how come it took me this long to watch it

rapha-senna  asked:

I still want my Stormpilot fic so how about Poe coming back from a long mission and Finn greeting him as soon as he lands with the fluffiest of kiss because they missed each other a lot ? (I am making myself swoon just imagining it) (Also, you gotta watch Rogue One) (Also also, so sorry if my madness over it spammed your dash ! I just ... aaaargh, best movie ever ! And the fandom is so nice and talented, it's insane) Hum. Anyway. Love and hugs, darling !

sorry it took me so long and also this thing decided to not be a drabble also angst but there’s the happy sappy ending I’m putting most of it under the cut hope you like <3


Every time Poe lands after yet another successful mission, Finn is there, waiting. Poe takes his helmet off and grins at him, spotting him among the crowd almost immediately, and then they weave their way through people and droids and cargoes being unloaded, running towards each other, colliding somewhere in between the unspoken words.

You’re alive. You’re back.

Hey buddy, I missed you.

This hug is where Finn wants to stay forever. Poe is his best friend and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The hug lasts just a few seconds and Poe’s hand ruffles Finn’s hair as they pull apart and Poe grins at him, again, telling him that the jacket still looks better on him than it ever did on Poe. Finn laughs and shakes his head and Poe slings his arm around Finn’s shoulders, steering them towards the base and their friends to celebrate another small victory. They laugh and drink and talk missions and plans and strategy and Finn is still, after all this time, amazed by how effortlessly he fits in. How this place and these people feel like a home he’s never had.

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I followed him home, I didn’t know why I was doing so. It was like something else was controlling me. He entered the bus and there were no seats, he took a standing position right in front of me. That ass. WOW. I could eat it out for hours and he could watch TV in another room. Fuck it was huge! He smiled at me before the bus started moving, I’m not sure how long he was smiling before I noticed… I was a little distracted. How embarrassing! His booty swayed to the left… then right… then the left… then the right. I had to have it, I had to!!! “Come with me…” I heard him say. My arms picked up my briefcase and my feet began to move. What was my body doing and why couldn’t my mind control it to stop? Was his butt contro… mmmm… his butt looks even nicer when it walks. I bet it smells amazing after a long hard sweaty day of work. I bet it feels really nice against my face… maybe that’s where I’m going? Maybe he’s letting me follow his ass (literally) home… maybe that’s what my new master…. wait what? Did I just say master? Fuck! I gotta get out of here… it’s… that… that… that smell! It’s rancid out here! Did he just?!?!? He gave me an ear rub and bent down to whisper “smell it”… holy shit! This guy just farted on me! But… the butt… it’s so beautiful… I’m sure I can deal with that.. that… uhhg! Stench for an ass like that. What are all these people looking at me? Haven’t they seen a butt slave before?

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Original request from my babe @gcneral-organa​ -  Hi I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a fic? Pietro Maximoff taking care of sick insecure reader? And it’s a little personal but by sick I was hoping you could do like serious-illness-handicapped-chronic-pain-and-not-going-away-anytime soon? If you’re not comfortable with this that’s perfectly okay, I know it’s a weird topic. Pretty please could it end fluffy though? Also could I be put on your tag list if it’s not too much trouble? I love your writing!

A/N: YEs okay, it’s ur friendly neighborhood fic writer coming at you from “It’s Nearly 3am and I Should Be In Bed But I Aint” and ur watching me slowly crumble into the abyss. No, jk. I finally got that last jolt of inspiration I needed to finish this, I’m really sorry about how long it took me to finish. (I honestly wish it were longer but oh well) Thank you so much for the information about chronic pain, I hope you like it!!(Not the pain, the fic, sorry, I’m not always good at words)

Pairing: PietroxReader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: None


Pietro’s voice floats through the hallway and seems to echo in my head, adding to the headache growing behind my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to get up this morning and missed training. Steve or Nat probably sent him to look for me.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

I lay in bed, debating whether or not I should call out and let him know where I am. Just when I decide to let him know, his head appears in my doorway, his expression curious.


“Hey,” He says pushing his way into the room. “Are you okay?” I shake my head, frowning at the twinge of pain the movement produces. “Where does it hurt?”

“Just… everywhere? I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”

“Can you move?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Would it be alright if I helped you sit up?” I nod and he slowly. He hooks his hands under my arms and gently pulls me up so that I’m sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

“Thank you,” I try to smile at him, but it turns into something closer to a grimace. “What made you come track me down?”

“You never showed up to training today. No one seemed all that concerned, but I was worried, so I figured that I would check up on you to see if you were alright.”

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

“I’m not sure,” I restrain myself from shrugging to avoid further pain. “Could I persuade you to get me some advil?”

“Of course, (Y/N).” He says, his voice gentle. “Is there anything else that might help?”

“Maybe a hot water bottle or one of those fabric rice packs that Steve keeps around? You know, the ones you stick in the microwave for a bit? They always seem to hold heat longer than the water bottles.”

Pietro nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I watch as he sprints from the room, leaving some of the papers on the corkboard on my wall swaying in the breeze.

As soon as he’s gone, he’s back again, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of gel capsules in the other. He helps me sit up enough to take the pain medication and sits on the bed next to me, gently running his hands through my hair.

“The rice pack is in the microwave and I’ll put the water bottle in as soon as it’s done.”

“Thank you, Pietro.” I smile at him genuinely. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“And yet, here I am, the kindest man in the building, taking care of you when you need it.” He jokingly flips his hair out of his face, earning a quiet laugh from me. He turns his soft smile on me, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. “There is no need to thank me, (Y/N). You needed help and I’m just doing what’s right.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re dating?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

He gasps dramatically, one hand lifted to his chest.

“The very thought that I would ever take care of you just because I feel that there is a romantic obligation is ridiculous.”

I roll my eyes, a smile sneaking onto my face. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Good,” he kisses my forehead before brushing away a few stray strands of hair. “You’re not a burden, (Y/N). You have a chronic illness. You can’t control it and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.” He tilts his head to the side, hearing something that my own ears can’t pick up on. “That should be the rice pack. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He speeds off again and is back within seconds holding the pack of rice all wrapped up in a dish towel.

“Where do you want me to place it?”

“I… My back actually hurts a lot. Would you mind sitting behind me to keep it in place?”

Once again his expression softens and he nods.

