i bet you guys thought i was kidding

anonymous asked:

I bet Harry loves to kiss and like trying to eat the tiny thighs and arms and little toes and hands of their babies 😍😍


You just know he does. And he LOVES it so much that the missus always sees him doing it, to all four of the kids. When he’s undressing them so he can clean them and slip on new nappies, he’s putting their tiny hands in his mouth or slipping their tiny feet between his lips as they gurgle out at the new found feeling and squeal out a makeshift giggle. Lips gaping into smiles as they show their toothless gums, eyes crinkling, and a dimple popping on their cheeks - because, let’s face it, they’ll ALL inherit the dimples. 

And he just loves to pepper kisses all over their bodies. Before they get dressed into new clothes, when they’re laid upon the changing mat with his figure hunching over them. Starting at their faces before going to their tiny shoulders and over their bellies where he blows gentle raspberries against the pudge, hearing them squeal and grip his hair as they suddenly become attracted to the brown locks sticking up, and down to their little thighs and legs. 

“You’re just the cutest, most sweetest things in the world,” he coos, nudging the tip of his nose to their button noses, “daddy could just eat you all up.” xx


Snippets from Gekkan Shojo Nozaki-kun #87

Yeah, we know Hori Sempai has been noticing her forever but this is like the first time he is finally acknowledging it and I. AM. ALIVE! 

(Do we have enough material for a Season 2 anime? I’d really like a Season 2 already, guys!)

Fic Prompt / Request: Uchiha Homecoming & the Konoha 11


Hello how are you? Do you think you can write a story where Sasuke and family meet all the other members of Konoha 11 and /or their children. I’d love to see how Sasuke interacts with the others since we’ve ve hardly seen him talk to any of them (except team 7 members I guess). I know you’ve got a good grasp of the characters personalities. And besides, it’s been so long since you wrote about anyone other than the Uchha family. Thanks! 

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You’re Distracting Part 4

A/N: So this is way longer than I expected. I just couldn’t find a great place to stop in between without it being too short. The next part will proabably be pretty long too. That being said I am still going to try and post the next part by Thursday and maybe a one shot in between. This chapter has way more innuendos than I planned but I think its pretty humorous.


Title: You’re Distracting Part 4

Rating : Teen bordering on Mature

Warnings: references to sex, kissing, jealousy

word count: 1891

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

I woke up around 9o’clock and decided to clean up my dorm room before getting dressed. After a long relaxing shower I went through my daily routine of clothes, hair and makeup. I even put on more makeup then I normally do. I didn’t want to admit that I was nervous about talking to Thomas. My roommate was still studying abroad so I didn’t have to worry about disturbing her by having Thomas over. She seemed to hate him as well until I confessed to her that I had feelings for him.

I had just finished putting the mac and cheese dish into the oven to finish cooking when I heard a knock at my door. My heart seemed like it was ready to run away from me by the time I was standing in front of the door. I ran my hands on the front of my pants before I shakily opened the door.

There he was in his bright magenta jacket, black t-shirt, and jeans. When I looked at his face he looked like hell. I know for a fact that I had caused it. He had a hand running through his hair at he looked me over, as if making sure I was ok, Dark circles under his eyes and his hair was way more of a mess than usual. He looked tired like he hadn’t slept in days and he fidgeted under my gaze instead of the regular brash confidence that he normally had.

“Come on in,” I stated moving to the side.

“Thanks,” he responded. He came in and sat at the end of the coach. I walked behind him and sat on the other end of the coach praying that he didn’t notice I put as much distance between us as possible but of course he did. He looked at the distance between us with a sad look before looking up at me with a sheepish smile. “I am sorry. I was a huge asshole. I know that. I felt awful after you left and then Madison decided to add his 2-cents in and reminded me how before this you had never once upset me. The first time you do something I don’t approve of and I was the biggest jerk out there.”

“Thomas, I over reacted. I knew you weren’t going to be happy about it. I shouldn’t have said stuff like that .I should have told you before that too. I should have told you before when it ended up going past one date.” I said.

“Well if you are happy with him then I will try to be happy for you. You are my best friend and you deserve the best. I am going to be honest though I don’t think Hamilton is ‘the best’,” He chuckled at the end but then realized his mistake and glanced down at his lap, “Sorry”

“Me and Alexander aren’t together anymore,” I said gently glancing up as his face as I uttered the words.

His eyes widened, “Why? Umm what happened?”

“We broke up yesterday. We both agreed that dating one another had just been a distraction. We are still friends but… “

I glanced at him and watched some of the tension leave him as he left out a sigh, “That’s good.” I smirked and immediately cocked my head raising my eyebrow. I watched him tense and immediately lunge for me pulling me in to a hug apologizing profusely saying that it was an accident. I just laughed and patted him on the back. “I got to go get the mac and cheese out of the oven.”

It took a while for everything to go back to normal. I still hang out with Hamilton once a week and we watch a movie or play a game. Jefferson never talks about. However, he has been known to ask me to hangout or try and make plans with me every time he hears I am hanging out with alexander.

One day Madison, Jefferson, and I were all sitting in the coffee shop like we did all the time until Madison slammed his hands on the table. I had a vague flashback to when Jefferson had done the exact same thing. Both Thomas and I looked up at him confused as to what happened considering we had just been talking about the weather and Madison never gets upset. “Were you going to tell us about the guy that I saw ask you out in the court yard yesterday or were we going to go through the same issue that we had with Hamilton?” He huffed. I noticed Thomas tense out of the corner of my eye before he let out a sigh.

“She doesn’t have to tell us Madison. She can date whoever she wants, “Jefferson said with a fake smile, still incredibly tense. Madison gawked at him. The entire situation was so hilarious, I ended up laughing out loud. They both looked over at me like I was crazy.

“I turned him down Madison. I wasn’t even remotely interested. Besides if I went out with anyone than who I actually like Hamilton might beat me,” I chuckled before you realized I just confessed. “I mean I don’t ‘really’ like anyone. I- I just uhhhhh.” Madison stared wide eyed at me. Jefferson coughed tensely and said something about using the bathroom before quickly leaving the table.

“Soooo I am assuming its Thomas right?” Madison asked leaning conspiratorially on the table with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said staring straight ahead and taking a drink from my coffee. I felt him continue to stare at me until I finally cracked. “Fine, yes it is him,” I sighed.

“HELL YEAH!!” Madison shouted out to the entire Coffee shop as I tried to shush all his cheering. I was this close to smashing a vase over his head to shut him up when he finally settled down. “Well now you have to tell him.”

“What the HELL!? No, I cannot and will not.” I shouted at him, earning you several weird looks. “You crazy bastard.” I mumbled under my breath. I felt sick to my stomach.

“He likes you too. I know he does. He never shuts up about you and he gets jealous every time you even mention another guy, especially Hamilton. Then you just … ”

I just rolled my eyes and shushed him from his ranting as I saw Thomas coming back from the bathroom. He sat down and Madison suddenly pulled on the scariest grin I had ever seen. I knew he was forming a plan and before I could stop anything Madison was talking.

“So you were thinking about going out with Lafayette? I heard you constantly compliment him on his accent.” Madison asked blatantly. As soon as he said that Jefferson almost choked on his drinking, holding it back from doing a spit take.

“W-what?” Thomas asked in a hoarse voice.

“She can’t stay single forever Thomas, try and keep up. I am just saying that Laf seemed interested and he is our friend so we know that we would get along. Besides, Y/N has a long list of options I am sure you would prefer Laf to Laurens ,who I heard was talking about asking her out in English tomorrow.” Madison said gently sipping on his drink. I just stared at him wide eyed. What the hell was he getting at? Thomas fidgeted in his seat with a red face. He seemed in deep thought when my phone dinged with a message causing him to jump.

“Who is that?” Madison asked, seeming to have nervous hop in his voice. I gave him a weird look but pulled out my phone.

‘From: Madison

To: Y/N

Pretend its alexander who is texting you! Just trust me. Say Hamilton wants to hang out soon.’

I glanced up and looked at him like he was crazy. He rolled his eyes and jerked his head as a go ahead. I sighed but decided to go along with whatever he was trying to do. After all I have nothing else to do. “It was just Alexander asking if I could hangout today.” I said flippantly. Jefferson snapped out of his thought and looked over with wide eyes at me. I raised my eyebrows and smirked.

“I have to ask!!! How big was he? I bet he was either was really tiny or really huge I don’t think there is an in between with that guy.” Madison said as he leaned onto the table conspiratorially.

I stared at him bug eyed for a second. “You have got to be kidding! I am not telling you that.”

“Please, please, please I want to know.”

“No Madison.”

“You have to, me and Jefferson will never know otherwise.”

“If you want to know so badly then you go have a round with tiny Hamilton.” I realized my mistake too late and had let it slip. Madison stared at me wide eyed with the kind of smile you would find on a kids face on Christmas morning. I flushed furiously. “I- I mean yeah small but that did really make a difference for me.” It was at that moment I decided I would curl up in a ball and die. Did I really just say that out loud? I am such an idiot.

Jefferson sat there as if he had been hit with a stun gun and Madison was laughing too hard. “What do you mean it didn’t make a difference? Of course it makes a difference.”

I really hated this conversation but Madison was starting to piss you off. I got my barings and took a drink of my coffee. I just smirked and looked up at him. “His mouth isn’t just good for talking.” I said nonchalantly.

Madison stopped and his jaw dropped. Thomas suddenly turned to me with no warning. “We need to talk. Can we go back to your place?” He said angrily.

“Oooooh someone’s in trouble!” Madison mocked as you ignored him.

“Sure Thomas.” I said nervously I grabbed my drink that had gotten cold and threw it in the trash before Thomas grabbed my arm and practically dragged me through campus to my dorm.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” I said nervously as Thomas closed the door. Was he mad at me again? Stupid Madison. As soon as he started talking Thomas had gotten weird. However, I didn’t have time to think as my arm was grabbed and my back was slammed against the door.

