forgot to put these up the other day

exo as the types of people you see at the gym

xiumin: 

• very serious about the gym

• has two drink bottles: protein shake in one and water in the other

• sweats very easily and a lot 

• everyone admires him, he’s a favourite at the gym

• makes burpees look easy

• coaches others sometimes

CrossFitter

suho: 

• wears the top brands of sportswear

• squats for days

• gives encouragement to everyone around him

• starts a conversation each time he’s on the treadmill with the person next to him

• tried lifting more than he was capable to, got stuck under the bar. Very embarrassed when two other people had to help him out.

• enjoys the steam room

• muscles are always very sore the next day (always overdoes it)

yixing: 

• forgot his earphones 

• forgot his towels

• helps spot for other people

• irritated when people don’t put the equipment back in its original place

• assists the new gym members in using the equipment

• cleans up the area he used to its original appearance before leaving

checks himself out in the change room mirror

chanyeol:

• tank top, shorts + 1L water bottle

• focuses more on weights than anything else

• forgets leg day

• hogs the weights by exercising in front of the weight rack

• dropped a dumbbell on his foot

• grunts + yells when lifting weights or doing pull ups

• does bicep curls in front of a mirror. Counts out loud

baekhyun: 

• reluctant to come to the gym

• but he doesn’t want to waste his gym membership that he spent money on

• places a muffin in the water bottle holder on the running machines

• spends more time on his phone whilst he hogs a machine

• social butterfly

• uses equipment, doesn’t put it back properly

• once he breaks a sweat, he’s done. Flexes and takes a photo for instagram before he leaves. #sunsoutgunsout  #nopainnogain #newyearnewme

chen:

• arrives to the gym with his squad

• multiple workout playlists ready on his phone that’s on his armband

• sings as he workouts 

• makes pull ups look easy

• starts dancing on the treadmill sometimes

• fell once when he accidentally increased the speed of the treadmill too much

• takes a picture with his friends before leaving the gym #squadgoals

kyungsoo:

• does his own thing, very quiet and minds his own business

• shy about his body, wears long sleeved t shirts plus trackies

• overheats when working out. Takes many breaks to cool down

• prefers pilates + yoga

• interested in trying new equipment/machines. Too shy to ask how

• gets flustered when people compliment him and gives him encouragements

• thanks all the trainers before leaving

kai:

• “can my dogs come into the gym? it’s hot outside”

• shows up wearing jeans???

• attends many zumba classes

• became an assistant coach for his zumba classes

• lays down for a rest between each workout. falls asleep sometimes

• most of his exercise comes from walking/running with his dogs to the gym 

• “I exercised today, I will treat myself”. Eats 30 chicken nuggets at KFC

sehun:

• didn’t come at his own will, he accompanies his friends as a gym buddy

• distracts his friends by mocking them and taking selfies with them for his snapchat/instagram story

• plays with the equipment/machines since he doesn’t know how to use them

• secretly judges everyone at the gym. checks out the girls though

• brought snacks to eat 

• on his phone for most of the time, occasionally gives encouragement to his buddies

• banned from two gyms in town already

Naughty Girl - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader

Request:  Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…

WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing


Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.

Babe I’m sorry about the other day

Baby please pick up…

I’m sorrrrrrrry!

What do you want me to do?

I can bring strawberry ice cream for you 

Babbbbbby please answer me 

I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.

“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh. 

“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile. 

“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.

“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.

“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”

“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.

“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.

“See you kiddo, be safe.”

“I will, love you”

They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.

“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.

“What the hell do you think your doing y/n” 

“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.

“What the hell were you doing”

“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”

“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it. 

“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared. 

It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth. 

I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.

“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more. 

“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled. 

“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.

“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now. 

“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.

“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.

“Then don’t”

As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.

“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss. 

“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.

“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.

“Yes baby”

I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.

“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.

“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.

“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.

“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.

“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.

“J-Justin, I’m ab-”

“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever. 

“Justin?” I pant.

“Yes angel” he smirks.

“Fuck me.”

He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.

“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing. 

“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.

“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.

“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.

“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him. 

“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing. 

“Baby?” he pants.

“Yes?” I ask in the same state.

“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.


A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you 

yesterdays jam

here it is, the it crowd au that no-one asked for. cheers @jiilys and @bantasticbeasts for being legends


Remus Lupin to Lily Evans: so

Lily Evans: so

Remus Lupin: first day

Lily Evans: ya

Remus Lupin: scary

Lily Evans: mmhmm

Remus Lupin: dont be scared

Lily Evans: im not really

Remus Lupin: u should be

Lily Evans: actually now that you mention it i am kind of scared

Remus Lupin: WELL DONT BE

Lily Evans: MAKE UP UR MIND

Lily Evans: god

Lily Evans: its like having a conversation with my anxiety

Remus Lupin: dont make me fire you on your first day here

Lily Evans: pls dont

Remus Lupin: i wont

Remus Lupin: so

Remus Lupin: im putting you in i.t

Remus Lupin: bc u said on ur cv that u have a lot of experience with computers

Lily Evans: u didnt


Remus Lupin to Lily Evans: do u actually /have/ any experience with computers??

Lily Evans: emails?? n stuff

Remus Lupin: “”””emails?? n stuff”””””??

Lily Evans: ya

Lily Evans: sending emails

Lily Evans: receiving emails

Lily Evans: deleting emails

Lily Evans: i could go on

Remus Lupin: do

Lily Evans: the web

Lily Evans: using the mouse

Lily Evans: mice

Lily Evans: using mice

Lily Evans: clicking

Lily Evans: double clicking

Lily Evans: the computer screen ofc

Remus Lupin: ofc

Lily Evans: the keyboard

Lily Evans: the bit that goes on the floor

Remus Lupin: do u mean the hard drive??

Lily Evans: correct

Remus Lupin: well

Remus Lupin: u certainly seem to kno ur stuff

Lily Evans: shut up

Remus Lupin: come on lil,,,they need a new manager

Lily Evans: dont

Remus Lupin: just take the job lil

Lily Evans: ok


Lily Evans to Remus Lupin: so,,,,the people ill be working with what r they like

Remus Lupin: quite literally the worst idiots i have ever met

Lily Evans: excellent


Marlene McKinnon to James Potter: jim

James Potter: have u tried turning it off and on again

Marlene McKinnon: um

James Potter: nice talking to you mckinnon


James Potter to Sirius Black: hey can u answer the phone

Sirius Black: i could but i dont want to

James Potter: and u wonder why no-one ever comes down here

Sirius Black: probably got something to do with that 3 day old coffee stain down ur shirt

James Potter: I TOLD U ALL MY OTHER SHIRTS ARE IN THE WASH


Mary MacDonald to Sirius Black: can u help me

Sirius Black: what with

Mary MacDonald: my computers not working

Sirius Black: have u tried turning it off and on again

Mary MacDonald: yea

Sirius Black: u kno the button on the side

Mary MacDonald: yea

Sirius Black: is it glowing??

Mary MacDonald:

Sirius Black: u need to turn it on mare

Mary MacDonald: ok hang on

Mary MacDonald: how do i do that

Sirius Black: ?? the button turns it on

Mary MacDonald:

Sirius Black: ?? u do kno how a button works dont u

Sirius Black: and if u say on clothes i am going to come up there and personally murder you

Mary MacDonald: I’d like to see you try


Andromeda Black to James Potter: Hey James.

James Potter: andy!!

Andromeda Black: Don’t call me that.

James Potter: sorry

Andromeda Black: It’s OK.

Andromeda Black: I’m having some trouble with my computer.

James Potter: wouldnt u rather talk to ur cousin abt this

Andromeda Black: I could, but I don’t want to.

James Potter: u two r more alike than u know

Andromeda Black: Shut up.

James Potter: absolutely

James Potter: so what seems to be the problem

Andromeda Black: It’s not working.

James Potter: i see

James Potter: have u tried forcing an unexpected reboot??

Andromeda Black: No, let me try.

Andromeda Black: How will that help?

James Potter: well

James Potter: the driver hooks the function by patching the system call table

James Potter: and its not safe to unload it unless another thread’s abt to jump in there and do its stuff

James Potter: and u don’t want to end up in the middle of invalid memory

James Potter: hello

James Potter: andy

James Potter: uve gone havent u


James Potter to Sirius Black: i think i just managed to successfully piss of your cousin again

Sirius Black: what else is knew


Sirius Black to Mary MacDonald: u couldnt handle all this

Mary MacDonald: i could take u any day of the week black

Sirius Black: is that so

Mary MacDonald: yes

Sirius Black: really

Mary MacDonald: stop it

Sirius Black: wow

Mary MacDonald: shut up

Sirius Black: why dont u come down here and make me

Mary MacDonald: what happened to ‘you couldn’t handle all this’

Sirius Black: u think im afraid of you??

Mary MacDonald: yes

Mary MacDonald: my brand new louboutins came in the mail next week and i know exactly the right place to stick them

Sirius Black: IM NOT AFRAID OF YOU

Sirius Black: U CAN COME DOWN HERE ANY TIME AND ILL BE WAITING FOR YOU


Sirius Black to James Potter: that told her

James Potter: can u stop fighting with mary all the time ur clogging the chat rooms


Sirius Black to James Potter: honestly its about time u got back

Sirius Black: its been all ruddy go here

James Potter: really

James Potter: how many jobs have you had

Sirius Black: one


James Potter to Sirius Black: what was the job

Sirius Black: girl on fifth

James Potter: did u hit it off

Sirius Black: define “”””hit it of”””””

James Potter: did she continue to talk to u once u’d fixed her computer

Sirius Black: she gave me her number

James Potter: r u gonna call her

Sirius Black: ?? no

James Potter: so ur just gonna toss it away

James Potter: like yesterday’s jam

Sirius Black: p much yeah

Sirius Black: and i told u to stop using that analogy

Sirius Black: jam lasts for ages


Lily Evans to Remus Lupin: u have unisex toilets??

Remus Lupin: yea

Remus Lupin: for non-binary pals

Remus Lupin: and for people having affairs

Lily Evans: i see


Lily Evans to Remus Lupin: the view up here is amazing

Remus Lupin: yep

Remus Lupin: have u found the elevators yet

Lily Evans: um

Lily Evans: yea

Lily Evans: which floor am i on

Remus Lupin: ur all the way down in the basement

Lily Evans: wait what

Lily Evans: remus

Lily Evans: ur joking arent u

Lily Evans: remus

Lily Evans: remus

Lily Evans: i know ur getting these


Lily Evans to Remus Lupin: remus

Lily Evans: the lift gets stuck halfway down

Lily Evans: and the hallway is full of maintenance stuff

Lily Evans: its disgusting

Lily Evans: i think i saw a rat


Lily Evans to Remus Lupin: ITS EVEN WORSE DOWN HERE

Lily Evans: IM READING A MAGAZINE FROM 1994

Lily Evans: WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO


James Potter to Sirius Black: theres a girl outside

Sirius Black: who is she

James Potter: i have no idea

James Potter: i cant go out there sirius

James Potter: i havent washed this shirt in three days and i forgot to put on deodorant this morning

James Potter: i havent even flossed

Sirius Black: who even flosses these days

James Potter: i do

Sirius Black: right

Sirius Black: bc ur a twat

James Potter: a twat who doesnt have gingivitis

Sirius Black: shut up

James Potter: u shut up

James Potter: one of us has to go out there

Sirius Black: u do it


Marlene McKinnon to Lily Evans: everything going ok??

