i just want to finish this so i can watch breaking bad on netflix

I accidentally turned my boyfriend into a fashion critic

So, my boyfriend and I are pretty avid Netflix bingers, constantly finding new series to watch etc. I’m home more often than him, since I’m a student, and naturally I’m not allowed to watch more episodes of shows without him. That would be Netflix Cheating. Many bad. Awful girlfriend I would be. 

So I was in search of something on Netflix that he wouldn’t be interested in that I could watch and binge at my own leisure during the day when he isn’t home. So one afternoon, when I had a two hour break between classes and came home to have lunch, I discovered that a couple seasons of Project Runway had been added to Netflix. I’d never actually seen it, and frankly it’s right up my ally. The other plus being that my boyfriend hates reality tv of any kind with a passion. I knew even just the sound of a reality fashion show would put him right off, so great choice. I can binge all I want, no guilt of him wanting to watch any. 

A day or two later I mention to him that I’d been watching it. He judged me, as I expected. But said he could tolerate it in the background while he read etc. Anyway, here I am, about halfway through a season and every now and then he’s expressing his opinions on the show. “Oh that’s a nice dress” he says, or “eh, I don’t think I like that”. The next thing I know, “Oh this is not that bad at all for a reality show, it’s really all about the clothes, no bullshit!” and he’s sitting on the couch watching it with me. The next day he even got offended that I’d watched a couple episodes without him. 

Then he got really into who was going to go to fashion week, he’s telling his mate what a good show it is, not letting me start the next season without him and even says to me one night, when we only one episode to go and I kept falling asleep, that I should go to bed and he’ll keep watching and I can just catch up tomorrow when he’s at work. Um, what? 

We finished both seasons that were on Netflix in like two weeks. He was, naturally outraged when Mondo didn’t win season 8 (I was too). He then spent the next couple of days reading trivia and info about the show and watching interviews with the cast. He decided Tim Gunn was the greatest human being ever (which is true), looked up the winning designers to see if they actually had any success, knew the ages of all the judges (why?), and discovered why Michael Kors left the show. He even said to me while doing the dishes last night: “I looked up Seth Aaron’s line from when he won the all-stars series. Not as good as I expected…And I mean, his clothes are great, but what has he really done since?” 

All I wanted was a show to watch by myself and instead I managed to turn my reality-tv hating boyfriend into a Project Runway trivia buff and low-key fashion critic.  

gamer boy

just a lil thing I thought of cause I’ve been loving the resurrection of his gaming channel

Word Count: 1000

Rating: PG-13

There was no point in even trying to go to sleep before Joe did. No matter how hard he tried, he was always a bit loud when he came into bed, and you couldn’t get to sleep easily without him beside you anyways. So, with the “resurrection of his gaming channel”, as he called it, you had found yourself awake quite late into the night, watching Netflix or just entertaining yourself in the living room of the flat.

You really didn’t mind. It made you happy to see him gaming again; it had been your idea to get him back into it. You remembered the old days of him playing games in his room whilst you all were dating, but unknown to his viewers. You would just lounge on the bed while he played, hidden behind the green screen. He was always so animated when he explained games to you, and you loved to see him so excited and happy over something.

Things had changed slightly. Now, with a whole shared flat, there was no reason for you to be in his office whilst he played. The videos seemed to take a bit longer when you were outside the door. You missed him. As if on cue, you heard the office door open, Joe’s feet pattering along the hardwood.

“Done already?” You asked quietly, perking up. 

“Not yet love. I think I’m gonna do one more episode tonight. Just needed a bit of a break, I shouldn’t be too long, and then we can go to bed. I’m gonna make a cup of tea, you want one?” He spoke very quickly as he walked. He was on edge, like he usually was after a game.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually,” you grinned, wrapping your blanket around you like a cape and shuffling towards the kitchen. You pulled him into a hug once he’d put the kettle on, and he squeezed you back, but you could feel him trembling ever-so-slightly.

“Babe, you’re shaking,” you murmured.

“Just a scary bit in the game is all. I’ll be alright.” His voice didn’t do much to convince you.

“I never remember your games getting to you like this before. Is this one just that bad?” He was playing Residential Evil 7, and you knew it was scary, but it wasn’t supposed to be as bad as outlast.

“It’s not that bad, really. I think it’s cause I’ve got new headphones that make everything louder, and I haven’t played in a while. Plus, you aren’t in there,” he trailed off a bit at the end, turning to pour the water and drop in some tea bags, making yours the way you liked.

“What does me being there have to do with it being scary?”

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You paint?

A/N: Hi! This is my first imagine. It’s a Danisnotonfire imagine where the reader is actually really good at painting and neither Dan or Phil knew, till one day Dan finds you painting and thinks it’s amazing. It’s really long I’m sorry!

Pairing- Dan and reader

Female pronouns

Warnings- None (well, I suck at proofreading :))

Enjoy…

The boys had known you about as long as they knew eachother, and you were a good balance to their spontaneous-ness. So when Dan and Phil move to London they take you with them without hesitation. You were long use to Dan yelling in triumph when he beats Phil at Mario Cart or whatever new video game. And you’d learned to buy extra cereal to hide in your room for when Phil is on the prowl. You were comfortable with their antics and appreciated the talents that contributed to the atmosphere in your life. 

Dan’s talent being piano playing with the melodies drifting throughout the entire house, and Phil sometimes singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. You had been gifted with your own abilities as well, but your favorite was painting. The way the paint brushed the canvases, the way various colors blended together so vibrantly and how anything could come from nothing were lessons that got you through important moments in your life and taught you anything was possible.

Sadly, as you finished college with the major your parents told you you would be the best off with and got your steady job, your passion for painting faded like an old work. You still did art, but it was drawing and sketches on printer paper and nothing like the wonders you could create with a brush and some paint. You badly missed painting but your supplies were somewhere in your parents houses, and it was such a long drive for something that may have been thrown away years ago.

It was thanks to your mother you were reunited with your precious talent. She’d come across your painting set up from high school and decided to send you a little care package of your table easel, oil paints, your best brushes and everything you would need to kick start the inspiration again. Painting was your true passion, and she knew nothing made you happier.

The package came while Dan and Phil were at a Youtube convention. So they weren’t there to hear your squeals of excitement that rang through the apartment when you were reunited with your supplies. You threw on you old white button up shirt and pulled on your paint splattered blue jeans that were both in the bottom of your dresser and painted up three painting before the day was over. It felt so good to have the brush back in your hands.

Dan’s PoV

(Y/N) had been in a permanent state of euphoria ever since Phil and I had gotten back from the convention. There was an extra bounce in her step and she would always smile at random times. She seemed the same other than that, except for the occasional moment when she comes to breakfast in the morning looking sleepy because she apparently couldn’t sleep. I occasionally indulged myself in trying to figure out what made her so happy. But no matter how often I caught her with a sudden smile at something in her head or found myself staring at a point in the distance for so long Phil or (Y/N) thought I was having an existential crisis, I couldn’t figure out the extra look of excitement she got in her eyes when something of beauty crossed her eyes. Or why she would sometimes stay in her rooms for hours at a time in silence. As always, (Y/N) was the enigma that made life interesting.

