodded through your laughing, attempting to push yourself out of his arms. He stopped after a moment and pulled you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair as you calmed your heart. “Now go to sleep, you’re still drunk.”

Clark let out a laugh as you climbed off his lap and laid down beside him. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you close to him. While occasionally the two of you did fight, you always found each other again. As Lois said, the two of you were meant to be.

Undeniable Heat Chapter 49: Home Sweet Home

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary:

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Do you really have to leave?” Jared whined as you glanced around the living room, making sure all of your new furniture was exactly the way you wanted it. “I’ve kinda grown used to having you around the house, and it will be kind of lonely without you there.”

Reaching up, you patted the big man’s shoulder. “I’m gonna miss being at your place too. With your fabulous barbecues, and that wonderful guest room of yours. But it’s time for Jensen and I to be back on our own, and our house is almost finished.”

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I Do ... Not

Request: “hello again!! its the ‘angst anon’!! i’m quite proud of that title to be honest, anyways, i requested the two angsty one shots which i am absolutely loving!! anyways i want to request another incredibly angsty newt x reader (yet again) where newt is married to a woman (any of your choosing, take your pick) and she’s cheating on him and the reader finds out but newt doesn’t believe her??? please and thanks 💗”

Word Count: 2,211

Pairing: Newt x Leta

Requested by my lovely Angst Anon

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

You see it when you don’t want to, when you’re just walking to your favorite book store five blocks away. Grey clouds cover the sun, threatening a storm. That’s the only reason you’re walking so close to the shop windows. If the sun were shining, you’d be closer to the street. With the gusts of bitter wind and the smell of rain hanging heavy in the air, though, you want to be able to duck into a shop should the sky follow through on its threat and break open, drenching anyone walking in cold rain.

You’re not even halfway to the store when the first drop of rain crashes onto the concrete. You pass another few shops before the rain begins to pour. You struggle forward, trying to cover your face, but give up and slip into the first door you see.

The first thing you notice is the heat of the room followed closely by the inviting smell of espresso and hazelnut coffee. People sitting at nearby tables don’t glance at you as you venture further into the shop. Some customers have quills in one hand, drinks in another, while others in animated conversations wave their hands, filling the room with a calming chatter. You start to think you like this spot and that the storm really was a bit of a blessing when you notice the couple in the corner. They hold hands over the middle of the table, talking and laughing like they don’t even know the rest of the shop exists. You wonder for a brief moment if you’ll ever find a relationship like that. The thought disappears when the woman flips her hair.

You freeze. You know her.

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Dinner Party {Reader Insert}

Imagine: What happens when three vampires and a hybrid take a liking to the new kid in town?

Summary: Two pairs of brothers host a dinner party to celebrate the arrival of Mystic Falls’ new resident. Little do they know, the new girl isn’t all that she seems.

Request?: No, just a random thought that was inspired by this scene. Bit of a ramble if I’m honest.

Word Count: 2932.

Taglist: Do let me know if you would like to be tagged in any of my writings.

Disclaimer: The gif used is not mine, credits to the user that made it. I do not own any of the characters written about in this piece, credits to the writers and producers of TVD.

A/N: First piece of writing up! I’m not too sure if I’m all that happy with this. The idea sounded better in my head than it does on paper. But still, enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

Originally posted by damonandelena

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Sleepless || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by myjaspar

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: You can’t sleep, and so instead, you reflect on your past with Joe, and how every part of your life fell into place. 

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I switched from using ‘her’ and ‘(Y/N)’ to using simply ‘you’, thats just what felt natural idk, again, I hope thats okay xo 

It was two am, and the sirens on the streets of London were keeping a certain girl laying in a bedroom often mistaken as a porn studio due to all the camera equipment, wide awake. Her hair was a mess, knotted at the back with random strands hanging in her face that even though it was silly, she glared at like it was their fault that she couldn’t sleep.

She sits up with her back against the headboard, white duvet pulled up to her chest and her head tilted to the left as she spends a moment simply admiring the boy lying next to her. He was snuggled up tightly, with one leg under the covers and another on-top of them, something that he did almost every night and yet it never failed to amuse her.

His breathing was shallow and his eyes were barely closed, just enough to keep him in his state of sleep. His fists were clenched around random parts of the sheets and his mouth was open an inch - he was the definition of ‘sleeping beauty’.

(Y/N) purses her lips and slowly climbs off of the bed, being extra cautious with her movements as she narrowly avoided knocking over one of the gigantic umbrella lights that Joe had stored in their bedroom until he could decide where he wanted to put them.

When she finally makes it out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway, she sighs in relief and makes her way towards the bathroom, splashing some water on her face and relieving herself before leaning her elbows on the edge of the sink and staring at her reflection in the mirror.