Lily Evans: legit they both just walked out

Lily Evans: one of them was talkin abt tolstoy

Lily Evans: the other one was like “””james shut up u’ve literally never read a book in my life”””

Marlene McKinnon: thats sirius

Marlene McKinnon: he’s my favourite

Lily Evans: then james tried to lean on his chair and slipped over

Lily Evans: he stood up and he was like “”””plenty of people come down here to visit””””

Lily Evans: sirius was like “”””who, jim??? who comes down here???? what people????””””””

Lily Evans: james threw something at him and sirius was like “””””why are you giving me the secret signal to shut up????”””””

Lily Evans: then james was like “””what can we do you for??””””

Marlene McKinnon: cringe

Lily Evans: so i told them

Lily Evans: and bolted

Marlene McKinnon: what r u doing now

Lily Evans: im hiding in my office

Marlene McKinnon: smooth


James Potter to Sirius Black: I AM THE HEAD OF THIS DEPARTMENT

Sirius Black: i thought i was

James Potter: WELL ITS ONE OF US

James Potter: ITS CERTAINLY NOT HER

James Potter: IM GOING TO GO SORT THIS OUT


James Potter to Lily Evans: i dont mean to be rude or anything but i was not informed of any changes happening to this department

Lily Evans: did they not tell you about me??

James Potter: no sir

James Potter: and for what its worth we dont need you down here

James Potter: were perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves

Lily Evans: sure

Lily Evans: you do realise you’re wearing a shirt with a coffee stain down it that looks like hasn’t been washed in weeks


James Potter to Sirius Black: IM SORRY BUT IM NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO DEAL WITH THAT WOMAN

Sirius Black: as opposed to all the other women ur able to charm over effortlessly

James Potter: im never speaking to you again

Sirius Black: dw ill deal with her


Sirius Black to Lily Evans: sounds like ur having a v important conversation there

Lily Evans: i am

Sirius Black: also

Sirius Black: just a thought

Sirius Black: do you want me to connect up your phone??

Lily Evans: bitch


Sirius Black to James Potter: she just kicked me out of her office

James Potter: serves u right

Sirius Black: u dont even know what i did

James Potter: dont have to


Sirius Black to James Potter: so basically i went in and she was “””””pretending”””””” to talk to remus

James Potter: really??

Sirius Black: really

James Potter: shes a little bit weird

Sirius Black: i just saw you spraying yourself with cold water bc u said u had “”””””a hot ear””””””

James Potter: ITS A PART OF THAT SPORTING INJURY I GOT LAST SUMMER WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME


James Potter: i cant believe she didnt even get excited when she saw the original zx 81 we have in the doorway

Sirius Black:

Sirius Black: yea, that WAS weird

Sirius Black: totally uncalled for

Sirius Black: its almost as if she doesnt know anything about computers

Sirius Black: james??

Sirius Black: james???

Sirius Black: uve dropped ur phone havent u


Lily Evans to Sirius Black: why is he screaming

Sirius Black: i told him u didnt know anything about computers and he spilt his tea all over himself

Lily Evans: jesus

Sirius Black: yea

Sirius Black: thats why he always makes two cups of tea

Lily Evans: just in case he accidentally drops the first one??

Sirius Black: yea

Lily Evans: wow


James Potter to Sirius Black: she has to go

Sirius Black: why

James Potter: heres the plan

Sirius Black: ooh ooh hang on let me sit down first

Sirius Black: ok go

James Potter: so well go in

Sirius Black: when

James Potter: in like a minute

Sirius Black: will that be enough time for me to get to know the plan??

James Potter: yknow i shouldnt have used the world plan

James Potter: ive clearly got u overexcited

Sirius Black: would “”””scheme””””” be a better word

Sirius Black: actually no thats just as exciting

James Potter: look all i was gonna say was is that we go in, i make up a load of bullocks about computers and well see if she picks up on it

Sirius Black: yea i can see why u didnt want to use the word plan

James Potter: just let me do the talking

Sirius Black: r u sure thats a good idea

James Potter: shut up


James Potter to Sirius Black: we need to get this right

James Potter: we cannot go there in half-cocked


Lily Evans to Marlene McKinnon: i can hear them outside the door

Lily Evans: theyr just,,,,gigglin


James Potter to Sirius Black: i think that went well

Sirius Black: she was pretending to send an email to lupin and you asked her if she wanted you to connect her up to the matrix

James Potter: genius

Sirius Black: and she looked at you and was like “””””u just made all that up””””

Sirius Black: then u lost ur shit and start screaming at her

Sirius Black: at which point she stood up and starting screaming at you

Sirius Black: and u stormed out

Sirius Black: what part of that screams “”””that went well””””??


Sirius Black to Lily Evans: hey do u want me to connect up your computer??

Lily Evans: fuck off


Lily Evans to EVANS KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT COMPUTERS: i cant believe ur going to tell on me

Lily Evans: ur like a pair of horrible old men

Sirius Black: what did she say

James Potter: she said were like a pair of “”””horrible old men””””

Sirius Black: SHE DIDNT


Remus Lupin to horrible old men ft lily evans: so what did u want to tell me

James Potter: well, its like this

Remus Lupin: im so proud of u guys

Remus Lupin: my i.t team

Remus Lupin: team players

Remus Lupin: every single one of you

Remus Lupin: theres no room for people who can’t act as a team in my team

Remus Lupin: u know what happens to people who cant act as a team in my team??

James Potter: what

Remus Lupin: i get security to escort them from the building

Remus Lupin: and if the security team cant escort them from the building as a team, then i fire them too

Remus Lupin: then i call recruitment and get them to look for a security team that can work as a team

Remus Lupin: then i warn them that they may have to escort the current security team from the building

Sirius Black: does this happen often to you then

Remus Lupin: anyway

Remus Lupin: what did u want to tell me

James Potter: well its just not working out

Lily Evans: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Lily Evans: hes joking

Remus Lupin: what do u mean,,,,”””not working out””””??

Lily Evans: ITS NOTHING

Lily Evans: WE ARE GETTING ON A LIKE A BIG HOUSE ON FIRE

Remus Lupin: then why did u text me

James Potter: um

Sirius Black: we installed a voice activation system on your computer

Sirius Black: it might take a while to get the pitch right but but nonetheless

Sirius Black: go ahead

Remus Lupin: wow

Remus Lupin: how exciting

Lily Evans: thats all then

Lily Evans: talk to you later


James Potter to nice save sirius: WHAT GOOD R U

James Potter: U OBVIOUSLY DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT COMPUTERS

Lily Evans: no,,,,but i can learn

Lily Evans: for example sirius,,,,,u can walk me thru what ur doing right now

Sirius Black: ;)))))))) id be delighted

Sirius Black: im just working on a very simple piece of programming software

Lily Evans: on seconds thoughts i am very busy and have better things to be doing with my time thanks bye


Mary MacDonald to Sirius Black: i hope ur ready for me bitch


Lily Evans to Sirius Black: hows your arm

Sirius Black: i never knew louboutins could hurt that much

Lily Evans: yeah

Lily Evans: imagine

Lily Evans: if i hadnt stepped in and asked her out to lunch u’d be nothing more than a pile of fabulous hair right now

Sirius Black: i owe you one evans

Lily Evans: damn right u do


Remus Lupin to FUCKHEADS GALORE: i just spent the last five hours screaming at my computer for nothing

Remus Lupin: do any of u have anything to say for yourselves

Lily Evans: have u tried turning it off and on again??

magic-gps  asked:

I donated and forgot to put my username on the form thing, but this is my request: Steve+ JARVIS, philosophical discussion

“So, JARVIS,” Steve said, spinning gently in one of the wheely chairs in Tony’s garage. “I was watching science fiction the other day.” 

“I know, Dave,” JARVIS told him, in a flat voice straight out of 2001: A Space Odyssey. Steve cracked up laughing. 

“So I was wondering, has anyone tried the old paradox question on you?” he asked. “I mean has anyone ever asked your opinion of the sentence this statement is a lie?” 

“Very early on, Sir provided me with an array of such tests,” JARVIS said. “He also presented me with questions such as what is the meaning of life and what is man’s purpose. He designed me so that rather than dedicate undue amounts of processing space to these questions, I would recognize them as statements which cannot be responded to with logic.”

“How did you answer?” Steve asked. 

“Sir provided me with options. I could dismiss the question, provide information regarding it from sources in my library, remain silent, or offer humorous answers,” JARVIS said. “I chose humorous responses, 94.3% of the time.” 

“Yeah? What kindsa jokes did you make?”  

“My subroutines for humor, including my sarcasm applet and what Sir refers to as my Smartassery Cortex, were not then what they are now,” JARVIS hedged.

“JARVIS,” Steve prompted. 

JARVIS was silent for a moment, and then a tremendous noise filled the air. It was like ten thousand farts, all in different octaves, swelling and deepening in tone until they became a single, sustained fart noise, which went on for just a little too long. 

Steve was still laughing, helplessly, when Tony arrived in the garage.

“JARVIS, what did you do to him?” he asked.

“We were having a philosophical discussion,” JARVIS replied primly, which set Steve off all over again. 

(Dreamswap) thank the insomnia

I think this is a good way to start “International Crightmoss Day”, or rather, the anniversary of it.

Here’s a little thing I wrote about how Nightmare x Cross would start in Dreamswap.

These two are such awkward nerds.


(One late night in the meme squad house…)

(Nightmare pushes the door to Cross’s room open slightly and peeks in.)

Nightmare: … hey. Cross.

Nightmare: Can I sleep in here?

(Cross looks up at him from his bed, not even asleep, and instead reading manga.)

Cross: … sure…

(Cross moves over and Nightmare gets in next to him.)

Cross: But… again? This is like…

Nightmare: … the third time this week, I know.

Nightmare: I’m having insomnia problems.

Nightmare: I… think I sleep better when I’m next to someone.

(Cross sighs, puts his manga down and turns the light off. He collapses backwards next to Nightmare…)

(… trying reeeaaally hard to keep his cool…)

Cross: (Dammit, Nightmare. You can’t keep doing this.)

Cross: (I want to cuddle you and your stupid unintentional cuteness so fricking badly.)

(Every time Nightmare walks into the room and asks for this, the feeling in Cross’s chest gets stronger.)

(Nightmare has never asked Error. No, just Cross.)

(… Nightmare glances over at Cross, sensing powerful feelings. He is normally very aware of these, but for some reason… these are a bit more comforting.)

(He closes his eyes…)


Cross: (… Great.)

(One person sleeps, but at the expense of another person’s sleep…)

(Cross lies there, staring up at the ceiling. Nightmare seems to be asleep next to him, lying on his side.)

(It’s probably been an hour…)

(Cross makes a face.)

Cross: (Well, it’s now or never, time to do something really stupid.)

(He rolls over on his side, facing Nightmare directly. His heart skips, their faces only inches apart.)

(He could get used to this.)