I slowly looked up from the broad chest in front of me. My brain almost short circuited looking up at Thomas above me and extremely close. He took me by surprise by smashing his lips into mine. As soon as his lips touched mine I responded without thinking. The kiss was hot and passionate. My hands buried themselves into his hair as his hands moved to grip my waist and pull me closer. Over the next few kisses that barely had any break between he was taking his hands and sliding them over every inch of me he could find. It was hungry, passionate and strong. Not to mention, ten times better than any fantasy I had concurred up.

The Fake Boyfriend

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: Reader bumps into a stranger and her life gets flipped upside down…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: This was written for @dancingalone21 ‘s Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was, “Don’t objectify me.” If you aren’t following her go do it!…

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axel-the-female  asked:

Hello Sevi! I know that mostly every fan of BNHA focuses and loves dad-might and dad-zawa. However what do you have opinion and headcannon wise for dad/Uncle Present mic?

Ooooh, actually, I love the thought of Mic (and the other teachers, too) being like uncles or aunts for the children!

For Mic, I headcanon that he is the “funny” uncle – you know, that one guy who would join in on every fun the children can think of. Want to do a karaoke in the living room? Go to the amusement park? You can bet that he is in the middle of it all.

The kids he is closest with are Jirou and Kouda. The kids have impressed him greatly with how they figured out a way how to pass his midterm exam, even though he still is wary of the fact that Kouda can send bugs after him, of all things.

Mic is the one who helped Kouda come up with a possibility of upgrading his hero outfit, adding some extra speakers that would transmit his voice and orders to animals further away. He also made it his goal to help the quiet and timid boy to become a bit louder, encouraging Kouda to do his trademark “YEAH!” with him. There was no success with that yet, but Kouda doesn’t really mind, rather appreciates the effort.

As for Jirou, Mic feels all but obliged to support a young “listener” who loves music just like he does. They end up spending their free time with music lessons – Mic knows a few tricks with the guitar that Jirou is delighted to learn about, while Jirou has some neat suggestions of songs that Mic could play at his radio show. Mic has not told the girl yet, but he is quite sure that he will broadcast the very first own song Jirou will write and finish in the future.

There are also evening where Mic just ends up in the living room with everyone at the dorms, including Aizawa and (probably) Toshinori, and he and the kids end up singing at the top of their lungs, whatever songs they want to. Toshinori chimes in after some encouragement, while Aizawa just pulls a pillow over his head.

Mic sings a bit louder at that and just laughs at his grumpy friend.

moody | john shelby

john has to deal with his moody teenage daughter who doesn’t like the reader

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Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

When you married John, you knew that there was going to be issues with the kids. They were so used to having their mum, Esmé, around them constantly and now to have you, was going to be a major shock to them. The youngest ones didn’t mind as much, they didn’t really understand. His eldest, Katie, was the one with the main issue. John tried hard to make Katie understand that you were there for good, she just wouldn’t accept it. Katie would constantly make up lies, in hopes that you and John would divorce. John would tell you that the stunts she pulled didn’t matter to him, but it didn’t help in any way.  

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We love you (BTS Fluff)

 Words: 937

Warning: Fluff

@nerdynerdbookworm requested:  Hey! Can I just say that I love your blog?! I was wondering if you could do a really squishy/fluffy scenario with the boys for me? I’ve just been having a hard time with life lately and need some cheering up ☺ and I love your writing

A/N: Thank you very much for liking my writing and my blog <3 It really means so much for me to knowing that you enjoy ^^. Here you go!

A/N²: Don’t let this “hard time” let you down. You can talk to me whenever you want to.

Originally posted by buy-me-jams

You were not the kind of person who was sad, walking on the corners. No, you were happy, amused. You were just facing one of those seasons in a person’s life that things are hard. You just needed something to release everything. All your stress. But you weren’t the kind of girl that let people realize your bad moments. Even the 7 most important people in your life.

It was 9:00 pm at night and you were at your home, watching some TV to distract yourself when your phone buzzed.

Jimin [9:05p.m.]: Hey, Y/N! You’re so gone these days. We miss you; you haven’t come to visit us lately. How about we go out? Together?

You breathed deeply. You were missing them too, but you really didn’t want to hang out. All you wanted was some time to yourself. But how could you avoid him?

 You [9:08p.m.]: Hi Chimchim! Ah, I miss you all too, but I don’t want to hang out, I’m kind of tired. I’ll just finish this movie and go to bed.

Damn it, Y/N, why are you avoiding Jimin? You miss him and he misses you! You thought. He had called you to go out at least 3 times that week. You started feeling worst.

Jimin [9:13p.m.]: You? Y/N doesn’t want to hang out?

Jimin [9:13p.m.]: Are you okay? You never prefer to stay at home instead of hang out with us. Is something bothering you? Have I done something?

Poor Jimin…No, you didn’t do anything. You were dying at the thought of him blaming himself.

You [9:15p.m.]: No, Jimin. It’s not your fault.

Jimin [9:18p.m.]: Then why are you avoiding us? Why are you avoiding me?

You started feeling tears coming. He was one of your best friends. You knew you could just talk to him.

You [9:21p.m.]: Chimchim, I’m not at a good moment. I’m not good at all; I just want to stay alone for a while. You know me.  I don’t like to show people when I’m bad or something

That’s it. You waited for an answer that never came. Twenty minutes had passed away and he hadn’t answered you. You thought that maybe his cell phone had lost battery or something. You stood up from the couch, meaning to go upstairs and just sleep when a knock on the door made you jump. Who can it be, so late?

 You opened the door and almost fall to the ground when you saw them. Jungkook, Taehyung, Hobi, all the 7 members there, standing in front of you. Jin was holding a bag and Yoongi had two bottles of soda in his hands, Namjoon had two more in his.

“What are you d-“ you started saying but were cut off as Jimin excused himself and entered into your house, the boys following him before giving you a peck on your cheeks. You closed the door and stared at them, who were placing the stuffs on the table in front of the couches and sitting at the carpet. What?

 You stayed there standing, not understanding what was happening.

“If you don’t want to hang out, then we came” Jimin said.

“Y/N” Taehyung called, “Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t ok?” he asked, his voice with a little of sadness.

You blushed. You knew you should’ve at least explained them what was happening instead of just avoid them. You felt tears coming again but this time you couldn’t hold them back. You started crying and quickly felt Taehyung’s arms around you, hugging you tight.

“Shh, we’re here” He whispered.

“I-I’m sorry. Guys, I’m sorry” you whispered, “I should’ve told you. I’m sorry” you said as you leaned your head against Tae’s shoulder.

 “Come on, let’s sit” he said and walked with you to join the boys. You sat between Yoongi and Kookie, smiling at them.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just facing a hard season and I didn’t want to bother you with it” you said.

“Bother us? Y/N, you never think about that. We love you; we wanna see you happy every day and every time. I know how you are but stop keeping it to yourself, you can always share your problems with us” Jin said.

“Yeah. Please don’t do that again. Don’t avoid us. We like you so much” The shy maknae said, his cheeks blushing as much as yours.

“Thank you, guys. I love you all” you said.

“So, I know we can sleep here. I bet I would look amazing in one of yours long sweatshirts” Hobi said playfully and you smirked.

“Oh yeah, you are a diva” you kidded back.

“So, what were you doing before we got here?” Jimin asked.

“I was going to bed” you admitted.

“No. No way. We brought a lot of sneaks and junk food, soda and a lot of movies. You are not sleeping” Namjoon said determinate before standing up and choosing a movie.

 You felt happiness filling you up.  You looked at their happy faces. The thought of that seven great, amazing, gorgeous guys there, supporting you, worrying about you was everything you needed to feel to get better. You loved them so much. As friend, as army, as everything was possible. You knew they loved you too, and that whenever you need to, they would be there for you.

Shadows (Reuploaded)

Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1200ish

Warnings: cursing, theft, mentions of blood and fighting

Summary: You, a common thief, meets the scarlet webster.

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, (Coming Soon)

A/N: Honestly don’t know where I’m going with this but whatevs. Also this is my first fic so no hate please. And ignore any mistakes.

Originally posted by bubblyholland

You grabbed the money and stuffed it in your backpack, quickly turning and running toward the shadows. Getting to a big enough shadow, you jumped in quickly teleporting out of the bank. You ended up in an alley on the other side of New York where you took off your ski mask and threw it into the nearest dumpster. Smirking to yourself at a job well done, you headed to your home in the Queens.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and walked out into the streets. You were debating what charity to donate most of the money to when you arrived at your apartment. Walking inside, you headed toward your kitchen where you usually hide the cash. You removed the tile right in front of the fridge and took the money out of the bag, putting in the hole. When you were contemplating your next move, you just decided to go out and treat yourself.

It was around couple of hours later when you wanted to go home. Leaving the bakery with a fresh pastry and a small content smile, thinking about all the things that went right this day.

A clap of thunder startled you out of your happy state. Quickly you looked up and noticed all the gray and angry clouds. Shit. You were too busy getting ready for your heist you didn’t even bother to check the weather. Cursing to yourself, you started to walk faster, desperate to find an ally that you could find a secluded shadow in. You finally found one and hurried to the safe haven. Right when you found a big enough shadow to travel through, you got interrupted.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw this guy in red spandex hanging upside down in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized him as the Spider-man. Double shit. Of course you’d pick the ally that fucking Spider-man would be in.

Maybe he’s not here for me and it’s all a big coincidence,’ you thought, hopefully.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know anyone that can manipulate shadows, would you? I mean who am I kidding, it’s not like a lovely lady like you could know such a girl.” As his speech progresses, your fear grows.

You bet there’s a god out there that’s laughing their ass off right now. That fucking dick.