He carefully shifts my body so he can sit behind me on my bed. With my body positioned between his legs, he places the rice pack on his chest and helps me lay back on him so that my spine aligns with the pack. He then reaches around me and pulls up the blankets to cover the two of us.

“Is this alright?”

I nod. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, printsessa.” He says quietly and presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“Still,” I let my head fall back so that my forehead is pressed to the side of his neck. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“I’m glad that I could be a help to you.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I feel him smile. “It’s not often something that I have the opportunity to do.”

I feel my eyelids growing heavy, which is a relief considering the pain still has yet to subside at all. “You like me in the role of damsel in distress do you?”

“Not all the time, but occasionally, yes.”

“Well then I’m glad I have you around,” I smile at the image of Pietro sat on a horse in a full suit of armor. “My knight in shining armor.”

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#26 “You’re not going to kill me, are you?”, #27 “Curiosity killed the cat”, #31 “It was one time” Peter Pan One Line Prompts

Pairing: Peter Pan (OUAT) x Reader

Words: 957

Warning: smut

One Line Prompts

Walking through the thick woods of the dark Neverland forest, easily making sure not to step on any dry twigs along the way to my destination: Peter Pan’s secret hut.

With my heart racing and hands sweaty as I approach his secretive hut nervously. He built it himself, I watched it over time. Who knows how long it took, time doesn’t exist here.

I look around as I approach the entrance, feeling uneasy about how simple it was to reach how far I’ve come. I know I’m quiet and sneaky, but it shouldn’t have been this easy.

Curiosity killed the cat.” I hear a familiar British accent interrupt my sneaking around behind me.

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the blacklist 1x01 - pilot

okay so disclaimers: 

  1. i have seen up to 4x07, but i wanted to rewatch during the hiatus and catch up. based on how long this TOOK ME GOOD LORD i will probably not catch up by the time tbl comes out. i have not watched redemption so if anything happens in that that answers questions in these posts, well then, feel free to tell me i honestly don’t care
  2. these are just My Opinions.  please do not come in to my ask box or replies telling me i’m wrong or whatever. if i ask a question, feel free to answer, but please don’t try to come at my with some bullshit about how my opinions on certain characters are terrible.  i am well aware that my trash feelings about garbage characters are not well received in this fandom.  feel free to blacklist a certain name if you don’t want to see this lol
  3. i’m terrible at remembering things so if questions are answered later in the seasons, i probably just forgot or wasn’t paying attention lol. feel free to join in discussions or whatever and answer questions or let me know when i get facts wrong

okay here we go

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This took me a long time to make. It didn’t come out how I wanted it too, but I tried my best with what I had. I hope you enjoy it regardless. (This is a parody of JelloApocalypse’ ‘So this is Basically’ series)

Ecstasy- Vmin(Requested)

Originally posted by pasteltae

//things aren’t always fair, but when is it fun to play by the rules?//

~i have no idea what this is tbh, but to the nonnie who requested rough punishment with vmin smut, I’m so sorry it took me this long, enjoy~

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Humility (Minho)

{Requested by anonymous}

Request/description: I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Minho imagine where’s he’s a big cocky shuckface but when the reader comes in he changes. You can finish it from there.(But he’s still really sassy)

A/N: Sorry if this is different than you wanted, I was having a ton of writers block with it!

Warnings: None

Word count: 779


Minho ran out of the Maze with a smug grin on his face.

“How did everything go?” Alby asked and followed Minho to the Runners Hut.

“Good, as always. I mean, it’s me, Alby. What did you expect?”

Alby rolls his eyes. “Right. Well when your ego climbs down from that mountain its on, come tell me.”

Minho watched Alby leave and shrugged. Thomas ran in a minute later, completely out of breath.

“What took you so long, Thomas?” Minho laughed.

Thomas shot a glare. “Not all of us are as fast as you, shuck face.”

Another smug grin from Minho. “I know.”


When the box blared it usual screeching alarm, Minho turned to Thomas. “Five laps says he’s a Slopper,” Minho bets.

Thomas shakes his head. “You’re on. I think they’re going to be a Runner.”

Minho huffs and runs alongside Thomas to the ever growing crowd of Gladers. In the middle was the box that held the new Greenie. All the boys waited anxiously to see what he looked like.

Minho moved to the front and opened he door panels, feeling in charge. Except, his confident smile slipped from his mouth as soon as he saw who was inside.

“W-what?” Minho says under his breath.

It was you. A girl.


Your frost week in the Glade was rough. The rest of the boys stared at you like you were some foreign substance. Others were a little too happy to be around you. And Minho…Minho just made you laugh most of the time.

Whenever he wasn’t running, Ed hang around you. You found him silly at times, and surprisingly a little clumsy.

Alby noticed too. He watched from the Homestead as Minho walked next to you, staring intently at your eyes. He tripped over a rock but caught himself. Alby chuckled and shook his head.

“Shanks got himself a crush,” he muttered humorously.

Newt stepped up next to him and crossed his arms. “Who has what?”

Alby motioned to Minho with a smile on his face. Newt watched as you bent down and picked a flower. Minho tried resting against a tree but his arm slipped and he fell.

“What’s wrong with him?” Newt asked, concerned.

“He’s distracted. Look at him. He can’t stay on his own two feet!” Alby let out a loud laugh.

Newt furrowed his eyebrows until he saw you. Then he knew exactly what was happening.

“Does this mean I can trip him and he won’t be mad?”

Alby rolled his eyes. “No, Newt.”

“Tease him?” Newt raised his eyebrow hopefully.

“I could allow that. After all, he needs a little humility.”


You were really beginning to like Minho. He was strong, fast, and as sarcastic as you. But he did beat you in sass.

Lately a couple of the Gladers had been making faces at Minho, ones that you were always too late to see but saw Minhos glare back at them. You would raise an eyebrow but he’d just shake his head. Eventually you discovered that they were kissy-faces they were making at Minho. This only made your cheeks go a bright red and you often pretended not to notice.

When Minho sat with you at lunch, he’d talk about your job testing and how it went. A lot of the time you say it went fine, but, well today wasn’t as great.

“I swear I nearly killed everyone in that place,” you shake your head and shudder. Being a Slicer was not for you.

Minho laughed. “Well at least you’re not as bad as Winston was when he started. We were so close to making him a Slopper. Personally I think we still should.”