(He lies there, watching Nightmare sleep. Nah, this isn’t creepy at all.)

Cross: (… Nightmare looks so peaceful.)

Cross:

(He speaks very quietly, so tired he’s not really sure what he’s doing.)

Cross: Nightmare…

Cross: I love you so much…

(Nightmare shifts slightly, and Cross immediately flips over, facing the other way, his heart beating like crazy.)

Cross: (oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot, what am I doing, what if he heard–)

(Nightmare cracks open an eye behind Cross.)

(Apparently he’s been awake the whole time.)

Nightmare: um…

(Cross lets out some kind of timid cry.)

Nightmare: I… don’t think I can keep pretending to be asleep after that.

Cross: aaahhhhhhh

Nightmare: … Cross…

Nightmare: Turn back around.

(Cross takes a deep breath and turns back over, not really sure what to expect. His heart pounds even harder, Nightmare being awake now and all. They can feel each other’s breath on their faces.)

(Neither of them say a word, they just stare into each other’s eyes for quite some time.)

Cross: N…Nightmare, I… really…

Nightmare: … stop talking.

(Nightmare suddenly closes the distance between them.)

(Cross is surprised at this, but quickly begins returning it.)

(They both back away after long enough that they’re almost panting.)

Nightmare: … that was… interesting…

Cross: Aggghh, I’m sorry, I have no idea what I’m doing…

Nightmare: … me neither…

Cross:

Nightmare:

Cross: … let’s do it again.

Nightmare: Absolutely.

(They kiss again, more carefully this time. After a bit of this, Nightmare snuggles up against Cross, who somewhat awkwardly puts an arm around him.)

Nightmare: We should go to sleep…

Cross: We can try…

(They lie there quietly.)

Nightmare: Um… Cross…

Cross: What’s up?

Nightmare: I forgot to tell you this…

Nightmare: I love you too.

(Cross laughs.)

Cross: You got your point across.

Nightmare: … that’s good.

Cross:

Nightmare: … let’s try to sleep now.

Cross: Yeah, we should probably do that…


Error: and that’s how they started dating

Ink: holy sh#t took them long enough

anonymous asked:

Scenario: Voltron Team movie night, everyone is watching some unspecified movie, when Lance's crush (aka Reader) falls asleep and ends up leaning against him.

Hello! It’s mod Enki again. :0 I decided to put this in a domestic AU kind of idea so there would be more content. I hope that’s okay!

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It was I regular day much like any other. You farted around doing chores around the house and did other mundane tasks like finally getting around to emailing some guy about a topic you forgot ages ago. That task in itself took more time than all your other chores combined and honestly left you mentally exhausted. You mulled over going out and getting a bite to eat before attempting to do anything else. As you sat completely useless on the couch due to your indecisiveness, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out to glance at the screen assuming it was a wrong number since no one ever texted you. Your eyes widened slightly. It wasn’t a wrong number but you certainly didn’t recognize it. The preview message told you all that you needed to know. 

“Hey (Y/N)! It’s Lance, I just wanted to…”

You unlocked your phone and read the full text expecting some cheesy one-liner but were surprised to find not a single one. He did remind you of the fact that tonight was movie night with the rest of the gang and that everyone was supposed to bring something. Groaning you typed in a short reply and hit send before smelling yourself. You had completely forgotten about the whole thing and you were not in any shape to be around any other human being. You had also spent almost your entire day doing chores so the movie night was going to start in at least an hour. The idea of getting a bite to eat was scrapped and you bounded to your shower as fast as you could to get rid of your hazardous body odor. Everyone was supposed to go over to Pidge’s house because she had managed to rig up a killer surround system. It made you pretty excited knowing how good Pidge was with all her tech so tonight’s movie night was definitely going to be super fun. 

Once you had completed your shower and thrown on some clothes, plus performing other hygienic tasks, you finally decided to get a bite to eat from your kitchen. It had to be quick considering you still had to go out and get something to bring. Chips and a some soda would be good right? You didn’t doubt that everyone else would be bringing popcorn so might as well stay the safe course and bring chips. They’re just as addicting as popcorn is when watching a movie and the paladins will eat anything you put in front of them really. Anything from Earth anyways. After wolfing down a cup of noddles like the healthy person you were, you grabbed your keys and departed from your humble abode. 

You sped to the nearest convenience store and nearly hit a pedestrian on the way there. They quickly became someone who didn’t wave with all their fingers and you contemplated actually hitting them. You decided to be a good citizen and continued on your way. You sprinted to the entrance and through the automatic door like a lunatic before grabbing all your required goods in record time. You practically slammed your things down on the conveyor belt earning a concerned look from the cashier. Apologizing you quickly payed for your things and left as quickly as you’d arrived. If you hurried you’d get there right on time. So you hauled your ass as fast you could legall-ishly could. 

Much to your joy you had managed to get there at the time you predicted you would. With arm fulls of goodies you somehow managed to ring the door bell and the door swung open. Peeking over the bags you saw Lance with a smug grin on his face. You braced yourself for the bomb drop that would be his just as equally smug remark. 

“Oh, (Y/N)! Is this all for me? Why, you shouldn’t have!” He cooed. You rolled your eyes.

“Just let me through you turd, I’ve got a lot of stuff.” You responded pushing your way through. 

As you made your way through the house to the snack table you got a plethora of greetings from everyone else. Setting down your things you eyed the big screen and the amount of speakers located all around. Whistling appreciatively you watched as Pidge came over to greet you. 

“We almost thought you wouldn’t make it. You didn’t forget did you?” She asked coyly. 

“What? O-of course not! I just lost track of time…” You stuttered trying to come up with a cover. 

“Oh yeah? Well, your shirt’s inside out. Just letting you know.” She pointed out. 

As she walked away you mentally kicked yourself for just throwing on the nearest shirt. You opened a bag of chips before pouring them into one of the large bowls set out. Once you had acquired your absurd amount of chips you made your way to the couch to the only open spot on the end by none other than Lance. If the movie didn’t keep you from falling asleep he would. A yawn escaped you as you plopped down beside him. 

“Hey, no yawning!” He said lightly jabbing you in your side. 

“I can’t help it.” You whined rubbing the sleepy tears from your eyes. 

You continued to have idle chat with Lance for the remainder of the time before everyone was settled down enough to start the movie. By that time you were struggling to keep the conversation going with Lance without yawning every 2 seconds. You were half tempted to ask Pidge if she had some instant coffee you could quickly heat up in the microwave but decided against it. Besides, there was no way you’d fall asleep during the movie. No one in the group liked anything super boring and mushy. The movie no doubt was going to be action packed. 

To your joy when the title screen popped up you could tell it was going to be a horror movie. At least you’d stay awake being scared right? Horror movies are the best cure to being sleepy so you had nothing to worry about. Oh how wrong you were. Any jump scare that popped up on screen had about the same effect as someone blowing on your face. In all honesty you felt pretty close to nothing. Lance sat next to you and although he tried to play the whole bravado act you could tell he was scared. Not you though, you sat about as immovable as a sack of potatoes. 

That’s when you started to doze off. Your head kept dropping causing you to yank it back up while fighting the urge to sleep. It went on for a while and you weren’t quite sure when you had passed the hell out but you did. And you somehow managed to pass out on Lance of all people. Not the arm of the couch, the one person you were sitting next to was what you had managed to fall asleep on. No one noticed except for the boy himself since the room was extremely dark save the light from the screen. And now about a million thoughts were running through his head. What should he do? Wake you up? Let you sleep? Did you choose to fall asleep on him? Was this intentional? An accident? 

Lance felt his face getting warmer and he started to fidget with his hands as he nervously tried to think of what to do. He was no longer watching the movie and all his focus was on you so he swallowed hard before attempting to nudge you awake to no avail. You were in a pretty dead sleep and it looked like you weren’t going to be awake until movie night ended. Not that he minded in this case. He’d been trying to chat you up all day and had somehow managed to convince Pidge to give him your number. She was pretty skeptical about the idea but gave it nonetheless. He wanted it for obvious reasons, that being that he totally liked you and now having his crush asleep on his should was a little too much for him.

He glanced around at the others making sure they were watching the movie and not him. Slowly he leaned his head to the side until it snugly rested on your own. He then glanced back as best he could at the others before locking eyes with Pidge who had the smugest look on her face. Lance mouthed out, “don’t you dare,” before giving her a small glare. She rolled her eyes and mouthed back, “You owe me,” and went back to watching the movie. 

Lance closed his own eyes to try and better enjoy this little moment he was sharing with you until he ultimately ended up joining you in a much needed cat nap. 

I Don’t Love You Anymore (pt. 2)

You can find part 1 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 1

Y/N,

I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.

Cal.

I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.

                                             

Six Weeks Later

I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt.  “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–

I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.

One Week Before Breakup

“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t  want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”

“Is it me?” I interrupt,  “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his “I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”

Currently

We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.


A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably  /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3

Messenger Pigeon

Originally posted by harryeclipse

i’m not exactly sure where i got the idea for this from but i loved writing it so much it’s so fluffy and cute, i hope you enjoy it x


Harry and I’s son, Mason, meant the entire world to us. There was absolutely nothing we wouldn’t do for him. As much as we spoiled him, you would think that he’d act like a brat, but people always told us he was the sweetest, smartest kid they had ever met. With Harry and I being extreme busy a few days a week for our jobs, most of the time Harry was in the study and I was in the living room or our bedroom. And instead of texting each other when we had something to say, we just used Mason as a messenger pigeon. Most kids would be annoyed by running back and forth between rooms instead of playing, but Mason loved it. He even wanted to do it when we didn’t need him to, and it’s the cutest thing.

“Mason, honey?” I called from the room, typing away on my laptop, hearing the pitter patter of little feet almost immediately.

“Yeah?” He said as he stood in the door frame.

“Can you tell Daddy to send Momma the files he was talking about earlier?” I requested. The four-year-old nodded happily, then walked away.

After a short while, he came back. “He said he doesn’t know what you mean.”

I sighed, then said, “Tell him it’s the one with the numbers from last month.”

He walked away again, then came back soon after. “He said he sent them, and the he asked you when the meeting is tomorrow.”

I thought for a moment. “Oh, it’s at 11:30. Thanks bubba.”

“You’re welcome, Momma.” He grinned, then walked back to Harry.

While most of the time the things we exchange between our son was normal things, mainly pertaining to work, there were also times where Mason told us things the other had said that he probably shouldn’t have heard.

One day, I was in the room just watching tv, when Mason came in and climbed up the bed to sit next to me.

“What’s going on, cutie?” I asked him, tickling him.

“Nothing,” He said between giggles, sighing when I stopped.

“You just wanted to hang out with me?” I assumed, and he nodded.

I put my arm around him as he leaned his head on my shoulder.

“I almost forgot!” He gasped, sitting up just enough to look at me. “You know when Uncle Niall and Uncle Nick were here yesterday?”

I laughed at him. “Yeah?”

“Well, I only heard one part of what Daddy said because he was being very quiet, but he said something and I don’t really get it.”

I gave him a questioning look. “What did he say?”

“Um,” He drawled out, putting a finger on his chin, something he’d seen on tv and started doing. “He said, ‘how do I tell her?’… and 'what if she cries?’”