You laughed a nervous, awkward laugh before replying, “Yeah why would I know? I’m just a normal girl amirite?” Your speech came out a little too fast and high for it to be believable. You turned around, aiming for a different shadow when Spider-man did his little web thing to your legs, gluing them to the ground.

You guess you’re going to have to do this the hard way. Keeping your poker face up, you try to look over your shoulder at the spider but you find him gone. A shadows casts over you causing you to look above you. There sat Spidey on the hanging from a fire escape.

A smirk crosses your face, “Yo Spidey, you wanna know a little secret?” The boy in the suit cocks his head little bit. “Manipulating shadows is a simpler term,” you said as you made a solid shadow dagger form in your hand. You went for your webs on your feet first, cutting them before standing up again. When you were free you went to go attack underoos who was just above you but you found him gone. Figuring this is your chance to get out of there you ran for a shadow. You were quite literally one inch from your escape when you got close lined.

Unknowingly, you blacked out. One second, you were almost to freedom. The next, you were on the ground holding your, now, broken nose.

“Holy-shit-tits,” you groaned out. Peaking your eyes open, you saw a man with bow and arrow pointed at you and Spiderman next to him. “Well fuck me over backwards. I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” you said in a squeaky voice in from holding your bleeding nose.

“Cap is gonna love you,” the bowman said with a smile.

You were completely blindfolded and handcuffed so you couldn’t do any ‘shadow bullshit’ as bowman called it. In all honesty, you didn’t know where they were taking you. But if Spiderman is connected with them, it couldn’t be that bad right? Right?? They did stop the bleeding of your nose, so that’s a good sign.

You couldn’t even try to figure out the conversation happening in the front. All your concentration was on trying to not have a full on panic attack. The darkness from the blindfold was really freaking you out. Memories from before started to flash across your brain. You tried to shut them out, you really did.

“Hey, you ok? Do you need, like, some medical help or something?” You could barely hear him through the blood pumping in your ears. Guessing by the voice, it was the guy that got you into this mess. Oh when you got free, you were going after him

“I ca-can’t bre-athe,” you say into between gasps. You heard him quietly whisper ‘oh shit’

“Uh, ok. Just focus on my voice. You’re going to be fine. You’re not even going to jail,” He lifted up the blindfold and the first thing you notice was his mask was off. He had nice brown hair and attractive figures. When your eyes finally met his, you were hit with a sense of calm. His eyes were a nice warm chocolatey brown. You could lose yourself into them if you wanted to. So much for wanting to go after the guy. “I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves. I’m Peter. You are?”

“I’m Y/N,” you replied. Your breaths we’re getting less violent.

“See I told you, you’re completely fine.” He said with a growing smirk.

You didn’t even notice your hyperventilating had stopped.

“If you guys are done eyefucking back there, we’re here.” Bowman’s voice cut through your apparent ‘eyefucking’. Both you and Peter had already turned away with bright red faces. The webster got out of the car and went to go open the door, still avoiding your eye. When you got of the car, you saw this gigantic skyscraper with a lot of glass. When your eyes trained on the A on the side, you started to freak out.

‘Why am I at the Avengers tower?’ You may be a little behind on who is in the Avengers, but you’re not completely clueless.

“Hey Clint, can you go tell the others? I’ll take Y/N on a tour.” Clint just gave Peter a wink and walked away. Another blush spread across his cheeks.

“Why the fuck am I here?” you whispered. Not even knowing what happened seconds before. You turned to look at Peter who had a small, confident smirk.

“This, Y/N, is your new home.”

Your first instinct was to start hysterically laughing. Which you did for a good minute or so. Then you realized they were actually serious. That stopped you in your tracks.

“I think I’d rather have the jail option please.”


Run *Neymar Imagine* 


“Who is he ?” Neymar asked

I looked at the picture, “Neymar I don’t know that man” I said

“Why are you lying?You obviously should know him since you’re hugging him”

I sighed, “Neymar first of all, he hugged me if you can’t tell by that picture and second all I did was save his son from nearly getting hit” I yelled

He crossed his arms, “So you want me to believe that?All of that?That you saved some random kid from getting hit and in return his father hugged you” 

“Neymar do you expect the father to slap me?You’re being ridiculous” I said

“Me?! You’re the one going around hugging strangers” 

I closed my eyes, and grabbed my jacket. “I’ll come back when you’re not being a little child” I said walking out of the house

  As I continued walking with no real destination I began to think. Sometimes he can be a real child, how is it hard to believe that I save a child from getting hit by a car? What’s so wrong with the father hugging me in thanks that I saved his child? 

Just as I was going to continue my thoughts I heard something from behind me, but when I turned around to look there was nothing there. “Must be my imagination” I said to myself

“Not imagining anything sweet-heart” Someone whispered

I jumped slightly, but I ended up in someones arms. “Sorry” I said trying to get out

However he wouldn’t let go, “Nothing to be sorry about Babe, I can hold you here for years” 

“Uh do you mind letting go this year though?” I asked

The guys laughed, “You’re a good laugh, I wonder if you’re a good time too?” 

I struggled to get out of his grip, but once I finally did I could see them both men looked disgusting. “Well I’ll just go now, um I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s fun” I said and began running

But as you know just like in every freaking scary movie, they began to chase me. (I bet you thought I was going to say I fell). And let me tell you I ran like my life depended on it, but for some reason they were right there. 

And I kid you not when I say someone from behind threw something , and it hurt that shit hurt a lot. “Pick her up before someone see’s her” Someone yelled

I couldn’t even see anything clearly anymore, I just saw blurred faces and objects. “Check her pockets see if there’s anything good” 

Just as someone was about to put there hands somewhere my foot went out kicking that person in the face. “Get away from me” I said

However they weren’t taking the message nor were they taking the nice way of searching. By the time anything that I’d had on me was taken from me, I was beaten to the point of no return. I could slowly feel myself slipping away, my head felt as if it’d been trampled on, my chest hurt with each breath I took. 

“Throw her over there under the boxes” That was the last thing I heard before I slipped under. 


When I woke up, I looked around seeing the boxes but in blurred motions I could see other things. I tried to pull myself up, but I couldn’t. Using the wall, I was then able to stand.

Walking was a difficulty, everything was blurred every part of my body hurt. And it’s not like anything made sense at this moment, I couldn’t even hear the sounds of cars honking or people yelling. I kind of just winged it. 

However a part of me knew where I was going even if I couldn’t see. And when I finally reached the destination I collapsed on the floor, my body couldn’t go anymore. It was numb and I don’t think anything could bring the feeling back into it. 

The dark night, with the bright but blurred stars up above seemed like they were going to be the last things I saw in my time on earth. It was going to be me and them, and the ground. 

“Y/N!Holy shit!Y/N can you hear me?!”

I can hear you.

“Oh my god! Rafaella call-”


A beeping noise was all that I could hear, my eyes were shut tight the darkness in here was something. Maybe I was in heaven? Hell? or maybe the in between place where they put people that don’t really side with either side?

But I could hear people crying, along with the constant beeping noise. And for some reason not only did I want to knock whatever was making the beeping noise out, but I wanted to comfort the people crying tell them that everything was going to be okay. But I couldn’t move

“How is she?Will she be fine?” 

“She’s stable for now, she has a bit of swelling in her brain and there’s a slight chance at her vision being blurry when she wakes up. We can see that her vitals are good, but we need to add vitamins to the IV in order to keep her body nourished.” 

“When will she wake up?”

“There’s not really a time I can say but it should be soon” 

And that was the last I’d heard of the voices for a while, before the crying just came back. Where they talking about me? 

“Y/N, if you’re listening. Please wake up, please I’m so stupid for getting pissed off about that dumb picture, I shouldn’t have let you walk out of the door. I should’ve chased after you and said I was sorry” 

“So please open your eyes, let me see the eyes that made me fall so deeply in love with you. The ones that told me I was stupid for always taking the last shot”

“Who are you?” 

Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Pairing: past Sam x Jess, Sam x Reader
Word count: 3,367

Part 15 of Chocolate Cupcakes

After Halloween, it seemed like time was racing by, not only getting closer to the holidays but the twins birthday was coming up at the beginning of December. You were starting to feel cranky because of the cast, so thankfully a week before Thanksgiving, the doctor finally put your leg in a walking cast.

It felt so good to walk out of his office that you almost danced instead. “This feels great!” You exclaimed. “Now I can help your mother with Thanksgiving dinner and I can play with the kids more, and more importantly, I can play with you again.” You pulled Sam by his tie closer so you could wrap your hands behind his head and kiss him.

His hands moved to your hips and he held you tight. “Oh, I plan on playing…” Sam smirked, the two of you having decided to stick to making out and such. Sex hadn’t been on the table since you left the hospital. Most nights you just wanted him close by. You were getting a bit antsy.

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Quickly and Quietly part 8

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about how long it took me to write this, I was lacking in inspiration. It’s kind of long, so I hope it was worth the wait. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 3635

Warnings: None (If I’ve missed anything, please let me know!)

Part 7

“What am I even supposed to wear on a date?” I his as I sift through the small amount of clothes in my closet. “I don’t have any dresses, all I’ve got is a suit! Why would I wear a suit on a date? Wait… Why do I even have a suit?”

“Why indeed.” A voice floats through my room, scaring me half to death before I realize who it is

“Nat, you scared the shit out of me!” I squeak. “Can you please stop sneaking up on people like that?”

“Nope, definitely not.” She smirks, pushing herself off the doorframe and joining me by my closet. “So, got a hot date?”

“Kind of, yeah.” I answer, shifting my meager collection of clothing around in frustration.

“Alright, you have to stop that right now.” She says, grabbing my wrists to still my arms. “I’ll help you with your outfit, don’t worry.”

“Wait, really?”

“I’ve been waiting for you and that annoyance to get together for weeks now. It’s the least I could do.”