The first big clue must’ve come a year before we’d even moved into the London apartment, when the three of us had volunteered for a park beautification project. (Y/N)’s eyes had lit up when she’d gotten the email that she’d been asked to help paint the new mural that the city was putting on the cinder block tunnel at the edge of the park. I thought it was just because she’d gotten out of redoing the flower garden unlike Phil and I. And I’d shrugged it off when she had shown up in a paint splattered white button shirt and blue jeans of matching style, I guess I figured she’d painted a house or something before. And I was so flustered when at lunch her supervisor came up to me at the barbeque and told me: “Your girlfriend was such a help with the mural, she’s very talented.” I was too busy trying to quickly explain she wasn’t my girlfriend to comprehend the part of her being more than good at smearing paint on stone and having a real gift at bringing out potential in more than just people.

The second one came a week after the convention, when (Y/N) had been 20 minutes late to grab a slice of her favorite pizza and when she finally came out, her hands were far from the normal (Y/S) color. They were instead splattered with various colors of the rainbow. “Oh my god, (Y/N)! What did you do to your hands?” Phil asked.

“Huh?” She asked confused. She looked down at her hands and her cheeks turn a rosy color. “Oh shoot!” She quickly rush to the kitchen to scrub her hands, coming back five minutes later with a red glow on her face that somehow made her look even more pretty than ever. Phil and I look at each other but don’t say anything. I continue eating my pizza and study the blue streak in (Y/N)’s (y/h/c) hair, not connecting the dots until another week later.

Your POV

You ran out of canvases yesterday when you finished your latest peice. It was a painting of the sunset over the mountains, one of your favorites so far. You’d been painting up a storm whenever you had free time or couldn’t sleep, and as a result your room was filled with various masterpieces ranging from the night sky to the galaxy. What on earth am I going to do with all of these? You think pulling on a raincoat to brace London’s glaring rain. Normally you could just hang them on your wall, but the space was already occupied by various posters and photos. I could give them to relatives, but I don’t think I have enough family members in my entire family tree. You chuckle and quickly run a brush through your hair as you continue to get ready. When you were ready you walked out of your room and straight into Dan. “Woah,” Dan exclaimed as you two collided. The camcorder tumbled out of his hand and you quickly caught it.

“Centuries old. Don’t want to break that,” You hand the camera back to him while quoting the Sherlock episode the three of you watched last night. Dan smiles in relief of his camera being saved and you take in the chocolate brown of his eyes. How lucky you were to see the most beautiful wonder of the world everyday. To be surrounded by masterpieces and have the privilege to make one smile each day.

“Thanks, (Y/N). Phil would kick my butt if I broke another camera,” Dan joked. 

“No problem,” you reply. “You recording a video today?”

He shrugs. “Just finished actually,” he shifts the camera to his other hand and notes you rain coat and his eyes widen slightly. “You’re going out? It’s like, storming outside.”

“I need to get some things,” You reply vaguely. “I’ll be alright.”

Dan didn’t seem reassured, “do you want me to go with you?”

You smile at his concern, “I’m a big girl Dan. You’re welcome to come if you’d like though.” 

Before Dan can reply though, Phil’s voice rings through the apartment, “Daaaaannnnnnnn.”

Dan rolls his eyes and yells over his shoulder, “what Phil.”

“We need to record an episode of the Sims.” Dan looks back at me and I laugh. 

“Go record. I’ll be fine, Dan, I’ll pick up a pizza for dinner.”

“Get sausage!” Phil shouts excitedly, from the other side of the apartment.

“Phil I can hear you just fine there’s no need to yell!” You yell back with a giggle.

Dan smiles and shakes his head. “Okay, okay. Just be careful alright?”

“You mean more careful than you are with your video equipment?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Dan laughs, and his smile makes me melt. “Alrighty then. See you later.” He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and walks down the hall to record.

(Time skip brought to my by waffles and my lazy A ;D)

I unlock the apartment door and start bringing everything in. Three bags of groceries, three five packs of canvases, and another bag of brushes from the art store. Needless to say, after buying both groceries and paint supplies, it didn’t seem smart to try and bring a pizza on the underground. So instead you just ordered one for delivery and hoped the boys saved you a slice. 

“(Y/N)? You home?” You hear Dan yell from upstairs. 

“Yeah!” You shout and lock the door behind you. Seconds later Dan clomps down the stairs and sees you soaking wet with shopping bags surrounding you.

“Jeez (Y/N), did you walk through a tornado?” Dan asks in regard to your disheveled hair. 

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, wringing out your hair. “Help me with the groceries, Howell.” You pick up your canvases and a grocery bag. Dan gets the other three bags.

“Was the weather bad?” Dan asks as you walk up the stairs behind him.

“No, Dan it was sunny and rainbows filled the sky,” you reply with all the sarcasm you could muster.

“Ugh sound horrible,” Dan retorts.

“So how was recording? Did Dil set anything on fire?”

Dan laughs, “yeah actually. And it was all Phil’s fault.” He finishes with a yell.

“No it wasn’t!” Phil calls back, his voice squeaking. Dan and I laugh.

“Lemme throw my bag and stuff in my room real fast.” You say reaching the hall. “And you better have saved me some pizza Phil.” You yell towards the living room.

“Dan, help,” Phil stage whispers. “We only saved her one slice.” 

“Oh that better be a lie,” You say with a giggle and set your things on your bed. You quickly place the canvases you bought against your wardrobe, next to some of your finished paintings, then go to join the boys in putting groceries away. 

“Okay we saved you two slices, but we’ll watch whatever movie you want,” Dan compromised, handing you the box of cereal to put in the cupboard. 

“It’s cool. You guys up for (Favorite Movie)?” You grab the next item and place it in the fridge. The boys agree.

“I’ll see if it’s on netflix,” Phil says, relishing the excuse to get out of putting away groceries. On the way out, He gives Dan a look like do something you fool. To which Dan rolls his eyes. You and Dan continue to finish putting the shopping away when he comes across your paint bushes.

“Where do these go?” He asked, studying them. 

“Oh I got those, here.” You took the paint brushes from him and placed them on top of your desk. Your eyes catch a particular painting you were quite proud of. A quiet nighttime lake with pond lilies surrounded by a lust green forest with fireflies lighting up the water and sky. You could almost hear the crickets and frogs croaking.

“Woah.” You turn and see Dan standing in the door. His mouth agape and his chocolate eyes darting to your different artworks. He sees you looking  and rubs his neck. “I- Sorry, the door was open and I- Phil got the movie set up and-” His eyes catch the painting you were just admiring. “Did you do these?” He asks, referring to the paintings around him.

“Yeah,” You say sheepishly. You didn’t know why you were so shy about this. Plenty of people had seen your work and said you were good, but Dan seeing them somehow felt, different. You’d never actively asked for someone’s opinions on your work, but you wanted Dan’s approval, you wanted him to think they were good. It embarrassed you a little thinking about it.

“These are- (Y/N) these are incredible,” Dan says. His eyes are trained on your face and you feel a burst of pride. “You should sell some of these.”

You smile and tuck a peice of hair behind your ear, “thanks.” You and Dan stand there for a second, his eyes catching yours and then both of you quickly looking away. “Should we go watch the movie?”