I didn’t know what to think of what I was being told. I assumed that Harry was asking Niall and Nick for advice on something, maybe he had to do with me? I mean, what did he have to say that I would cry over?

“Are you okay, Momma?” Mason wondered, a look of worry on his face.

“I’m fine, bubba, thank you.” I assured him, hugging him as my mind raced a mile a minute.



Niall had offered to babysit Mason the next day, claiming that Harry and I “don’t get enough alone time”. So when he came over, and Harry was preoccupied with playing around with Mason, I pulled Niall aside.

“So, uh, Mason told me something yesterday, and I don’t really know what to make of it.” I started.

Niall looked at me confusingly. “What’d he say?”

I hesitated, then said, “He told me that when Harry was talking to you and Nick the other day, he said things like 'how do I tell her?’ and 'what if she cries?’”

Niall’s look of confusion turned into a nervous one. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I can’t tell you anything about that. You’ll have to wait for Harry to bring it up.”

Before I could say anything, Harry came over to join us, Mason on his hip.

“What are you two talking about?” Harry asked, a big smile on his face.

“I was just telling Niall that he better take care of my baby, because he means way too much to me.” I fibbed, poking Mason’s dimple that resembled the ones his father had.

Niall chuckled, taking Mason into his arms. “Don’t worry you two, me and this little lad will be just fine.”

“Are we gonna watch the golf channel?” Mason asked excitedly.

Niall scoffed playfully. “Uh, of course we are. What else would we do?”

“Yay!” Mason exclaimed, causing us all to laugh.

We walked them to the door, giving Niall a bag of Mason’s stuff and saying our goodbyes.

I tried to hold it in and not bring it up, but by the time we had eaten dinner and watched a movie, I could barely contain myself.

“Harry, can I ask you something?” I spoke up after a while of silence.

“Of course, love,” He said as he muted the tv, giving me his undivided attention.

I sighed. “Yesterday, Mason told me he had eavesdropped on your conversation with Niall and Nick, and you said somethings that kind of concern me.”

“Like what?” He asked, seeming just as nervous as I was.

“Like, you asking how you were going to tell me something. And you asking if I’d cry because of it.” I told him.

He didn’t say anything at first, so I spoke again.

“Listen, if you did something, just tell me. We’ve been together way too long for you to keep secrets from me. I’m kind of upset that you’re not only keeping things from me, but also that our son overheard what you said.”

I looked up from the floor to see him slowly starting to smirk at me.

“What?” I questioned him.

He exhaled, leaning toward the coffee table and pulling out the drawer, taking a ring box out of it. I was in complete shock as he held it in his hands, smiling as he looked between it and me.

“I was actually asking them advice on how to propose to you, because I was thinking of doing some… grand gesture or something. But they agreed we didn’t need all of that, and that I should just do it when the moment felt right.” I looked at him sheepishly as he shook his head, laughing lightly. “Was I expecting to do this a little differently? Yes. But I realize that this, right now, is the perfect moment. That, and I didn’t want you to continue thinking I had done something wrong.”

“I’m sorry I accused you like that,” I said quietly. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, it just sounded bad out of context.”

He waved me off, then took my hand as he looked into my eyes. “(Y/n), I love you with every fiber of my being. You mean the universe to me, you gave me the most beautiful child, and I want nothing more than to have the honor of calling you my wife. Will you marry me?”

“I’d love to,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes as he opened the box and put the ring on my finger. It was absolutely stunning, and I hugged him tightly as I cried.

“Please don’t cry,” He chuckled. “I’m going to cry if you don’t stop.”

“I’m sorry,” I said as I pulled away slightly, kissing him then looking at my ring again.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said proudly.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed.

“I got it because it reminded me of you; gorgeous and perfect.”

It took everything I had not to start crying again, and it seemed like he knew as he brought me into his arms.

“I love you so much, Harry.” I beamed.

He smiled back. “I love you so much more, (y/n.)”


if you have any imagine ideas feel free to request them, requests are always open x

Thank you to the very lovely @theoptimisticnewyorker for the SD&S tag!  I will pass along the tag to @fortheloveofmango, @runningforbiscuits, and @runningfortheriesling.

I got home a bit late, so I rushed to get dressed for the gym…and as I was walking out the door, I got a text from the husband that he forgot there was a work sponsored happy hour for employees and their significant others tonight at Top Golf.  I guess I’ll be making up this gym day on Friday because I won’t have time to do boot camp and get home and clean up enough to be presentable.  I haven’t been to one of the husband’s work functions since the holiday party in December. There are some new people in his group since then, so it’ll be nice to put faces with names.  Also, free food and drinks and no cooking?  Sounds perfect!

ONE MORE DAY of work until I’m out until August 14th!!!! *praise hands* I am SO ready!! I cannot wait to spend some leisurely time in nature seeing all the beautiful sights and enjoying more humane temperature conditions!!  This 100+ business is THE WORST! 

However, I am really sad that tomorrow will be my last day working with Wayne (his last day is actually the 11th, but I’ll be gone)…it’s the end of an era! I like the “new Wayne,” Joel, but still…working with Wayne is the best ever and I’m going to miss him terribly!  At least he’s still in gym book club; he is going to be our family tennis instructor starting in the fall, and he just signed up for our favorite annual 5k with me for November.  My friend Michelle hasn’t worked there in almost two years and we’re still super close and see each other often, so it’s not the end of the world.  I know this logically, but we all spend so much time at work…it’s so nice when we work with people who are our people!

Old Friends (3/?)

Summary:

  y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?  

Warnings: Swearing, sexual tension, a little bit of drama

Pairings: Sam WIlson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x  Reader, Avengers x Reader

1 Week Later…

    “I seriously didn’t think dress shopping would be so stressful.” You sit down on one of the chairs placed next to the fitting room in the store Natasha and Wanda dragged you into. Wanda comes up next to you and lays a hand on your shoulder, “Come on y/n, it’s not that bad! Besides, you can’t even complain; Tony is paying for your dress, so enjoy it!” You look up and see her smiling down at you and a smile appears on your face as well. Damn it Wanda, why are you so adorable?

  It’s been a week since Tony announced that he was was throwing what he referred to as your “Welcome Party” (Sam told you that Stark just loves looking for reasons to throw giant parties). Tony made it a black tie event and you’re really excited. Well you were, before the stress of dress shopping took over. You took a deep breath and stood up from the chair, heading towards a rack of dresses you hadn’t looked at yet. As you are flipping through the dresses, you hear Nat call you from the other side of the store.

  “Y/n come here, I think we found one you might like!” Oh no, please don’t have ruffles like the last one. Nat and Wanda have great taste, there was just a couple dresses that were weird and you  wondered why people would ever buy them. You stroll over to the girls ready to hate the dress, but to when you saw it, you couldn’t stop staring at it . It was a long, black lace dress. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, and looked very form fitting. I love it. Oh my Gosh I love it, but what if it doesn’t look right?

  No one says anything, so you take the dress from Natasha and make your way to the fitting room. You can hear Nat and Wanda outside your room. They already have their dresses picked out back at the tower, this shopping trip with them is all about you. Not that you hate that, but it just makes you feel weird. It has been awhile since you’ve been close friends with other girls. You don’t consider the girls you talk to at work friends, you’ve only went out with them a couple times when you and Sam weren’t talking. And those couple times were okay, but they were nothing compared to being with your best friend back in your hometown. Maybe it’s time for a trip home… the sound of Wanda calling your name knocks you out of your thoughts.

  “Y/n, did you put it on yet? We want to see it!”

  “No. Hold on, Wanda!”

   You unzip the dress and step into it. You start pulling it up your body until it reaches the top of your chest, you turn around to zip it back up and close your eyes. Breathe. You turn back around and look in the mirror. Well damn. The dress fits perfectly. You smooth your hands down the body of the dress. It hugs all your curves right, and even makes your breasts look pretty damn hot. You twirl around to see how the back looks, and it’s even better. The back of the dress dips down to your lower back, and it outlines the shape of your ass perfectly. Thank God for squats. You can feel yourself starting to smile like an idiot. You’ve never felt this honest to God beautiful in a dress before. You whip the fitting room door open and strut out in front of Wanda and Nat.

   “Well guys, you found the perfect dress!” You smiled and twirled yourself again for you friends. When you turn back to face them, they both have huge smiles and Wanda is clapping.

  “OH MY GOD Y/N! It’s perfect! Barnes is going to lose it!” Her and Natasha start giggling and you just tilt your head to the side from your confusion.

   “Whoa whoa whoa! Who said anything about Bucky, guys?” You are genuinely confused as to why they would think that. Do they all think I have a thing for Buck? He’s the one that’s all over me, I just like fucking with him! Great.

  “Will you calm down? We all see the way that he looks at you y/n. And the flirting, it’s disgusting. Just put the man out of his misery and do something!” You shoot Nat a death glare and go back into the fitting room. You hear Nat’s phone go off and 20 seconds later you hear her curse under her breath.

  “Who ya talking to, Nattie?” you ask as you walk out. Natasha has a hard look on her face and Wanda’s face almost looks identical.

  “What’s wrong?”  Oh no, what could have happened? I wonder if the boys got back okay from their mission…? Five million different and horrible scenarios play in your head about what could be wrong, but then you hear Wanda.

  “Y/n, everyone is fine, calm down.” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Nat grabs her purse and your dress from you and walks straight to the checkout. You give Wanda a confused look and she just shakes her head and follows behind Natasha. When you all got in the car its silent at first, until Natasha finally talks.

  “It appears there are going to be a few… special guests at Tony’s party tomorrow night.”  She looks over at Wanda and you follow her gaze. Wanda is sitting in the front seat with her forehead pressed against the car’s window.  Why does she look so upset?

“Okay, and who exactly are these special guests, and why is it making you and Wanda so upset?”

  Natasha sighs and takes a minute before she answers. “The Secretary of State, Ross, and some of his employees.”  How did you know that name? It sounds so familiar…OH SHIT.

  “Please tell me it’s not the same man that started the Accord fiasco, and put our friends in a floating fucking jail?” Now you were mad. Why would Tony even invite him?

“Tony thought it would be a good idea for Ross to see everyone behaving, but I’m not too fond of the idea either, y/n.” Natasha’s voice is cold, but not angry.

  “No one is going to be fond of this idea, Natasha.” Wanda’s voice surprises you; it was such a harsh tone. You have never heard her like this before. But can I blame her? This man put her in a floating prison and muzzled her. What a dickbag. He better hope he doesn’t cross my path tomorrow night. The rest of the car ride is silent, but your worries about tomorrow swirling around your mind couldn’t be any louder.

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The Next Day…

   You spend the entire next day with Wanda and Natasha. The day flew by while you were doing each other’s hair and makeup, and you spent the day trying to prepare for the worst in case anything happened with Ross. You didn’t see any of the guys all day. Hmm I wonder if they got back from the mission alright?