“Oh no. Please tell me no one bet on this.” I say, my voice tinged with a whine.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I can’t do that.” She says, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smile.

“Then at least tell me you won.”

“That I did, my dear, that I did.” She says, taking her winnings from her pocket and fanning herself with it dramatically.

“Damn, how much did they put in the pot this time?” I ask.

“Really? You’re asking me about money when you’ve got a date to be getting ready for?”

“Hey, you’re the one who distracted me in the first place.” I say, perking up my eyebrows at her. “You can’t lay one hundred percent of the blame on me for this.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” She says, smiling and rolling her eyes. “So where are you guy’s going to be going?”

“That little italian place that’s a few blocks down.” I answer. “It’s pretty casual.”

“Alright then…” She sifts through the clothing in my closet for a moment before grabbing a light blue button up with little white polka dots, then goes and selects a pair of dark blue, high waisted skinny jeans from my dresser. “Wear the wingtips.” SHe says, handing me the clothes.

“Thank you so much, Nat, you have no idea how badly I needed help.”

“Happy to help.” She nods before striding out of my room.

I take a quick shower and get dressed, not bothering to do anything to my hair but dry and brush it. I apply some simple makeup. Just a little foundation and mascara. They don’t really teach you how to do your makeup in Hydra when you’re one of their tools. I kind of had to figure it out on my own, and let’s just say my skills are still a work in progress. From there I tug on my shoes and tie them, rolling up my pant legs just above my ankles.

Before I leave my room I shove my wallet, phone and a handgun into a messenger bag just in case.

As I’m leaving my room Bucky and I cross paths and he stops to look at me.

“What?” I ask, looking myself over to the best of my ability. “Do I have something on my face? Did I get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“No,” He says, snapping out of the trans he was in there for a moment, shaking his head. “Well, yeah you have something on your face, but I have a feeling that it’s supposed to be there.”

“Oh, the makeup, yeah. Kind of weird, right?”

“No, you look nice.” He smiles softly. “Pietro is a lucky guy.”

“T-thank you.” I say. I can feel my face heating up from the compliment. “We’ll have to see how lucky he is after tonight.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, I don’t really know how well this is going to go. So…” I trail off for a moment trying to gather my thoughts. “I guess we’ll just take it a date at a time if it works.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Bucky nods, looking at the floor and then back up at me. “Good luck then. On your date, I mean.”

“Thanks, Buck.” I smile. “I’ll talk to you when I get back, but don’t feel like you have to wait up for me.”

“Alright,” He chuckles. “I’ll see you when you then.”

We part ways and I head down to the first floor to meet Pietro. In the elevator ride down I get stuck with Tony on his way to his garage to work on his suits or something.

“Hey there kid, you look nice.” He comments. “Who’s the lucky lad?”

“Don’t pull that, I know you guys had a bet.” I look at him, smiling with my eyebrows raised.

“Ooh, she told you did she?”

“Yup.” I pop the ‘p’. “How much did you bet?”

“You actually want to know?”

“Well, yeah. Why not?”

“Alright then,” He chuckles. “I put $20 in.”

“That’s all? I thought you were the big spender.”

“What? I’m good at gambling.” He shrugs. “I didn’t lose all that much. You should have seen how much Barton threw down. The man lost a lot.”

“Oh no!” I say, covering my mouth in a sarcastic gasp. “You guys really should warn him, he’s got no mind for gambling.”

“Okay, sure, but then the winnings would be smaller and gambling is all about the payout.”

“True! But he’s not exactly a rich man.” I say elbowing him in the arm. “Just give him a break next time, okay?”

“Now why would I do that?” He asks as the elevator doors open.

“Because you’re a nice guy, Tony.” I say, backing out of the elevator. “You should act like it sometime.”

I turn around and I can hear his low chuckle as the doors close.

“Have a good time, kid.” I wave as I walk away in response.

I head to the lobby to wait for Pietro only to find that he’s already there, waiting for me. He stands facing the door, his back to me. I clear my throat and he whips around, a grin immediately taking the place of the look of surprise on his face.

“Hey,” He says softly. The corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile widen. “I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t come.”

“Since when do I stand people up?” I ask, returning his smile.

“Well… never, actually.” He chuckles.

“So, are you ready?” I ask, changing the point of conversation

“As I’ll ever be.” He nods and offers me his arm. I take it, though with slight hesitation, and we walk out the door and into the streets of New York.

We walk through the crowded sidewalks, dodging people left and right. Pietro wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I slip my arm around his middle in return. We walk quietly for a few more minutes before He breaks the silence.

“So, where are we going?” He asks, smiling down at me sweetly.

“Remember that Italian place Tony took us after you recovered?” I ask, looking up at him to meet his gaze.

“The one with that creepy fat wooden chef near the front?”

“That’s the one!”

“I love that place!”

“I know, that’s why we’re going there.” I laugh. “I thought we could use some fettuccine or something after everything that’s happened over the past few weeks.”

“Well I think it’s one of the best ideas you’ve ever had.”

“Thank you.” I say, nodding once in satisfaction.

We round the corner to see the restaurant, and we look at each other and smile. We quickly walk into the restaurant and request a table for two. The wait isn’t long and soon we’re seated, with our drinks and orders quickly taken.

“That was fast.” I comment, watching the waitress walk off to the kitchens.


“I meant for restaurant service and you know that.” I chuckle at the slight offence he took at my comment.

“Maybe I did,” He shrugs. “But it still hurts.” He places a hand over his heart and shoots me a look of mock pain.

“Mmm, you’ll get over it.” I smirk at him before taking a sip of my water.

“A little harsh for a first date, don’t you think?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Maybe, but we know each other so well.” I say, cocking my head.

“That is true.” He nods, looking down at his glass of water, drumming his fingers on the table and watching the resulting ripples in the liquid.

“Hey, sorry.” I say, wiping condensation around on my glass.

“For what?”

“For what I said.” I look up, meeting his gaze. “I was trying to joke around, and I just sounded harsh.”

“It’s okay.” He says, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile. “I know exactly what you were trying to do.”

“I’m not the only one feeling the absolute awkwardness of this whole situation, am I? Because if I am, this is about to get way more awkward.”

“Yeah, it is kind of strange.” He laughs, somewhat uncomfortable with the revelation. “Do you regret this?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that…” I trail off, trying to word it so that I don’t offend him. He’s my best friend and I don’t want to throw that away. “Maybe we should give it till the end of our meal and decide if we should give this a chance.”

“Alright.” He nods.

We sit in silence, occasionally sipping our drinks and looking around the restaurant like we can’t even look at each other for fear of the awkward situation escalating further.

“So that kiss,” Pietro blurts out. “You said we would talk about it tonight.”

“Oh yeah. I did, didn’t I?” I finally look at him. “I guess we can if you want.”

“Alright. I-”

Just as he begins to speak the waitress arrives with our meals and I sigh quietly in relief. When the waitress sets our food down in front of us, we both just start eating, not talking the entire time.

I don’t understand why this is so awkward. We were both so excited about this date. We both like each other. Why are we so stiff? We’ve known each other for months, and we know each other so well. I know I felt a flutter when he kissed me yesterday, and when he whispered in my ear I swear I felt a shiver run down my spine. I know I am attracted to this man, so why is this going so wrong?

“So, about that kiss…” I trail off, absentmindedly twirling my pasta on my fork.

“Yeah, about that…” I hear a small clink and look up to see Pietro’s set down his fork and is looking at me intently. “How did you feel about it?”

“Well, I mean, it wasn’t bad…” I answer, resting my fork on the edge of my plate. “But I don’t exactly know how to really feel about it.”


“I felt a flutter when you did it, don’t get me wrong, but it was our first kiss and I didn’t really get to take part in it, y’know?”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He folds his arms, resting them on the table and staring down at his food.

“It wasn’t bad, please don’t think that.” I lean forward on the table too, not exactly knowing what I should say. “I just… I don’t exactly know how to describe it. It’s just-”

“We know each other too well.” He looks up at me, smiling sadly.

“Yeah.” I sit back in my chair, suddenly regretting this entire situation. “I never really had the chance to have crushes or relationships or anything like that, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that we went through this and it turned out so badly.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” He says, waving me off.

“But I am worrying about it, Pietro. I don’t understand the most basic human emotions, and I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You haven’t hurt me!” He says, surprisingly calm. “(Y/N), you are overreacting. I’m not upset with you. I’m not hurt and I’m not disappointed. It’s okay that this hasn’t gone according to either of our plans. There’s no problem with dates going wrong. It happens all the time to people who are fifteen times more normal than we are.” He leans back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. “Think of it this way. Dates are experiments. You go on a date with someone to test your romantic compatibility, no? Just because we are not romantically compatible doesn’t mean that we’ve hurt one another or that we’ve ruined our friendship.”

“Really?” I ask quietly. “You’re okay with this?”

“Of course. You are my best friend.” He nods his head gently. “I was, and am, attracted to you, but sitting here on this date, I know a relationship between the two of us would be an odd and uncomfortable thing. Our friendship is a comfortable thing, and if that’s all you’re wanting, of course I’m going to be okay with it.”

“You’re not upset with me?”

“(Y/N), why would I be upset with you?” He raises his eyebrows at me  “I love our friendship. I’m glad that we made this decision now instead of being in a relationship for months that feels forced and volatile. Upset is the last thing I would be.”

“You’re the best, you know that right?” The corner of my mouth lifts in a small smile.

“Well I do now.” He chuckles and goes back to spinning some spaghetti onto his fork.

We eat in a comfortable silence for a while. When Pietro’s done I ask for a box to put what’s left of my fettuccini in and after paying the check and thanking the staff we start the walk home. We go along, arms linked, quietly navigating the crowded walkways. It’s not long till we’re standing in the elevator up to the living quarters, leaning on the railing around the inside.