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s just,” he hesitates, his eyes going from your features to the paintings again, then continues, “those are amazing.” You beam at him once more, then follow him into the living room. Inside your chest your heart felt warm with a sense of achievement and comfort. If the world turned on its head tomorrow and everyone said that your painting were horrid, Dan Howell said your paintings were amazing.

And somehow that felt like the highest praise in the world.

Hi! Thanks for reading.

Act of Kindness

Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

Genre: Romance, slight angst, future smut

Part 2| 1

His hands are fidgeting when you spot him. Lip caught in between his teeth, eyes quickly scanning the room as he looks for you or anyone who could possibly notice him. There are only a few other people in the library, minding their business with their noses in the books in front of them.

 "Hey,“ you say softly when you’re next to his seated body, gently touching his shoulder. You feel when his body starts and then he’s looking up at you with wide eyes before he’s sighing in relief. 

 He pulls out the seat next to him and you sit in it, putting your bag on the table in front of you. 

“I’m sorry to ask you to meet me so late,” he uttered, hand going up to scratch at the back of his neck.

It’s after ten and you have to wake up at eight in the morning, and you don’t know how long this conversation will take, but you’re sure with his busy life this was the earliest he could schedule this talk so you just shrug, not bothered by the time.

“It’s cool. How are you?”

Kihyun looks taken aback by your words, head leaning back in the slightest and eyes growing in size, and then he’s chuckling to himself.

“Emotionally, I’m definitely better than last night. But with this scandal,” he sighs, putting his elbow on the table then resting his chin in his open palm. “the members and the company have been on my ass all day about it. What about you?”

After seeing the pictures and doing some research you didn’t bother looking at what was being said about the situation, or scandal as Kihyun said. Not that you aren’t curious, but you’d rather just not know if people are being rude or disrespectful especially when it’s not what they all think. The only thing you know is one of his fans called you pretty, and you only know that because Krystal sent you a screenshot.

This is the first time you’ve stepped out the house today so it’s not like anyone could’ve spotted you. It was the perfect day to binge watch a new Netflix series.

“It’s not really affecting me,” you reply sheepishly, eyes drifting from his face to the floor. 

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anonymous asked:

Director Sanvers prompt: one of them is recovering from knee surgery and is also v unlikely to sit still etc so the others try and take their mind off it in ways including but not limited to googly eyes on the knee and blanket forts

Well this doesn’t seem targeted straight for @onefootone at all, does it?


As many times as Agent Danvers had taken a hit and kept on trucking, Dr. Hamilton had warned her that the damage was only compounding, that things would only get worse as she got older, that things were no longer healing like they had fresh out of grad school and eventually something would break that could not be fixed. Dr. Hamilton was hopeful that the surgery went well, that Alex would be back on her feet soon enough, but she was still confined to at least a weekend of bed rest, several weeks of leave, and, at bare minimum, eight weeks of physical therapy before she could even be considered for fitness trials to get back in the field.

The worst part though, was that her knee hadn’t torn during some daring rescue of her idiot Kryptonian sister or the adopted little brother with horrible taste in women, or even a motorcycle accident, no, Alex Danvers, professional badass, tore her ACL at the NCSPCA Puppy Run when she was tackled by an excitable Newfoundland.

Dangerous hadn’t looked so cute since the Sawyer took a pipe to an Infernian.

She hadn’t even been home for three hours before the boredom set in, not that anyone was surprised. Anyone being the unfortunate Lucy Lane and Maggie Sawyer, purveyors of distractions and babysitters of injured girlfriends.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

Lucy snorted. “You literally just tried to walk to the kitchen without your crutches.”

“It’s like five feet from the couch.”

“Hamilton said bedrest, Danvers, you’re lucky we haven’t handcuffed you to the headboard.”

“I’d be luckier if you did.”

“Ha! You’d be whining even more, Danvers, be real.” Maggie laughed. “You’d be all pretty and tied down and you aren’t cleared for anything fun.”

Alex threw her head back against the couch, letting her neck curve over the back so Maggie, in the kitchen, could sort of be in her range of vision again. “Please, Sawyer, you two have proven time and again we can have plenty of fun when I can’t move.”

Maggie walked back over and dropped a plate of food gently in Alex’s lap, giving her a kiss to the forehead before settling in next to Lucy. “Be that as it may, the answer is no. Not until the stitches aren’t at risk of tearing.”

“Even then, you’re definitely getting tied down,” Lucy promised. “I wouldn’t want you undoing all of Hamilton’s hard work.”

“You’re no fun.”

Lucy reached up to twirl a lock of Maggie’s hair, smiling devilishly at her injured girlfriend, almost purring as she said, “Oh you know that’s not true.”

“But I’m bored.”

“Eat your food.”

“Eating is boring.”

“That’s not what you before.”

“Eating food is boring.”

“Read your weird science journals.”

“The new one hasn’t come yet.”

“Turn on Netflix.”

“TV is boring.”

Maggie watched the two smartest women she knew argue like kindergartners, They were both ridiculous. And they would continue to be ridiculous, she knew, until they found something appropriately distracting. She got up from the couch, first stopping by the bed to grab pillows and blankets, dumping them by the still arguing children, before hitting up the linen closet for all of the spare pillows and blankets Alex kept in what was quickly becoming their apartment. From the utility closet she grabbed the ladder that James had gotten her as a joke (so you can reach the top shelf in the kitchen, Sawyer) because he was an asshole just like the rest of her friends, and that was set up near Alex’s side of the couch. She pulled the lamp off the end table and stacked a dining chair on top, shoving a throw pillow in between its legs for stability.

Her girlfriends had stopped arguing, instead watching Maggie move Alex’s furniture around like Legos, content to watch her work. When Maggie was sure the chair wasn’t going to fall, she took another two chairs to stack behind the couch, one inverted over the other. Only then did she move for the comforter, thankful for yet another reason that Alex had such a ridiculously large bed, because it never worked quite right when the blankets weren’t long enough. Very carefully, she draped one end over the edge of the ladder, tying a corner around it and securing the knot with a hair tie. Then, she paced carefully around the back of the couch, dragging the blanket over the stacked chairs, to the far end of the couch. Over the top of that chair, there was just enough to secure that end to the leg of the end table.

Her girlfriends’ heads barely had clearance, but Maggie was satisfied the construction of her little love tent. Next came the mountains of pillows, some shoved from the ground to just under Alex’s massive knee brace, her leg suspended on the coffee table. Others, she tucked around her girlfriends, saving a few for herself.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” asked Alex.

“Entertaining you.”

“Well it’s entertaining to watch at any rate, but what is the plan here?” continued Lucy.

Maggie rolled her eyes, still roaming around the apartment. In the coat closet she found the box of kids’ art supplies that she regularly used to entertain the younger Danvers on bad days, complete with coloring books, glitter, and googly eyes. That too, joined the couch party, as did the remote. Maggie turned on Netflix and set phasers to gay (this week that meant Wynonna Earp).

Finally content with her work, she once again settled in between her favorite girls, box of art supplies in her lap. “While Danvers finishes her food and takes her pills, we’re going to watch some un-apologetically queer Supernatural. And then we’re going to color, because if you two are going to act like you’re five we might as well relive the fun parts.”