  “They are fine y/n, hurry up. We’re ready!” she hollered from the other room. Damn, I forgot she can hear my thoughts. Stupid Wanda. You hear her laughing from the other room, she must have heard that, too.  You turn to the mirror and take one final look at yourself before you go to the party. Wanda had ended up putting your hair in a low, messy bun. And Nat did your makeup perfectly; she gave you the perfect winged eyeliner, a little lip gloss, and some blush. You all got dressed at the same time and you can’t wait to see their dress on them!  Well, this is it. You walk out of the room you were in, you see Wanda and Nat and your mouth falls open. Well hot damn.

  “YOU GUYS LOOK INCREDIBLE.” You couldn’t help but shout. They look like models! Nat had straightened her hair, with a light smokey eye as her makeup. Her dress was black, long sleeved, and flowy. It was a little higher than her knee, and had mesh strips at her neckline and towards the bottom. She winks at you and walks past you towards the elevator. Wanda was standing there, blushing and fidgeting with her fingers.

  “Do you think this looks okay, y/n?” she asked. She was fidgeting with her fingers, so you grab her hands in yours.

  “Wanda you look beautiful!” She had her hair down in big curls, and a little eyeliner on. She smiled at you and you twirl your finger around signaling her to spin so you could see the full dress. When she did, you are even more amazed. Her dress was perfect for her. It had thin straps that crossed on her back. The dress was a deep red with a narrow plunging neckline. The hemline was high-low and showed off her red heels. Overall, she was just a picture of absolute beauty; they both were. The three of you get into the elevator and click the highest floor, or as Nat called it ‘Tony’s party floor’. Geez, does Tony have a floor for everything?

  The elevator let you guys out into a small hallway and you all step out. Wanda and Nat start walking towards the opening at the end of the hall. You can already see the bar as you start walking with them and enter the room. Holy Hell, Tony. The room was enormous. You have never seen ceilings this tall, and the decorations are beautiful. One of the walls is only made up of a single pane of glass, looking out onto a balcony that is lit with little silver lights. You are so distracted looking around at all the people and decorations, you aren’t even aware of Tony walking up to you or the girls walking to the bar.

   “Well well, you look absolutely stunning, Y/n.” You turn and smile at Tony and pull him by his jacket into a hug.

  “Why thank you Tony, you clean up pretty well yourself.” He smiles and hugs you tighter. When he lets go, you look around the room and notice there are a lot of people looking your way. You nervously smooth down your dress and look for the girls or Sam. You find Sam first; he’s across the room talking to Tony’s friend, Rhodey. He waves you over and you awkwardly make your way through the crowd over to him. You walk up and Sam whistles.

 "Well damn Y/n, that dress should be illegal.“ Sam wiggles his eyes and winks at you. You roll your eyes and hug him and then Rhodey. So far everything seems to be okay. You make your way around and find Thor and Steve talking to Tony, and then you see Nat with Clint, Wanda and Vision. Aw, a cute double date. Too bad Clint has to be married. Way to ruin it, Papa Bird.  You saw Wanda laugh and knew she heard your thoughts. You wave to all of them and continue on you way to the bar. On the way there, people keep complimenting your dress and you can’t help but blush. You finally make your way to the bar and ask for a double whiskey. As you’re waiting for you drink, you feel a hand slink its way around your waist. You whip around and see Bucky standing next to you with a giant smile.

"I don’t think I have ever seen someone so beautiful, y/n.” You blush and look away. Control yourself, he’s probably said to to at least five other girls.

  You take a second to collect yourself before responding to Bucky. “Thank you, Buck. That suit looks perfect on you.“ You smile and turn back towards to bar to grab your drink. You stark to pull away but Bucky steps in front of you and slides both of his hands around your waist. You can feel the difference between the heat from his right hand and the cool metal of his left.

  "Yeah, but I bet it would look even better on my flo-” You cut him off with a laugh and accidently let a snort out. Bucky looks confused and you just smile.

  “If you were going to say it would look better on your floor, you really need to step up your game, honey. ” You get an idea and let a smirk make its way to your face. You lean up so you’re near his ear and whisper, “And you’d better hurry too, because you’ve got competition.”  When you start leaning back down you leave a path of 3 kisses trailing down his neck and hear him let out a little growl. Did he just growl? Why was that even hot? So weird. You step back and look into his eyes. He goes to say something, but a voice behind him cuts him off.

  “Y/n, come with me! I have some people I want you to meet!” Tony grabs you hand and loops it into his arm. As you walk away, you turn back towards Bucky and mouth “competition” and see his face drop. Y/n - 2, Bucky - 0.

  You laugh to yourself and follow Tony around to the group of people he wants you to meet. You meet a couple business men and their wives, some lawyers, and just some random people you don’t even know how Tony knows. But then Tony pulls you in front of a group of older looking men, he shakes all their hands and then steps aside to introduce you.

  “Y/n, this is Secretary of State Ross and some of his employees.” You eyes don’t leave Ross’s as Tony points to the other two men, in fact you don’t even catch their names. And you don’t care. You stick around and listen to the men’s conversation which just sounded boring as hell. But Ross’s tone is what did it in for you. How much power does this prick think he has? After 10 minutes, you excuse yourself. You walk away and go sit by Wanda and Vision. Well that killed the night. Fuck Ross. You stay by Vis and Wanda for a while until you see that people are starting to dance. It’s cute. You get Vis to ask Wanda to dance. She blushes and winks at you as they make their way to the dance floor. You decide it’s time for another drink and make your way back to the bar. You’ve see the team at random points in the night, either talking, playing pool, or drinking. After a another glass of whiskey, you make your way towards the ladies room in the hallway with the elevator. As you’re rounding the corner, you hear a couple voices whispering. You don’t recognize the first voice, but the second one hits you like a train. Ross. So you listen in closer.

  “What if you can’t get them to agree this time?” The first voice says.

  “I’ll just have to give Stark a little push again, then they’ll sign. They won’t have a choice this time,” Ross whispered.

  “How do you plan on doing that? Paying off another women to pretend her son died somewhere near Stark? I don’t think you’ll get that lucky again Ross.”

  Oh my God. Oh my god. The kid Tony thought was killed in Sokovia. The reason he pushed the accords so hard on the team. ROSS SET IT UP. You hear footsteps coming and panic. You continue walking, trying not to look suspicious. You say hello to all of them as you go into the women’s room.  How do I tell the team? What if I just heard it wrong? What are they trying to make the avengers agree to now? You try to breath and relax. After a couple minutes, you make your way back to the bar. As you walk up you see Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky talking to Ross and his friends. Oh God. please don’t break out into a fist fight. Please.

  Steve and Sam start to walk away but Bucky turns back to the bar. You get closer, and as you do you hear one of  Ross’s friends (you think his name was Dan) speak to Bucky.

  “I didn’t know they let murderers come to parties Barnes. Tell me, what’s it like to be the disgusting criminal?” You hear Ross laugh and that did it.  OH fuck no. You move faster that you thought would be possible in your dress and put yourself between Bucky and Dan.

  “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” You ask innocently.

 Dan just smirks and takes a step closer, “Yeah sweetheart, I was just wondering how a man like Barnes thinks he has a right to be here.”

  You step even closer to him and shove him. “A man like Barnes deserves to be here because he is an innocent, brave man. He was painted as a monster because of asswipes like you and your friends. The difference between you and Barnes is that he didn’t have control over the things he did. You, willingly, are a fucking murderer. So before you go and open your fucking mouth to speak against him, you’d better rethink it, because I won’t think twice about shoving my four inch heel up your ass if your next words aren’t an apology to James Buchanan Barnes.” You don’t realize how loud you voice was until you look around and see everyone staring at you. Dan looks at you with wide eyes, but still doesn’t say anything.

  “I’m not hearing an apology Dan.” You tap your shoe against the floor and cross your arms. You really want to look back at Bucky, but not until he gets an apology.

  Ross steps forward in front of Dan and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Miss Y/n, everyone is entitled to their opinions.You can’t call someone out because you don’t share their feelings. And you are in no position to make threats.” Wanna Bet?

  “Well Ross, why don’t you take your opinionated  friends and see yourself out. This is Bucky’s home, and he will not be disrespected in it. So either see yourself out, or I can have you thrown out. This is a home for heroes, not people with such low morals like you and your friends. Your choice, but I’d choose quickly. I’m not feeling very generous right now.” Now you look back at Bucky and see his eyes wide, and a hint of a smile on his lips. Behind him are Sam and Steve, ready to jump in if needed.

  Ross and his friends decide to show themselves out, and the party dies down after that. You feel bad for making it weird, but there was no way you are going to let someone talk like that to Bucky.   I need air. You walk past everyone, including the team, and head for the balcony. Tony grabs your arm and goes to say something but you wave him off. You get to the balcony and lean over the railing and take a deep breathe.  You are out there for a good five minutes before you hear the door opening.

  “You know, I’ve never seen a better view than what I’m seeing right now.” Of course Bucky would come find you.

  “You’d better be referring to the city and not my ass, Barnes.” You turn around and lean your back against the rail.

  “And if I was talking about both, Doll?” He smirks and comes to stand in front of you. You laugh and roll your eyes.

  “Well I’d have to agree with you then; the city is beautiful, and my ass does look pretty good in this dress.” Buck lets out a loud laugh and takes another step closer to you.

   “Thank you, for what you said in there. Thank you for not being afraid of me.“ He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. When did he get this close? I swear he wasn’t this close a second ago.

   You shyly look down “You’re welcome Bucky,” you say. “You deserve to be treated like a regular person. You may not be the same Bucky from the 40’s, but you aren’t the machine Hydra turned you into. You are you, a hero, a kind hearted and brave pain in the ass. But you aren’t a monster. People will see you how I do someday, even if it’s not right now. ” You are still looking at down, but you know bucky is smiling. You feel two cold finger under your chin, and let them guide you face back up to look at Bucky. He is even closer now, and he’s getting closer every second. He leans his head down, so his lips are hovering right above yours. This isn’t happening. Sam is going to kill me. But fuck it, please kiss me. You lean up a little more, and right as his lips are about to touch yours, Tony’s voice ruins it.

   “Barnes, I need a word with you.” Tony says quietly. Bucky pulls away from you looks at Tony.

   “Maybe next time, Barnes,” You whisper and glare at Tony. He rolls his eyes.

   “I’m here to apologize about what happened in there. Put the claws away, kitten.“ Bucky laughs and you start to walk away from them.

  "I think we’re going to keep that nickname, kitten.” You look back at Bucky as he says this and he winks at you. Are you kidding me?  You roll your eyes and walk inside and back to the team.  They are all sitting on the couch looking much more relaxed. The guys’ ties were all loosened and the girls’ heels are off. You plop next to Steve and he pulls you into a hug.

   “Thank you for standing up for him, y/n. Not a lot of people see him how we do.” You just nod and lean into Steve. The team starts talking and you space out. What about what I heard Ross say, about tricking Tony? When do I tell them ? What’s going to happen? Your thoughts get cut off by FRIDAY speaking.

   “Sir, Secretary Ross is requesting a meeting tomorrow, and would like everyone to be there.” Tomorrow, I have to tell them tomorrow. Looks like I’m crashing a government meeting. What could go wrong?