When we arrive at our floor we disembark and I head straight for my room.

“Don’t you want to put that in the fridge?” Pietro asks, pointing to the box of lukewarm pasta in my hand.

“I’m going to see if Bucky wants any. It doesn’t really reheat very well anyways.”

“Alright,” He holds his arms outstretched for a hug. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, P.” I say, wrapping my arms around his middle as his arms fall over my shoulders. “I had a pretty good time tonight. We should do friend dates more often.”

“I agree.” He releases me and we go our separate ways.

When I arrive in my room the lights are out. The clock on my bedside table says that it’s 8:45. I assume Bucky is asleep so I shuffle over to the bathroom to wash my face and change.

After tugging on a pair of boxers and an oversized tee shirt I shuffle back into my room, food still in hand only to be startled by someone suddenly speaking.

“How’d it go?” It’s Bucky.

“I’ve got leftovers, if you wanna share.” I lift the Styrofoam box so he can see. “Pietro finished eating before me and I’m still kind of hungry.”

“Alright,” He flicks the lamp on, allowing me light by which to make my way over climb onto the bed with him. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Hmm?” I hum, pulling a couple of forks from the drawer of my night stand.

“Wait, why do you have forks in your bedside table?” He asks, looking utterly perplexed.

“Counter question, why wouldn’t I have forks in my bedside table?” I ask, popping open the box and handing him a fork.

“Fair point.”  He says, taking his fork and twirling some pasta onto it. “But you still didn’t answer my question. How did your date go?”

“It didn’t really go well.” I answer, lifting a large bite of fettuccine to my lips and shoveling it into my mouth.

“Really?” He asks around a mouthful of pasta, eyebrows in surprise. “You guys seemed so compatible.”

“I guess we weren’t.” I shrug, taking another bite of pasta. He seems to accept my answer and we sit in silence, eating nearly cold fettuccine.

After all the foods gone I get up and toss the container in the trash and wash the forks in the sink. I head back over to the bed and flop back down next to Bucky. We lay in a comfortable quiet until he breaks the silence..

“Are you sure it went badly, or is that just how you’re saying it went?”

“I swear it didn’t go well. I promise I’m not saying that because I’m scared of a relationship.” I turn my head to look at him.

“Are you sure?” He cocks an eyebrow questioningly.

“I…I don’t know. You keep asking me and it’s getting my head all messed up.” I look back up at the ceiling.

“Okay, how about this,” I feel the bed shift as he rolls over onto his side. “Could you see yourself with him, with a family?”

“I mean… No, not really.” I answer, rolling over to face him. “But that’s not because I don’t like the man enough to have a family with him.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I can’t have kids, Buck.” I answer. “My body temperature is about five to ten degrees higher than the average humans. Most of my internal workings are fine. The only thing that’s really affected by my increased temperature is my uterus and my ovaries. As a result I don’t get periods and I can’t get pregnant.”

“Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for asking, I didn’t know and I-”

“Hey, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it. Like my memory loss, only a few people know about this too. It’s just not a thing that comes up in conversation a lot.”

“Are you alright with not having children?” He asks, his voice suddenly very quiet.

“Well I never really had the time to seriously think about it, and anytime I actually gave it any thought I just had the feeling that I shouldn’t bring any kids into my world. It’s dangerous and scary and it’s not meant for little humans. And what if I pass along my powers? Or if they got a different, more dangerous power? It would be so hard to feel like a normal kid. I know it definitely was for me.” I feel myself rambling and try to slow it down a little. “I could adopt with someone, but it wouldn’t be fair to the child. What kind of parent would I be if I brought a child into my home and one day just didn’t come back because I was killed? I couldn’t do that to anyone.”

Bucky stares at me wordlessly. It feels like he’s searching my eyes for some sort of answer, and I can’t tell if he’s found what he’s looking for. He just quietly wraps an arm around my waist and gently pulls me close to him.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats.

“It’s not your fault. Stop apologizing.” I say, curling my arms and hands in toward my chest.

“Alright.” He whispers.

“And I really mean it when I said the date went wrong.” I say, inching closer to him. “He and I both came to the conclusion that it would be odd and uncomfortable for us to force ourselves into a romantic relationship. We decided that we’re just going to stay friends.”

“Oh really?” I feel his laugh vibrating in his chest.

“Really.” I answer, chuckling in turn.

We sit quietly for another small stretch of time. It’s comfortable and something about it triggers a sort of itch in the back of my mind. I try to ignore it and scoot closer to Bucky, curling into his chest slightly, my forehead resting on his collarbone. Despite my own elevated temperature, he feels warm and being close to him is comforting, and I slowly feel myself start to drift off slightly.

“Thank you.” He says, breaking the silence hanging between the two of us.

“For what?”

“For wanting to talk to me. For telling me about not being able to have kids. For trusting me. For everything.” He lists off.

“Of course, James.” I say, my slight drowsiness apparent in my words. “I trusted you from the moment you arrived.”


“I don’t know. I’m not entirely sure myself.” I shrug.

“One last question.”


“Why do you call me James?”

“Because that’s your name. James Barnes. It’s you.”

“Okay, but everyone else here calls me by by nickname. But not you. There has to be a reason.”

“Really? There has to be a reason?” I question.

“Yes.” He insists.

“Alright…” I trail off, trying to think of a viable answer. “I like the way it sounds. It’s an elegant name. It suits you, even if you don’t think so right now. It’s kind of like your left arm like that. You might not like it, but it’s still you. Regardless of what happens.”

“Thank you.” He whispers.

“Of course.”

I pull the comforter up and over us and we sit in a warm and comfortable silence once again. That is, until his quiet voice breaks through for another time.

“I lied, this is the last question.”

“Okay,” I giggle quietly. “What is it?”

“Would you call me James more often?

“I’d love to.” I answer.

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight, James.” I whisper. I can feel my eyelids growing heavier by the second.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

part 9

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Hey y'all! Back with another westallen fic rec. The first two I made are here, and here. This is a lengthy list but I actually had more than this, just got a new phone. Just like the last two, they are in no particular order! I also don’t know everyone’s tumblr handles, but none of these are mine. Hope you enjoy them just as much as I did!

Take A Picture (it’ll last longer) by @sophisticatedloserchick: The first time Barry and Iris finally sleep together only to have their friends “accidentally” take photographic evidence of it. 

Soon As You See The Text (Reply Me): S1 | Desperate for someone to talk to after fighting with Eddie, Iris leaves a pre-paid phone for the Flash. If none of her friends will talk to her, maybe he will, and maybe together, they can make some changes in Central City. Text!fic.

O Lord, O Lord, What Have I Done? I’ve Fallen in Love With A Man On The Run: Barry Allen never intended to be a criminal. It just seemed to happen that way. (Catch Me If You Can!au, featuring Barry Allen as the con man who everyone believes and no one can catch, Joe West as the detective determined to bring him to justice and Iris West as the reporter who thinks he’s a bit too clever for his own good.) 

Stars On The Ceiling by @iriswestthings: For the anon who asked for a roommates in college story, I hope there’s enough UST for you.

Save A Room For Me by @withaflashofloveIris has been having a busy week at work. After a talk with Joe in attempts to figure out her whereabouts, Barry visits her at CCPN. Lots of fluff.

A Star On The Side of The Road: Keep your eyes on the road Barry Allen and do not run over America’s sweetheart Iris West!

Westallen Kisses by @malariamonstres: A series of different Westallen kisses. 

Less Words, More Kisses by @withaflashofloveBased on a tumblr prompt request: Iris’s feelings when she and Barry kiss.

Beautiful Dresses and Beautiful Men by @gnimaerd: Iris has to attend an award ceremony, Barry has to fight a bad guy. When it’s clear that he’s not actually dead, there is celebratory sex in potentially inappropriate places. And dresses.

It Gets To Friday and I’ll Give You A Call by @journalistiriswestnote: AU. When texting, Iris is bold, Barry is italic, and Cisco is underlined. 

Who’ll Be The First To Kiss The New Kid by @journalistiriswesthi hi hi I don’t know if you take prompts but can we have a westallen “placing bets on who’ll be the first to kiss the new kid au,” where Barry is the new kid. 

But I Won’t Lie To You by @mmmtionWhen Iris thought about how she’d spend this weekend, she certainly did not imagine: a) infiltrating a couple’s retreat to save her fellow super-villain colleagues; or b) doing so with her brother’s best friend whom she recently slept with. It’s all rather stressful, really.

I’ve Been Dying To Tell You Anything You Want To Hear: Iris finds out that Barry is The Flash and she doesn’t talk to him and Joe for weeks. Or if she has to, she gives short and snappy replies. Not only is she hurt that he didn’t tell her but she was starting to fall in love with both Barry and The Flash and now she’s confused. They eventually sort things out and end up together.

Central City By Way Of Georgia by @grittyrebootAU: In the bloody wake of the American Civil War, 1st lieutenant Bartholemew H. Allen returns to the South to search for his lost love, a union spy turned ghost writer with a traumatic past. Can they reassemble the pieces of their broken lives? Or are there too many years and too many heartaches standing between them now?

Hanging By A Moment Here With You: Barry gets a little beat up after going up against a meta human and finds himself at Iris’ apartment and she makes it all better.

It’s Just One Kiss (And Then It’ll All Crash Down): “I can’t do this anymore.”“Do what?” she asks though she already knows the answer. She tries to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the fear clawing at her.“This,” he gestures between them. “Us. You.” Following the singularity and Eddie’s death Barry and Iris stop speaking, they avoid each other at all costs. Only Iris wants to know why, why Barry won’t look at her. A confrontation leads to sex, and they begin a friends with benefits situation, only they aren’t really friends at this point, they are just using each other for sex and they both know it can’t last. Three parts (Then, Now, and After).