Winston rolled his eyes. “Hey stop tellin’ her lies. Slim it and eat your food or I’m telling Frypan you don’t like it. And you know how he gets.”

Minho nodded with his smile slipping off his face quickly. He ate some of his soup and turned back to you. To the left of you, you could hear Winston gasping in astonishment that Minho had took his advice for once. Minho didn’t notice.


The next day, you were helping Minho in the morning before the Maze doors opened.

“You know,” you say and help Minho slip on his Runners vest. “I’m gonna be a Runner one day.”

Minho stops and turns to you. “A Runner?”

You nod confidently. “Yep. And I’m gonna be better than even you, the king of the Runners,” you tease.

Minho gives a calm half smile. At this he knew he’d have to pay up to Thomas, but he didn’t care.

“Maybe you will.”

we'll still have each other| kiane

summary: now that it’s raining more than ever, know that we’ll still have each other. [yes rihanna trash leave me alone]

pairings: king/diane, sorta one-sided diane/meliodas.

sidenote: *slides in* wow. Something with an actual story and not just pointless drabbling?? i thought this day would never come. dedicated to my DEAR friend Kiri, sorry this took me so long bby. have some cavity kiane.


A single rain drop hit her nose. Another slid down the expanse of her cheek, laughingly slow, like a tear drop paving a path for its brothers.

She had been expecting rain. She was even wearing her black rain boots, with bright white polka dots, and a light navy blue jacket to cover her school uniform.

She had forgotten an umbrella. How stupid of her.

She stared down at the sidewalk, watching the pale cream color dull into a deeper beige as the raindrops coated it, slowly at first, then all at once, like someone had decided to pour a bucket over the entire city.

Pieces of her hair became plastered to her cheeks from the force of the rain she didn’t care now, nothing mattered anyways.

The day had started off so well, too.



“What are you going to do today Diane?” Elizabeth asked her, school had just ended and they were on their way home to start the weekend.

“Nothing,” she replied, clutching her lunch box anxiously. She wasn’t going to tell Elizabeth what she had planned, she’d probably end up interfering anyway.

“We should go shopping tomorrow, I need new socks.” Elizabeth chatted. Diane wasn’t really listening, she had too much planned today, too much going on. She loved Elizabeth, but she sure could be oblivious sometimes.

When they got to Elizabeth’s house, Diane was all too eager to say goodbye to her. She had been waiting weeks for this day, and finally, she was going to confess. She was going to confess her love to Meliodas, it was all happening today.

She had snuck a note asking him to meet her after school at the football field. Football practice was cancelled because of the rain that was scheduled, already the clouds were beginning to darken, but it didn’t dampen her spirits one bit.

The trip to the fields took less than a minute, and the butterflies in her stomach were stirring up a ruckus. She was nervous, and excited, and hopeful all at once. She felt like she was in elementary school again, seeing him for the first time.

She grabbed a silvery section of the bleachers and hoisted herself up to see better. The metal was cool to the touch, and she eagerly scanned the field.

There he was. He had actually came! He was standing by the scoreboard on his phone.

She wondered who he was texting. Probably Ban.

Another part of her brain said that it was Elizabeth, but she swept the nagging thought away quick enough. She had noticed their closeness over the past year, and it had ticked her off a bit, since she had him first, technically, but she loved Elizabeth, so she’d never confront her.

She inhaled deeply and began the trek to the goal post. Everything would be ok.

When she was halfway there, Meliodas hadn’t even looked up from his phone. She felt her heart tighten and she weighed the option of running away.

But it wasn’t worth it, she’d run away too many times. This was her last chance.

“Meliodas,” she called when she was within earshot. He looked up from his phone and threw her a casual wave.

“Yo, Diane. What are you doing here?” He asked, looking mildly confused. He must’ve not realized she was the one who’d asked him to meet.

“I wanted to meet you here.” She said, folding her hands behind her back anxiously. Hi eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“That was you? What’s up?” He wondered allowed, still keeping that dopey curious face.

“I wanted to tell you something…” she closed her eyes and summoned all of the courage she had in her. “I…”

“Is it going to rain?” He interrupted her suddenly, holding his hand out, almost waiting for a raindrop to fall into the palm of his hand.

Frustrated, Diane puffed out her cheeks and decided to go out on a limb.

“I love you!”

It took a few seconds to affect him, he curled his hand into a fist and dropped it back to his side. Then, he sighed, like he had been expecting this whole ordeal to go down one day, and leaned his back against the goal post. It was old, so it made a small squeaking sound in protest.

“No you don’t,” he responded simply. Flabbergasted, Diane opened and shut her mouth, hoping for intelligent words to pour out with no avail.

“Wh-at?” She barely managed to annunciate. He shrugged.

“Come on Diane, you don’t really love me. And I don’t love you, not the way you want me to. I think you know that.” He told her softly.

“That’s…” she digested his words slowly, painfully, like needles sinking into her flesh.

He didn’t love her. He didn’t like her back, not at all…

“You’re my friend, Diane. And you always will be. But you don’t love me, you should realize that. It’s pointless to pin after me when you could do so much better.” He spoke with such resounding confidence, Diane wanted to believe him. But she was too hurt to even speak.

She had spent so long loving him, it didn’t seem like there’d be any world for her to return to after this rejection.

“Hm. It is going to rain, you should get home.” Meliodas said before inhaling and turning around to walk home.

She stood there, in the football field, watching him walk away.

That couldn’t be it. That couldn’t be all. This was her moment, her time to shine, it wasn’t supposed to be this way-

She looked down at her hands in awe.

What was wrong with her?



She wants to walk home, but her feet are frozen, the rain just falls harder and harder and somewhere along the line she starts crying, too.



Puddles begin forming on the street beside her, and cars fly by, eager to get home, to see their families after a long day at work.

She just stares at the ground, like she is waiting for it to grow a pair of lips and give her some decent advice.

What could possibly come next? Every chapter of her life up until now had been next chapter, you’ll live happily ever after, with Meliodas by your side.

But the chapter was over, and she had no happily ever after. She had no prince.

Maybe she was the dragon in this story, and everybody knows dragons don’t get happy endings.

But didn’t she deserve one too? Dragons want a happy ending, just like any princess.

She steps in a deep puddle and some water drips down into her socks. Great.

She’s sure she smells like a storm and looks like one tore right through her, but she doesn’t really care.