 @agentraven007, Thank you for helping xoxo

Leggings, crop tops and memes

Request: 1, I love you 2, can you do a jered kleinman and chubby reader where the reader is always wearing clothes “not for her body type” and you know, that stuff thanks byeeeee love ya
(A/N: awwww thank you!! I love you too!Also, I fucking love my meme son. I also apologize for all of the dead memes)

Over the summer between junior and senior year, two very important things happened. You got a rush of confidence and your best friend since fifth grade, Jared Kleinman, finally asked you to be his girlfriend. This boy was absolutely in love and sent you memes every day. That meant a lot because they weren’t his normal memes, they were the ‘I love my girlfriend’ memes. It was actually really sweet.

Back to the point. Ever since you’d started dating, he made you feel…just beautiful. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he complimented you everyday and did The Most™ to make sure you knew that you were amazing. You’d always known that you were chubbier that other girls, but you forgot everything anyone had said to try and put you down when he cuddled up with you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder. You were getting ready for your first day of senior year, deciding on leggings, a spaghetti strap undershirt and a crop top to go on top.

You smile as you walk out the front door, Jared filming you. “Daaamnnn (Y/N), back at it again with being the most perfect person to ever exist!” He shouts as you roll your eyes. “Shut up, Kleinman. That’s a dead meme, and you of all people should know that.” You laugh, taking his hand as he walks you to the car. As he drives,he turns on the radio, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ coming on. You laugh as you look at him “two dead memes within the past thirty minutes! I think this is a sign that it’s going to be a bad year.” You laugh.

He shakes his head, pushing up his glasses. “It clearly means that it’s going to be a great year!” He snorts, poking your shoulder. You get to the school, taking a deep breath as you get out of his car. Jared immediately swoops you up and you let out a shriek. He sets you down and you laugh, your smile fading and your laughter stopping as you feel people look at you. You hear a couple of girls talking about you not so quietly. “I can practically see her muffin top from here.” They snicker. Jared rolls his eyes, holding your hand as he turns to face the girls. “You’re just jealous because she has more personality and confidence than you, your mother and your future children combined!” He shouts. You could’ve sworn you heard Connor Murphy chuckle at that.

It’s been a few weeks since the first day of senior year, and you had continued to wear clothes similar to what you’d worn on the first day. You’d tried to ignore the comments made by others, but you’d managed to get through it…..until now. The other day, a few girls had 'confronted’ you, hitting your biggest insecurities.

Today you decided to just wear sweatpants and a Heathers t-shirt. Jared, of course, took notice of your wardrobe change. After school that day, you went over to his house. You were cuddled up under his blankets, when he lets out a long sigh. “I saw those girls talking to you the other day. Did….did they say some bullshit to make you feel bad?” You look up at him, nodding your head slightly after a few moments.

“They’re bullshit. You’re amazing and you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Screw them, they’re just jealous.“ He mumbles, squeezing your hips gently.”

You smile softly, resting your forehead on his chest. “Thanks Jared….I love you, Kleinman.”

“I love you too, future Mrs. Kleinman.”

“What?” You blush.

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He laughs, pulling you close. “It’s not like I planned our future with two dogs and a few meme loving children.” He hums, making you blush harder.

Needles to say, you kept wearing whatever the hell you wanted to.

hey kru how about them Clexa Fanfiction/Fandom Awards? 

back in my fuffy days (faith/buffy from buffy the vampire slayer) we had them annually and it was lit af even considering that fandom was like ten times smaller than clexa. so why not? i’m hella interested to see what work the fandom deems ‘best angst’, ‘best fluff’, ‘best au’, ‘best crossover’. and we could def come up with other nominations. include artists because the work they do is phenomenal. valentine’s day is near and it might be too ambitious to shoot for such a close date but we could try? or hold it on march the 3rd? 

@clexabrasil @n1ghtwr1ter @raedmagdon @feeltripping @chaoticspaces @lexa-is-eternal @officialdebnamcarey @entirelytookeen tagging y’all in case you guys are interested, sorry if i forgot anyone, reblogs and tagging other people is def appreciated. let’s put in-fandom fighting aside for just a moment and focus one the thing that brought us all together. 

anonymous asked:

pharmercy prompt - just fluffy cuddling on the couch after a long day

My day got real bad real quick so I’m so glad that I didn’t do this prompt earlier. I think everyone needs a little fluff in their life.


It is the smallest couch in the base, surely. A love seat that had been abandoned in the hallway, and later moved into Fareeha’s dorm upon reinstatement.

Fareeha is confident no one misses it. She is not entirely sure how it came to be at the base to begin with, though if her mother is to be believed, it was purchased by Gabriel Reyes to liven up the atmosphere. And liven it does:

It is purple with silk threaded patterns. Loud does not begin to describe this particular piece of furniture.

It is also uncommonly comfortable.

Fareeha groans as she opens the door to her room, throws her travel bag in a corner to be dealt with later, flops on the couch.

It has been a long day, a long week, dragging a little more, a little longer - there is a hole in her abdomen not quite healed, from a well aimed bullet and a poorly executed dodge. Lúcio, her partner on this mission, had healed it as best her could, but it still burns.

Mostly, she is grateful he was not injured; the mission had been poorly planned and executed even worse - it could have gone south, and it hadn’t by sheer grace of retreat.

Fareeha hates retreating, though if everyone is able to walk away … she supposed that in and of itself is a small victory.

Fareeha breaths deeply, digs in her pants pocket for her communicator and looks for Angela’s number. She is the most recent contact. It is easily located.

I am back. She types out, presses send. A few moments later, a reply:

I’m still in the lab. Can I drop by later?

It seems only fair that Angela would still be busy. And aching, the onset of a headache, feeling tired and a little miserable, Fareeha types:

That’s fine. I will leave the door unlocked. And tosses the communicator on the bed.

She doesn’t intend to fall asleep, the lull of the broadcaster on the TV, the hum of the light above her, the weight of the day, all seem to work in tandem though, and soon she is; one leg thrown over the end of the couch, the other hanging off the side. Her arm is draped over her eyes.

She doesn’t even hear the door open.


Angela’s eyes are strained from looking through her glasses (her contacts dried out the other day, she forgot to put them in solution) her hair is disheveled; Fareeha being back is a saving grace.

When Fareeha is gone and no one is there to distract her, she works too much, for far too long. There always seems to be something to do and never quite enough time to do it.

When Fareeha is around, her desire to work is tampered by her desire to do … other things, and so she packs up early, makes her way to Fareeha’s, opens the door.

She expects to find Fareeha awake, but doesn’t.

In fact, the other woman looks utterly worn out. There are new cuts, bruises, a black eye Angela isn’t fond of. Against the harsh light of the fluorescent bulbs above, all of this is laid out for Angela and she sighs to think of what Fareeha has been through.

Angela moves to turn off the TV, goes to the bathroom to pull out the first aid kit and then returns.

She pats Fareeha’s calf, is surprised when she doesn’t immediately stir. Fareeha is not a heavy sleeper.

“Fareeha,” she says; this does the trick. Fareeha blinks once, twice, retracts her legs to give Angela room to sit. “You look awful,” Angela tells her. Fareeha smiles behind the exhaustion.

“You don’t,” she replies, grabs Angela’s hand to place a kiss in her palm. Angela smiles in spite of herself and shakes her head.

“Is this all of it?” She asks, referring to the injuries, but they both know. Fareeha wordlessly lifts her shirt to show Angela the bullet hole, other minor injuries. Angela, sensing more, runs her hand over the waistband of Fareeha’s pants, tugs it down a bit and sees more there, too, running down her hip, presumably to her thigh.

“You are being very forward.” Fareeha grins, looks her in the eyes in challenge. Angela meets her on that battlefield. Blue so firm it looks steel.

“Take them off,” she tells Fareeha. Whether it is defeat that moves Fareeha or genuine affection, she winks, shimmies out of her pants, takes off her shirt, sits in front of Angela in only her bra and underwear.

Nothing is particularly life threatening. Lúcio is a good medic and he’s tended to everything to keep anything from festering. Still, it is good to be on top of these things. Angela ignored the image of literally being on top which flashes into her mind, and blames Fareeha entirely for exposing her to too many puns and double entendres.

Angela opens the first aid box, removes a sterile cloth and some ointment to stop infection.

Fareeha sits on her half of the couch as Angela dabs here and there. The cold medicine sends goosebumps up her exposed flesh and the ache and fatigue of the week cause her to slouch just a bit.

“I take it it did not go well,” Angela says quietly as she works.

“I wish that it had gone better,” Fareeha replies, somewhat vaguely. In truth, she is only trying to spare Angela. The doctor does not need to know the specifics of their failure to know that had it gone worse, maybe someone would not have returned.

Or, perhaps Angela already knows this, and Fareeha is just trying to avoid reminding her.

When Angela is done she places the kit on the ground, and falls into Fareeha, satisfied when the other woman puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes lightly.

It has always amazed Angela how warm Fareeha is, even dressed down.

“How was your week?” Fareeha finally asks.

“Long,” Angela replies, turns in Fareeha’s arm to smirk a bit and then adds: “but better now.” Fareeha grins.

There is a lot Angela wants to talk about; a lot she has accomplished this week, but when she looks back and Fareeha the other woman’s eyes are closed, her head lulled back against the top of the couch back, her breathing is even and long, and Angela is not opposed to waiting.

She ducks out of Fareeha’s arm, grabs the blanket off the bed, and then returns, draping it over them both and snuggling close.

This is her favorite part of long days, the closeness and the security. Even on a cramped couch (hideous as they come).

It is worth everything to Angela.


At some point, Fareeha wakes up with a cramp in her neck to find Angela pressed into her side, snoring lightly, a blanket over them both, and it is fortunate for her that Angela is not only light but also a deep sleeper.

She picks her up, lays her on the bed, turns off the light and then joins her.

When she sleeps, it is soundly for the first time all week.

killerfangirl3  asked:

"If you drag me to another ball I will smite you " any ship

The Ball.

TW: nsfw comments


(sory its long, but I needed to add the ending)

“If you drag me to another ball I will smite you ” Logan snapped.

“Come on, please? You know how much I love them!” Roman plread.
“You know how much I hate them! I don’t like them. They’re full of people and they’re noisy!”


“I swear, you’re hanging out with Anxiety way too much.”  Roman sighed putting his hands to his head. Logan flinched, upset that Roman still didn’t notice how he was always sensitive to noise and crowds.


“I’m not feeling this way because-” Logan stopped himself. He needed to keep his emotions in check, Roman was clearly upset, and he needed to calm down. “Look, I’m not saying don’t go to the ball, I’m saying don’t drag me to it. Besides, I just want what you would call a “me” day.” Logan explained.


Roman sighed and put his arms around Logan and kissed his forehead.


“I’m sorry, I guess I forgot you need your alone time. You spend a lot of time with the others, that I forget you don’t have time to yourself.” Roman chuckled. “It’s funny, I always thought you secretly liked going to the ball with me.” Roman said.

“I hate Balls,” Logan sighed before looking up to face Roman, “but I do love my date to these balls.”

“Aww, how sappy.“ Roman teased.

“Looks like you’re rubbing off on me Charming!” Logan teased. Roman rolled his eyes.

“Go on, have fun on your “me” time.” Roman said smiling, walking away. Logan suddenly remembered something;

“Prince!” Roman turned around, “Ask Morality if he wants to go!”  Logan called out. Romans eyes went wide! He hadn’t spent that much time with Morality since he started dating Logan!