Alex grinned. “Pillow forts and coloring?”

Maggie nodded decisively, “Yes. And if you’re good maybe we’ll try fingerpainting in a few days.”

Lucy snickered, “Hamilton has to clear her first.”

Maggie smacked a coloring book into Lucy’s hands, “Shut up and color, Lane.”

It wouldn’t last forever, but it would last until the painkillers kicked in. And maybe Lucy and Alex would fall asleep to the dulcet tones of hell reclaiming its own, and maybe they may have found themselves with googly eyes stuck to their closed eyelids. There was a chance that photographic proof may have been sent to the Space Fam, and possibly posted to Maggie’s Instagram.

But for now, Alex was happily asleep with a coloring book held loose in her hands, Lucy’s head was pillowed in Maggie’s lap, and she could finally watch a healthy queer relationship where nobody dies and her girlfriends can’t talk through all the good parts.

My Top 15 TV Shows

Hello! I decided to make this list in case anyone needed a new TV show to watch! My recs are going to go from favorite to least favorite (although some are so close that they are basically tied) Just so you all remember, also, these are just my opinions of the shows and you may not agree with me, and I’m sorry if I rec a show that you absolutely hate, because that was not my intention!

1. Lost

So yes, my all time favorite show is not Teen Wolf. Lost is just such an amazing tv series, and I wish they were still making seasons! It is a completed show with I think 5 seasons? This TV series is about a plane that crashes on a strange island. It’s full of mystery with some comedy and action and it is just really good. It follows the stories of all the different people who were on the plane, and this show is so mysterious that by the end you may still have questions. 

If you like shows such as: Twin Peaks, Dexter, The X-Files, Stranger Things etc. this show might be something you’d enjoy!

2. Teen Wolf

So even though in my opinion Teen Wolf has gone downhill, I honestly believe this show, particularly the earlier seasons, is really great. It’s romantic, it’s funny, and it has werewolves in it. It also may be a little cheesy, especially in the first season, but I don’t mind personally. 

If you like shows such as: Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, Shannara Chronicles, True Blood, etc. this might be a show for you!

3. Sherlock

So this one is pretty much tied with Teen Wolf (honestly it should probably be above it but oh well) So the thing I love about this show is the comedy and mystery! There are twists and turns and it’s entertaining and interesting and all the actors do an amazing job! The fandom can be toxic, though, just a fair warning. But honestly it really is a great show that I can not praise enough because I spent hours binge watching this and squealing about it and it is so deep and has plot twists and it’s just amazing! Yeah.

If you likes shows such as: Breaking Bad, Fargo, Elementary, Person of Interest, Black Mirror, Mr. Robot, etc, this show could be something you’d enjoy!

4. Fargo

So this is a thriller show that is very dark and has very mature, disturbing parts sometimes. But, it also has some comedy and honestly it is just an amazing preformance and story. Obviously, this is similar to the movie Fargo, but it continues on with another season, and a 3rd season is supposed to come out sometime this year! All of the actors are just so talented. The main character in season one is actually Martin Freeman, and in season 2 one of the main characters is Kirsten Dunst. Also, this show has seemingly different seasons that all connect. It is just so amazing like honestly I could probably put this one 1st or 2nd but it is kind of disturbing.

If you like shows such as: Sherlock, Lost, Breaking Bad, Narcos, Mr. Robot, True Detective, etc. then try out this show!

5. A Series of Unfortunate Events

If you haven’t heard of it, this series is a Netflix series based off of books. Many people may recall the movie, and I can say that the tv series is very different in many ways that make me prefer it much more to the movie. Firstly, Neil Patrick Harris does an amazing job portraying Count Olaf (the main bad guy). This TV series is meant to be kind of cheesy with a dark, creepy undertone. Also, it is full of mysteries! I really love how they’ve changed it and the casting in my opinion is much better! So far, the 1st season is the only one out, but I have no doubt that there will be more.

If you like shows such as: Dexter, The X-Files, Psych, Veronica Mars, etc. you should watch this show!

6. The Flash

So this show is obviously about the superhero the Flash. The things I really enjoy about this is the action and the plots for each season. The first season especially is my favorite. Seriously though this show is super entertaining and interesting and has a great diverse cast! 

If you like shows such as: Arrow, Heroes, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl, etc. you should watch this show!

7. The Office

If you’ve never seen the office, this is a comedy show with romance too! It is extremely funny, thus having it be my top comedy show! It has 9 seasons, so you’ll have tons of episodes to watch, and it’s all on Netflix and finished filming! Seriously if you have not watched this show and you love comedies, WATCH IT! 

If you like shows such as: Parks and Rec, 30 Rock, How I Met Your Mother, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, etc. watch this show! 

8. Parks and Rec

It’s so hard to choose between the Office and Parks and Rec. They are both super hilarious! Parks and Rec is also about the workplace, the people at Parks and Recreation. It has amazing characters and development and jokes and I love it! Plus, it is all finished and has a ton of seasons to enjoy! (7)!

If you like shows such as: The Office, Big Bang Theory, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Last Man on Earth, etc. then this show is for you!

9. Stranger Things

So, if you haven’t already heard about this show, this is basically the popular Netflix original that a lot of people are talking about! It reminds me of the movie E.T., just more modernized. It follows the story of a boy who goes missing, but it’s more than meets the eye. It is a supernatural/thriller show and honestly I thought it would be cheesy, but it’s not! It’s actually really interesting and spooky and mysterious and cute and I like it quite a bit! They only have 1 season so far, but they are releasing a new season this year!

If you like shows such as: Lost, X-Files, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, etc. you should try out this show!

10. Blindspot

If you haven’t heard of it, this is a newish show about this woman who is found and has no memory and tattoos all over her body. The FBI works to figure out who put them there and why. First of all, the plot is interesting, there is a ton of action and a little mystery and drama and romance. It really is entertaining and I just really enjoy the overall thrill of this show!

If you likes shows such as : CSI, Lost, The Blacklist, Criminal Minds, The Flash, How to Get Away With Murder, etc., then you definitely need to try out this show!!!

11. The Last Man on Earth

Honestly I’m surprised this one is not higher up on my list!!! It is so hilarious and I think it just gets better with each season, in my personal opinion. It’s the story of the (seemingly) last man on earth after being wiped out from a virus! It is just so funny and has some thriller/mystery elements, actually!! It gets serious sometimes and it is just so perfect. 

If you likes shows such as: Parks and Rec, The Office, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt,  Brooklyn 99, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, etc. you should totally try watching this show!

12. Wayward Pines

This show is about a strange town with secrets. It’s a mystery/thriller/supernatural show, and it’s really good, but also kinda strange. In my opinion, I enjoyed the 2nd season more than the 1st, but a lot of people disagree, so you’d have to watch it to decide for yourself! They currently only have 2 seasons, but I think they’re making a third? Anyways but if you like tons of mystery and thrills and stuff you’d probably like this show!

If you like shows such as: Twin Peaks, Stranger Things, Under the Dome, Bones, etc., you might want to give this show a try!