What was the point of looking pretty if you had no prince to be pretty for?


Her heart pauses at the sound. Could it be, Meliodas had come back for her?

She looks up, eyes wide with wonder, but blinks in confusion when she sees someone else running towards her.

“Good god, you’re soaked! Here,” he remarks,  holding his umbrella up higher, just so it covers up her dripping wet body.

King is not built for running, he is tiny for a boy his age and is wheezing like a dying hamster. It’s somewhat endearing, partly because she knows she looks no more attractive than he.

“Thanks King.” She speaks hollowly, making no movement to indicate genuine gratitude.

“Are you…?” He stands up after a few seconds of heavy breathing. “Ok? Are you ok? Did someone hurt you? You’re-“ his hand stops a few inches from her face. “You’re…crying…”

“I’m fine.” She assures him, in the least reassuring voice she’s ever conjured.

“Who did this? Who made you cry?! I’ll-“

“King, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” She makes a tiny effort to wipe her tears away, but frowns when nothing but dark black smudges on her hand. Right. Her makeup.

“No! If someone hurt you, that’s not ok! I…” He trails off again and it’s then Diane realizes that neither one of them are very good with words.

“It’s my fault,” she admits, trying her best to wipe her sopping makeup off. “I was dumb.”

“You…you’re not dumb, Diane.” He tells her, adjusting the umbrella to it’s a little bit higher. She is a few inches taller than him, but it was still endearing to see him try.

“I really am,” she sniffs, looking down at him sadly. “He never loved me, did he? I never stood a chance, you know that King.”

His face contorts in realization. Diane wonders if everyone did know about her crush, it seemed like Meliodas was the one who new more than anyone else.

“Well – yeah, maybe he doesn’t like you now, but that’s not because you’re bad, or anything!” King says, his tone is rushed, and she can instantly tell he’s just trying to cheer her up. He’s always done that, always been the one to pull her back on her feet. It’s selfish of her to want to keep King to herself sometimes.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” She asks him, but it’s more directed at herself than anyone. What flaws did she have that drove Meliodas away? Was she too tall? That had always been a problem in her life…

“N-no! There’s nothing wrong with you! I mean-“

She raises one of her eyebrows at him. He blushes, and looks down.

“I mean,  you’re just…” He stops, almost like there’s a word lingering on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m just…what?” She asks him, looking down with blatant wonder and curiosity.

He smiles at her nervously and shrugs.


She stops walking for a second, and so does he. It seems like both of them are equally embarrassed.


“I mean…I just…”

“Thank you.”

He looks up at her, worried expression slowly fading.

“Thank you King, really.” She wipes her eyes again, only minimal dark smudges appear. She’s sure they make the weirdest pair, a sobbing, raccoon, faced girl and a small, fairy-faced boy.

“You’re…welcome, Diane.”

“You’ll always be my friend, right?” she asks, a wide smile gracing her cheeks.

His heart stops. She is so beautiful.


Because for her, he’ll be anything.

“Good, because I think I need a lot of ice cream,” she laughs a little bit, peeling a bit of wet hair off of her forehead.

He laughs along with her, tightening the grip on his umbrella to make sure she isn’t getting any rain on her.

They walk home to the beat of the falling rain, and the sunshine on Diane’s horizon is just a chapter away.



       how could a child be with a MONSTER of a KING ? the frail woman , whom would only watch as the carnaged took place , would become even further distress as eyes widen . all the while , the mere YOUTH danced around the man as though he was a silent prayer . it did not take long for jane to pull her away , just for a moment as the monster disappeared before she spoke “ —— HOW CAN YOU BE WITH THAT MAN ? “ she was a tremble now , voice changing with time . “ he will kill you , won ‘ t he ? “       /       @waitingfcrtomorrow

“Remembering This” Part Two - Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1588

Warnings: Embarrassing parents (again), fluff, maybe swearing? (I can’t remember)

Author’s Note: Sup peoples! Sorry this took so long to get out, I’ve been really busy with school lately. But, I hope y’all enjoy! (Lilleh is awesome… she made me do that)

A few days later, Peter called you and asked if you would like to come over and watch a movie. You accepted and decided to wait last minute to tell your parents about the “big date” with Peter.

“So this boy,” Your mother started, glancing up at your father.

“Here we go,” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms and sinking into the chair.

“You met him at Tony’s party?”

“Well, not exactly,” you sighed, “I met him at the bus stop. He stayed with me to make sure I was okay.”

“Hm,” your father rubbed his chin, walking over to the dinner table to sit across from you. “How does he know Tony?”

“Yeah, it seems a bit weird that a child was at the Stark tower for an adult gathering-”

“How old is he again, (Y/n)?”

“He’s a sophomore, Ma.” You shrugged.

“Where does he go to school? Or is he homeschooled?”

“Is he a good boy? Does he get good grades? He smart?”

“Will he treat you right?”

“You know, no funny business. I don’t need a grandkid right-”

“Oh my god, Dad!” You interrupted, jumping out of your seat. “It’s only the first date! You both need to stop interrogating me, I know how to take care of myself. He’s a good guy okay, y'all can chill,” you laughed, shaking your head at your embarrassing parents. A buzz from outside the complex made you jump, and you rushed over to the window to see Peter outside the door. He was holding a bouquet of daisies, tapping his foot nervously on the dry pavement. Walking over to your parents, you gave them a quick hug and said you would be back before 11.

“Um, how about 10:30?” Your mother suggested with a dry laugh.

“Fine, I’ll be back at 10:45!” You winked and ran out the door, your purse in your hands and a cardigan flung over your shoulder. The noise of footsteps as loud as thunder filled the complex as you sprinted down the stairs. You stopped in front of the door, quickly catching your breath, before pushing it open and stepping in front of the adorable little dork. Peter looked up and his eyes opened wide, trailing up and down your body. Dressed completely casual, yet so beautiful at the same time. You took his breath away and all he could do was just stand there with his mouth open, looking like a complete idiot.

“Wow, (Y/n). You look- you look great. Not just great, I mean- you look just… wow,” Peter gushed, rubbing his neck as he stared at you dumbfoundedly. You let out a small giggle and fumbled with your fingers.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Parker.”

Peter laughed and gestured towards the daisies. “I thought roses were too stereotypical, and I was gonna get you sunflowers but,” he handed you the bouquet, “I thought the daisies were beautiful.”