Where There’s A Will by @4ever-the-nme: It’s a battle of wills when Iris proposes something to Barry that he absolutely does not want to do.  Whose will is stronger?

Love Is A Downpour of Shelter by @withaflashofloveBased on a tumblr prompt request: Barry gets really mad and “breaks up” with Iris over a misunderstanding and they both react to not being together anymore.

All Consuming by @wanderer765The depth of Barry and Iris’ love for one another.

Echo by @trufflemoresIn one universe, on August 25, 2024, Barry vanishes. Ever wonder what happened to the Iris he left behind? Answer: The Flash visits her. Angst, romance, Barry vs. The Flash meta exploration fic.

Blue Hydrangeas by @iriswestthings (part 2): For the anon who asked: “If you’re still taking prompts could you do “We broke up, but I never changed my emergency contact info and you dropped everything when they called” for westallen. Thanks.”

Five Terrible Places to Get it On in Star Labs (and One That Might Actually Work Out) by @mosylufanficIn which these four goobers should probably hang a sock on every door in Star Labs.

Us Against The World: There’s something sinister going on in Central City, starting with the strange disappearance of meta-humans almost as soon as they appear. Iris West is about to find out first-hand, but she’ll soon realize she’s not quite as alone as she thinks.

Gonna Get My Honey Back, Sometime: Barry wanted to make it abundantly clear that this was not how he intended to break up with Becky Cooper. But the relationship was getting worse and worse and Cisco and Caitlin basically staged an intervention to talk to him about it. And apparently, they had both come to the same conclusion: stage an incredibly public, melodramatic break up with some help from Barry’s oldest friend (and the girl he’s been in love with since he was a kid), Iris West. (“my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex”)

Decency’s Overrated by @withaflashofloveA reunion between two lovers who had a summer fling…

Coming Home: After returning from an Earth where he and Iris are already married, Barry is, to put it nicely, completely and utterly fucked.

A Change of Heart by @inksmudge (part 2): This is meant to be a continuation of a brief headcanon/prequel about Iris’s bridal shower which is linked at the top of the story text and can be read for context. I received a request to write about when Iris comes home after the party, and Barry sees her in her dress. A while back, @iriswestallens offered to deliver something for me at Comic Con, so I wanted to write a drabble as a thank you. She requested a continuation of this bridal shower headcanon (to be read first for context). The official prompt was “What about writing about when Iris comes home after the party, and Barry sees her in her gown anyways? And he’s always amazed at her beauty and they talk about impatiently waiting to be married already.”

Electric Flutter by @iriswestthingsFor @withaflashoflove who asked for “long, slow kisses in the afterglow, fingers woven through hair and hearts beating in unison.”

One Look by @withaflashofloveFor the anon who asked: This is a very vague prompt..but something about westallen eye contact - from across the room, in an intimate moment, as the flash and reporter iris west, etc. 

Like Ballet: “Kissing’s – kissing, no big deal,” Iris moderates, stating it as more fact than fiction. “Okay then ..” Linda says, evil smirk already taking precedence and Iris knows she’s goaded herself into serious trouble. “I dare you to kiss that guy over there.”

Waking Up In Vegas: He didn’t even ask her name when he awkwardly got onto one knee and suggested they’d spend the rest of their lives together.

Flashpoint by @backtothestart02Post-s2. When Barry’s rash move to save his mother drastically affects the timeline he wakes up to, will he accept the changes or try once more to change the past? Barry/Iris. Multi-chap.

Check Your Facts, West: Nobody has the gall, natural curiosity and passion to go after a story like Iris West - she’s at the top of her game. A journalist on the rise, Iris’ stories have been picked up not only by the national press but by the foreign press. So when he boss assigns her a story to expose STAR Labs she is met with conflict: her friends work there, her dad has been a frequent visitor since after the Particle Accelerator and if that weren’t enough, her boyfriend, Barry Allen aka The Flash, is pretty much the reason for its existence.How will Iris approach this? Will she risk her career in order to protect the people she loves? Or will she uphold her journalistic integrity and deliver what the world deserves to know?

Waiting For You To Make The Move by @mmmtionPrompt: ‘We were each other’s first and it’s been years but I just ran into you and you’re still great and I kinda want to show you how much better I am now.’

Although I Wish You’d Stayed by @mmmtionSince being dumped by Eddie, Iris does not have time for any romantic complications in her life. So it seems a perfect solution to start a casual, no-strings-attached thing with Barry Allen, secret sex god from high school, especially since everyone knows he’s in love with another girl on campus. Seriously, there’s no way this is going to get complicated.

All I Need Is To Be Struck By Your Electric Love: “Have I ever told you just how much I love that giggle?” Iris froze inside the entrance of the safe, the familiar feeling of anger and excitement washing over her at hearing that sound.“Have I ever told you just how much I hate your everything?” (or the BatCat AU)

That concludes this list! Note: Some of these fics are still updating, and they aren’t all one-shots. Also, there have been plenty of fics by these authors that I forgot to save, so check out all of their fics! Don’t forget to check out the first two fic rec lists I made at the top.

I say it all the time but fandom wouldn’t be the same without fic writers. I applaud your creativity, skill, and your patience for always fulfilling prompts. Thank you for making my days better. I love reading them. Thank you, thank you, thank you! 

Hope everyone enjoys this list. I will always make master lists like these in the future! 

Puzzle Pieces

Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam asks you on a date, but nothing goes as planned.

Warnings: Brief cursing. 

Requested by @poemwriter98

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

This quite possibly be one of the most terrifying experiences to have happened to him.

No, it wasn’t fighting demons. No, it wasn’t fighting ghosts. Hell, it wasn’t even fighting clowns.

It was asking you out.

You two were close-knit friends and hunters. Sam had had an immediate attraction to you, and it stuck to this day.

You had been on the couch reading a book when he decided to ask. 

“Hey, Y/N? Can I ask you something?” Sam gulped, hoping you didn’t pick up his obvious anxiety.

“Sure, Sam, what’s up?” you ask, placing your book on the couch next to you.

“Would you ever, um, you know, want to go on a date with me?”, Sam’s face turns crimson, stuttering out the words as quickly as possible.

You study his face, and frown. “Is this some kind of sick joke, Sam? Is this because I can’t get a date?” you seethe out, opening your book again.

“N-No! Of course not”, he frantically tries to explain, but you’re too angry. 

“Dean! Sam did your bet! Pay up!”, you sarcastically yell over your shoulder. Humiliated, Sam gets up and practically runs out of the room.

Well, shit. That didn’t go as planned.

Sucking up his pride, he ventures off to find his older brother.

Finally, he finds Dean in his room, listening to music. 

“Hey, um, Dean. Can I ask you about something?”

Dean takes off his headphones, and pats the seat next to him.

“Sure, baby brother. What’s up?”

Sam hesitantly sits down, face already turning red again. “I need some, um, dating advice.”

Dean’s eyes lighten up as he pats Sam on the back. “So who’s the lucky girl? Is it that girl we met on the last case? What was her name… Tiffany? Or was it Jennifer? Or was it that one girl-”

“It’s Y/N”, Sam interrupts, feeling uncomfortable as Dean stares at him.

“You mean, our Y/N?” Sam nods.

Dean’s confused frown turns into a smirk. “Y/N Winchester. Has a good ring to it, don’t you think Sam?”

He groans in response. “Please don’t tease me about this.”

“I bet you guys would have cute kids. How many kids will you have? Judging on how you look at her, at least 5…”

Sam’s face flushes. “Are you done yet?” 

Dean laughs. “Now I am.”

“Good.” Sam runs his hands through his hair. “I tried to ask her on a date, and she got defensive and thought I made a bet with you.”

Dean’s face turns into a grimace. “Oh, ouch.” He thinks a bit longer. “Why don’t you try to make the date about her? Show her she means a lot to you. Get her favorite flowers and I can help you make her favorite food.”

Sam begins to smile. “Okay. Good plan. Thanks, Dean.”

The date comes sooner than he’d thought. It’s about seven, and the sun is barely setting. It’s a nice day- a warm breeze, not too cold. Sam’s dressed in a nice shirt and jeans, hair done nicely. Set before him is a picnic with a basket full of your favorite food. Dean helped make it, and they even tried a new recipe. 

Sam’s holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the scent light and sweet as he waits for Dean to bring you here.

Soon, the Impala pulls up, and Sam tries to give a smile.

You step out, confused as you take turns looking and Sam and Dean. “Sam, what’s this?”

He walks forward and kneels before you, taking your hand and placing a soft kiss on the back of it.

“I told you I wanted to take you on a date, Y/N.”

He stands up again, and hands you the flowers. 

Your face softens. “Thank you Sam.”

Lightly, he takes your hand and walks you over to the picnic and you both take a seat as Dean drives away.

You abruptly sneeze, effectively scaring both of you.

“Oh jeez. Excuse me”, you say, noticing how your eyes are becoming itchy.

Sam just smiles and hands you a plate of food, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of your favorite meal. 

It’s delicious too, and it has something new that you can’t put your finger on. After you eat and chat a bit, you notice your throat feeling funny. Looking down at your plate, you notice specks of light green.

“Uh, Sam, did this have avocado in it?”, you try to mask the discomfort you’re in as you notice a rash forming on your arms.

“Yeah, why?” His eyes widen as he sees the red marks forming on your arms. “Oh my God, are you allergic?”

You sneeze again, eyes red now. “I think I’m allergic to flowers too.” 

Sam looks absolutely mortified, picking up the flowers and moving them away from you.

“I’m so sorry. Let me go find some aloe vera, just hang tight ok?”

You sneeze in response, and Sam’s face morphs into a sad one. 

About five minutes later, you and Sam are back sitting on the blanket, Sam rubbing the cool gel over your arms. You sigh in relief, the itch finally going away. Your sneezing has seized too, thankfully.