13. 11.22.63

So this is a mini series (I think 6 or 8 episodes total?) and it’s based off of the novel 11.22.63 by Stephen King. Basically, it’s about a guy who goes back in time to try to stop the assassination of John F. Kennedy. So it is kinda historical but I mean it’s still time travel soooo. I would call it a myster/thriller mostly, with some history of course. (If you haven’t been able to tell yet, myster/thriller is my FAVORITE genre) 

If you like shows such as: Under the Dome, Westworld, Sense 8, etc., you should check this show out!

14. Steven Universe

Okay first of all yes I know this is a cartoon but IT IS SO MASTERFULLY MADE LIKE OH MY GOD. It deals with stereotypes and has lesbian relationships and it is adorable and interesting and the plot is actually so intriguing as it gets more into the show. Watching the first episodes, or maybe even the first half of the first season, it seems really cheesy and annoying but honestly it gets so deep and amazing. It’s about a boy named Steven who is half human and ‘half gem’ and he lives with this rebel group of gems called the crystal gems and it’s all about their trials and it probably sounds stupid to you if you’ve never seen it but I swear to you, in my opinion, it is one of the best cartoons I’ve ever watched.

If you like shows such as: Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, etc., then watch this show!!!

15. Humans

So this last one was really tough because honestly there are a lot of other TV Shows that I like but this show is really interesting. It is about these robots who are like servants to the humans, but there are some ‘rebels’ or whatever you would call them who have human emotions and it’s about trying to find one of the synths who has been taken by a family and I mean I enjoyed it personally but it is about robots so you have to be into that kind of show. 

If you likes shows such as: Wayward Pines, Stranger Things, Westworld, Black Mirror, etc. you should try out this show!

Flirting- Alex Standall

Word count: 950+

Requested

Y/n Pov-

“There may 8 planets, but there’s only going to be 7 after I destroy Uranus,” You roll your eyes at Alex, a blush rising to your cheeks.

Ever since the beginning of Sophomore year, Alex and you were joined to the hip. You guys would do everything together. Hanging out with Hannah and Jessica, seeing movies, and just driving around town.

Then Junior summer he started to flirt with you non-stop. You thought it was just to help him cope with the break up with Jessica, so you let it slide. You didn’t mind the flirting, you kinda liked it, since no other guys would really talk to you. But then you started to have feelings for him, and would blush every time he flirted with you, and used cheesy pick up lines.

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You and Alex were heading to Jessica’s party to start the new year. You were actually really excited. Trying something outside of your comfort zone. You were driving to the party while Alex was using is bad pick up lines.

“Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!” You laugh, and try to pay attention to the road.

“Alex stop, your distracting me,” thank god it a little dark so Alex didn’t see your blush.

“Fine Y/n, you do a pick up line. Lets see if there any better than mine.” Alex teased you.

“Umm let me think,” you grinned at one came to mind, “I’m not Rapunzel, but I’ll still let you pull my hair.” Alex cackled.

You smiled at how happy Alex is. This is the most you got him to smile in awhile.

You guys finally arrived to the party. Everyone talking and having good time. You were kinda surprised to not see many people on their phones, and glad some people weren’t making out in front of everyone.

You dragged Alex pass Justin and Jessica, knowing if he stared too long he would get all mopey again. I fill two red cups up with beer and handed him.

You guys talked for most of the party till, Jeff pulled you over to check on Hannah and Clay. You and Jeff have shipped them since they first laid eyes on each other. You both had to keep everyone away from them, and not ruin their chance together.

Alex watched you and Jeff talk, and laugh. He liked you for the longest time. Even when he dated Jessica, he only dated her to try and get you out of his head. But nothing worked. He tried so much to get your attention, to even flirt with you. He just thought you didn’t feel the same way about him.

You went to refill your drink and find Alex, who was sitting on the sofa next to Monty and Zach. You refilled your drink and walked over and sat next to them. “Hey you okay?” you whispered to Alex.

He did a little nod, but you can tell something was hurting him. You knew one way to cheer him up, pick up lines. “Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m around you,” You said. Maybe this would help him know that you liked him a lot.

He cracked a smile, shaking his head. “Do you just want to head to my house and watch movies, instead of being here?” You spoke after a few minutes. He nodded and you grabbed his hand dragging him to the car.

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Arriving at your house, you both ran upstairs to avoid your parents. Knowing they would ask tons of questions.

You walk to your tv and switch it on. You jump on your bed next to Alex and cuddle next to him. “Okay so Netflix or Hulu today?” Alex asked.

“It’s your turn this time,” you responded. Looking up at him and loving everything about him.

“Y/n want to finish watching ‘The Sinister?’” You glared at him for a second.

“Alex that movie is scary! Why do you think we stopped watching it in the first place?” You exclaimed.

“It’s fine I’ll protect you,” he wrapped his arm around you and you snuggled closer to him.

You hardly pay attention to the movie. Alex rubbing his hand up and down on your arm. Which honestly feels good.

When the movie end, Alex faces you. “Y/n before we start another movie can I do something?” You can see the hesitation and slowly nod. “Yeah sure, but don’t kill me,” I chuckle.

He carefully moves your hair out of your face, and gently strokes your cheek. Your breathily gets heavier. Alex then cups your face and presses his hips to yours. Your eyes were open in shock for a few seconds before you began to respond. You moved your lips against his making him inch closer to you. Your back against the bed, and Alex on top of you.

Pulling back for air, your face flushed. You couldn’t help but have the biggest smile. “God have been wanting to do that forever,” Alex exclaimed.

“Me too,” you agreed, “let’s not waste anymore time.” You pulled him closer to you and presses your lips against his.

Way better than a party.

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A/N- first imagine I wrote. And first kissing scene I wrote. How did I do?
Also I hope this is what you were looking for.

I had fun writing this and I am still taking request so don’t feel shy.

Thank you for reading!!

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother but could you do 15&16?

omgg i’m so so so so sorry i didn’t realize it said 15 AND 16

okay i officially hate myself because i like planned to mesh them together but like i forgot about 15 ughhhh

well i have 16 for you, ill try and get 15 up soon i’m so sorry

“do you want me to kick his ass?”

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the front door slamming was all it took for you to know your 15 year old daughter had a bad day.

you and shawn were sitting on the couch in your living room, watching some cooking show he decided to put on, as your 3 year old son played with his toys on the floor in front of you.

as soon as your daughter made her way into the kitchen, shawn’s worried eyes met yours.

“honey?” he called, “can you come here for a second?”

once she approached you, both you and shawn knew she had been crying. her eyes were red and puffy, and her mascara was smudged around her eyes.

“baby, what’s wrong?” shawn spoke up.

you knew it pained him to see her like this, she was his little girl.

as soon as shawn spoke she collapsed in his arms, breaking down again. shawn rubbed her back as she cried, softly telling her everything was going to be fine.

she stopped crying after a while, her grip was still tight on her father.

“hun, what happened?” you said, putting your hand on her arm.

“was it that boy?” shawn said before she could even speak up. he wasn’t fond of the boy your daughter was dating, but she insisted he was a good boy and continued to see him.

she nodded, tears threatening to fall again.

“i caught him kissing my best friend after school.” she whispered.

your eyes widened, the same thing had happened to you before you met shawn.