You smiled, how did you get so lucky to meet such a gentleman?

“Well, daisies are my favorite.”

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, before breaking into laughter once more due to the awkward tension between the two of you. Peter lifted his arm, nodding his head as a gesture for you to place your arm in his. You nodded and slid your arm through his, laughing once more as the two of you started to walk down the dimly lit street.

“Oh, my! You must be  (Y/n)!” Aunt May exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Peter was right, you are so beautiful!”

You looked over at Peter, who’s cheeks were burning bright red, almost brighter than yours.

“May,” Peter started, “Think you could let us in first? You know, before you embarrass me?”

You snorted, and immediately covered your mouth. Pulling away from Aunt May and walking through the door, your eyes scanned the small, adorable apartment. A bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter, along with a date loaf resting next to the bowl. A cute little couch with a small red blanket draping over it, in front of a flat screen TV, which was probably the most expensive thing in the apartment. You loved the flat, it really looked like the perfect style for the Parker’s.

“So, (Y/n). Do you like date loaf?” May asked, gesturing towards the loaf on the counter.

“Hey, why don’t we go watch a movie in my room! Over this way,” Peter nervously grabbed your hand and led you to his room, quickly shutting the door as soon as you were inside.

“I am so sorry,” Peter apologized.

“It’s okay Peter,” you smiled, plopping onto his bed, “I don’t mind. She’s sweet.”

“Yeah, but you really wouldn’t want to try that date loaf. It’s just…”


“Yeah, yikes supreme.” Peter chuckled and began to search through one of the drawers in his nightstand. “So, (Y/n), what would you like to watch?”

“Well, Peter,” you joked, “what can we watch?”

“I’ve got Westworld, the original GhostBusters,” Peter continued to shuffle through the drawer until he finally found the DVD he had been searching for. “And my personal favorite, Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back,” Peter had a cheeky grin bearing his adorable face.

You gave him a shocked look, “Wait… Star Wars?”

Peter’s smile faded, “Yeah? Why, do you not like Star Wa-”

“I LOVE STAR WARS!” You exclaimed, jumping off the bed and snatching the DVD from Peter’s hands. Your eyes were lit up with excitement, scanning through all the legendary cast names and the short summary on the back of the DVD.

Peter stared at you in awe, how did he get so lucky to meet such a beautiful dork like you?

*2 hours and 7 awesome minutes later*

Peter had snuck you up the fire escape to sit on the roof. The two of you were now gazing over the beautiful city lights, your head leaning on his shoulder and both of your legs dangling over the edge of the building.

“I could stay up here forever,” you mumbled, your eyes reflecting the sparkling lights. Peter gently kissed your forehead and let out a content sigh.

“I would gladly stay up here with you, (Y/n).”

You slid your hand into his and gave it a gentle squeezed. The two of you laughed and continued to stare out at the city.

“You know, you never told me what you do for Stark?”

Peter tensed up. “Well, I mean technically I did.”

“Sure, you did technically tell me what you do. But I mean… what exactly do you do as an intern?”

Peter’s thumb gently rubbed the top of your hand and he  exhaled. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Peter,” you sat up and stared into those beautiful, brown puppy dog eyes, “this is our first date. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I can keep a secret. But you don’t know that for sure. I’m not saying you shouldn’t trust me, but you would be extremely trustworthy to tell me something that is clearly a big part of your life.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you saying that being trustworthy is a bad thing and that I shouldn’t tell you?”

“I’m sorry, I make sense 12 percent of the time and the other 88 percent of the time is just complete and utter nonsense,” you giggled, covering your eyes and slightly shaking your head. “I’m just an awkward mess-”

Peter cut you off with his lips suddenly pressing against yours. Your arms gradually wrapped around his neck as the warmth of his lips kept you entrapped in his presence, making you wish that this moment would never end. His hands lightly trailed up your body towards your cheeks before softly pulling away.

“Wow, that was-”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes flew wide open, “Random.”

Peter started to tell stories of his best moments of being Spider-Man. You listened carefully, watching the way he told every tale with a hint of excitement and the way he moved his hands when reenacting each time he webbed up a criminal. You were starting to fall hard for this boy, and he was making it really easy too.

“And then, I was like, ‘You know, in the future, if you’re going to steal cars, don’t dress like a car thief, man.’ And his face was priceless!”

You grinned as Peter started to laugh so hard that tears were forming.

“Hey, Peter?” You whispered, “What time is it?”

Peter glanced down at his watch, “Uh… 11:02.”

“Shit!” You yelled, standing up quickly and backing away from the edge. “I was supposed to be home about 17 minutes ago! Oh my god, they are gonna kill me-”

“Hey! Don’t worry-”

“No, Peter,” you interjected, lowering your voice, “My parents are very overprotective and would never let me out this late, let alone walking home by myself at this time of night!”

“(Y/n), it’s gonna be alright. We can just call your parents and I can walk you home,” Peter spoke calmly, with a small chuckle.

“Oh, yeah. That works too. Maybe you can tell me another story?” You suggested, shrugging while giving a small wink.

Peter blushed, “Definitely.”

You bit your lip and nodded your head as you made your way over to the fire escape. But when you didn’t hear footsteps behind you, you turned around to see Peter standing still, staring in your direction.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Peter flashed a small smile, “Remembering this.”

You smiled in response, holding out your hand, “Come on, Spider-Man. Take me home.”

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Kian lawley imagine: Just tell me..

I watched his videos constantly. Hopping from one to another, again and again. He made my heart beat and my smile appear. I looked at him so close, jc spoke in the background saying God knows what. I looked around the room, I was alone. I was on my computer.. Completely alone. It was a tease, feeling his presence near me. Only in my dreams I could really get creative. Seeing him laugh, smile and hug me. That was until everything happened, I watched him near the counter singing a Christmas song. He caught me looking and chuckled,

“What?’ He says coming over

I shook my head, "nothing”

He sighed hugging me, “are you thinking about it again?” He asks

“No, seriously I’m not” I say hugging him back

“I promise, every day you’re with me I’ll show how worth it you are to me. I know it took a really long time to find you.. But I’m so glad I did. Thank you for not giving up on me. Even after all of the YouTube commotion” he says placing a kiss onto my lips

I’ll help you anyway-A Kyohei Rikudoh (Scandal in the spotlight) smut shot!