There’s a comfortable silence, just the sounds of birds and crickets chirping as the night rolls in, until Sam breaks it. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I totally ruined our first date”, he says, sadness laced in his voice. 

“You did’t ruin the date, Sam. It’s not your fault. You didn’t know”, you say gently, rubbing his arm softly. “And hey, the night’s not over yet. How about we stargaze for a bit? I used to do it all the time when I was a kid.”

Sam grins at your idea, his disappointment fading away.

You two make your way to an open field and lay the blanket down. You both lay down, side by side.

“Look, there’s Orion”, you point up at the stars. 

“I didn’t know you were a constellation buff”, Sam chuckles out. 

You grin. “Pff, yeah, duh.” 

You and Sam keep pointing out constellations, and halfway through, you lace your fingers in his. It feels like his hand was made for yours because they mold so perfectly together. You take a moment to admire how even with the callouses on his hands from all those years of hunting, they still possess a certain softness.

Suddenly, a shooting star paints the sky and you gasp. “Make a wish, Sammy.”

You notice he doesn’t say anything, so you turn your head towards him. He’s staring at you, a deep admiration in his eyes.

“Everything I could wish for is right here.” He lightly squeezes your hand, and your heart melts.

Slowly, he moves closer to you and before you know it, your lips are melded together in a light, passionate kiss. Its everything you’ve dreamed of, and Sam could agree.

Once you separate, you place your head on his chest, the soft sounds of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

And when Dean came to pick you up the next morning, he was met with the sight of you two blissfully sleeping, bodies molding together like puzzle pieces.

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Pick-up lines

I’m going to marry this girl. Yes, I just met her an hour ago and no, we have no spoken a single word to each other but I am, I swear. Now normally I don’t go around to bars looking for my future wife but to be far she found me (sort of). For one, she was gorgeous, the kind the beautiful that started the Trojan war. She was alone at the bar, which isn’t something I witnessed a lot and now I know why. If you’re a beautiful women, alone, at a bar you WILL be hit on by every single (sometimes not) man in the room. I have never seen anyone deflect unwanted attention from a man as quickly, snarky, and as classy as this girl has. So far  four guys have come up to her and everyone of her responses are pure gold.

The first guy had used this brilliant pick up line. “I would walk to the ends of the earth for you.”

She cooly said “Yes, but would you stay there?”

Then a forty something, human embodiment of a douchebag, cockaly  busted out “I know how to please a woman.”

The red hair glared at him. “Good, then would you….please leave the building.” Turned back around and continued to drink.

A guy dressed like a cowboy because who can resist a cowboy?!? EVERYONE . Smoothly stated “How do you like your eggs in the morning?” with his thick bushy eyebrow raised for maximum seduction.

The girl, without looking up, deadpanned, “Unfertilized.” I started to choke on my drink, when she said that, with laughter. She looked over at me and the corners of her red painted lips lifted up. I raised my cup and nodded my head in return. She watched me with a puzzled look on her face then to my surprise, she got up and sat down next to me.

She held out her hand, “I’m Lydia.”

I stared at it for a good solid minute, then slowly took it in my hand and shook it. I cleared my throat. “Mine is- my name- Stiles?”

Her brow rose up “Are you asking me if Stiles is your name?”

“No! No no, hmmm I know my name. It’s Stiles.” I shut my eyes and banged my head on the table. “Sorry, I’m a little flustered.”

Lydia smirked at me “I’m making you flustered?” She was going to eat me alive.

“I-yes-no? It’s just you’re you and hmmm I’m me?” I took a deep breath. “I mean is you’re beautiful and I’ve watched you pick these confident assholes apart and I’m this.” gesturing to all  of me.

She pursed her lips  and studied me “Well I’m not sitting with them, am I.”

I smiled at her her “No, no you’re not.” She was better up close then I could have dreamed up.“You seem to have the perfect comeback for everyone of their stupid lines, when you get through with them they look like they were just smacked between the eyes!” Lydia laughed softly at that “How do you do it?! Are you a witch?”

She looked tucked a piece of fiery hair behind her ear, god I wanted to do that. “No,  I just happen to do a genesis and very witty.” I stared at her. “What? I have an IQ of 187.”

“Can you come home with me and meet my dad?” I said dumbly.

She shook her head in amusement “I really hope that wasn’t a pick up line.” Oh God, I was so stupid.

“Oh my God, no! I would never do that to you.” I hoped she could see how truthful I was being , I just wanted to keep talking to her.

She stirred her drink and said “Good because I would rip you limb from limb and you can’t do anything about it.” She seemed so confident in that but I was pretty witty myself.

“Really? You have a come back for every pick up line?” She nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You want to bet on it, smartass?”

Now it was her turn to choke on her drink. “Did you just sass me?” I shrugged innocently.“Okay tough guy, bring it on. What kind of bet.”

I thought for a moment, then grinned widely “If I win you have to do a marathon with me.”

She laughed “Sweetheart I don’t run unless my life is in danger.”

I smirked at her. “Not that kind of marathon,” her face changed to a confused puppy look, she even tilted her head. “A movie marathon….of Star Wars.” Lydia’s jaw dropped and her eyes grew “Every. single. one.”

She glared at me with, I kid you not the power of a thousand suns. I should have been burnt to a crisp but the grace of god I was spared from her glare. “And what do I get when I win.”

I leaned back in my seat and took a long sip from my drink. “Whatever you want.”

Now it was her turn to smirk, oh boy I’m going to regret saying that. “Whatever I want? hmm I like the sound of that."  I groaned, what was this girl going to do to me! "I’ll think of something you can do for me I’m sure.” Yup I regret it. “So what are we playing then?”

“You say that you have a come back for every pick up line, let’s put a test to that, if I can come up with a line that you don’t I win.” I stated

She stuck out her perfectly manicured hand to me “It’s bet then.” Lydia took a big drink and then looked pointedly at me “Okay, go at Tiger.”

I raised a surprised eyebrow, did-did she just make a spiderman reference? good god. “I’ll start off easy for you, princess,” she snorted “Haven’t I seen you someplace before?”

She grinned widely “Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.” she ordered another drink like she knew this would take awhile.

“Okay smartass, your body’s a temple baby.”

She gave me a look of disgust “I pray to god you have never used that one on a woman.”

“Stop stalling Lydia and answer the very inappropriate statement.”

I was starting to get a little cocky if you couldn’t tell

She cleared her throat and cracked her neck like she was getting ready for a fight. “Sorry, there are no services today.”

leaned way back into my chair I thought I had her with that one. This went on for another hour before I realized I was going to have to be creative. I looked around the crowded bar for inspiration, then I spotted the Christmas tree in the corner and it hit me. I grinned wolfishly at Lydia and cracked my knuckles mirroring her from earlier. “Hi I’m Chris,” I paused for dramatics “as in Christmas came early.”

Lydia bent over and burst out laughing, she almost fell out of her chair. When she looked up I could see tears in her eyes. “That was so cheesy God,” she wiped some of the tears from her fair face

“Do you have a response.” She was looked at me with those doe green eyes and they were blank.

Lydia shook her head in aspiration and dropped her hair on to the bar and groaned, I got her. “I-I-Chris isn’t even your name, that doesn’t even count!”

I rose from my sit in outrage. “It does too count, I won you don’t have a comeback.” She huffed and crossed her arms, Lydia wouldn’t look at me. “Now you have to watch all of the Star Wars.”

When I opened my apartment door I didn’t think I would find Lydia Martin on the other side in a too big flannel and leggings with her long hair in a messy bun. “Let’s do this.” she said and ducked under my arm into my living room. Stunned, I slowly turned around and follower her, like it was her place. She was plopped down on my old leather couch and already had a fuzzy blanket on her. “Well are you going to sit down?” I’ve never run to my couch so fast in my life.

I only found out years later that she threw the game.

Preference 13.5 You’re Both Teachers

Masterlist | Teacher Series


You sat down your finished bottle of beer on the bar top. You watched Liam take a drink of his second one. His jacket was off, revealing his toned arms in the dress shirt

“You never went to homecoming or any type of dance, did you Y/N?” Liam asked you. “You just danced like you haven’t before.”

You looked down at the brown coaster, “I did, I just ran the events. Is that so bad?”

“No, I’m just saying that you never had fun in high school. High school was for making memories.”

“I know, I just wasn’t that really cool girl in high school. I had braces and acne and on the math team. I didn’t talk much and guys weren’t looking for me. I was fine with that at the time,” you told him. Now you were thinking about it, you weren’t fine with it.

Liam placed his hand on your shoulder, “If it makes you feel any better, guys, like myself in high school, were just looking for a quick thing. You know, it didn’t matter how cool, nice, smart, the girl was back then. Now that I think about it, I never wanted a girl like that anyway.”

“So if we went to the same high school, you wouldn’t have given me a second thought?” you chuckled, opening your second beer.

“If I’m speaking for high school Liam Payne, we probably would have been friends. But right now, I don’t want to be with anyone else,” he told you, finishing half of his beer. “I want to be with a girl like you.”

“Liam, I really do like you I just never honestly thought I would have a guy chase after me, and then it be at such a wrong time,” you admitted. “Actually, this was a bad idea. I was just–”

“having fun? Y/N, you never gave me a chance to be the guy for you. Tonight you had fun, and I want to see you that happy again; I want to be with you, Y/N.”

You grabbed your purse as Liam grabbed you arm, “We could lose our jobs.”

“I heard a couple years ago, there were two teachers who got married and kept their jobs. We don’t have to tell anyone until we think its something serious. I want to get to know you better,” Liam told you.

You let your body relax has you thought it all over. His hand relaxed on your arm, “Can we start over, Liam? Like from after our first date?”

He nodded, grabbing both of your hands, “In that case, I had a lot of fun and I would love to see you again.”

“I would really like that.”