“do you want me to kick his ass? because you know i will.” shawn threatened, kissing his daughters head.

she shook her head, “no you don’t have to do that dad, i did it myself.”

your heart broke at the fact that your daughter was crying over a worthless boy who clearly didn’t deserve her, and you knew shawn was feeling the same.

she proceeded to tell the story of what happened and how she kicked his ass after she found him cheating on her, she was trying to make jokes to lighten up the mood but you could tell she wanted to cry again.

once she was finished, shawn just smiled proudly at the fact that she kicked his ass.

“that’s my girl, he didn’t deserve you anyways.”

she smiled gratefully at the two of you, and needless to say, the rest of the night was spent with lots of ice cream and netflix.

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Request:  Hi I have a odd request but could you do a fic where the reader and Oak break up and the reader has to learn to move on? I know it’s weird but I’m just going through a lot right now and this would be a huge help. Thank you so much.

Pairing: James Madison x Reader

Warning: angsttttt

Kink Tag: smut free

Period: Modern

Word Count:  2276

Song: “Breathe” - Taylor Swift

A/N: i got this request before i announced that i wouldn’t be writing cast fics so instead of Oak, here’s my first JMads fic! this time jumps a lot but they’re all from the point of view of the “today” part, meaning all time jumps are x amount of time from today.


2 Years Ago

“Don’t look now but that hot guy over there is checking you out.” Your best friend Maria said, looking over your shoulder. “Ooh, he has a hot friend too.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and sipped your latte. Maria was always on the lookout for cute guys.

“Will there ever come a day where you don’t comment on the attractiveness of guys we encounter?”

She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “Probably not. I’m poly af for a reason.”

You laughed. “You did not just say af out loud.”

“Yes, I did. But more importantly, hot guy numero uno is coming over here right now.” She winked at you, grabbing her coffee and purse before sweeping away from your table quickly. Most likely to find Hot Guy’s friend.

Aforementioned Hot Guy finally made it to your table and cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Hi… uh, I’m James and I told my friend that I think you’re really pretty so he kinda made me come over here.” He chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, a blush forming on his really cute face. “Would you mind if I sat?”

You shook your head and smiled at him as he sat down, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Y/N. And for the record, I think you’re really cute too.” You grinned at him and James’ blush widened.

Maybe Maria’s boy crazy habits weren’t so bad after all.

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The Sun Will Set || Part 1 || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by linheys

A/N: GUYS IT’S FINALLY HERE. Please enjoy part one of TSWS, and don’t forget to give me feedback! Let me know if you want more. Tell me if you love it. Tell me if you hate it. I love all of you and I’m so grateful for your support! 

~L

Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 5,207 (this is the first part, let me live)

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff here and there. But mostly Angst.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue |

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Living in the Bunker....

- You would hate when Dean and Sam were away, the bunker was so empty and quiet without them constantly making noise.

-They love when they come home though, because you are always so glad to see them, and your smile cheers them up even when they are returning from a bad hunt.

-You are always the one who researches for them when they are on hunts. They really appreciate it too because you know where all the useful books are in the Bunker’s library.

-While you do hate when they are away, you also kind of like when they are away, but only because you can play whatever music you want in the bunker and not have to listen to the nagging of the boys.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

-You cataloged everything for the boys too, that way when you are away and they need information on a supernatural object or being they can just find the name and then a list of sources that would be useful, which they really appreciate.

-”Remind me when [Y/N] comes back, to tell her I am gonna make her a pie.”

-”The last time you tried that she got mad cause she had to clean up the kitchen after you.”

-You always make sure that the Dungeon is always prepared for surprise guest… 

-You are an expert at drawing all the symbols used in the supernatural world, even though you aren’t a hunter.

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-On the days off you always make sure to make the boys a good home-cooked meal, which the boys really love.

-You also make sure that the boys don’t overwork themselves, so when they call them, you always ask the ‘Mom questions’.

-”So did you boys eat today?” “Yes.” “Did you get at least four hours of sleep?” “Yes.” “Did you take a break to do something not work related?” “Yes Mommmmmmmmmm” “I am not your mother.” “Sureeeeee” “Shut up Dean.”

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-Dean made sure to buy you a memory foam mattress when you agreed to move in with them as a researcher.

-When Dean is home he always asks if you wanna listen to rock music with him, or help him do something with Baby.

-You make him a homemade pie about once a week, to return the favor he goes out and buys you whatever book he thought you would like.

-Sometimes late at night you will hear Dean having a nightmare, which results in you sneaking into his room and comforting him.

-There are nights that you find yourself sitting on his floor with him, he shows you all the old pictures of his childhood, and talk about his past. He really trusts you and you are one of the only people he fully trust with his feelings, and thoughts.

-You always make sure when you get stuff for the bunker from town that you have enough beer and whiskey for Dean. You go in there so often that the owner of the liquor store knows you by name.

Originally posted by brothersinsync

-You and Sam always binge watched tv/netflix shows when they got a day off.

-He is happy that he has someone to discuss literature with, you both have read all the same books so after one of you finishes a book the other has read you normally stay up all night discussing everything about the book.

-The most recent book was The Great Gatsby, which you have read a thousand times

- Just like Dean, if you hear Sam having a nightmare you will go in there and comfort him for as long as he needs.

- You support his rabbit food diet, always making sure that once a week you go get fresh vegetables for him to snack on, or that he has a premade smoothie to drink.

-You have both been unsuccessful at finding a good long term partner, so sometimes you will both talk about what it would be like to be in love with someone, or if you or Sam have just returned from a date or one night stand, you will both discuss it with each other. You have also made a pact with each other that if you are both single and alive at the age of 40 you are both going to Vegas and getting married. 

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-Kevin loved having you in the Bunker, you were the only one who didn’t pressure him constantly about translating the tablets.

- You always made him a PBJ sandwich when you could tell he was getting stressed, and if he was extra frustrated you would get him a cup of tea. 

-When it was just the two of you in the bunker, it was his favorite time cause you would just sit yourself at his table and read silently, only talking when you were acting like a mom with him.

- “So do you wanna go out to the diner for lunch, promise I won’t tell the principal and superintendent?”

- When he died you tried to push Sam away from him, but he threw you against the pillar.

- You were the one who figured out that he was haunting the bunker, and when you reunited him with his mother you cried.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

-Castiel likes having you around, mostly because you make sure the boys are always okay, which he can’t always did.

-You were the one who made Cas a room in the bunker, which made him smile

-”Hey FeatherAss, wanna come in here and use your angel mojo to cook this pie?”

-”That is not how this works.”

-”Then can you at least peel these Apples for your boyfriend’s pie.”

-Always teasing Cas about his profound bond with Dean.

-He appreciates when you make him a plate at dinner, and even though it just tastes like molecules to him he still eats whatever you make for dinner.

-He once walked in and handed you a book, turns out it was a original copy of The String of Pearls.

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

-As much as you are supposed to hate Crowley, you always bring him a glass of whiskey when he is in the dungeon.

-He has nicknamed you Blue Jay, none of you can figure out why, but you have nicknamed him pain in the ass.

-He knows that when you are around the Winchesters will see that his plans aren’t that horrible, but that is just because you tell Dean and Sam why,

-You tried to save him from Rowena’s attack dog curse, but it didn’t work out as you planned (Cas apologized for a month for throwing you against the wall).