Kyohei was leaning on your doorway, watching you bite your lower lip in concentration as you were scribbling down phrases for Revance’s new single. Your beautiful locks were tied up into a loose bun, giving him a good view of your neck and collarbone. His soft chocolate brown eyes took in the hazy look in your eyes and your pouting lips as your mind was brainstorming for ideas. Smirking, he closed the door to your room, locking it from the inside.

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I really Really REALLY love Toriel from Undertale only I’m having a hard time beating I think the almost last boss because I used up all my money and food on the boss before and that one took me like 30+ tries to beat too.

I’ll probably restart and try to have enough food by the end but I’m not sure how long I can handle it… I might end up just watching a playthrough, haha…

Her Gomez [ Steve Rogers x OC-Reader Insert ]

Prompt : Helping Steve catch up on TV Shows and you showed him the Addams Family.

Pairing : Steve Rogers /OC-Reader Insert

Genre :  General  |   Warning : None

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“Come here, Steve!” Steve could hear her voice from the doorway. He took long strides towards the living room to find her lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her hand and a remote TV on the other hand.

[Y/N] promised to show him to the ‘modern world’ ever since she found out how far behind he was on pop culture. Today, she texted him to come up to her place and watch The Addams Family with her. He hasn’t seen it yet but he did see some of the pictures [Y/N] had sent him this morning. Apparently, the upcoming Halloween was the perfect reason for her to force him to watch this movie.

“Is this a horror movie?” Steve sat next to her and she scooted closer to him, sharing the popcorn.

“Not really. It’s a lovely movie.” [Y/N] smiled and pressed the play button.

The night weather in New York was starting to get colder so Steve had to get up to grab a few thin blankets for both of them. She seemed undisturbed, her eyes focused on the movie.

[Y/N] stole a few glances at Steve while the movie was playing to see his reaction. He seemed freaked out by the movie, not that she blames him. She did notice a small smile on his face when Morticia and Gomex exchanged a few weirdly sweet words.

‘Woo her, admire her. Make her feel like she’s the most sublime creature on earth.’

Steve was clearly admiring Morticia’s and Gomez’ relationship and how much they love each other. The line did made him turned to [Y/N] for a mere second, a soft smile on his lips.

“It’s a peculiar movie.” Steve concluded when the credits started to roll down.

“It is. I love it though. So, how was it?” She smiled, clearly interested to hear his thoughts on the movie.

“I love Morticia and Gomez.” Steve told her.

“They’re a sweet couple aren’t they?” She nodded.

“And Morticia reminds me of you.” Steve said again with a grin on his face.

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“It is. She’s an amazing person with great personality.” Steve shrugged; oblivious to [Y/N]’s slightly pinked cheeks. Their little talks were interrupted by Bucky calling Steve for some help in his place. Steve looked apologetic when he hung up the call and told her he needs to go back.

“We should watch that kind of movie again.” Steve told her as they walked towards the front door, knowing how much she loves that genre of movies.

“We should.” She nodded and hugged him.

“Good night, [Y/N].” Steve waved and walked away from her apartment. He entered the elevator and heard her calling his name right before he pressed the close button.

“Good night, Gomez.” She hollered. Steve smiled back as the elevator doors closed up and he found himself looking forward to more weird movies night with her.


# 4 Monica Geller and Chandler Bing (FRIENDS)

When i saw you walking down that aisle I realized how simple it was. I love you. Any surprises that come our way, it’s okay because I will always love you

anonymous asked:

Hey there, I love your writing, so if you're ever up to, could you write Rosa and Charles watching the surveillance tapes from the evidence lock up in episode 03x01? I just think it would be so funny to actually see (in this case read) Charles watching Jake and Amy killing a guy with their kiss, and Rosa telling him to chill (while secretly smiling to herself).

ahh thank you!!! once again i’m super sorry for how long it took me to turn this around!!!

“Wait, wait!” Charles shouts for the third time in five minutes. Rosa’s huff comes out as a growl as she basically throws herself backwards in her seat, rolling her eyes as far back as they’ll go in her head as Charles stands and hurries toward the surveillance room door. He flicks the lights off, throwing the room into an almost-eery glow that throws sharp shadows across his grinning face as he hurries back to his seat beside her. He’s already made her stop so that he could pee (“I don’t wanna miss a single second!”) and again so he could find a jacket (“I don’t wanna be distracted by how cold it is in here, Rosa!”), and now -

“Mood lighting?” Rosa asks, unable and unwilling to keep the disdain out of her voice.

“This is going to be the most romantic thing I will ever witness, Rosa. It has to be perfect. One day my kids are gonna see this tape.”

It would be touching if it wasn’t so totally weird.

“Whatever,” she grumbles, turning back toward the film pulled up on the screen. It took Savant all of twelve seconds to get everything pulled up for them, which apparently isn’t all that impressive in and of itself, except their last IT Department Head would sometimes take twenty minutes just to log in to his stupid computer.

It’s really a wonder they weren’t hacked sooner.

The picture quality is pretty bad, but Rosa can already tell that it’s Amy’s arm only just starting to push the door to the evidence locker open. Her fingers are strangely tingling as she reaches for the play button. "Ready?“ She asks Charles one last time.

“I was born ready,” he mutters, eyes glued to the screen.

She rolls her eyes and presses play.

Amy comes in alone, surprisingly. They watch the grainy image of her quickly pace toward the front row of shelves, where she feigns interest in what Rosa is pretty sure is a duffel bag literally stuffed full of cocaine, before the door suddenly opens and Jake appears. He’s turned back toward the exterior of the room, apparently in the middle of shouting something (Rosa vaguely remembers him yelling something about evidence earlier, but she learned a long time ago to not pay much attention once Jake starts shouting) before closing the door and quickly meeting Amy in the middle of the room. She half-expects them to just immediately go to town on each other, but they don’t - instead, they start talking. She can tell by Amy’s exaggerated movements that she’s excited about something - binders, probably - and Jake responds to her just as enthusiastically.

“C'mon,” Rosa grumbles. “We came for the action, not the foreplay.”

Jake asks something, Amy shrugs, Jake says something disparaging (she knows it’s disparaging because she sees his head drop down lower toward his shoulders the way it always does when he’s being annoying), and then -

“Oh, oh, we have hand-holding!” Charles shouts excitedly.

“Look at Santiago, initiating the rule-breaking,” Rosa says. Amy pulls Jake to the back row and spins so that her back is pressed against the shelves. His hand is still in hers, though, and she uses it to pull him to her; Jake appears to go more than willingly, bracing himself with hands on the shelf on either side of her shoulders, diving in for what appears to be a pretty raunchy kiss.

Charles squeals.

It’s pretty annoying, really, but Rosa finds that she can’t quite draw her gaze away from the two making out on-screen long enough to level a proper glare at him. “Oh I’m - I’ve waited so long -” Charles says, and she glances up to find his eyes glassy with tears as he watches.

“S'creepy, man,” Rosa tells him, but she’s fighting a grin that is dangerously close to bursting across her face. Amy’s no longer pressed against the shelves when Rosa looks again - in fact, she looks to be half-way through the process of pushing Jake back against the shelves - when suddenly the evidence locker door swings open and Dozerman comes lumbering in. Charles gasps when Amy shoves Jake away so forcefully he falls, and Rosa snorts when Jake leaps back to his feet brandishing a candy wrapper he apparently found on the ground. They both wince when Dozerman collapses into the boxes stacked to the right of the aisle, and Rosa finally stops the tape just before Amy reaches the door to the lockup. “They actually killed a guy,” Rosa marvels.

“Correction: their love killed a guy.” Charles says. He’s poorly suppressing a grin. “They’re the Jack and Rose of the Nine-Nine. It’s official.”

“Are you saying that Jack and Rose caused the Titanic to sink?”

Charles blinks a few times, his grin slowly fading. “N-No, I - oh,” he frowns. “Just that, like, the odds are stacked against them, but…their love will prevail.”

“You do remember how it ends, right?”

Yeah, but Amy actually won’t let go. They’ll die holding each other as the Titanic takes on water -”

“I think you may be getting a little ahead of yourself, there, buddy,” Rosa mutters, but he’s already grinning dreamily again.

And somehow, Rosa can’t find it in herself to mind.

Voice of an Angel

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Voice of an Angel

Hello I had a really good story idea and I was hoping you could help me out? The reader has been with the boys for about a year and she is super shy but has a huge crush on Dean! So he brings home lunch one day and hears her singing and can’t believe that voice is coming out her and realizes just how much he really cares for her! I know you will hit it out of the park! Song Tove Lo- Talking Body.

Authors Note: Sorry it took so long chickie. Hope you love it. xx


    Dean sat watching Y/N as she did research into the case they were working on, once again she was sitting quietly, reading as she usually did. Y/N could feel Dean watching her, which made her want to shrink even further into her seat, she wondered what he was looking at. She felt him look away back to the book he was flicking through; he certainly wasn’t reading it wasn’t his thing. Y/N glanced up shyly at him; she felt a smile appearing on her face, which she quickly pushed away.
     ‘You ok?’ Dean asked, breaking her out of her daze.
     Y/N nodded and blushed, quickly looking at her book again, while mentally telling herself off. She looked at her watch and debated just going to her room and reading, it would be more comfortable. She would feel more comfortable. It was bad enough that she was shy, and hated being around people, but the fact that she had the worst possible crush imaginable on Dean didn’t help. He sent every one of her senses into overdrive, when he was close she forgot to breathe, when he brushed against her she fought to control the heat that it left behind. What she felt was like nothing she had ever experienced.
     Dean often wondered what Y/N was thinking. She never really spoke unless the boys initiated the conversation. There was no random chat; nothing that revealed what was going on inside her mind. Most of the times it didn’t bother him, the silence allowed him to think, to zone out. But times like this he found he was distracted by what was going on in her mind. He watched out the corner of his eyes as her face changed expressions, he watched as her eyebrows knitted together, as she was thinking something. Was it what she was reading? Was it something else? He asked but she just brushed it off. He watched as the colour came to her cheeks, he had to admit as wrong as it was he did enjoy watching that happen. The colour that appeared on her skin, the pink rose flush that brought life and emotion to her.
     The trio had known each other for about a year now, Y/N wasn’t a hunter when she met the boys, not even close. She was nanny, and the child she was caring for died at the hands on a changling. It ripped her up pretty bad, she asked the boys before they left for a run down on what it would take to stop something like that from happening again. While she didn’t always hunt, she was still learning how to fight. She did help with the research.
    ‘Ok, so I’m thinking we go re-examine the body, maybe we missed something,’ Sam sighed.
    ‘You go re-examine the body, I’m going to get lunch,’ Dean countered.
    ‘Y/N?’ Sam offered.
    ‘I might just keep reading, there’s still quite a few books to go through,’ she spoke softly.
    Sam looked and her and nodded and smiled. He knew it wasn’t just about the books, it was about the 10 minutes alone to be able to relax.
    ‘You sure you don’t wanna come get lunch? We can eat out, get fresh air?’ Dean offered. He watched as she bit her lip and considered his offer.
     ‘No, that’s fine. I can grab something here later.’
     ‘Y/N, there’s nothing here, I mean seriously I think the leftovers in the back of the fridge will talk to you if you’re nice enough,’ Dean grinned.
     Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, ‘It’s ok really, but thanks.’
     ‘Ok, well you have to eat so I’ll bring back something.’
     Y/N nodded, she had a huge internal debate with herself about going with him. Time alone with Dean in the car would be great, but on the other hand time alone with Dean in any aspect would be disastrous. Right now she wanted nothing more than to scream ‘Screw you shyness,’ and just go.
     The boys left and Y/N found her iPod, as much as she enjoyed being alone, she hated the quiet. She knew now about what went bump in the night and there was no way she wanted to listen to that and panic about what if’s.
      She moved to her bedroom and laid on her bed, pushing her earbuds in. Her playlist ran through and she sung along to it free and happy, there was no one here to hear her, she could be her and enjoy it.
      Dean came back a while later, and heard music coming from Y/N’s room. He didn’t realise she was into acappella, he placed the pizza and movie he had got on the table and went to get Y/N.
    ‘Now if we’re talking body, You’ve got a perfect one, so put it on me, Swear it won’t take you long, If you love me right…’
    Dean was impressed, the singer she was listening too was amazing. He’d have to ask her who it was. The voice was captivating. He saw Y/N’s door open and went to talk when he realised that it was Y/N singing. His jaw dropped he had no idea she had a voice as amazing as that. He stepped back into the hall and just stood there watching her.
     ‘Love, give me love, Anything you want I’ll give it up, Lip, Lips I kiss, Bite me while I taste your fingertips…’
     He felt a smile appear on his face, he was completely and utterly fascinated by her. The sound of her voice, the way she showed so much emotion in her face and voice, the way for the first time since they met she looked care free, the way there was a hint of a smile on her face as she sung.
    ‘Day drunk into the night, Wanna keep you here, Cause you dry my teas, Yeah, summer lovin and fights, How it is for us, and all because…’
     Dean considered what it would be like to be laying next to her, to run his fingers along her hand as she held the page down she was reading. He realised then that it was something he wanted to do more than anything. He wanted to kiss her bare shoulder when she wore her summer tank tops, he wanted to kiss her head as he walked past, to run his hand through her hair.
    ‘Now if we’re talking body, You’ve got a perfect one, so put it on me, Swear it won’t take you long, If you love me right…’
    Dean moved into the room, he wanted to tell her, to let her know. He wasn’t normally this impulsive but the more he thought about it the more excited he got, she had him hook, line and sinker since he first laid eyes on her. But it wasn’t until now he realised just how bad. It wasn’t until now he realised that it was more that just curiosity over her shyness.
      Y/N felt someone watching and froze, stopping mid sentence, turning quickly and sitting up she almost fell off the bed.
     ‘Don’t stop that was amazing. I didn’t mean to scare you,’ Dean quickly apologised, feeling bad.
     ‘It’s ok, sorry I didn’t know you were home,’ She spoke quickly, turning off her iPod.  
    ‘I didn’t know you could sing, that was unreal,’ Dean explained. He watched as she went bright red, he felt that familiar stir in his chest.
     Y/N smiled shyly, but didn’t say anything. She knew she had a voice, but she had an issue with people hearing it. The two stayed where they were, Y/N looking at the ground, Dean watching her.
     ‘So, ah I have pizza and a movie if you’re interested,’ Dean offered.
     Y/N nodded and got up to follow him. They sat in the viewing room and ate lunch while they watched the movie. Dean kept looking at Y/N, wanting to say something, want to do something. Right now he was so unsure. Which made it worse, he was Dean Winchester smooth is what he does. But with her it was different, Y/N was so much more than just a bar pick up.
      Dean shifted slightly, all set to say something but changed his mind. Eventually he noticed her hand next to her thigh on the sofa, he watched as she tapped out the beat to a song in the movie. He didn’t realise she was using it as a distraction, she could feel Dean watching her. It was tap out the beat, or leave. Either way she needed to stop her leg from bouncing and her nervousness from showing. She had no idea what was going on. Her heart was still soaring from Dean’s compliment earlier and now the closeness in which they were sitting was almost like a sensory overload for her.
        Dean took the plunge then and slid his hand over hers, intertwining his fingers with hers. He watched as she went red and looked over at their hands, her jaw dropping slightly. She looked up at him and he smiled at her, not sure what else to do. She hadn’t pulled away yet, so that was a good sign for him right?
      Y/N panicked and quickly turned back to the movie. Her heart was racing, her breathe hitching. She was struggling. After and while she couldn’t handle it anymore and she got up.
       ‘Y/N I’m sorry, if you aren’t interested that’s fine. I just I like you and want to I know you better, maybe look at this whole… I don’t know… crap.’ Dean tried.
      Y/N looked at him like a rabbit caught in headlights, worried she was hallucinating. She tried to talk, several times. Each time she opened her mouth she shut it again. It was Dean’s turn to panic now. He had screwed up. She wasn’t interested.
     ‘Is this a joke?’ she managed eventually.
     ‘What? No,’ Dean answered shocked.
     ‘Is this a trying to be friends with benefits thing?’
     ‘No. This is about me liking you and wanting to be with you, get to know you.’
     ‘Are you sure? I’m not exactly a get to know person,’ Y/N panicked.
    Dean looked at her and smiled, even now she had him. He stepped closer to her, closing the gap. He brought his hand up to her face and ran his thumb along her cheek, before leaning in and placing the gentlest kiss on her lips.
   ‘Yup. Definitely sure,’ he grinned. ‘Like willing to give you the last piece of pie sure.’
     Y/N looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
    ‘Ok, willing to share it,’ he chuckled. His whole body brightened even more when she laughed. He kissed her again, this time deeper than before. His hand moving through her hair, pulling her in closer. He was amazed at how great she tasted, how right she felt. She was just as amazed, she couldn’t decide if she was dreaming. But hell if she was she didn’t want to wake up.
     Neither heard Sam come in, neither saw him grinning. Neither saw him mouth ‘Bout time,’ neither heard him leave. At that point it was just the two of them.  

EXO react to comforting you when your dog dies

Aw anon, I completely understand what you’re going through right now. I remember when I lost my dog that I’d had since I was little, I was heartbroken. I hope this cheers you up. Things do get better.

As you’ve not specifically asked for 6 members, I’m just going to randomly pick. This post explains it in more detail. Also, I’m so sorry this took so long for me to do.

Note: Y/D/N = Your dog’s name

Baekhyun: “Will a cuddle with [yours and Baekhyun’s dog] make you feel better? We don’t like it when you cry,”

Chanyeol: “Babe, are you okay? I can’t imagine how hard this is for you,”


Y/N: “Y/D/N died this morning,”

Chen: “I’m sorry, come here”

Luhan: (Ignore him smiling) *Tries to comfort you when you’re crying*

Sehun: “I can’t watch you cry, because I’ll end up crying,”

Tao: “I know how much you loved Y/D/N, I loved him/her too,”

Jared Leto - Baby I am bored

Can you write an imagine where Y/N is with Jared Leto and you are together in his house. Bored a little bit. And Jay start to do a striptease to you, just for fun XD no need to be smut I think, just funny :D Ps. I know I’m weird 😂

Don’t worry, it was not weird at all. I just hope that this what you wanted because I was not exactly sure how to write this. Again I am sorry it took me so long :)

Love Lily

You sit in your boyfriends living room, waiting for him to come home from the store where he was getting snacks for your weekly movie-night date. You sat cross legged in front of the DVD Shelf trying to decide what to watch.

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