The dark circles under her eyes were more prominent than ever, and the lack of colour in her cheeks made her frown a little as she brought the tips of her fingers up to lightly brush against her skin. She was exhausted, that was for sure, and the fact that she looked the way she felt made her feel so much worse.

Deciding that some fresh air could help clear her mind, she pulls on her robe and walks through the apartment and toward the balcony, messing with the lock for a moment before pushing the door open and walking out onto the balcony with a soft inhale of air. For a second, the cold air caressing her face and bare legs made her feel so much more human than she’d felt just a few seconds before; but then it all stopped. She was still the exhausted girl who had issues growing out of her ears.

She exhales shakily and sits down on one of the couches, curling her legs up to her chest and closing her eyes, trying to distance herself from the constant sounds of London that had proved alot harder to adjust to than she’d initially anticipated. London was beautiful, it had everything you could ever want in a city, a huge park with areas that just brought complete solace, it had thousands of restaurants and was home for every ethnicity out there.

You and Joe were childhood sweethearts. He was your first kiss and you were his, you dated for three years whilst in primary school but then were forced to break it off because a girl even more popular than you asked Joe out. You were sure back then that your heart broke as you watched him walk away, hand in hand with the girl who had labelled herself 'queen of the east playground’.

But now when you think back, you simply giggle to yourself; because everything was so much different back then. All it took for you to get over Joe was watching Zoe put sand in his bed as revenge on your behalf - and that was that. You somehow still remained as close as ever, though you no longer held hands in the playground or kissed eachother on the cheek when you were feeling particularly rebellious.

The Suggs had always been a huge part of your life, and secondary school brought around unexplored territory regarding that. People started making fun of you, saying that it was just plain weird how you could be such good friends but not date. It was the stupidest thing, for people to pick on you simply for not dating your bestfriend; but Zoe soon came to your rescue and shut each and every one of those girls up.

In year nine, every boundary you’d ever set was crossed - and it shifted the course of the future without you even realising. Joe had just broken up with his girlfriend of three months, a huge fight about how she was only using him for popularity. As his bestfriend, you were required to be there for him, even as he cried softly and repeatedly asked you questions that you just didn’t know the answers too.

You could remember that night vividly. You were walking around the Shire with your hands entwined, swinging between you as you walked - seeing who could spot the house with the best Christmas decorations first. It was cold, but you’d both wrapped up warm, especially since Graham and Zoe, who was filming a video at the time you left, insisted that you’d get ill if you didn’t wear thick enough jackets.

When you did finally find a house with the most amazing lights that you’d seen, perhaps ever, you couldn’t help but stare up at it in awe, silently wishing that one day your house could look as festive as that. Joe was sure though, as he stared at the way your long hair blew around your head, your scalp shielded with a hat, that you were more beautiful than any lights that he’d seen that night.

You could remember turning your head up to look at him, parting your lips to speak but freezing and closing your mouth when you saw the way he was staring at you. You smiled nervously and looked down at your feet, pushing your hair back behind you ears as you look up at him through your lashes shyly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because.” Was all he said, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment until he cupped your flushed cheeks in his hands and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours softly. Your eyes had widened in shock, but within seconds you melted into the kiss, you eyes fluttering closed and your arms making their way around his neck, pulling him even closer to you.

You didn’t know it back then, but Graham had decided to come and find you after you didn’t come back on time, worried that you’d gotten lost or simply just lost track of time. And he was there, watching with a knowing smile on his face as you and Joe continued to kiss, rolling his eyes and smirking as he turned around and began the short walk home.

And now here you were, years later, still just as in love with Joe as you realised you were when you pulled away and looked into his eyes that night. You look out at the view, and smile to yourself, snuggling further into your robe as a cold breeze blows over your exposed skin.

“Baby?” Joe’s groggy voice comes from the balcony door, and your turn you head to smile at him sheepishly. He rubs his eyes and walks out onto the cold floor, jogging over to the chair and lifting you up easily, taking your seat and placing you back in his lap. You push your head into the crook of his neck as he hugs you tightly. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumble, and he hums in understanding, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger subconsciously as he pushed his nose into you. You giggle and look up him with a grin. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Loving you.” He grumbles, pulling you even closer to his chest as you sigh in happiness and inhale the scent of his lingering cologne. “You remember the first time I told you that I love you?”

You smile softy and close your eyes. “Like it was yesterday.”

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Nursey Week Day 6: Dreamer


         Nursey sits on the floor of the living room, playing with Legos and trying to build the coolest castle there ever was. He considers two Legos thoughtfully, deciding eventually on a pink door over a green one.

         The castle, Nursey decides, belongs to a King and a Queen. They have a son, the Prince. The King and Queen work a lot, as kings and queens usually do, which leaves the Prince to his own devices much of the time. He wanders about the cool castle excitedly, ready to find a new secret passageway or a painting willing to have a conversation (because, in the cool castle, paintings can talk).

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