Originally posted by deanisaved

-you loved living in the bunker.

Relax

Do you think you could do an imagine where Harrys girlfriend sleep deprived and grumpy and he just wants to be all lovely dovey and cuddly and she’s stressed from finals ao he cuddles her?

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You never popped as many painkillers as you did during finals week.

Your head was in a constant state of pain from staring at computer screens and textbooks all day. The words would swim in front of your eyes after eight hours of study and the rigid library chairs made your back ache. You couldn’t remember a night that you got home before 10pm or a morning that you slept in past 6. You were tired all the time and forgot to eat most days. It wasn’t healthy and it was starting to wear on you; Harry could see it and he didn’t like it.

As much as he tried to calm you down and get you to relax for just a few minutes, you always insisted that you had way too much to do and you would get annoyed at him for bothering you.

You were determined and you were set in your ways. You had worked hard all year and you wanted your final marks to reflect that.

You managed to get through finals with relative ease but getting back into a normal routine after the fact was a lot more difficult than you had anticipated. For weeks, your sleep schedule had been thrown off and your eating habits had been less-than-stellar. The first night you were actually home in time to get a good night’s sleep, you found yourself tossing and turning for hours before finally giving up and spending the rest of the night on the couch watching terrible infomercials and devouring a bag of chips.

When Harry woke up and came downstairs the next morning, that was how he found you and it made his heart hurt. He knew that you were tired and you needed to get back into your normal routines and he wished, more than anything, that he could somehow help you do that.

“Mornin’,” he yawned, shuffling past the couch on his way to the kitchen.

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not taking your eyes off of the TV.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“Does it look like I slept at all?”

Your response was curt but Harry didn’t take it personally. The one thing he had learned about you over the years was that you needed your sleep. If you didn’t get a decent amount of sleep, Harry kept his distance.

“Want some breakfast?”

“No, I’m good. I’ve had enough calories in this bag of chips that I think I’m probably alright.”

“Chips are not a good breakfast, love.”

“It’s okay, I’ll probably die of diabetes or something soon anyway so what does it matter?”

That was the last straw for Harry. He could handle you being grumpy and distant but he absolutely drew the line at serious self-deprecation. You didn’t get that way very often so, when you did, he knew that it was time to intervene.

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly write a Spidey-pool where Peter flunk a test and is out of sorts? I had a. Ad math test and I feel like Spidey-pool is just what the doctor orders :) whenever you get the time, thanks :) love your writing style :)

I’m so sorry this took so long! Hope everything is going well. Don’t worry about math, I was never good at it and I’ve done fine through adulthood. That’s what calculators are for! 

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Peter slumped down and sat on the curb with his skateboard on his lap and his backpack falling off his shoulder. He wondered what the hell he was going to tell Aunt May when she asked about his math midterm. He couldn’t tell her he’d gotten an D on it. He just couldn’t. 

Maybe if he was lucky she wouldn’t remember it had even happened. But who was he kidding? May made sure to pay attention to that kind of thing. She cared deeply about his grades and usually Peter did great in all his classes. He had just forgotten to study because he’d been busy stopping a bank robbery. But it wasn’t like he could tell his math professor or Aunt May that. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he was grateful for the distraction. Please don’t be May he begged as he glanced at the screen. 

Instead he found a text message from Deadpool of all people. 

Hey Spidey! Back in town and looking for a bit of fun. Wanna hang? XX 

Peter found himself grinning in spite of himself. Deadpool was always trying to get Peter to be his friend. He knew the forced nonchalance of the text was Deadpool trying to play it cool. Luckily for Wade, Peter was in need of a distraction and didn’t feel like going home. 

I thought I told you to stay out of my city? 

But then how would I catch a glimpse of dat ass? 

Plenty of pictures in the Daily Bugle. 

I know. You have no idea how many times I’ve spanked it to those blurry photos. They don’t do you justice, Spidey. 

Gross. 

Not my fault you do things to me, baby boy. 

If I come over will you promise to behave? 

Absolutely not. 

Peter laughed out loud and pocketed his phone. Feeling in slightly higher spirits, he dropped his skateboard down and started towards to apartment Wade kept in the Bronx. It was a couple of subway stops away but Peter didn’t mind. It wasn’t as fast as the way he normally traveled, but he didn’t feel like suiting up just to go to Wade’s. 

Although Peter was normally very big on the whole secret identity thing, he had finally revealed the truth to Wade. He knew Wade was batshit but Wade also didn’t have many friends and he was devoted to the few he did have. Peter knew Wade would never sell him out (mostly because Wade had chopped off his own hand to prove he wouldn’t talk under any circumstances. It had been disgusting but also amazingly reassuring). 

Peter’s nose was accosted by the familiar smell of taco meat and BO that was Wade Wilson’s apartment the second he got onto the right floor of the high rise Wade called home. Plugging his nose, he opened the unlocked door and made his way inside. Wade never bothered locking door, always saying that there was nothing worth stealing and no one that could be killed inside. Besides, Wade would consider an intruder some kind of fun time. 

Peter grabbed the can of Febreeze he had stored under the sink and began spraying it around the apartment so that it smelled of “meadows and rain.” Once the air was no longer toxic, Peter took his hand away from his nose and glanced around. He found a half full pizza box and sniffed it carefully. Deeming the contents safe, he placed it into the microwave and watched it turn. 

His spidey sense tingled and he turned around to find Wade sneaking forward on his tiptoes. “Damn it!” Wade cursed, snapping his fingers. “You’re impossible to sneak up on!” 

Peter laughed and shook his head. “I know, that’s kind of the point.”

Wade finished walking over and pulled Peter into a bear hug. “Did you miss me, Spidey?” 

Peter struggled against the larger man, attempting to free himself. “If I say yes, will you let go of me?” 

Wade huffed and dropped Peter. “No appreciation.”

Peter laughed. “It’s good to see you, Wade.”

Wade tilted his masked face to the side. “Is it?”

Peter rolled his eyes and turned back to the microwave, pulling out the piece of pizza and taking a bite. “Are you calling me a liar?” he challenged, wiping the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

“No…” Wade said slowly as if processing this. “So if it’s good to see me, does that mean we can make out?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head. “Wouldn’t that require you taking off your mask?” Peter had only seen Wade without his mask a few times and Wade had always been horribly self-conscious about it. Twitchy and on edge as if all he wanted was his mask back on.

“I’d do that for you, Petey.” 

Peter took another bite of pizza and mulled it over. Despite everything, he liked Wade quite a bit. He licked his lips and Wade stared intently at his mouth. Peter couldn’t help feeling slightly flattered that he had that kind of effect on someone. 

He dropped the crust back onto the plate once he was done and took a step forward. He cautiously reached forward and began to roll Wade’s mask up to his nose. Wade wasn’t in his full costume, foregoing the leather and spandex for a pair of sweats and a hoodie. 

As he pressed his lips to Wade’s, Wade seemed to stiffen up as if he was a frightened deer. Peter gently rubbed his thumb against Wade’s scarred cheek, urging him to relax and open up.

