he's just a big dork at heart

Jackson Heights - Peter Parker

request -  Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is recruited to fight in civil war with Steve and she ends up fighting peter and while fighting they spark up a conversation and become friends? And then soon they become more than friends?

a/n - going back to peter in civil war and trying to bring out his more rookie/dorky side was fun but i went back and forth with a ton of ideas for this fic, i hope it turned out good enough and isn’t trash like me :( but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!

The airport terminal was ripped into pieces as the minutes went by. The battle between Stark and Rogers had spread like a disease, influencing the whole team to pick sides and fight until one victor remained. I was among that group, suddenly finding myself fighting against the people whom I held dearest to my heart, supposedly helping Captain in this messy situation.

My back was pressed up against Wanda’s, circling around to defy anyone that came near us. T’Challa had tried his best to come and toy with us, my spine shivering once I heard the claws come out of his suit and pounce towards Wanda and I, only to be stopped by the force of her hands. I watched as his body flew across the premise, landing on pieces of debris.

“(Y/N). Spider-Man coming for you from Eastside.” Carter said over the intercom.

“Spider what?” I furrowed my brows, turning around only to get swooped into the air.

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anonymous asked:

I always saw Liam as this hard serious guy. I had no idea he was so soft and lovable. And also that he dealt with bullying and stuff like that which is really relatable. He deserves all the love but I feel like he's really under appreciated. So I've made it my mission to post more positive things about him

he was definitely more serious (and viewed by the fandom as the ‘serious’ one too) in the very early years but he’s also a gigantic dork who loves goofing off with the other boys (usually louis lmao) and yeah he’s got a very big heart and clearly loves his boys and the fans SO MUCH.

it’s funny because it’s almost hard for me to reconcile the 2010/2011 liam with current liam because i feel like he’s grown so much and he’s really let himself enjoy things more and just embrace his silly side:

Reggie Mantle Stan
  • What they say: I'm fine.
  • What they mean: I'm not fine, why do people think he's clueless clearly he's a smart lil bean that needs to appreciated more. He lives for attention because he doesn't get any at home. His parents work for good causes but forget all about him. He doesn't get the whole teen scene because he's never really had people with him and his pranks is what he enjoys to do for attention. My boii got a dog from a shelter for god sakes because he was lonely. He names it VADER could he be any more of a dork. You would think someone with his built would pick a different dog but he picked the smallest one that needed a home because he knows what it's like being lonely and having to fend for himself. He doesn't love Midge he likes the idea of someone like her in his life loving him for who he is. He has such a big heart but nobody knows because he hides it so well and I just want to grab him and hug him and tell him everything is gonna be alright and that he will find happiness.
  • *Catches Breath*

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: you’re sick, but that doesn’t mean peter doesn’t want to see you. also: he’s a total dork who’s really in love and very much enjoys making you blush.

author’s note: i don’t know how i feel about this but it’s ok!!!!! also look at me actually posting!!!!! good job em!!!

Originally posted by parkers-myth

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Just a Memo - Boyf riends

Title: Just a Memo

Word Count: 1822

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: None unless you consider dorks being dorks objectionable

A/N: This originally started out as a headcanon so the writing style is more informal-ish towards the beginning.  Also this is my first piece of actual fanfic ever so bear with me here. :’D

Jeremy still sometimes hears the Squip talking in his head.  It’s so faint though, that he’s not really sure if it’s just his own thoughts or if it actually is the Squip.  Either way he doesn’t tell anyone.  Maybe, he thinks, it’ll just go away on its own.  No, the voice says, It can’t be gotten rid of that easily.  But nevertheless, Jeremy continues to live as though there weren’t possibly the ghost of a half-mad supercomputer embedded in his brain.  

One day he notices his left hand moving of its own accord (to do what, he had no idea) and flips the fuck out— but regains control of it immediately after panicking and flailing it around for a second.  This type of thing starts happening on occasion; usually just small actions probably meant to inconvenience him.  That time he caught himself aiming a crumpled ball of paper at the back of a teacher’s head was one of the more notable ones.  Oh, and that time he poured a glass of water on himself probably qualifies as well.  

Jeremy realizes that he really can’t deny the Squip’s presence at this point, but it hasn’t tried to do anything super malicious, so he decides to wait things out before taking any drastic action.  One day he sees his hand reaching for a pen on its own.  Normally he’d jerk it back on reflex and that would be it, but he decides to leave it alone and see what happens.  His hand picks up the pen and starts writing on a scrap piece of paper.  Definitely not his handwriting, he notes with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.  Then it stops.

Y O U R  F L Y  I S  U N Z I P P E D

Jeremy hurriedly looks down.  Shit.  

After remedying the situation, he stops for a moment to direct a mental ‘thank you’ at the Squip.  Hell, that’s probably the nicest thing it’s ever done for him.  And so it continues.  Every so often he’ll notice his nondominant hand moving of its own accord, writing a helpful (or not-so-helpful) suggestion courtesy of the Squip.  The notes are brief— no more than a sentence or two.  He’ll usually follow them if the advice doesn’t seem too fishy.  

One day Jeremy’s at the school library with Michael, both of them studying for an upcoming math test.  Well, Michael’s the one doing most of the studying.  It’s not for lack of trying on Jeremy’s part, it’s just he keeps finding himself distracted by Michael.  It’s not his fault that Michael bites his lip in the cutest way when he’s figuring out a tough problem, or that the sunlight dancing across his face makes him look like some kind of angel, or that his hair looks so incredibly soft and touchable that Jeremy really wants to run his fingers through it.  Man, he thinks, some girl’s gonna be so lucky to have him someday.  

He shakes his head and turns back to the study guide for what must be the fifth time when he finds his hand moving to write a note from the squip.  It’s become a common enough occurrence that he’s not too fazed by it, but he’d really like to make some headway on this problem, so he’ll just check the note once he’s finished.  His Squip-controlled hand sets down the pen and taps on the desk impatiently.  In a minute, Jeremy thinks.  But the Squip isn’t having it apparently, because it slides the study guide off the table.  He curses under his breath and reaches to pick it up when the Squip suddenly forces him to wipe something else off the table.   It’s the note.  

A S K  H I M  O U T  A L R E A D Y.   

What?!  Jeremy has to stifle a snort.  He’s obviously not gay, as evidenced by his massive crush on Christine.  The Squip must be more broken than he thought.

His hand snatches a pen off the table and scribbles on the back of the note.  Jeremy thinks he can almost hear an exasperated sigh in the back of his mind.

Y O U R  O B L I V I O U S N E S S  I S  K I L L I N G  ME.

Jeremy’s face reddens a bit as he crumples the note and resumes studying.  But he still can’t concentrate, thanks to the Squip’s comment.  So what if he thinks Michael’s attractive?  Doesn’t mean he’s gay.  It’s not like he wants to make out with Michael, or hold hands with him, or cuddle with him, or…


Well it doesn’t matter either way.  Michael’s probably straight as a board, and even if he weren’t, he could do so much better than Jeremy.  Not that he’s jealous or anything.  Just stating the facts.  Jeremy’s a just another hopeless nerd, but Michael’s so cool in his own way and he doesn’t even know it.  Guys like him are cool in college.  Guys like Jeremy just fade into the background.  But regardless, he has a math test to study for.  

Less than ten minutes later he finds his hand moving to write another note.  He considers jerking it away but can’t bring himself to do it.

“Dude!  You never told me you were ambidextrous!”  Michael practically jumps out of his chair in excitement.  He leans across the table to get a better look at Jeremy’s squip-controlled hand, which suddenly stops writing and moves to cover the note.

“What— oh,” Jeremy freezes up.  Sure enough, he’d been working a math problem with his right hand while the Squip wrote a note with his left, “Uh, yeah… I guess it just never came up?  It’s really not a big deal.”  A light blush dusts his cheeks as Michael picks up his hand and stares at it in amazement.  Jeremy figures it’s probably best to just let Michael believe this whole ambidextrous thing instead of telling him the Squip is back and has taken to spontaneously writing notes of advice with his nondominant hand.

“Not a big deal?!” Michael cries, “Are you serious?  Only two percent of humanity is ambidextrous, you happen to be one of them, and you’re telling me that it’s not a big deal?  It’s freaking AWESOME!”

“If you’re about to say we should celebrate this by getting stoned in your basement, I’m gonna have to pass.”  Jeremy deadpans as he gently removes his hand from Michael’s.  Have his hands always been this soft?  

“GASP!” Swooning dramatically, Michael clutches his chest and falls back into the chair “I AM HURT.”  

“I’m sure you’ll survive.” Jeremy says with a laugh.  Even if the Squip were right about him liking Michael, he decides it wouldn’t be worth risking their friendship.  The pain of losing moments like these greatly outweighs the possible benefits of confessing— BUT there’s nothing to confess so it doesn’t matter anyway!  He glances toward Michael, who has gone back to his study guide and is doing that cute lip biting thing again…

… Okay so maybe there’s a little that could possibly be confessed.  

Michael gestures towards the note currently covered by Jeremy’s Squip-writing hand. “So what were you writing anyway?  With that hand, I mean.”

Jeremy freezes.  Just when he thought he was in the clear too.

“How do you even take two sets of notes at once?” Michael muses, “That’d have to involve some serious parallel processing capacity on your part.”

Shit-shit-shit-shit-SHIT.  Jeremy lifts his hand slightly so he can see the note.  Maybe it’s nothing he’d have to worry about Michael seeing?  Yeah, he can probably just write it off as a note to himself for later on.  It’s probably nothi—

I  R E A L L Y  L I K E  Y O U  M I C H A E L.

Oh fuck.  

“Uh— it’s nothing,” Jeremy says a little too quickly.  He’s sweating bullets.

“Oh?”  Michael raises an eyebrow, “Well if it’s nothing, then I’m sure you won’t mind if I just—” he moves to snatch the note but Jeremy slaps his hand back over it.

“I-It’s just a memo,” he stutters unconvincingly as his face turns bright red.  Is the Squip seriously trying to set them up?

“Just a memo?” Michael grins wickedly and slaps his hand over Jeremy’s own to wrestle for the note, “Gee, you’re awfully cagey about it for being something that’s ‘just a memo’.”

“AUGH— Come on man!”  Try as he might, it’s a losing battle.  Jeremy’s left hand seems to be actively betraying him as he struggles to keep the note away from Michael.  Goddamn Squip is probably laughing it up right now.  They grapple a few more seconds before Michael emerges victorious with the note.  Jeremy’s face falls and he can feel a pit forming in his stomach.  There’s only seconds until their friendship is ruined.

“AHA!” Michael raises it high in the air like a victory trophy.  “Time to see what dark secrets—” his triumph turns to shock, and his lips part in an ‘o’ shape as he stares at the note. “…Oh…”

“I-It’s not what you think!”  Jeremy laughs nervously, knowing full well there’s no way out of this.  He’s awaiting Michael’s response like a prisoner waiting for execution.

“You sure about that?” Michael begins, blushing hard, “Because, I mean, this seems pretty…” he searches carefully for his next words, “…straight-forward.”

Jeremy’s sure there’s nothing he could do to make this any worse.  But naturally he finds a way.  “…Pun intended?”  He buries his face in his hands as he realizes what he just said.

Michael just stares at him for a moment.  His expression is unreadable.  Then he starts to laugh softly, in that way Jeremy always thought was so cute but now couldn’t be more worrying to hear. “Oh my god… Jeremy.”  He sighs as though he’s been holding his breath for a long time, “You big dork.”  He says as his face breaks into a smile.  

Jeremy looks up.  His heart is racing a million miles an hour it’s pounding so loudly he’s sure Michael can hear it.  “Wait, you’re not…” he trails off.  Mad?  Straight?  Interested?  He’s not sure what he’d prefer at this point.  It feels like he’s floating, ready to drop into freefall or soar into the sky at any moment.

Michael grins, “I really like you too.”

His heart soars.

“I have for a while now.”  Michael admits sheepishly,  “I just thought you didn’t, uh, swing that way.”

Jeremy melts right then and there.  He’s pretty sure he would’ve passed out if he hadn’t been sitting down.  God, how didn’t he see it before?  He can hear a faint “I told you so.” in the back of his mind but he doesn’t care.  Michael likes him too and that’s all that matters.  Jeremy gathers his courage and straightens up, a look of intense determination on his face, “D-Do you wanna maybe finish studying back at my place?”  

Michael takes his hand. “I’d like that.”

Signs that Peter Parker is in love...