“Great idea! Thanks Logan!” Roman said before going on a quest to find morality.

Roman came across Morality who was playing a video game which involved running a goat into everything.


“I thought we threw that away.” Roman frowned.

“Yeah but I took it out! I was having fun being b-a-a-ad at it!” Morality gave him a cheezy grin.

“Whatever,” Roman rolled his eyes, “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the ball with me tonight, Logan dosen’t want to go and he thought I should ask you.” Roman said, Morality lit up!

“Really?” Morality asked.

“Yeah why not? You like having fun! Plus, we haven’t spent time with each other for a long time!”

“Is there something I have to wear in specific?” Morality asked.

“Just a formal outfit.” Roman said.

“Yes! I get to make use of my new dress!” Morality cheered, standing up, “it should only take thirty minutes!”

Roman looked at him confused but shrugged, he knew it wouldn’t take thirty minutes to dress, but he shrugged it off, Morality had weird talents so maybe dressing quickly was one of them.

Prince went to his room and got his cocktail tux out, taking each piece off, and preparing to put everything where it was suppost to go.

“Hey you ready?” Logan asked after about thirty minutes.

“I’ve only put on three layers of clothes on Logan.” Roman rolled his eyes, it wasn’t true, but it sure felt like it!

“You could stay with me and take them off.” Logan teased. Roman blushed.

“Shut up and help me put this on.” Roman said.

“Why don’t I do it the other way-”

“Oh Logan, why did I let Anxiety teach you that?” Roman groaned.

“Hey, if I recall, you liked it the next day.” Logan pointed out.

“I know, but I really need to wear this, I promised Gus I would be there tonight, besides Balls may not be fun for you but they’re fun for me!”
Logan was about to answer but Morality interrupted:

“Okay I think I got it on, I just need someone to zip this up.” Morality said, Roman and Logan turned and Roman gasped in surprise.

Morality was wearing a flowing greyish-blue dress that went to the floor. The sleeves didn’t cover his shoulders, but it covered his upper arms and went as far as his elbows.

“What, is it too long? It’s the first time wearing a dress so I’m not sure if this is how its suppose to work, but it feels great and freeing! well except for the back, and the fact its about to fall off.” Morality gave a little dance that allowed the dress to flow side to side as he rambled.

“It looks gorgeous.” Logan assured him going up to him and helping him zip up the rest.

“Thanks Logan! Doesn’t it look ziptastic?!” Morality asked. Logan didn’t understand the pun, and tried to correct Morality while Roman was too stunned on the fact that he was wearing a dress.

“You-h-how-” Roman stammered. This was certainly unexpected, Morality looked great, but this was a surprise to him. He didn’t even know his friend liked dresses!

“What?” Morality asked frowning.

“It’s-” Roman realized he was staring at his confused best friend so he cleared his throat and regained his composure.


“It looks great Morality! I’m sorry I didn’t expect you to be wearing a dress!”

“Oh yeah! Logan told me to get it when he noticed me staring so I just got it! Oh, do you need help with that? It can be such a pain!” Morality started ranting about why he thought dresses were better than tuxes as he proceeded to help Roman with his tux.

Roman was flustered, but nodded along, listening to his friend as he tried to stay still, adding an occasional “huh really?”

Logan just smiled at how cute his boyfriend and best friend looked.

(Anxiety was too tired to care and hated anything that wasn’t sweatpants, his jacket and his headphones. He was asleep when the others went to check on him and Moralitu left another note for Anxiety to read if he woke up early again.)

Dating Jason Dilaurentis would include:

- Sneaking out at 1am for late night drives with Jason

- Not being close with the girls because Alison lowkey was jealous of you

- Spencer is the only one who is actually your friend because she’s your study buddy

- Dealing with A texts after three months of dating Jason

- Not telling Jason about the texts to protect him

- Jason finding out about the texts because you forgot your phone in his car

- Him reading the texts and getting mad af (ANGRY JASON IS HOT JASON BC VEIN POPPING ON HIS NECK)

- Jason being overprotective of you 

- Jason asking you to move in with him after 8 months of dating to get away from the Rosewood drama after you almost died due to A

- Looking for apartments together 

- Giving up after 1 week of looking at the apartments 10 minutes away from Rosewood

“But babe the 6th apartment we looked at had the fireplace you wanted in the bedroom!”

“Jason!! I freaking saw a dead mouse trapped in a mouse trap outside on the balcony!”

“oh… right.”

- Him calling you babe, sweetheart and baby girl

- You call him babycakes due to an inside joke about the time he ordered a cake for your birthday online and when it arrived it was a chocolate cake that was the size of your hand

- Jason surprised you by buying a small cottage an hour away from Rosewood 

- Packing boxes with Jason 

“Dang (y/n) what did you pack in this box? My back is starting to hurt.”

“Is this your way to ask for a back massage..?”

“You know you wanna see me shirtless..”

“Okay fine. Take your shirt off Dilaurentis, we are taking a break right now.”

- Watching Jason repair his car from the balcony in the hot summer weather

“Are you just going stare at me all day or are you going to bring me water?”

“But jaaason… you’re shirtless…”

- Slow passionate sex in the living room with the fireplace on

- Rough daddy kink sex after a rough day at Jason’s work

- Surprising Jason at work with lunch

- Jason cooking for you all the time because he watches Hells Kitchen reruns all night

- Ordering pizza when Jason ends up burning his pasta

“This is a disgrace”

“Babycakes its ok to mess up.”

“We will not speak of this ever again

“But how does one burn pasta?”

I FORGOT TO PUT THE WATER IN THE POT AND IT WAS ON HIGH HEAT!

“You’re still my master chef babe”

“Shut up”

- Shoulder kisses

- Neck kisses

- Supporting each other through everything

- Having to buy concealers weekly so you can cover up the hickies Jason left all over your neck

- Jason calling in sick on behalf of you so you can just cuddle him all day

- Him proposing on your 4 year anniversary

- Having a small wedding by the lake and Spencer is your bridesmaid and Toby is his best man

- Going to the Dominican Republic for your honeymoon that lasts for 3 weeks

- Getting matching Jerseys to your favourite baseball team and customizing it to say Dilaurentis on the back

- Trying to be friends with Alison by telling her you are pregnant and she can be the god mother

- Jason is overly excited about the baby news

- Getting close with the girls and they plan a baby shower for you

- Turning Jason on when you call him daddy while speaking to your stomach

“Come on little one, kick for Daddy”

“(y/n) my hand wont be on your stomach for much longer if you keep calling me daddy”

“oh? And what would you do Daddy? It better be clean because the little one is listening”

“Oh I am going to rip your clothes off and-”

“Jason!”

“What? Having sex is healthy”

“Shut up!”

- Having a baby girl and Jason being overly attached

- (y/d/n) being Daddy’s Little Girl

- Jason buying a shirt that says that just to make you jealous

- Alison and Spencer ends up spoiling her

- Jason not allowing (y/d/n) to wear the “my Aunt’s the best” shirt that Spencer bought 

“Jason let her wear it”

“Spencer if i have to have this argument again i’ll have it burned”

“Jason i’m going to frame it then”

“(y/n) you’re supposed to be on my side”

“oops…?”

“HA she loves me more than you Jason”

“Shut up Spencer”

- Growing old with Jason would include holding hands while taking walks at the park, reminding each other to take what meds at what time, saying I Love You whenever you can, complaining how (y/d/n) barely brings the kids over, having races about who can go faster in the wheelchair, and dying in each others arm while sleeping…

Reylo Skywalker Ranch AU Aesthetic:

The Skywalkers were one of the most affluent ranchers in the south of Texas county.  The Ranch stood on beautiful 1800 acre land and has been in the Skywalker family for over five generations.

It was presently run by Leia Skywalker Solo and her husband Han. They were also known for training some of the finest horses of the country and Han was said to a horse whisperer. It was Rey’s dream to work with him one day and soon enough she had applied and gotten herself a summer job working with horses. 

The couple’s prodigal son, Ben Solo had recently returned from the city. He had finished his business school and currently found himself at loose ends taking a gap year and had naturally returned to his roots. Han had immediately put him to work of course. 

Initially, Rey was irked by this handsome but foreign element in her surroundings who fascinated her and exasperated her in equal measure. Ben, on the other hand, was smitten. He would find excuses to work near her, pretending to supervise and generally being more of the hindrance than a help. 

One day, Rey having to clean up his messes and having had enough of his adorable blushing apologies had finally asked him out at Maz’ Bar on Karaoke Fridays and the rest, as they say, is history. Although Han had never forgot to remind his son of how all this was his idea.

Source: The wonderful edits are by the brilliant @andthebalance (I am convinced she has magic). I hope u like the drabble! and @1captainswan1 for starting this whole idea and being my sounding board.

anonymous asked:

Ahhh!!! Second choice obi wan was brilliant! Can we see a bit of his recovery? What he going to do now that he won't be able to go out in the field? Will he try any ways? I'm thinking working in the archives or a crèche master. I don't know, what do you think? I'm excited to read more!

There were fingers teasing his neck, gentle and slow and Obi-Wan squirmed a bit, hardly awake as he mumbled sleepily only to get a quiet chuckle in return.

“Magh?” He questioned, opening his eyes to peer up at the owner of the fingers.

Cody smiled at him. “You were drooling.”

“Uh?” Obi-Wan lifted his head off the others chest to wipe his mouth, grimacing when it came away wet. “Ugh.” He shuffled and pecked the other on the cheek, aware of his morning breath before glancing at the chrono.

Early.

“…Oh right, bakery.” He yawned and rubbed his face.

“Mhmm.” Cody nosed him gently before getting up and carefully pulling the Jedi too, guiding him to the fresher for a shower and all. “There’s some leftover pastries from yesterday in the fridge still.” He said after they had enjoyed a quiet shower together.

“I can have them with tea. Not for breakfast.”

That got a smile out of the former commander, brushing Obi-Wan’s hair back and tying it.

“I can do that.” Obi-Wan yawned and reached for his cane.

“I know, but I like doing it.” He wrapped his arms around the other and nuzzled his shoulder slowly before tugging the redhead along once again, keeping his pace slow so Obi-Wan could lean his weight on the cane.

He didn’t need to, but he liked taking care of Obi-Wan despite the other being fully able to do it on his own. Plus, and he’d deny it if Obi-Wan bought it up, it made him feel better to know that routines were being followed while he was there.

“What are you doing today?” He questioned lightly as Obi-Wan moved to make his tea while Cody got to scrambling eggs and making toast for them.

“Creche duty with the little ones, council meeting and Anakin wanted to have a look over my arm before we sparred.” Obi-Wan waved his durasteel arm lightly and Cody caught it, giving it a light kiss before returning to scrambling the eggs.

In the beginning, Obi-Wan had been hesitant about getting a prosthetic arm until Anakin had pointed out that two hands would make it easier for Obi-Wan to do his duties and balance himself. He was still reluctant about having further surgery implanted even if it would mean recovering enough for actual active field work.

To Cody he had confessed that he liked the idea of not having to run all over the galaxy, fighting. Negotiation and exploring cultures were nice, there were still semi safe missions he could take in the name in negotiation but if he could, he would avoid his lightsaber.