After a few more moments of awkwardness, Peter pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “For someone who wanted to make out with me, you’re sure not putting much effort into this.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Wade admitted, still standing frozen in place.

Peter blushed and ducked his head down. He was overcome with embarrassment at the thought that maybe Wade had just been joking and hadn’t actually wanted to kiss him. “I - I should go,” Peter said, looking around for his backpack and carefully avoiding looking at Wade.

“Baby boy,” Wade said, grabbing Peter carefully by the arm. “Why on Earth would you want to kiss a freak like me?”

Peter clenched his fist in Wade’s hoodie and yanked him close. “You’re not a freak,” he said with conviction through gritted teeth.

“That’s a lie,” Wade said with a heavy sigh. “But thanks for saying it.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Kiss me,” he demanded, reaching up and pulling Wade’s mask off the rest of the way.

Wade’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second and then he jumped into action. Peter gasped as he was backed up against the nearest wall and his mouth was dominated by Wade’s. They were each gripping each other so that there was no space between them, Wade’s larger body pressed against Peter’s smaller frame. 

Wade’s tongue was hot and slick against Peter’s as the kiss deepened. Keening with want, Peter attempted to pull Wade even closer but there was nowhere left. 

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Wade murmured against his lips. “I’ve got you.”

Peter whimpered and Wade’s tongue slipped back into his mouth and teased his own. Wade’s hands released Peter for a moment only to slide down and grip his ass, lifting him up off the ground completely. Peter wrapped his legs instinctively around Wade. 

“I don’t understand,” Wade whispered, breaking the kiss but not going far, pressing his forehead against Peter’s. “I don’t understand how you can let me do this kind of stuff when I look like this.”

“Shut up,” Peter said, his breathing labored. “Don’t overthink it, okay? After the day I’ve had, the last thing i want to do is think.”

“No thinking, got it,” Wade said with a tiny nod. “So you were having a bad day and decided to come over here?” 

Peter huffed. “That sounds a lot like thinking to me.”

“No, I just…” Wade grinned widely. “Sounds an awful lot like you thought I could cheer you up. And you didn’t even know we were going to make out!” 

“What’s your point?”

“Petey, do you like me?” Wade asked, giggling. “Do you like like me?” 

“Oh my god, Wade, shut up!” Peter said, placing his hand over his face to hide his blush. “We were just kissing, obviously I like you.”

“Not necessarily,” Wade said with a shrug, lowering Peter down from the wall. “There’s plenty of reasons to make out with someone.”

Peter groaned. “Let’s just watch a movie or something.”

“Is this a date?” Wade asked, following Peter over towards the sofa. 

“No, it’s not,” Peter said, flopping down and crossing his arms over his chest. “Keep this up and you’ll never get one with me.” 

Wade mimed zipping his mouth closed and sat down next to Peter, close enough that their thighs were touching. Peter grabbed the remote and flipped through netflix, putting on The Usual Suspects. 

Wade managed to stay quiet through the opening titles. “So you’re saying there’s potential for a date in the future?” he asked, turning towards Peter.

Peter took a deep breath. “What are you doing this Friday night?” 

Wade hummed to himself for a moment. “Nothing that couldn’t be rearranged.”

“Good,” Peter said, taking Wade’s hand in his own. “It’s a date. Now shut up and let me watch the movie.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” 

Take Time to Realize (Part 4 of 4)

Request: Modern Day!AU They are best friends and the reader likes Bucky but he doesn’t like her and when she confesses it’s like one of those ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. After that Bucky realizes his feeling for the reader.

Word Count: 2,492

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: And we have arrived to the end! Hope you enjoy it, guys!

Originally posted by natpekis


You stare at him. Because there isn’t anything else you can do, really. You just look at Bucky like he’s grown another head. Your mind is running at a hundred miles per hour and you can’t believe it. You can’t believe he’s standing before you, saying such selfish things.

“Why?” you find yourself asking.

Bucky seems surprised by your question but he takes a deep breath and his eyes are piercing right through yours.

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Saving Aaliyah

Requested: could you do one involving Shawn and Aaliyah being the cutest siblings in the world?? You can make it about whatever you want but I just really love Shawn and Aaliyah

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You’re having a rare date night with Shawn. It’s nothing too spectacular; honestly, you’re both just sitting in his living room watching Stranger Things on Netflix. You know you’re really late to the Stranger Things party, but you can’t help it because you and Shawn wanted to watch it together, but you had to finish Breaking Bad first. You don’t spend much time together, and the time you spend together is often traveling or just busy with other things so you don’t get a lot of down time to just watch TV. But since Shawn has been home the past week, you guys decided to dedicate tonight to watching as many episodes as you could get through. Aaliyah was sleeping over at her friend’s house and Shawn’s parents had gone out to dinner together, so it was just you two at his place.

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  1. Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: an imagine where Y/N begs Jason not to leave rosewood after him falling down the elevator shaft please!!!
  2. Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: More Jason dilaurentis!!!


Jason Dilaurentis

“Bang,” a student was screaming and running through the hallway.
“Bang,” a gunshot sounded again and this time, more screams could be heard.
“Everyone just spread out and hide, spread out and hide,” Mr Schue commanded.


Your parents were out of town for a friend’s wedding and you were snuggled up on the couch, watching the latest episode of Glee.
There was cheese flavored popcorn on your right, hot cocoa on your left, and a blanket on your lap. Everything you needed for a perfect Netflix night was there.

Technically, there was one thing missing. Jason DiLaurentis.

No doubt he was an asshole to you and the others during Alison’s memorial, but he apologized and both of you became pretty close since then. Both of you understood how each other felt and supported each other through tough times.

Friday was yours and Jason’s Netflix night. He loved Breaking Bad, while you loved Glee. You made it a point to alternate the series every week in order not to feel tired of the other party’s series.

He was late. No phone calls, no messages, nothing. Perhaps he bailed on you. It made you wondered if you were ever his priority. You knew that your relationship with Jason was more of a platonic relationship, but you knew you always wanted more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your ringtone.

“S.O.S. Hopsital,” Emily texted.

You changed up and headed straight for the hospital.

“Hey, what happened?” You asked as you approached Emily, Hanna and Aria who arrived before you.

“It’s Jason,” Emily answered.

“Jason?” You said, looking confused.

“Emily, what happened?” Hanna asked.

“Yeah, where’s Jason?” Aria added, scanning the surroundings for Jason.
“Why were you even with him?” Hanna asked as she took a quick glance at you.

Everyone knew that out of all the girls, Jason was the closest to you. It absolutely made no sense that he was with Emily.

“Don’t look at me, he bailed on me for Netflix night,” You answered Hanna and wanted to know the answer as well.

“There’s a photo of Ali and Cece and Wilden. It was taken on Wilden’s boat that summer in Cape May,” Emily explained.

“We had an accident,” Emily added.

“Well, show the photo to us,” Aria said.

“I can’t. It disappeared in the accident,” Emily sighed.

“What?” Hanna said before Spencer came.

“Is Jason okay? Can we see him?” Spencer asked. All of you were shocked to see Spencer, mainly because you girls knew that she had a quarrel with Emily in the afternoon.

“Uh yeah, he’s over there,” Emily said awkwardly.

“He asked me to get him some more water,” