get on my tv screen please

Love Sickness (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey again!! Haha wow, three stories in a day? Wow😂 Btw, I kinda had fun writing this story, if only this was how I could get my crush’s attention, if I had one haha. Anywaysss, enjoy!!

Tag: @barely-emily

Request: Bucky x Reader where he has a thing for Reader wearing glasses please ?

You pushed your glasses up as you stared at the TV screen, too lazy to wear your contacts as you didn’t have any missions today as well. You turned around when you heard footsteps walking behind you.

“Morning, Bucky,” you greeted as the soldier turned to look at you, stopping at his footsteps as he just continued to stare at you. You frowned at him as you waved your hand. “Hello? Earth to Bucky.”

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episode 5 was bad

i was very pleased with how season 3 was going, it was good and consistent and kept most shiratorizawa things, and even added some new moments!

then episode 5 came along and punched me in the face. no really, a fist actually emerged from my television screen and just up and socked me right in the teeth!!! that’s gonna leave a mark for weeks!!!

they skipped the kawanishi exposition scene. this was one of the most important little shiratorizawa scenes for several reasons:

  • literally the one time kawanishi gets to be in the spotlight.
  • important delving into kawanishi and tendo’s relationship.
  • important precious semi and tendo interaction
  • semi smiled
  • we get to witness tendo’s extreme passion for blocking.

basically… this scene explains kawanishi’s playstyle and a bit of his character, and while doing this exposition, tendo gets really passionate about how miffed he is a about kawanishi’s blocking style, about how much he fusses over what blocking means. he is probably the middle blocker in haikyuu the most passionate about his position. they just up and cut this out. for what?? several minutes long karasuno background dialogue? oikawa and iwachan appearing much earlier than they needed to?

several other little things got the ax, like goshiki’s bangs pose and some high fives.

i hope you all enjoyed your oikawas

I'll Love You Every Which Way There Is To Love You

Pairing: God!Chuck x fever!Reader

A/N: See, the last time I got sick, I wrote Oh God, Please Don’t Let Me Sneeze on My Angelic Crush (Castiel x Reader) and now this…? Fever!me is weird…


Once again, a body-quivering sneeze erupted from the otherwise quiet Bunker, followed by a disgruntled groan as you wiped your runny nose with one of the many tissues you had with you on your bed in your room at the Men of Letters bunker. “Oh my god, this fucking blows.” You grumbled, glaring at the TV screen, which was playing Grey’s Anatomy, a slightly-guilty guilty pleasure of yours. Hey, if Dean could get away with his knock-off version of Grey’s, then you can damn well have McDreamy all to yourself.

“Hey sweetheart, you called…?” All of a sudden, the very familiar voice of your boyfriend Chuck was heard right outside your door, you letting out a panicked shriek in response.

“No, no, don’t come in-” Of course, this only made him more curious, so he pushed the door open slowly and peeked his head in, his frown immediately softening as he took in your current condition; hair messed up from rolling around in bed all day, a slightly-used tissue balled up in your hand, a tissue box next to your blanketed self and Grey’s on the screen. It only took him a split second to smile in amusement, making you pout. “I swear to you if you laugh at me, I will actually throw this used up tissue at your gorgeous face.” You threatened your godly boyfriend in half-seriousness.

“The huntress doesn’t look so badass now.” He pointed out with a grin, you chucking the tissue ball at him, the omnipresent being deftly avoiding it by side-stepping. “Look at you, defenceless without your tissue!” He poked fun at your currently bad aim, coming over to stand by the side of the bed you both shared when he spent the nights not having godly duties. “Scoot over.” He gestured to you, making you frown.

“But I’m sick.” You pointed out.

“And I’m God, (Y/N), I don’t get sick.” Reluctantly, you moved over to give him some space on the bed, him getting under the covers with you. When he noticed your subtle distance from him, he motioned for you to cuddle up to him like you always would, but you shook your head.

“I am way too gross for cuddles with God, Chuck.” You stubbornly stayed at your side of the bed. To your surprise, your omnipresent boyfriend only scoffed at your reply. “What?”

“I’ll love you every which way there is to love you, (Y/N), snot dribbling from your nose or badass stabbing monsters every other week.” He rolled his eyes fondly at you, as if he wasn’t convinced you would even say such things, being the ‘badass huntress’ you were. “So does it really matter if you’re sick or not? All I want is a cuddle with my beautiful huntress girlfriend.”

To Chuck’s alarm, your eyes began to well up with tears, and him, misunderstanding your sudden tearful state. began to panic, before you waved his worry off. “No, no, I’m okay, I just…that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, a-and that’s the f-first time you said…y'know,” You gestured wildly as if he would understand you meant it was the first time he said ‘I love you’. “So I’m a little more than overwhelmed-”

This burst of babbling from you prompted your boyfriend to pull you into a hug, kissing your feverishly-hot forehead before pulling you tight against his broad chest. “I’ll say that every single day until the end of the world, (Y/N), I hope you know that.”

“I love you so much, Chuck.” You whispered tearfully against his chest.

“I know, sweetie.” He said, holding you in the ensuing silence, until-

“Hey, Chuck…?” You said hesitantly.


“I…I think I got some snot on your shirt…”

Sebastian Stan Imagine - 4

What To Watch

Reader and Seb decide what show to watch on Netflix.


“Seb, I wanna watch something.” You whined, opening Netflix on your tv screen.

He plopped down next to you and grabbed the remote. “Let’s watch The Office.” 

“Why don’t we binge Law and Order SVU?” You asked your boyfriend.

He shook his head. “Already seen it.”

You kissed him. “Please?”

“How about Jessica Jones?” 

You kissed him again, hoping to get him to give in. This time he wouldn’t let you pull away. He put his hand your hair and deepened the kiss. When you needed air you pulled away and Seb whispered in your ear, “So we’re watching Jessica Jones, right?” 

“Over my dead body.” You said crashing your lips against his again. Next thing you knew, he was tickling you. “Sebastian! Stop!” You laughed trying to push his large arms away from you.

“Jessica Jones?”

You nodded and he stopped. “Hey, babe?”


You held the remote in front of his face. “Guess who has the remote?” You laughed as he tried to grab it, but you yanked it away. “Sorry Seb, maybe next time.” He glared at you. “I wuv you, Sebastian.” 

“I love you too, Y/N,” He sighed kissing the top of your head.


Request:  Dear Tesla (aka life ruiner), can you please write me Bucky x reader, where poor sweet Bucky is having a hard time sleeping, so the reader does cute things to help him get back to sleep (mostly playing with those luscious locks because, yes)? I trust you to add other fluffy things that will sink me deeper into the pit. xoxoxoxo

Word Count: 1,121

Contains: Fluff. So much fluff.

A/N: For my dear Kait, @winchesterenthusiast! Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by grabiajulia

Bucky absently chewed on the beef jerky, his mind blank as his eyes remained trained on the television screen. Sleep had avoided him once more. He could have sworn that they were nemeses. Exhaling loudly through his nose, Bucky glanced up as he heard footsteps approaching, his body unconsciously preparing to defend itself.

He relaxed when he recognized you, a smile dancing across his lips. You were wearing his red shirt, the one that you loved on him but wore just to have the scent of him surrounding you.

“Can’t sleep?” you questioned, walking up to him.

Bucky pouted childishly and nodded, pulling you close by your hips and resting his head on your stomach. You grinned and stroked his hair back before tapping his shoulder.

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Now You See Me: Jack/Reader

Now You See Me is such a great film! Can you please write a jack wilder imagine set when he fakes his death and you believe it and then yeah major fluff when he returns

AHHH!! Jack Wilder!!!! Maybe something where he sneaks in your room while you were at work and when you get back he’s there trying to make dinner for the both of you!! AHHH!! Thank you so much!!! 😘😘😘😘

Author: Queen of Geeks

(Hope you like it!)

I watched in silence as the car on my TV screen exploded in a ball of fire. There was a part of me that prayed that it wasn’t real. But the rest of me knew that it was. Especially when I called Henly. The phone rang a few times before she picked up. When she did, I asked her quickly if what I saw was real.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).” She told me. I covered my mouth and hung up without another word to say. As I put the phone down, tears began forming in my eyes and spilling down my face.


“Henly, I just want to eat something and stay in.” I slid my key into the lock and turned it.

“You sure? (Y/N), you’re always welcome to come out for drinks.” Henly told me over the phone. I considered it for a second before answering.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure?” She asked once more.

“Yes Henly. I am very sure.” I pushed open the door and froze. “Listen, I have to go.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.” I whispered before hanging up.

Usually, it would be silent and there wouldn’t be any smells inside my apartment. Except I could smell gas and someone moving around in the apartment. Keeping my phone in one hand, I reached inside and grabbed the can of mace I kept inside of my umbrella stand. I had an umbrella tucked under my arm so that counted as another weapon.

Carefully, I tiptoed into my apartment making sure I kept the door open. Who knew if I needed to run out? Creeping into the apartment, I walked towards the kitchen where the only source of light was coming from. I raised my umbrella and creeped into the kitchen.

“Jack?” I froze with the umbrella still raised. He turned around and looked surprised. Sitting on the stove were two pans.

“You’re home!” Jack’s face was a mixture of surprise and happiness. I dropped the mace can and it hit the floor with a clatter as I walked towards him, my umbrella still in my hands. There was a smile on his face.

It disappeared when I whacked him with the umbrella. Jack raised his hands to block the umbrella.

“HOW DARE YOU?” I yelled whacking him once more. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” I lowered the umbrella and leaned it against a wall. Jack watched me carefully in case I was going to hit him again.

“I know, I was going to tell you.”

“When were you going to tell me? It’s been a month!”

“I was going to tell you when I had dinner ready. I also thought that you were going to be home later.”

“Well, no. I start work earlier and finish later. You’d know if you hadn’t faked your death.” Every word was dripping with venom. I pinched my nose and left the kitchen to close the apartment door. After that, I went to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Changing out of my work clothes, I could hear pots and pans clattering around in the kitchen as Jack continued to cook. I lay on the bed for a few minutes until the noise stopped.

“Dinner’s made.” Jack said from the other side of the door. He could’ve picked the lock of the door but I could tell that he was still standing there debating on what to say. Eventually, my stomach convinced me to get some food.

Sticking my head out of the door, I saw that Jack had set up a small dinner. There was a candle on the table and two plates opposite each other. I stepped out of my bedroom in my sweatpants and t-shirt and walked over to the table.

“I’ve got the food.” Jack said behind me. I stepped out of the way so that he could place both plates on the table. Once he had, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his face. Jack wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly.

“If you ever do anything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mumbled. Jack laughed and I could feel his chest shake.

“I won’t. I promise.” He assured me. I looked at him and smiled.

“So, what’d you make for dinner?”

“Pasta. I hope you like it.”

“I probably will. Do me a favour?” I asked.

“Yeah, what is it?” Jack raised his eyebrows.

“Remind me to kill Henly.”


“Oh, come on, how could they not get that?” you cried, staring at the television in dismay. “This is disgraceful!”

Ed smiled, nodding knowingly at his notebook where he was scribbling away, barely paying attention. He seemed to be holding back laughter at your intense involvement with the game show.

“Come on, Ed, please tell me you know what it is!” you whined, curling closer to your boyfriend.

“On-the-spot decision,” he replied without looking at the screen, “I knew what it was seven rounds ago.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Of course you did.”

“Well, actually eight rounds.”

*not my gifs

If MTV does pull this reboot shit I’m gonna be so pissed that I’ll never get to see my son Noah on screen again. Or Audrey. Or Brooke. Or Emma. I mean literally the dumbest thing to ever happen. Why would you decide to reboot a tv show when you haven’t even wrapped up everything with the first fucking storyline and characters and left it on the biggest cliffhangers?????????? Stupid.

anonymous asked:

Hearth, I have a horrible headache. I've stayed hydrated and taken some medicine to help, but nothing is working. So I figured, okay, if nothing is going to work, I'll just sleep it off! Right? Wrong. I can't fall asleep because my head hurts so much, and I'm so tired, and I cried and that only made it worse, and I don't know what to do. My head is legit throbbing and I feel like crap. Please help me. I need advice and stuff to make me feel better.

Using a cold pack for 15 minutes should help. Take a break for another 15 minutes then repeat the cycle. If you have long hair, don’t keep it in a bun or ponytail. Keep lights off (including phone screens, computer screens, and TVs), and if you’re going to take medicine, liquid will work fast than pills. Ginger and peppermint are said to also help. Get well soon


I couldn’t get this imagine out of my head all day long!
But please guys imagine this:

You’re cuddled up with Rami under the blanket, watching some movies on tv. He is very concentrated on what happens on the screen while you just can’t help but stare at him. You gather up your courage and let your hand slip under his shirt. You want to know how it feels to touch him because you two didn’t went that far yet.(You’re dating only a few months or weeks, whatever you like).
AND NOW IMAGINE: The first moment your hand makes contact with his stomach, his muscles tense under your touch and his body flinches because of your sudden action. You begin to drive circles, caressing and stroking his tummy. Imagine how you let your hand wander up to his chest and how a pleasurable moan escapes his lips. Imagine the feeling of his hard abs. Imagine the feeling of his soft skin under your touch. Imagine poking his cute belly button. Imagine his heart beat punching against your hand. Imagine, imagine , imagine…. Oh my god! If I continue, I’ll probably die! 😅

fetacheeseandsoup  asked:

roast killer moth

Ok disclaimer I love drury with all my heart and I regret everything

To begin we’ll take a look at his outfit. I’m a huge stickler for fashion; I got gucci, I got donatella, I got Michael Kohr, I got the full 360 because I love myself. So lo behold there I am tryna enjoy my good television with my prada and dior and on my screen appears an abomination of goddamn green and orange striped tights and a friggin purple top and oh god as if it wasn;t enough he has orange shorts on too. And he has a yellow moth sewn on the shirt like sweetie your big ass wings exposed enough for me I GET WHO YOU ARE but no even worse he literally, like, how is he a functional rogue please just let him open a moth farm in some obscure corner of Gotham because everything he tries to do ends bad. At one point Garfield literally has to help him like, dude he’s trying to save you from being the laughing stalk od Arkham, like, worse than Jeremiah and that’s saying something. Then he goes and he mutates to this ugly ass moth hybrid bc he can’t keep out of everyone’s business and ofc he tries to be independent and respectful like drury you can’t even tie your own shoe let alone run a heist go home. He just. He needs to go home. I love him but I would three seconds flat punch him in the face bye. 

Also drury walker, really? And don’t get me started on his mask honestly I made better things in grade 3 art class. Also what are his powers. What are his abilities. Scarecrow has fear toxin, riddler has riddles, Joker has well joker stuff like, who are you?? What do you do fly around and shoot moth stuff?? Go home please you’re safer there.


Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 660
Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

You both sit on the couch, your feet resting just at his side, your elbows on the arm rest. Bucky is clearly attentive to whatever is playing on the television screen, but you have since been eyeing him. His hair, specifically.

For the first time in your peripheral sight, his hair is pushed away from his face and is splayed behind his neck. You curl your fingers into a loose fist to limit the temptation to run them through his locks, but you soon learn that it’s not enough.

You sit up straighter and lean closer to him, clearing your throat lightly. “Hey, Buck?”

He turns to you in question.

“Can I braid your hair?”

His mouth falls open agape, but he’s unshaken. “No,” he answers blandly.

“Please,” you say.

He turns back to the TV screen. “No.”

You huff, leaning backwards again. “You get to play with my hair.”

“That’s different,” he replies.


He snaps his head toward you, a loose strand of his hair falling in front of his face. “Because you actually enjoy it!”

That’s true. But you instinctively reach out and push the loose strand of his hair behind his ear. Your fingers linger, curling a strand of hair in between your index and middle. He watches you with solidity, but he shockingly remains still. “You stand corrected,” you say quietly.

He puts on a feigned glare and whips your hand away. You frown and lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers through his.

“I like you a lot, you know that?” you murmur. He doesn’t respond. “And I’d do anything for you.”

“Then let it go, Y/N.”

You press yourself closer to him, but he doesn’t try and force you away. “Do you know who sings ‘Let it Go’? Elsa. And she’s got a killer braid.”

“I’m so sick of that movie.”

“Me too,” you say. “You know what I’m not sick of?”

He doesn’t ask. Not that he needs to.

“You. And your amazing hair.”

He shuts his eyes and exhales deeply. “Fine. Fine — knock yourself out,” he says.

You grin and pull him into a quick kiss before you hop onto the back of the couch. You run your fingers through his soft hair, a familiar scent filling your senses. Your lips pull into a smirk before you begin to braid.

As soon as your finished one half of his head, you start on the other side and notice how content he seems.

“See? And you thought you wouldn’t enjoy it,” you say.

“I’m used to you tugging at my hair.”

“When have I ever — ah. Never mind.”

“What are you doing, anyway?” His right hand goes up to his head and touches the finished side of his head.

“I’m braiding. You’ll see. I’m almost done.”

He sighs and lets you continue. Another minute passes, and his hair is completely done: two French braids tied off in a short pigtails. You purse your lips to refrain from giggling.

Slipping your phone from your pocket, you open it to the front camera and wrap your free arm around Bucky while holding out the other at an angle. “Smile, sweets.”

He looks up into the camera and his eyes widen when he sees what you’ve done to his hair. However, it’s brief, and he simply stares into the camera. You snap a photo quickly before you slump back down to your seat beside him.

“You’re not gonna post that, are you?”

“I am,” you confirm with a sly grin. “You look cute, James. Like always.”

He presses his palm to the braid again, frowning. “I don’t like it.”

“Now you sound like Steve,” you laugh, maneuvering closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. “Keep whining and I might just tell everyone you’re using my shampoo,” you murmur.

He pauses. “It…smells a lot better.”

“It’s no wonder why your hair’s been looking so good lately,” you laugh.


Can you do one where Zack Merrick is it boyfriend and you’re hanging out with him shirtless but things start getting hot and heavy and eventually Y/n is on top of Zack, kissing him and extreme feeling of his abs and back please. Btw this blog is so rad. It’s my favorite!!

Aw, that’s so sweet, thank you! :)


“I’m so bored, dude,” Zack said next to me, tossing his head back onto the couch. “This movie is retarded.”

“It’s a little entertaining,” I offered, cocking my head to the side as we stared at the screen. We were watching some weird Lifetime movie on tv. Zack was right, it was pretty retarded. “We could just talk.”

“That’s cool. Oh, maybe Supernatural is on and we can watch that, too,” he suggested. I gave a small grin and tried to find it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t playing at the moment. But The Big Bang Theory was on and I loved that show so I selected it.

“Why do you always have to be shirtless?” I asked nonchalantly. I snuck a peek at Zack’s abs. They gave me chills every time I saw them, which was pretty often.

“Because I have to attract the ladies,” he replied, showing them off and flexing his arms. We both laughed at that. He was a dork sometimes. 

“What ladies do you have to impress here?” I joked. “It’s just me and you.”

“You, duh,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. My cheeks reddened a bit and I was grateful that his eyes were on the tv. 

“Whatever,” I mumbled, playing along. Zack and I were just friends, but there was definitely some attraction there. Okay, a lot of attraction.

“Plus, if I get lucky, I’m already half undressed. Easier access,” he added. I laughed, finding his guy logic very entertaining. 

“God, you are such a dork,” I told him, shaking my head.

“It works!”

“Whatever, it does not.”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t make out with me right now. Come on,” he insisted, looking at me now. I let out a little laugh of shock at how forward he was being.

“I’m not saying that, but-”

“What?” he cut me off, a smile playing on his lips. “Did you just say you’d make out with me?”

“No, that isn’t-”

“You totally did. You just said you’d make out with me,” Zack insisted, moving closer to me. His face was playful, but I was actually getting turned on and trying hard to control it.

“Zack, stop!” I laughed, jumping up to dodge him. We were laughing like it was all a big joke. 

“I’m a good kisser, I promise!” His hands caught my waist and pulled me onto his lap. “You so want to make out with me.”

“Zack, that is not what- stop, dammit!” I protested, half playing and half serious. This was not a good idea. 

“Come on, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath ghosting my lips. His hands held tightly onto my hips as I now straddled his lap. This was a very compromising situation. My heart was beating faster and faster in my chest.

“It was a joke, I-” I was cut off by Zack’s lips on mine, soft and sweet, but strong and willful. I couldn’t even resist, instantly melting into his touch. I kissed back hesitantly at first, then with more passion. Zack followed, taking the lead. My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling our bodies together as his hand came up to cup the back of my neck. His tongue asked for an entrance, which I gladly granted. We fought for dominance until finally he won, exploring everywhere and anywhere he wanted. My hands roamed from his neck down to his shoulders. Oh, god, I had an excuse to finally touch his amazing abs. So I took my chance, running my hands down his chest and brushing my nails over his torso, eliciting a small groan. Zack slid his touch down to my ass, testing the waters before giving it a squeeze and then leaving his firm grip there. I felt his godly arms, becoming more and more turned on. I took a nip at his bottom lip, causing him to meet my eyes.

“Playful, are we?” he whispered huskily. I grinned and returned my lips to his as my fingers snaked to his back, running over the toned muscles greedily. Zack’s lips trailed to my neck, nipping and licking wherever he pleased. I let a few small gasps escape as he did so. His hands slid up and down my sides, sending shivers down my spine. Zack flipped me over so his body was hovering over mine on the couch. My hands ran through his hair, tugging on it. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth, making eye contact with me as he did so. We were both breathing heavily as he came back to me hungrily, his one hand moving down my leg to wrap it around his body. 

Then I almost had a heart attack.

Zack jumped off of me and I sprung up in surprise, our eyes wide and scared as Zack’s phone let out his annoying ringtone. We let out the breath we had been holding apparently and laughed a bit. I brushed some stray hair behind my ear, looking anywhere but at him. He grabbed his phone and then stood up, putting his shirt on.

“I’m late. I’m supposed to be at the studio with the guys. I guess I got a little…distracted,” he explained, winking at me with a grin. I blushed, not knowing what to say. “I’ll txt you later, okay?”

“Alright. Have fun with the guys. Tell them I said hey,” I replied, watching as he put his shoes on and opened the door to leave. “Bye.” A few seconds later, after I heard his car start, my phone buzzed. 

Zack: Looks like we found something to do when we’re bored ;)

5SOS preference: you're outside when it rains

A/N: Hii guys, so this is my first preference. Please don’t copy without giving credit, I put work in this. I hope that you guys enjoy it, thanks for reading or anything are always welcome. Stay perfect cuties!! x


Luke Hemmings: 

After long months, it was finally time for you and Luke to catch up for the lost time and enjoy some weeks just for the both of you. Luke’s fingers were combing through your hair soflty whilist you both watched the credits of ‘Titanic’ scroll down the screen of the television. You sat up straight and put on your shoes, getting ready to empty the mailbox until Luke tapped your shoulder and pointed to the window where small raindrops made their way down. You just shrugged and opened the door but as soon as you were outside you were greeted by more and more rain, by the time that you had reached the mailbox you were soaked and freezing. After you got the mail, you ran inside and closed the door to see Luke already standing there with a towel and some fresh but warm clothes. “Next time you can go and empty it” you murmured, making Luke laugh but nod.

Calum Hood: 

“Shit, it’s raining” Calum muttered, looking out the car window while he drove the both of you home from a cozy date to the cinema. “Watch the road before we get in an accident” you said seriously before returning your gaze on the raindrops. Soon he stopped the car, signalling that you had arrived at home again but before you could open your door, he stopped you and looked at you. “Here’s the plan, we open our doors at the same time and get out at the same time and after that we go inside, okay?” you rolled your eyes at his stupid idea but agreed quickly after he released your hand. “On 1: 3….2…..1 GO!” he yelled opening his door at the same time as you. Unsurprisingly he ran towards the door but tripped and fell right into one of the puddles, causing you to giggle. You helped him up and opened the door so you could get some new clothes and a towel while he got rid of the wet clothes. 

Michael Clifford: 

You had been bored all day and wanted to go outside but like every other day Michael wanted to stay inside and play video games. “Michael let’s go for a walk please” you said, pressing a kiss to his neck but he just ignored you and kept on playing COD. “Please” you begged one last time which made him give in when he paused his game. He let out a sigh and nodded “okay y/n, but if it starts raining and ruins my hair you are going to pay for that”, you bit your lip and nodded, getting ready for a walk. Not much later you were walking down the streets when you felt the first raindrop on your free hand, you pretended that you hadn’t felt anything but Michael knew better than that. Soon it started to rain harder and the brand new dye of Michael’s hair began to trickle down his face, he quickly pulled you inside a little cafe so you could hide for the rain until it stopped. Before you sat down, he leaned closer to your ear “you’re going to pay for that tonight”.

Ashton Irwin: 

You rolled your eyes as soon as the scene of kissing in the rain appeared onto your screen, Ashton saw your reaction and started to laugh but within seconds his face was serious and he was looking at the rainy weather outside. Without asking you knew what he had in his mind but you weren’t too enthousiast for that right now. “Please?” he asked, showing you his best pout, and already getting his coat and his shoes on. Since you didn’t have another option you started got on your shoes as well and grabbed his hand as he pulled you outside with him. He leaned closer to your face slowly and cupped your face in his hands, brushing his warm lips again yours. Soon you were both caught up in a unique but amazing kiss, forgetting that it was raining outside. After a minute the two of you pulled back and looked at each other with a beaming smile on your lips, he giggled and touched his lips with his fingertips “that was amazing” you whispered as he picked you up bridal style and carried you back inside

A/N: so what did you think of it?

I did a little thing. Please be gentle.

His chest served as a resting place for Scully’s back, both of them tilted slightly towards the television screen. It was Sunday and that meant family movie night, but as transpired every single week William was sacked out on the sofa beside them, his head resting on Scully’s strong little thigh, barely an hour in to the film.

“You want to carry him up to bed?” Mulder looked down at her, positive that he had never managed to see a Sunday night movie all the way to the end even once. Not that he was complaining, some of those kid movies could really rip your heart out and to watch him well up at a lost clown fish or a dastardly villain turned adopted father of three would just delight Scully far too fucking much.

William looked ridiculously comfortable, his little chest rising and falling in steady breaths, his mouth slightly open and creating a dark patch on Scully’s jeans where he was drooling. “In a minute. I don’t want to disturb this disgusting display of domesticity,” he kissed her temple, “Aren’t we just adorable?”

Scully chuffed out a laugh, her gaze trained on William as she repeatedly brushed the hair back from his forehead, then she turned to him, looking up through her eyelashes, “The sooner William goes to bed the sooner we go to bed, Mulder.”

No-one could ever say his wife wasn’t straight to the point. 

He gently extricated himself from behind her and lifted William from the sofa, and with his son securely in his arms, his little slack mouth now drooling on his father’s shoulder, he leaned over to brush his lips against Scully’s, “Be very naked in 10 minutes, Agent Scully. Things are about to get R rated.”


Phan fluff? Dan and Phil are flatmates, but Phil has a crush on Dan. One night, Dan gets really wasted at a bar and drunkenly calls Phil. Phil gets worried and picks Dan up. The two of them go home, and Phil cares for a drunk Dan. At the end of the night when Phil is putting Dan to bed, Dan slips out that he loves him. You can decide where it goes from there. :)

A/N: This is the first Phanfiction I’ve ever posted online so please be kind. <3

Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

I felt the vibrations through my pocket; I reached for my phone, eyes still focused on the TV screen. “Hello?”

“Phiiiiiilllllll.” Dan murmured into the phone, his voice slurred.

“Hi Dan.” I responded, putting my controller down and listening to him.

“Phillll.” Dan repeated, hiccupping.


“Philllll… I am haaaaving the beest…” He stopped to hiccup. “Best time tonight!”

“I’m glad to hear it,”

Dan laughed through the phone, “Oh god! This club is AMAZING!”

Wait. Club?

Dan was meeting up with some old friends from uni tonight. They had originally planned to go out for dinner, and then maybe go out for a few drinks at a local bar. Clearly plans had changed a little.

“ANOTHER ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME!” Dan shouted into the phone.

Oh no… he’s drunk. He always does something stupid when he’s drunk.

“Dan, what the hell…?” I questioned. “Are you- are you drunk?”

“I m-m-might be…” Dan cut himself off, slurring over his words. “Just s-slightly, just slightly intoxicated.”

Sounded like a little more than slightly to me.

“Jesus Dan…” I muttered into the phone, “Where are you? Let me come pick you up.”

“Phiiiiiil,” Dan tried to reassure me. “I’m fiiiine, don’t worry about me.”

“Just tell me where you are.”

I grabbed my coat and left the apartment. What an idiot.

Every single time he goes drinking he gets wasted, does something stupid, and wakes up the next morning feeling like shit, and I’m always stuck taking care of him all day. At the start of the New Year, he promised himself he’d stop doing things like this. He promised me he’d stop doing things like this…

It’s not like he’s an alcoholic, or at least, he’d never admit he was. He’s always had a bit of problem with alcohol, and alcohol’s always had a problem with him. I’ve seen him fixing himself the occasional drink on days when he’s particularly stressed out, and I always tell him to stop… I don’t want him to be that type of person. I don’t want anything to happen to him.

Dan and I have been friends for years, and for all that time I’ve been in love with him. I don’t mind taking care of him when he feels crappy, but I don’t want him hurting himself… I care about him too much.

After a short bus ride, I made it to the club. It was some weird place, I had never heard of it before.

“I’m just looking for a friend,” I told the bouncer as I flashed my ID. He nodded and I went inside. The place was packed, but thank God for me Dan likes to stick by the bar.

I walked over to him and watched as he chugged another shot. “WOO!” He exclaimed, hitting his glass against the counter.

I walked towards him, shaking my head. God, why shots? He’s always worse with shots.

“PHIL!” He shouted happily, seeing me approach him. “I-I’m sooooo glad you’re here! Let’s dance or something.”

I shook my head, he was such a different person when he was drunk. “Nope, come on. We’re going home.”

“Buuuuut Phiiiiil.” Dan pleaded. “Come onnnn. D-dance with meeee.”

I shot him a dirty look, “What about your friends, do they all have rides home?”

Dan nodded, “Yeah, M-mel was g-gonna be our DD.”

I nodded back, “Okay. Let’s get you home then.”

I spent the cab ride home in silence, Dan was talking about all sorts of nonsense. Thankfully for me, the ride was short. We had to take the lift back up to our room, there was no way in hell I was going to try to help with stairs.

I opened the door to our apartment and Dan stumbled in, flopping down onto the couch. I turned on the TV so he could have something to distract him while I went to get him some water.

“Have you eaten anything?” I asked from the kitchen.

Dan shook his head, “Not hungry.”

I sat down next to him and handed him a glass of water, “Drink it. It’ll help.”

Dan did as told. “Come on Phil,” He urged after taking a sip, “It’s a Saturday night, we should go somewhere!”

I shook my head. He really was an idiot. “You’re not going anywhere else,” I paused, “Besides, it’s late. You should go to bed, otherwise you’ll feel like shit tomorrow.” As if he wasn’t going to feel that way anyway.

I helped him up and off the couch and walked with him to his room, “I’ll be right back,” I told him as I went to the bathroom to fetch him a bucket, he’d need it in the morning, as well as a cold cloth, he often got overheated when he was drunk.

When I returned to Dan’s room, he was already lying in bed, snuggled into his blankets.

“Here,” I put the bucket on his dresser and the cloth on his bedside table, “You’ll need it.”

I turned around to leave the room, flicking the light as I went. “Goodnight,”

That’s when I heard a soft mutter, "I love you, Phil.”

I stopped in my tracks, unsure if I heard him correctly. “Y-you… what…?”

“I love you.” Dan repeated, “I do.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re good to me.” He added with a yawn. “And I love you.”

Before I could say another word, Dan was sound asleep. I closed the door, bewildered. Dan Howell… was in love with me? That had to have been the drunkenness talking….. or was it?

That next morning I awoke to the sound of gagging and coughing, same sound as any other morning when Dan got drunk the night before.

I walked to the bathroom, Dan was curled over the toilet, vomiting his guts out.

“Hey buddy.” I smiled slightly, “You feeling okay?”

Dan looked up at me, “Do I look fucking okay to you?”

I shook my head, “Last night was kinda crazy for you, huh?”

Dan nodded back, flushing the toilet and pulling out his toothbrush. “Yeah. I don’t remember anything.”

My heart sank. “Nothing, not a thing?”

Dan turned back to me, “Why, did I do something?” He began scrubbing at his teeth, trying to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.

I shrugged, I didn’t know what to say. “I mean… kind of…?”

Dan removed the toothbrush from his mouth, “Well… what did I do?” He slurred through a mouth of toothpaste.

I could feel myself blushing as I twiddled my thumbs, “You… um… you said you loved me.”

Dan’s face immediately flushed a bright red and he spat out his toothpaste. “I did?”


He rinsed off his toothbrush and we let a minute pass in silence, “Um… well… I mean…”

I walked closer to him, “Do you?”

Dan’s face turned even redder as he tried to back away slightly, “No… I mean, well, um…” He really was an awful liar.

Oh my god. Dan Howell loves me…

I cornered him against a wall and grabbed his hand in mine, “It’s okay.”

Dan didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t know what to say. So I pressed my lips against his, and let that do the talking for me. When our lips disconnected, I smiled against him, “I love you too.”


“What’s so interesting about this show?” Dean scoffed, prompting you to roll your eyes. There he was criticizing your shows again. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was sucked into it. 
“Shut up and give it a chance,” you nudged his side. To please you, he remained quiet and focused his attention on the screen. 
“What are you guys watching?” Sam walked into the living room, beer cans in hand. 
“Shut up,” Dean swatted him as he sat down. “Morgan is explaining, oh, my God,” he muttered as a plot twist was revealed. You giggled at Dean’s newfound obsession. 
“Okay,” you paused the show and turned to Sam.
“Hey, put it back on!” the older Winchester protested, waving his arms frantically at the television.
“Let me just get your brother up to date,” chuckling softly, you gave Sam all the information on the case, to which he quickly deducted what was going on.
“Impressive,” Dean scoffed. “Okay, show is back on.”
Sam and you exchanged knowing smiles before settling back and watching the rest of the seasons of Criminal Minds. 
Four hours passed before Dean was complaining about his back aching, only moving to lean his head on your lap as you stroked his hair and continued the episode.

Requested by anon.