You hadn’t talked to Niall since the day you stormed out of his classroom. School was about to start up and you never saw him. His replacement was an older guy, and you longed to see his face in the hallways. You were lonely.

Seeing Niall at this teacher meeting was the first time you had seen him in awhile. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled and his hair was combed nicely up. You weren’t paying much attention to the superintendent and his lecture about guidelines. Niall caught your eye and slightly smiled.

“Lastly, I would like to discuss relationships in the workplace.” You felt stares on you and probably on Niall as well. “If caught, it will mean automatic expulsion for all involved. No exceptions for anyone.”

“No exceptions?” Niall asked, catching your attention.

“That is right Mr. Horan,” he answered.

“And it deems an expulsion?”

“Mr. Horan, are you even listening?” the superintendent asked him a bit annoyed.

Niall stood up from his chair and nodded, “If that is true, I would like to be expelled for my relations with Ms. Y/L/N.”

All the teachers looked at you as did the superintendent.

“Niall, what are you doing?”

“You have to let me go and anyone involved.” he restated boldly.

You quickly stood up, “Niall!”

The superintendent’s eyes narrowed at Niall. “Considered the both of you let go then.”

The room was silent as you looked at Niall. None dared to say anything else.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Hey, what the hell was that!” you yelled at Niall as you both made it outside. “I know you’re not teaching what you want, but what’s the point of getting us both fired. I loved teaching and you wanted to be an ass and-”

Niall placed his lips on yours, stopping you mid sentence. You lost most of your anger in that one kiss. He released you.

“Y/N, I got us both jobs at a different school. You teaching anatomy and me teaching biology,” he told you. “And most importantly, they’ll let us stay together as long as it doesn’t inferior with our work.”

You were speechless in his arms, “Are you serious?” you mumbled.

“Only if you take me back because I miss you and I know you miss me too.” He ran his fingers in between yours. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded with a sure smile, “I’m sorry too, Ni. Let’s just get out of here,” you said, gripping his hand.


You needed to talk to Zayn in private. You knew you had a lot of making up to do; he was your boyfriend and you didn’t believe him. You were glad it wasn’t true, but you left him.

You walked into his classroom after school had ended. When you entered the art room, he was cleaning up a table.

“Zayn?” He turned around to look at you, “can we talk?”

He quickly nodded, “Yeah, have a seat.”

You sat down at the table he was cleaning and placed his hands on his lap, “Zayn, I’m so sorry for not believing you. Some seniors told me that they planted the underwear as a joke, and…I’m just so sorry Zayn.”

He sat down across from you, “Y/N, you never let me explain. Do you even trust me?”

“I freaked out. I was unset and stupid. But I don’t want to throw away a year with you because of a high school prank. I love you Zayn; I see a life for us together with a house and kids and even the french bulldog you wanted even though I want a lab.” He chuckled giving you some hope. “I’m sorry for being jealous about other girls.”

He rubbed his hands and stood up from the stool that he sat on, “I never understood why you got jealous. Don’t you think I want those things for us to?”

You never meant to be jealous; you just never thought that a guy like Zayn would be with you for this long and not have a hitch in the relationship. You were waiting for something like this is to happen.

“I know you do. You are just everything I want and need in a man and I thought you were too perfect, I don’t know. I sound stupid; I should just leave.”

“Baby, don’t.” He hadn’t called you that in awhile. “I know how it feels to think everything you want in a woman is your girlfriend and how it feels to loose her. I want you back in my life. Please, let me take you out tonight. I never got to take you on our anniversary dinner,” he reminded you, grabbing your hand and kissing the palm.

You sighed in relief, “And I’ll wear my present for you,” you smiled.

“God, I missed you,” he mumbled slowly placing his lips on yours. You hadn’t felt his lips in a month. He deepened the kiss, leaning you against the table. His hand neared your lower back causing you to sigh against his lips.

“Mmm, stop, I want you to save all that making up for tonight,” you smirked. “Besides, I have a lot of making up to do.”


You watched students take their math test, but all you could think about was Harry. A bet. Your relationship was all based on a bet to sleep with you. You were angry to say the least. You were actually in love with him.

A knock came from your door causing a lot of your kids to look up. Niall opened the door, peaking his head inside.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can I talk to you?” he asked stepping back outside.

“Keep working, and keep your eyes on your own papers,” you told your kids before leaving the room. “Niall, what do you want?”

“Listen, you got to talk to Harry,” he began. “The bet was totally my idea.”

You leaned against the wall, folding your arms, “I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that he took you on.”

“After your first date with Harry, we talked about it. He told me that he had been wanting you for a year and he didn’t want to mess it all up on the first date by sleeping with you,” he said, whispering the last part.

“But after our fifth date, did he tell you what happened? Did he get his money?”

“Actually he didn’t,” Niall admitted. “He never told me when you guys did it, so he paid me 200 euros because he never said anything.” You looked down at your feet.

“I’ll talk to Harry later tonight, but I have to attend to my class, so…” you sighed off, nearing your door. You closed it on him, but you could see him mouthing please from the window.

You walked your children to lunch in hope that you would beat Harry there. You arrived at the cafeteria just as Harry was leaving.

“Hey, Harry, you got a minute?” you asked him as your kids ran to their tables.

“Actually, I really need to talk to you,” he said.

“Harry,” you walked him out of the cafeteria into outside, “why did you take the bet and not collect your winnings?” you asked him.

“Because on our fourth date, you told me that you never had been treated like that; like a princess. And I thought what kind of guy would I be if I used you like that,” he told you. “When we first had sex, I did it because I sincerely wanted to make you feel amazing.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You tried hard not to grin like a fool, but you couldn’t help it.

“Well, thank you for being honest with me, but you are on probation sir,” you told him.

He kissed the top of your temple and placed his chin on your head, “I’ll take it.”


You were right; you were let go by the end of the year. You were okay with it because you wanted to quiet. Louis planned to stay at the school to teach French. You spent the summer enjoying Louis’s company but you had nothing to look forward to. You didn’t want to teach anymore.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?” Louis asked as he came back from the school. His hands landed on your shoulders as he rubbed them. “Have ya found a job yet?”

“No,” you mumbled, “I’ve actually been writing all day,” you told him as you closed your laptop. “I’ve been writing children stories.”

“Children stories? Got kids on your mind?” he asked, climbing over the couch to sit next to you.

You shrugged as you reopened your laptop, “For example, this one is about a little boy who friend moved across the word. Throughout the small chapters, the little boy meets new people and has amazing adventures. Its quite cute if I do say so myself.”

Louis loved watching you talk about what you enjoyed. Your eyes would light up, and you would become more excited but also nervous. On occasion, you would mess with your hands.

“Do you think you could sell a book, babe?” Louis asked. “It sounds like a story I would buy for our kids.”

“Our kids?” you quickly asked. “You want kids?”

“Well not now, but that’s something I would definitely consider after we get married,” he smiled. “But seriously; you should finish writing this, get some artwork written up, and call it a book.”

“I don’t know, maybe, but how was work? How’s the new English teacher?” you rapidly asked.

“Weird. I miss seeing mon amour in the hallways but you seem happier. There’s something different about you,” he observed. “What’s with you?”

You cheekily smiled, “It’s not what’s with me; it’s more of what’s inside me now…actually for six weeks now…” you bit your lip, trying to control your excitement.

Louis’s eyes widened as he caught along to what you were saying, “you’re pregnant? Oh my God, Y/N, forget what I said about not wanting this. This is amazing!” he cheered, embracing you into a firm hug. “When did you find out?”

“While you were at work this morning,” you told him. You pulled a sonogram out of your purse and giving it to Louis. “It’s not much but it’s ours.” You whispered.

Louis’s hand traced over the black and white sonogram, “this is inside my girlfriend; you’re having my child in like eight months.” He ran his hand through his hair. You laughed about how stressed he was becoming.

“How about we get some dinner and discuss this book and our child,” you suggested. “Frankly, I’m very hungry.”

Celebrating the friendship, romance, and craziness of Dana and Alice’s relationship from The L Word. Before, Dana, ya know, fREAKIN’ DIED. (listen)

in the sun - joseph arthur; lover - devendra banhart; good graces. bad influence - the spill canvas; dark end of the street - cat power; makin’ out - pomplamoose; the book of love - the magnetic fields; i always knew - the vaccines; kiss that grrrl - kate nash; whether you fall - tracy bonham; kiss with a fist - florence + the machine; loner phase - cold war kids; if you wanna - the vaccines; i don’t wanna get over you - the magnetic fields; who’d have known - lily allen; funny little frog - belle & sebastian; you always make me smile - kyle andrews; samson - regina spektor; you are my sunshine- the civil wars; the trapeze swinger - iron and wine

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44. one of them being diagnosed with a terminal illness au

“Hey,” Stiles says. “Derek. Derek.” He pokes Derek’s thigh with his toe. “Derek.”

Derek sighs and looks up from his book. “What, Stiles.”

“Dude,” Stiles says, pulling a face at Derek over the top of his laptop screen. “Could you at least pretend to be interested in me? Like, occasionally? Maybe even once a day? Huh? Could you do that for me?”

“I am interested in you at least once a day,” Derek protests.

"Okay, you know what I mean. Once a day excluding morning wood. So twice a day, really.”

Derek rolls his eyes and turns a page.

“Dude!” Stiles says. “I’m trying to talk to you!”

“I’m trying to read,” Derek says, looking up at Stiles again. “What is it?”

"Well, it’s pretty serious, actually. I just did this online test, and unfortunately I have to inform you that you’ve just been diagnosed with Major Sourwolf Disorder.”

Derek slams his book shut. “Stiles,” he says. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not at all,” Stiles says, unperturbed. “In fact, it’s a terminal condition, so—”

“I can’t believe I thought it’d be a good idea to marry you,” Derek says, turning back to his page.