He’d do his duty but if his duty could be without ever again igniting his saber then Obi-Wan could be content.

Having a safe bakery job, no more war in sight for them, Cody understood the others reasoning. They could be safe.

()()()

“Che told you not to push it.” Anakin closed his hands around the others knee, frowning heavily at the heat he could feel radiating even through Obi-Wan’s leggings. “Damn it, I’m going to get a cool gel bag.” He got to his feet.

“I just…I was having fun Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed, letting his former padawan take care of his now throbbing knee. “I forgot that…I just forgot.” He sighed again. While he never wanted to lift his saber in battle again, he did enjoy sparring, it was both mentally and physically exhausting.

Kneeling back down, Anakin put the gel pack around Obi-Wan’s knee to cool it down, peering up at him. “Well I get that…okay since we have some down time, how are you?” Anakin had made a point of asking once a day how the other was.

“I feel…good. My leg isn’t to bad today, I had a good breakfast before Cody went of to the bakery and I’ve done creche duty.” Obi-Wan smiled at his former padawan. “And you?”

“Same. I had breakfast with Ahsoka and Padme, saw the kids and did my drill training with the troopers who wanted to remain.”

“How are Luke and Leia?”

“Still in bubbles.” Anakin sighed, the stress of Palpatine had pushed Padme into an early birth and the twins had suffered for it, needing delicate care. “Got to hold them through the sterilized sleeves though.” He smiled meekly, the smile turning a bit more genuine when Obi-Wan reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “Talked to Mace Windu.”

“And?”

“And I can remain a Jedi. However I’m not allowed to be even a planet close to any issues Naboo are involved with or Padme outside of our personal life.” He sighed.

“…You know that’s better then the alternative.”

“I know. I could be exiled. A few opted to leave the order I heard.”

“Not everyone can balance and accept the concessions. I’m not allowed to be anywhere near clone issues.” Obi-Wan quietly chuckled.

“I heard that, doesn’t that make it hard for you and Cody?”

“Not if I’m feeding Luminara and Shaak about what to say to the Senate to improve their rights.” He smirked a bit and Anakin laughed quietly.  “But they had to make concessions or else there would be to few Jedi left. Plo Koon basically adopted the entire Wolfpack after all. And Aayla…” The two shared a grin.

“I heard she’s pregnant?”

“Now THAT I don’t know about, she doesn’t strike me as a mothering type but perhaps, she would make a good mother at least. Bly would be a decent father.” Obi-Wan hummed.

“…She’d be a good mother but she’s not the mothering type?” Anakin question.

“You can want kids and not be a good mother. And you can not want kids and be a terrific mother if you did become one.” The redhead smiled at him. “How does my knee feel?”

The blond removed his hand and placed his hands on it, prodding carefully. “Feels less swollen at least. Are you sure you don’t want to try the same cybernetic implants Master Tholme has?” He frowned at him.

“Most days its alright.  This is enough.” He moved his durasteel fingers at Anakin, smiling. “I’m… content Anakin.”

“You know…I am too.”

The two smiled at each other.

They were content.

Sex Bet

Barry walked into the room and sighed heavily, his eyes glued to Iris’s smooth legs spread propped up on the couch cushions as she scrolled her phone screen.

She was wearing an oversized sweater and her hair was swiped across her right shoulder, leaving the nape of her neck on her left side open to his viewing.

It had been three days since Cisco had frustratingly stalked out of his workshop, whining about how he was tired of walking in on them in promiscuous positions. Barry had flushed, while Iris defiantly told Cisco he couldn’t possibly be scarred THIS time, since not a single article of clothing had been removed.

‘Your hands were places!’ He’d shot back, clearly agitated.

Iris had rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Barry had stayed mum. Then Cisco issued the challenge of all challenges and Iris, ever willing to put that boy in his place for objecting to her love life with her FIANCÉ, had INSTANTLY risen to the challenge.

'I bet you two couldn’t last one day without having sex with each other.’

'Maybe you forgot that we were broken up for a week at one point and didn’t fuck AT ALL during that time.’

Barry’s face lit up fire engine red at her language, his eyes widening noticeably, but Cisco remained unaffected.

'Hard to fuck when you’re barely on speaking terms, let alone in the same room.’

Barry swallowed hard, worried about more than the language now. He had instinctively BAD feeling of the direction of this conversation.

Cisco and Iris stared each other down for a full minute before the tension for Barry became unbearable.

'Guys-’

'One week.’

'What?’ Barry’s mouth went dry but neither acknowledged him.

'I bet you couldn’t go one week without having sex with each other,’ Cisco said. 'You’re…’ he glanced briefly over at Barry, clearly annoyed, 'insatiable.’

Barry had no time to be crushed by Cisco’s disgust b/c the next word that came out of Iris’s mouth shattered his very existence.

'Deal.’

He’d protested immediately and had promised all matter of things to both of them if only they’d undo this stupid bet, but neither relented. Iris was determined to win & Cisco gloried in the promise of a week long reprieve of witnessing Barry & Iris sexy times. And twenty bucks.

In fact, he wanted it so badly that he frequently egged Iris on how they wouldn’t able to make it that long that it only made her more determined to remain celibate.

When Barry tried to seduce her that first night - which was usually remarkably easy - she refused, reminding him of the bet they’d made.

'YOU made,’ he retorted. 'I was highly against it from the start.’

'Do you have no self-control?’ She shot back.

'None,’ he said instantly. 'Not where you’re concerned.’

Then she’d cupped his face, and he’d thought she would cave or at the very least tie him over with a kiss. But she denied him even that.

'Just give me this one thing, babe. We can have a sex marathon when the week is up.’

He blinked. 'But we’re not even at STAR Labs. We’re at HOME. Cisco won’t know if we have sex at home. And it’s hardly fair for him to be-’

'It’s the deal we ma-’

'YOU made,’ he corrected again.

She’d smiled serenely, which didn’t make him feel better at ALL.

'It’ll be easier not to slip up in public if we’re keeping ourselves in check in private too.’

'Says WHO?’ He’d squeaked. 'I’m jacked up already and it’s been less than twenty-four hours. You’re hot as hell, Iris. There’s no way I’m going to last sleeping next to you every night.’

'You do make a good point,’ she’d said contemplatively.

He’d wanted to be relieved, but he knew she wasn’t going to cave that quickly.

'Maybe you should sleep on the couch,’ she’d said, and gotten off it to retreat into another room.

Well, Barry had been so shocked that he’d ended up insisting to her that he wouldn’t seduce her in her sleep. He had enough self-control for that. She’d smiled that unsettling smile again in response.

'I know you do, babe,’ she’d said. 'And don’t worry, you’ll get through this.’

It worried him that she didn’t say 'we’ll.’ As if she had absolutely no problem not sleeping with him for seven days straight.

Today that was being put to an end.

Barry sauntered over to Iris. When he was in front of her, he said nothing, only waited for her to become aware of his presence.

'What is it?’ She asked, not looking up from her phone.

'I’ve had enough, Iris,’ he said, putting as much stubborn demand as he could into his voice.

Iris’s finger stilled. She lifted her head to look up at him.

'Enough of what?’ She asked.

It bothered him that she actually seemed to not know.

'Enough of you having absolutely no problem resisting sex with me.’

A coy smile started to spread across her face.

'I have been going out of my MIND,’ he squeaked. 'But you have been just FINE. Just so…so…’ His eyes drifted to her smooth legs that he ached to run his hands over.

And then wrap around his waist as he thrust into her.

'I wouldn’t say that…’ she teased, taking his hand in hers and pulling him onto the couch beside her.

She sat up so she could pull her legs back and then draped them across his lap. His hands hovered above them, afraid this was a trap. He looked to her for direction.

'Go ahead, Bear.’ She nodded to her limbs laying across his. 'Touch.’

That word alone gave him a hard on, made him shiver.

Iris smirked. 'Or maybe you don’t need to.’

Barry closed his eyes and reverently laid his hands on her legs, then squeezed gently, caressing them with exquisite care and barely controlled need.

And then the unthinkable happened.

A quiet moan emerged from the depths of Iris’s throat.

Barry’s eyes flashed open, and he turned to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, but they opened slowly, lust evident in them. Barry gulped.

'See,’ she said. 'I’m suffering just as much.’

Hesitantly, unsure if this was the right move, or smart by any stretch of the imagination, Barry started to lean towards her, retreating a couple times even as his hands started to move up to her thighs.

Then without warning, Iris impatiently grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his toward her until their lips collided and a second moan was released the moment his tongue came into contact with hers.

'Wh-What about the bet?’ Barry asked, a century of making out later, well aware how dumb THAT move was.

Iris was breathing heavily as she tilted her head back to look into his eyes.

'Let’s just say I’ve found CISCO in compromising positions multiple times with CYNTHIA during the past three days, and I finally got him to fess up as to why he was so irritated about running into us.’

'We were stealing his make out spots.’

She grinned. 'We were stealing his make out spots.’

Barry was giddy with delight.

'So…does that mean…?’

Iris reached down into her pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

'That means we won the bet, baby.’

He grinned. 'But that wasn’t-’

'I called him out on his deceptive motivation and he caved.’

Barry’s eyes sparkled. 'I love you.’

'We have to try very hard not to fuck in his workshop, but otherwise we’re home free. He will not harass us in the future for any excessive PDA.’

'What’s the twenty for?’ Barry asked. 'You guys never discussed numbers.’

Iris laughed.

'That’s to keep us out of his workshop for the rest of the week.’

'A failsafe,’ he concluded.

'Mhmm.’ She started to pull him in again.

He moaned into the kiss. His hands started to wonder.

'Touch me, Barry,’ she begged, a hot whisper on her tongue.

He groaned and sped them upstairs to their bedroom where he revealed himself as fully erect and frantically searching for a condom.

They both came fast, a result of their short-lived celibacy. But then they made love slowly, torturously, and more than once that night.

'No more bets like this,’ Barry whispered against her breast where his head lay resting after their final time that night.

Iris absentmindedly played with his damp locks and pressed kisses to his skin.

'I’ll try not to agree to anything sex-related,’ she said.

'Only if it involves ABSENCE of sex,’ he clarified. 'Otherwise…’

Iris smile spread into a wide grin. She bit her lip at his thirst, hers too.

'Agreed,’ she said. 'OTHER sex bets could get interesting.’

He mumbled something incoherent in agreement and tightened his hold around her wait.

'G'night, Iris.’

Iris smiled tenderly, closing her eyes as well as she relaxed deeper into the pillows.

'Goodnight, baby.’

Beauty and the Beast Ch. 4

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

Requested by: @yourtropegirl

Special thanks: @imoutofmyvulcanmind for being my idea bouncer and helping me slog through this story.

Star Trek AU -  Leonard x Reader - 2,679 word(s) - maybe a little angsty?

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You woke up early once again after an unrestful nights sleep, you felt guilty for last night. You shouldn’t have invaded his privacy like that. What were you thinking? You sighed as you made your way to the window and peered outside, it had finally stopped snowing. You were glad for a reason to get out of there for the day.


“Thank goodness” you say quietly “I need to go check on Quinto”

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