With you

  • He’s daydreaming non stop.
  • Even though he does that on a daily basis anyway it gets out of hand when the subject of his thoughts is you.
  • He thinks about cuddling you, about taking you for a spider swing through queens, about getting lost in your magnificent eyes,…
  • He stares, loses track of time, is surprised when the ringing noise of the bell goes off,…
  • ‘cause he swears there’ve only passed about 5 minutes.
    • When he looks up at the clock though, it clearly proves him otherwise
    • and he realizes he’s been staring at you for over 20 minutes.
  • It’s super duper adorable when he almost runs towards you with a skip in his step.
  • He lunges his arms around your neck
  • almost making you choke whilst laughing at his silly behavior.
  • After hearing you cough for only a second he loosens his grip asking if he hurt you and if you’re okay.
  • Of course he didn’t hurt you!
  • How could he ever hurt you when he’s just being the cutest boy ever…
  • And after you told him this he just goes bright red.
  • He waits at your locker until you arrive in the morning and also when school ends.
  • So he can be the first to greet you and the last you see.
  • He buys you little things.
  • Nothing too much because you wouldn’t let him.
    • He’s honestly a little pissed that you don’t let him buy you lots of cute stuff but it’s just too much in your opinion.
    • If it makes you happy it makes him happy too so he eventually settles with it anyway.
  • He purchases your favorite candy bars and sweet treats for movie night
  • your usual orders at Delmar’s (because he knows your order by heart)
  • a little teddy bear that’s holding a heart because he’s cheesy like that.
    • And you love him for it don’t even try to deny.
    • You sleep with that plushy bear like all the time now.
  • He talks to May about you
  • because all the important things in his life need to be approved by her.
    • (Except from the Spider-Man thing)
  • Peter is super anxious about you meeting his aunt…
    • “What if they don’t like each other? What if May doesn’t want (Y/N) around? I wouldn’t be able to live with that kind of situation Ned!”
  • But Peter needn’t worry in the slightest
  • May adores you because of the heart eyes Peter has when you’re around
  • and the smile that’s constantly plastered on his face.
  • She just knows you’re good for him.
  • He makes sure to give you as much space as you need.
    • It doesn’t matter he wants to be with you every single second of the day
    • you need your space and he knows that
  • But when you call him asking if you can come over or he can come to your place he jumps from his bed and gets ready
  • or he swings away from the streets of Queens towards your place.
  • When you’re not around he’s usually with Ned.
    • (lowkey talking about you like… all the time)
    • (but Ned doesn’t mind because he likes you a lot as a friend as well and you make Peter happy)
  • Both of them greet you every morning with bright smiles.
    • But Peter has a blush creeping onto his features and Ned doesn’t of course
    • ‘cause Ned is a smooth guy and doesn’t blush.
    • Whereas Peter is a red freaking mess and probably resembles a tomato…
  • The day Peter finally tells you about his feelings he’s so jittery and anxious.
  • Whenever he hears your name falling around him somewhere in conversation he freaks.
    • “What? (Y/N)? Where? I can’t see them! Ned help!”
  • He avoids you the whole day.
  • Making you worry you said something wrong.
  • How could you have said something wrong you only said “Hi” to him this morning before he basically ran off?
  • But then after school he blurts it out like he can’t hold himself any longer!
    • “(Y/N) I’mtotallyinlovewithyouandI’vebeenholdingthisforprobablyforevernowsoIjustwantyoutoknowtha…”
    • You make him start again because you didn’t understand a thing.
    • “I-I love you…”, he stutters and your mouth falls open.
    • He thinks he messed things up because you don’t say anything in response, you just stand there, doing nothing but stare with your mouth wide open.
    • And he slowly backs away making big hand gestures whilst saying he’s terribly sorry for ruining your friendship and all that.
    • But then, out of nowhere, you hug him, so tight, he can feel your pounding heart against his chest.
    • Your warmth makes him fall in love even more…
  • “Peter you dork! I love you too!”
  • “What? But… I… Really???”
  • You just nod your head, eyes wide and smiling from ear to ear.
  • And Peter doesn’t know where this newfound confidence came from because he kisses you, the exact same way he had dreamt about every single day.

I want a Peter so bad :(

Worthy (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Whoops this was supposed to happen a week ago. I’m sorry! I’ll try my best to finish these today

Request: Prompt 2, List 2 with Jason

Warnings: Saddish fluff

Jason sat on the couch, with you curled up in his lap, his arms wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest. The TV was playing in the background, and Jason was half watching and half letting his thoughts wander.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Jason called softly, nudging you gently to get your attention.

“Yeah, Jay?” you replied, never moving your head from his chest..

“What’d you like for dinner?” he asked, his chest rumbling against your ear, providing you with great comfort.

“Dunno. It’s up to you, love,” you replied lifting your head to give him a short and sweet kiss, before returning to your original position.

Jason gave a big doofy grin after you kissed him, amazed that he had someone like you. Someone who loved him unconditionally.

A long silence passed before Jason spoke again. “You love me as if I deserve you.

You furrowed your brow, puzzled at his statement. You lifted your head and shifted in his lap so that you faced him. You pressed your forehead against his and threw your arms around his neck.

“Don’t say stuff like that. If anything it’s me who doesn’t deserve you,” you finally replied. “You’re strong and brave and intelligent and kinder than you know. You’re noble in your heart and you’re fierce and loyal.”

Jason smiled as he tightened his arms around you. “Don’t hit me with that mushy-gushy stuff, you big dork.”

“Come on, Jay. I think you could use a little more mushy-gushy stuff in your life,” you argued jokingly, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh, really?” he retorted. “I’m not quite clear on what you mean. Think you could give me some examples?”


You kissed him again, longer this time, but just as sweetly. Your hand travelled from his shoulder to his jaw, and his hold around you brought you closer to him.

You parted for air, Jason smiling at you softly.

He embraced you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You leaned your own head against his, letting his soft hair brush up against your cheek.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of serenity that you didn’t often feel.

Needless to say, neither of you moved from the other’s embrace for a very long time.

Making Out With Day6

Originally posted by mino-sonq

This is purely what I think, this doesn’t reflect the members whatsoever. Don’t take this to heart. I may have gotten carried away. This is PG-16 lmao. This was requested by @clumclumsos! (Also requested making out with TD, History, UNIQ and 24k so those are next. Thank you! Without further ado, enjoy!

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Kang Daniel | FlowerShop!AU

prompt: while shopping for flowers to give to your favorite professor as a going away present, you see the most unlikely character preparing the bouquet.

note: this is the flowershop!au that no one asked for, but take it anyway! also, i love researching flower meanings but i’m not too sure about the seasons in which they grow, etc. so please excuse any inaccuracies!

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VanVen having an argument
  • Vanitas: *punches the wall near vens head in typical shippy/douchey fashion*
  • Ven: *loud gasp* :O
  • Vanitas:
  • Ven:
  • Ven: did
  • Ven: did you hurt yourself???
  • Vanitas: *pained noises*
  • Ven: *wrapping vanis hand up* YOURE SO STUPID
  • Vanitas: SHUT UP?? JUST SHUT UP??????
Klance Valentine Headcanon

• Lance playing it cool but actually internally screaming because he doesn’t know what to get Keith

• Keith actually screaming because what would Lance like???

• Pining Keith

• When Lance passes by Keith he’d make a pickup line and Keith is just a sputtering mess he needs to hold onto the wall or bumps into it and falls back

• Lance loves this stupid dork so much his heart hearts

• Pining Lance

• Keith asks Hunk to help make a big chocolate heart

• Lance asking Hunk on making a chocolate heart cake

• They both try to make it lowkey

• Keith going up to Hunk asking him if the *thing* is ready and Lance coming in and just..

• “Oh! Lance.. What’re you doing here…”

• “Um.. Just came to get something from the fridge..”

• “Well you’re gonna have to come later you can’t open the fridge”

• “Are you hiding something in the fridge?”

• “NO! Are YOU????”

• “ nO!!”

• they’re painfully awkward they can’t even fight

• Hunk just can’t with them

• Keith’s heart doesn’t come out the way he wants it too and is kind of deformed

• Lance accidentally put too much yeast

• They both give it to each other

• They find it the most glorious thing in the universe and treasure it

• Hunk finds it ridiculous but cute too

• They enjoy v-day together ((:

superfastjellyfish3  asked:

How would Yoongi and J-hope react if they invited their s/o on set and while they weren't paying attention one of their staff starts lecturing thwir s/o about how they are in the way of the boys career, or that the boys can date someone better than you

Yoongi had noticed how you suddenly became quiet. You were so excited when he invited you to one of their MV shoots, and the other members were thrilled to have you there as well.

However, later in day, he noticed a change in your demeanor. He sensed how you were trying to be blend into the background–almost like you were afraid of getting in the way of everyone. You sat down in the corner, fiddling with your phone when this morning you could hardly get your butt down on a seat; wanting to see everything that’s happening on set..

And just now when you locked eyes, Yoongi saw you smile… but it didn’t reach your eyes. That’s when he finally had enough. 

The moment the director declared a break, he marched towards you, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the set–away from everyone’s view.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” He asks the moment you two were out of earshot.

“What are you talking about?”

“Something’s wrong.” He studies you closely and you shy away from his gaze. “Aha! There! See? You can’t even look me in the eyes!”

“Can too!” You snap as you look back at him. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks a little more gently and you bite your lip, unsure whether to tell him or not. “There’s obviously something wrong, Y/N. And yes, it’s bothering me.”

“It’s nothing.” You huff. 

“Tell me.”

You sigh in defeat, knowing there was no use fighting with him. “I just…coming here made me think of a lot of things.”

Yoongi’s face scrunched in confusion. “What kind of things?”

“Things..” You started before taking a deep breath. “Things like how you’re this super mega star and I’m a nobody and you shouldn’t be wasting your time on me. Or how you could totally do much better and I’d just be ruining your career–”

“Whoa–hold up.” Yoong interrupts you with a raised hand, looking pissed. “Where the hell did all that come from?!


“No. Shut up for a sec.” He snaps and you flinch at the harshness of his tone. “First of all, that’s complete bullsh*t. I can date whoever I want and my love life has nothing to do with my career either. Those are two completely different things, Y/N.” He says and you look down in shame.

“Second, I don’t know who told you that you’re ruining my career because F.Y.I. I’ve never been happier since the day we started dating.”

You smile at that and when you look back at him, Yoongi had a soft look in his eyes which made your heart melt–and hurt at the same time.

“Third. it hurts me babe…it hurts that you would think you’re a nobody when you’re literally everything to me. How can you even say that?” His voice cracks a little and you felt a pinch in your heart at the hurt in his tone.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi-ah.” You finally tell him as you take his hands. “I’m sorry. I was being stupid.” 

“Darn right you were.” He scoffs. 

“I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

“I wasn’t mad at you.” He mumbles grumpily, looking away. 

“Okay, no sorry kiss then–”

“Aaah–no, I didn’ t say I didn’t need one.” He pulls you back in and puckers his lips. “Be sorry jagi. You hurt my feelings.”

Everyone thought Yoongi was this big, tough, imitating fellow who can rap out fire and send death glares like no other. But in truth, he was just this big marshmallow who has the biggest loving heart. And as you give his lips a peck, he smiles broadly and you wonder just how lucky you are to have someone love you this much.

“I love you.” You say as he wraps you in his arms.

“Yeah, I love you too…dork.”

Originally posted by wood-storm


You watched with a heavy heart as the BTS members wrapped up their shoot. You were so happy for them for finishing yet another successful MV, but you couldn’t seem to forget the recent events the played out earlier today. 

Being the girlfriend of one of the most popular idols in Korea, you–as well as your relationship–was always under scrutiny. You had grown used to the criticisms, and accepted the fact that not everyone would be in favor or happy of your relationship. 

But today, the criticisms seemed to seep through your bones, holding your heart in a tight grip. Simply because someone had said you were a hindrance to Hobi’s career and that he can do so much better. What’s worse was that it came from the people who actually took care of him within the industry… those who knew what was going on. And as pathetic as it may be, you believed them because they probably knew what was best for Hoseok and his career.

After the shoot, your boyfriend had offered to take you home despite your protests. The walk was quiet–on your part since Hoseok was talking nonstop about the shoot and you just nodded at the right moments to keep him from noticing your quiet demeanor.

By the time you got to your apartment, you say goodbye to him but Hoseok held your hand, stopping you.

“Hey, hold on a sec. We’ve got time.” He jokes as he pulled you closer so you were standing in front of him, He reached out and tucked a strand behind your ear which made your chest hurt. Hoseok was always so gentle and sweet.

You don’t answer and Hoseok frowns, noticing how you were avoiding his gaze.

“What’s wrong, jagi?”


“I think I know you well enough that it’s not.” He says, still calm and gentle as ever. It was moments like this when you realize just how less lively he was off cam. When the cameras were on, he was J-Hope, always laughing, jumping around, and screaming. But whenever he was with you, he was still happy hope sure…but there was a gentleness in his eyes and a calmness in his personality that he only ever shows towards you.

“I just…wondered… why you would be with someone like me?” You blurt out and Hoseok’s eyes widen. 


“No hear me out. I…I love you Hobi. But I don’t want to be the one to stop you from reaching your potential… I–I can give you nothing. There are people out there who are better than me, who can support you more and probably love you more–” You are suddenly interrupted by something warm engulfing your lips and it took a split second for you to realize that Hoseok had leaned over and kissed you.

It was gentle and sweet, but passionate and determined. Just like him. 

“I don’t think I can ever meet anyone…as amazing as you.” He whispers against your lips once the two of you parted. “You’re so beautiful, so smart, so supportive…” At each word, he wipes the tears from your cheeks that have escaped your eyes. “You love me so much and I’m so grateful for it. In fact, I should be the one wondering why someone as amazing as you could love me. I mean… I’m just me, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about? You deserve the world, Hobi.” You say and it makes him chuckle.

“Then you should know I feel the exact same way about you.” he says and you were silenced at that. 

“I’m sorry.” You sniff. “It was really stupid…”

“Talk to me about it before you get sad okay? Hoseok says as he runs his hand through your hair to calm you down. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”


“Good night.” He says and you squeeze his hand one last time before turning towards your door.


You look over your shoulder to find him still watching you, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“We okay?” You nod. He smiles.

“I love you.” He says and his eyes reflected much sincerity it knocked the breath out of you.

“I love you too.” You reply and you knew you meant it with all your heart. 

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I got carried away. Not sorry. lol <3 Hope you guys enjoyed that one!

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If you’re still doing the prompt list: “Don’t cry. Everything’s going to be okay.” Ladrien (because Ladrien is best ship) ✨

Ladrien is such a beautiful ship. It is the sweet, blushy ship and I love it. <3

“Don’t cry,” Adrien said, hands waving over Ladybug’s hunched form helplessly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

She sniffled and wiped at her nose with a disgusted sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually get like this. Today has just really sucked.”

“Everyone has bad days.”

“Even handsome models?”

Adrien blushed and Ladybug covered her face. “I can’t believe I just said that,” she groaned.

He laughed, pulling her hands away. Her skin was mottled and her eyes red from crying. “Even big dorks,” he amended.

“You aren’t a dork,” she pouted.

He laughed again and it was a warm sound that filled Ladybug’s heart. “I’m a huge dork but it can be our little secret.”

She smiled. “I won’t tell anyone, promise.”

“Good,” he nodded, face serious. “That’s important information that can’t get out.”

Ladybug giggled and primly wiped at her nose with a tissue. 

“See? That’s better,” Adrien smiled. “Why don’t you tell me what happened to make today suck so much?”

“There wasn’t even one big thing,” she huffed, throwing her hand up. “It was just a lot of little sucky things that culminated into one big sucky feeling and bleh.”

“Very eloquent,” he teased. “What can I do to make today less sucky?” He glanced at the clock on his bedroom wall. “Well, what’s left of today anyway.”

“It’s late. You probably want to get back to sleep.” Ladybug tried to stand but Adrien gently grabbed her hand.

“I’d love it if you stayed a bit longer, if you’re up to it, that is,” he said, face hopeful.

“How could anyone say no to you?” She sat back down on the couch beside him.

“It actually happens quite a bit,” he replied with a wry smile. “Now what can I do to make today less sucky?”

“You’ve already done it,” Ladybug said softly, glancing down at their joined hands. 

Adrien’s gaze followed hers and his cheeks warmed. “I’m so glad you came by.”

“I am too.”

“I kinda had a sucky day too,” he admitted, “but now that’s not what I’m going to remember about today.”

Ladybug felt her breath catch in her chest. “It isn’t?”

“No,” he replied, voice quiet as he rubbed his thumb across the back of her gloved hand. “I’m going to remember today as a very good day.”

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Buy me a coffee?

Moonlight Confessions

pairing: connor murphy x reader

word count: 865

warnings: like, swearing. do those need warnings? yeah swearing shield ur eyes children.

a/n: ok when was the last time i posted fanfic?? years ago lmao hello and welcome to my second one in forever !! someone hand me the tony for “Slowest Writer To Ever Exist On The DEH x Reader Community But Not The Entire Internet Because That’s Aiming Too High” it exists somewhere out there i can feel it,,,

dedicated to: @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou, who is absolutely amazing in every way!! she is !!!! wow gr8 !!!!! in all honesty maia, thank u so much for reading this and going “CUTE CUTE CUTE” ilu

“I think I might be in love with you.”

Connor turned towards you, wide-eyed and startled, maybe just a little unsure if he was hearing right. There were no angry accusations of “you’re lying” or “it’s not funny, Y/N, knock that shit off.” Hanging out on the edge of his roof, legs splayed haphazardly in front of you and head tilted upwards to the sky, everything felt softer under the glow of the 3 AM moonlight. Connor remained silent, a sheen of hope glistening in his eyes.

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💓 Your anniversary date with Zig Ortega would include 💓

▪ Zig is just the sweetest boyfriend ever

▫ and you know that he loves you very much

▪ he’d wake you up with small kisses all over your face, on your anniversary

▫ whispering sweet things in your ear, wishing you a happy anniversary

▪ telling you how much he loves you, that he can’t believe that you’re his girlfriend for a year now

▫" You’re the most amazing women i’ve ever met and I want to make this day as special as possible.“

▪ you’d slowly turn around until you’re on your back, opening your eyes and you can’t hide the smile that formed on your lips as you finally saw him

▫ because he looked so.. gorgeous

▪ a small smile on his lips, his hair so perfectly tousled

▫ “What a wonderful way to wake up.”

▪ (his smile would only widen, tbh)

▫ “I’ve planned a perfect date for both of us today! So, move your cute butt out of your bed and get dressed.” - “What about-” - “Breakfast? I already took care of that. Don’t worry.”

▪ the soft smile on your lips would probably stay there all day

▫ especially after giving him a loooong good morning kiss

▪ he’d take your hand, leading your out of the house

▫ the campus would be rather quiet, with the occasional group sitting somewhere

▪ and you just can help yourself and begin to swing your hands between the two of you

▫ making him chuckle softly

▪ it’s not a very big surprise when you’re stopping in front of the coffee shop

▫ it looks beautiful inside, when he finally opens the door

▪ a table is set with two steaming cups of coffee (maybe with a heart on top?) and a basket with buns and croissants

▫ you’re both having a small, v v delicious breakfast

▪ “For old times sake.”

▫ the shop is closed off for everyone except for the both of you, ofc

▪ “I pulled a few strings.” - “…” - “…” - “Oh my god, Zigmund, you’re such a dork.”

▫ (but he is your dork, right??? …i’ll just show myself out)

▪ “Where are we going after this?” - “To the aquarium.”

▫ okay, but he’d be so excited??? And would look so happy just thinking about it

▪ the whole drive to the aquarium is filled with him rambling about all the different fish and sharks you’re going to see

▫ and it’s just adorable, seeing him like that

▪ “You know, i often went with my sisters to the aquarium. We would shove our faces against the glass and watch the fish for hours.”

▫ the fish are amazing and so so pretty

▪ zig holds your hand the whole time, pointing animals out that he knows and making a small game out of guessing all the different kinds

▫ the blue light would illuminate him so beautifully from the side as he grins

▪ and you just stare

▫ thinking about all the things you’ve already been through and how much that man means to you

▪ “And you see this one there, with the yellow stripes-” - “I love you, Zig.”

▫ he’d be a bit surprised at first, giving you a small smirk as he leans towards you

▪ meeting your lips in a soft kiss under the beautiful glow of the water that surrounds you from all sides

▫ and it just feels so alright, as if this is everything you’ve ever wanted

▪ who would have guessed that this is everything you’ve ever needed a year ago?

▫ a cute, super nerdy boyfriend that cherishes and loves you so much

But listen, Jack being a semi-public figure most of his life, I bet the Falconers’d heard of him quite a bit before he joined the team. On one hand, that means they were ready to accommodate themselves to a person with anxiety issues and depression, making him feel extra welcome- but also they were expecting the sullen hockey robot with laser focus and a bit too competitive

Except??? That’s??? Not?? What??? They?? Get???

  • Like, this guy is nothing like they expected. 
  • He is smiling all the freaking time. 
  • He brings a packed lunch every other day. 
  • He is texting all the time and laughing out loud at whatever message he’s getting. 
  • He chrips everyone. 
  • He doodles heart on the back of his game notes. 
  • He brings everyone pie one of his best friends makes
  • even made them some mini pies himself, and was so proud of himself the big dork. 
  • Taters swears he heard him humming a Beyonce song in the showers. 

Just who is this person?? They were not expecting actual ray of sunshine Jack Zimmermann????

Welcome to the Loser’s Club

Chapter 1 - Movin’ on Down

Beverly came barreling into Richie’s room, completely out of breath and panting. “You guys will never fucking believe what just happened!” She said between gasping breaths. She flopped down on Richie’s disheveled bed next to Richie, Eddie, Stan, Mike and Bill. Her waist-length red hair splayed out over the mattress. She threw her hand out to Richie, who knowingly stuck a cigarette in her outstretched hand.

Ben came strolling in shortly behind her, a huge smile on his face. “Bev, chill out so you can tell them before you die,” he laughed. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Mike.

Bev pulled a pale blue lighter out of the pocket of her green jumper and lit the cigarette, taking a huge drag before speaking: “So you know my apartment, right?”

The group sighed. On Bev’s 19th birthday, her mom, out of the kindness of her heart (and probably a little guilt over what Bev’s dad had done to her), had gifted her with a set of keys. Keys to a new, fully furnished, apartment unit in a complex down the road. The landlord was an old family friend, and had struck a deal with Bev’s mom that as long as Bev did a favor here and there for him, she could live there for free. Ever since, her place had been the hangout spot, and Bev never stopped talking about “her apartment” and how much she loved it. The other Losers pretended to be annoyed, but really, they were just jealous, since they all still lived at home. (Other than Ben, of course, who slept at home but spent the rest of his time at Bev’s anyway.)

“Yeah, Bev, what about it?” Said Mike, shaking his head and sharing a smile with Stan.

“The lady down the hall from me died,” she said, taking another drag from her cigarette. “You know, the one I’ve been making breakfast for every morning?”

“Yeah,” Eddie chimed in. “Mrs. Bendell. She was a sweetheart.” He pushed himself up from his laying position on Richie’s lap. “She died?”

”Yeah. Died in her sleep. But guess what?” Beverly beamed at the boys, despite the somber topic.

“What?” Stan quipped. “Spit it out, Bev.” Bill removed his hand from Stan’s to fix an unruly curl sticking out from Stan’s head.

“She left her apartment to me! And, her sister that lived in the Union Manor complex down the street? She’s moving out! And she left hers to me as well!” Beverly yelled this last part, sitting up quickly and ashing her cigarette in the ashtray on Richie’s bedside table.

“So now you have th-three units?” Bill moaned, throwing his hands up in the air. “Lucky! How are y-you even going to af-fford that?”

“They’re all paid off! I guess Mrs. Bendell and her sister had more money than we thought. Both of their places are completely mine, free of charge, according to the landlord at Union Manor.”

“So, what then? Did you just come over here to brag?” Richie asked, obviously jealous.

“That’s where this gets interesting.” Beverly’s blue eyes sparkled as she looked around at the 6 boys sitting next to her. “I’ve decided to move into the Union Manor complex. It’s way bigger. It’s got 2 bedrooms and a separate kitchen and dining room. As for the other two in the Cedarwood complex…” She trailed off, reaching into the other pocket of her jumper. She revealed two keys, one blue, one red. She tossed the red key to Richie, who caught it and stared at Bev in shock. She threw the other to Bill, who made no effort to catch it and let it fall to the bed in front of him and Stan.

“You can’t be serious.” Richie said, staring at the key in his hand. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” Beverly laughed at her own dark joke.

“B-Beverly-” Bill began. “There’s no way I can just-”

“Shh, both of you. We’re all 19, we’ve all outgrown our houses, and I’m sure our parents are tired of us hanging around. We’re in college, for Christ’s sake. It’s not a gift, it’s mercy. Take it.” She said, a very clear sense of finality in her voice. She looked at Mike. “And you can feel free to stay with whoever you want. My place is always open, and Bill and Richie don’t have much say in the matter.” Mike beamed back at her, more grateful than words would express.

Richie looked like he was holding back tears. For probably the first time in the Losers’ lives, the Trashmouth was speechless. “This is a joke, right?” His voice cracked very slightly. “Right?”

Bev shook her head. “Far from a joke, Richie ol’ boy. Far from a joke.”

Beverly looked over and noticed Eddie sitting next to Richie silently, staring at his red and white striped socks and picking at his fingernails. She nudged Richie, who was still visibly shaken, and pointed a finger at Eddie.

“You good, Eds? Richie asked, his voice uncharacteristically low and unanimated.

“Yeah. Just wish I could move out,” Eddie said, looking up. I can’t afford my own place working at the craft store. And besides, my mom would never let me.” He smiled, his eyes still sad. I’m happy for you guys, though.”

Richie looked taken aback. He and Bev shared a look and snickered to themselves, Richie finally recovering from the shock. “You’re right, Eds,” he chuckled. “I just got a brand-fucking-new place to live, big enough for a small family, and I was just gonna let my boyfriend keep living with his toxic mother.” He lightly shoved Eddie, who looked up at him in utter disbelief.

“You mean-” Eddie stopped, afraid to finish the question. “You’re asking me to live with you?”

“Obviously, asshole! I thought that was pretty clear,” Richie laughed, his wild curly hair bouncing.

“I was throwing the key to both of you, Eddie.” Beverly giggled.

“We’re gonna live together?” Eddie stared at his boyfriend with skepticism. 

“Is that a yes?”

“If I can convince my mom-”

“To hell with your mom! Richie suddenly yelled. “We’ve got the opportunity of a fucking lifetime here, and I’ll be damned if Sonia fucking Kaspbrak is going to keep us from it.” Richie grabbed Eddie’s face and pressed their lips together. “We’re gonna live together.” Richie said when they pulled apart, staring at each other.

“We’re gonna live together.” Eddie repeated, a smile creeping across his now-red face.

Most of the other Losers watched this adorable exchange, but Bill and Stan were having a whispered conversation to the side.

“So, you wanna l-live with me?” Bill smirked, dangling the key in front of Stan’s face, which was flushed with excitement.

“Of course I do, you big dork.” Stan laughed. He playfully snatched the key from Bill’s hand and stared at it, reveling in all the possibilities the tiny blue key held.

Bill watched Stan inspect the key, loving how he could see the gears in Stan’s mind churn. It was the way he scrunched his cute nose, and how his eyes lit up when he thought of something that made him happy. Bill’s heart swelled at the thought of being able to make Stan happy, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Just the two of them, together. He planted a kiss on the curly-headed boy’s forehead and pulled him into a hug, Stan’s head on his chest as they sat with their friends.

After arrangements had been made for Mike to stay with Beverly, and everyone had showered her with thanks and gratitude, Bev left for home. The boys decided they’d move in the following Friday, to give them time to pack and let their parents know.

Ben and Beverly strolled down the sidewalk to Bev’s apartment hand in hand, Bev staring wistfully at the pink and orange sunset. Ben stared at the love of his life, as he often did, in complete disbelief that someone could be so beautiful.

“So, Mike’s gonna stay with you, then, huh?” Ben asked, hoping he wasn’t expressing his slight hurt.

Beverly turned to look at her soon-to-be fiancé, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Why?” She asked innocently.

“Well, it’s just that I, uh, I thought we might-” Ben was cut off by Beverly swooping over and planting a kiss on his lips.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Beverly said after they parted, her cheeks a flushed pink. “Of course you can live with me, Benjamin. I can’t live without you.”

Ben blushed the rest of the way home.

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Alix/Kim/Max (pls I luv them): "This... was not what I thought you meant."

I love them too dsfbghfdsfcg

“This… is not what I thought you meant,” Alix finally said, sighing at the puppy trying to chew on her roller blades.

“Yes, I’m rather shocked as well,” Max commented, holding the pup Kim had handed him as far away as he could.

Kim scowled and held up two puppies of his own. “I asked if you guys liked dogs, what did you think I was asking for?”

“Well,” Alix started, “I knew there was a tiny chance you’d get us like, one dog because we’re all three dating and it’d be nice to have one…”

“But there was no way you prepared us for four of them, Kim.” The puppy in Max’s hands wriggled about, licking and nibbling his fingers.

Kim’s shoulders slumped, and he sank to the ground, drawing Alix’s puppy’s attention to him. “I know, but you should’ve seen them! Siblings, in a box by the Seine, all alone. I couldn’t take just one!”

Alix and Max exchanged a quick glance before Alix sighed again, defeated this time. She set her roller blades down and walked over to Kim, sitting next to him and scratching the puppies behind their ears.

“Dork. You’ve got too big a heart, but-” she leaned into him- “that’s definitely never been a bad thing before. I can’t imagine it’s one now.”

Kim smiled at her, grateful and chuckling at the pup who climbed her torso to lick at her face. Looking at Max, he grimaced.

“You don’t have to take her if you don’t want, I can-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Max interrupted, still staring at the dog he was holding away from him. “It just needs a bath before I’m willing to get any closer.” His gaze flickered to Kim’s. “You did the right thing. I’m proud of you.”

“Heh. Thanks Max, Alix. You guys are the best.”

“We know,” both chimed.

A pause.

And then, laughter spilled from all three of them, happiness radiating from them and their four new additions to the group.


(warnings - slight smut. Nothing too wild, just ‘spice’, aha.)

“He has guards outside his house. Of course he has frigging guards.” Dean grumbled, hitting the steering wheel slightly.

You had managed to track down the Qareen’s heart to the local “rich man”, a Keith Knightly. With darkness as your cover, the boys had quietly parked the Impala down the road from the house.

“So what’s the plan?” Sam asked from the passenger seat.

Dean turned in his seat to look at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realisation hit you. “Let me guess, you want to seduce my way in again?”

“Just act like you want to kiss them or something to get close enough to knock them out.”

Sam looked at his older brother. “Dean, no. She could get seriously hurt. She’d be outnumbered if they realise what’s happening.”

You shifted in the backseat, scoffing. “Excuse me Sammy, but I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. Must I remind you of the countless number of times I’ve saved your ass?”

Dean tried to suppress his laughter. You turned to glare at him.

“Don’t even get me started on how many times I’ve saved your tush either, Deano.” Dean quickly shut up and you sighed. “Alright, I’ll do it. I’m perfectly capable of taking on two guys at once.”

Sam made a strangled noise in his throat and Dean’s eyebrows raised. “Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, boys.”

You opened the back door of the Impala, closing it gently behind you so you didn’t make a sound, and making your way over to duo of guards standing watch outside.


You popped your head in the window of the Impala a few moments later. “Done. Didn’t even have to tease them or anything.” You gestured to the two men laying unconscious on the grass.

Dean chuckled. “Jesus, you are good at taking on two guys at once. Huh, Sam?” He clapped his little brother on the chest before swinging his door open. Sam rolled his eyes before following suit.



“Okay, I think the best thing to do is to split up. There’s three floors so (Y/N) take this floor. Sam, first floor. I’ll take the top one. Alright, let’s go gank this bitch.”

I watched Dean walk off to find a staircase before turning to face (Y/N). “You remember what to do if you get anxious?” I was concerned. (Y/N) suffered from anxiety and although it didn’t make her any less of a great hunter, I hated to leave her on her own in case it suddenly hit her.

(Y/N) nodded. “Don’t worry, I do.” She turned on her heel, striding off in the opposite direction.

“I always worry about you.” I whispered, watching her walk away. I sighed before beginning to search the second floor.



So far, I couldn’t find anything. No trace of this thing’s heart. I ran a hand through my hair, exasperated. This case was going to be much harder than it looks.

I stiffened when I heard footsteps behind me. My hand instinctively reaching for my gun, I readied it at where the noise was coming from. My index finger resting on the trigger, the shadow came into the light and I let out a breath.

“(Y/N)? Jesus, don’t creep up like that. I almost shot you.” I ran a hand down my face.

“I’m sorry. There was nothing downstairs so I thought I’d come up here to you.” (Y/N) replied, making her way over to me and placing her hand on my shoulder. “You’re so tense, Christ.”

“Well, you did sneak up on me. There’s nothing up on this floor either so maybe we should go help Dean.”

“Dean can wait.”

“Why, what’s wrong (Y/N)?” I turned to make sure she was okay and that her anxiety hadn’t suddenly cropped up.

(Y/N)’s piercing (Y/E/C) eyes bore into mine before she grabbed a fistful of my shirt, pulling me closer to her. Her hand made its way to my neck, dragging my head down and making my lips meet hers.

I stiffened at first before melting into it. I would being lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to do this numerous times - I just didn’t want to risk our friendship.

I ran my tongue across her bottom lip ad she allowed me access. My tongue skillfully roaming her mouth, her subtle moans spurring me on, making me lose control. Kissing (Y/N) was so much better than I had ever imagined. She was like a drug and I couldn’t get enough.

My hands left their place at her waist to grip the back of her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on a nearby table. Her hands tangled themselves in my hair, tugging every so often. My own hands roamed every inch of (Y/N)’s body.

I tried to suppress a groan when I felt one of (Y/N)’s hands cup me through the thin fabric of my jeans. I swallowed hard when that hand continued to palm me through my jeans before slipping down the waistband. My head fell into the crook of her shoulder as she continued to massage my growing erection.

“That’s it, Sammy. Just let go.”

My eyebrows furrowed, half from pleasure half from confusion. (Y/N) only ever calls me Sammy when she’s annoyed at me. In my dazed state, I tried to remember what (Y/N) had said about Qareens.

‘They’re shapeshifters who take on the form of what you desire most.’

“Stop. Stop.” I untangled myself and backed up. “You’re not (Y/N).”

’(Y/N)’ smirked. “Really? What gave me away? You seemed pretty convinced up until now.”

“ ‘Sammy’. (Y/N) only calls me Sammy when she’s angry because she knows I hate it.”

“You don’t have to stop, Sam. I may not be her but I feel real. I feel like her.” ’(Y/N)’ slipped her shirt over her head and guided my hand to one of her breasts. “See? Everything with me feels real.”

I swallowed and tried to look away. “Get out of my head. Get out of my head!” I shouted. ’(Y/N)’ disappeared in front of my eyes. I rested myself against the table as I tried to regain my breath.



Dean rounded the corner and Sam quickly marched over to him. “Where’d she go?”

“Where’d who go, man?”


“I’m right here. Why?” You were pushed against the nearby wall, Sam’s face up in yours.

“How do I know if you’re the real (Y/N)?” Sam questioned you, his grip on you tight.

“ 'Real (Y/N)’? Sam, come on. Let her go. I said, let her go. We found the heart. We ganked the son of a bitch.” Dean exclaimed.

Sam glanced at his brother before loosening his grip on you, pulling you into a hug. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). That thing got into my head. I just had to make sure.”

You pulled out of the hug to look up at your friend. “Why would it take my form, Sam?”

Sam sheepishly avoided your eyes. Suddenly, it clicked. All the lingering stares, the overprotectiveness, the teasing, the sometimes awkward moments. He liked you too. Sam Winchester actually liked you too.

“Come here, you big dork.” You pulled him into a kiss.

“Frigging finally. Cas owes me $50.”

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(found this gif and couldn’t resist)

Originally posted by heavenlysams

Older Paladin Shenanigans

Pinning Keith and a very oblivious Lance.

Keith finally giving in to Lance trying to hook him up with someone and Lance just getting totally frustrated that he can’t find someone perfect (thank you underlining jealousy and undiscovered feelings). Hunk is just half done with them both and about ready to step in and shove them both together like Pidge has been trying for the two years now.

Keith actually finds someone that reminds him of Lance and it’s harmless flirting, Keith’s for once enjoying himself and distracted by the different company, instead of always searching for Lance in the crowd. Lance for once is completely distracted by the interaction and falling short with his usual play. He can’t help but to always look back to Keith, the shy smile and laughter, the rising blush that comes when he gets touched. Jealousy hits him so hard he doesn’t realize that he’s moving towards them till Keith is looking up at him in surprise.

( Now Lance has been fighting his feelings for Keith tooth and nail. Just absolutely refuses to admit that there is anything more than a small friendship. Hunk is ripping his hair out over it and everyone is dropping hints that Keith likes him. )

Fast forward a bit

When they finally get together. It’s on a mission together, just the two of them and the result of a fight. Keith calling Lance out on his jealousy and won’t let up. Lance fights and argues but doesn’t back down from Keith as he moves closer and closer still. Their both panting in each others face, hands on each other. Keith makes this tiny move forward, wanting so bad to kiss him and get this over with and Lance just lunges in to kiss the shit out of him. Crowding Keith back against a wall, while cursing at him, himself and everything under the sun.

It rough and raw. Lance very weakly repeating that he hates him, Keith just nodding to what he says. Finally Lance says love and Keith just says ‘i know’

Lance just about looses his mind, shouting at Keith. “Did you just fucking Star Wars me?”  (lets face it they are both too big of dorks and WAY TOO nervous to try anything more than a kiss)
Keith just cackles and wraps both arms and legs around Lance so the other can’t run. He can’t answer him, laughing too hard. Lance is this irritated, flustered mess AND JUST NOW REALIZING THAT HE’S SO FAR GONE FOR KEITH.

Their first night together is simple, just laying side by side facing each other just talking for the first time ever. There’s tiny banter but it’s heart warming and sweet. Lance is finally seeing Keith for the first time, the romantic and starry eyed teenager (they are not kids anymore, Lance: 22 Keith: 21) that grew up a little too fast and just a little too naive for the war. Keith can’t stop holding his hand, occasionally shifting to hold his fingers when it gets a little too hot. Lance notices that Keith can’t sit still for very long and twines their legs together to keep him from moving. They fall asleep like that.

It’s awkward the next morning, shy smiles from both of them, as they go about their morning routine. Both just a little unsure about how to proceed. They go about closing their mission and return to the castle. Before they climb aboard their lions Lance makes a quick move, kissing Keith sweet and gentle before running off.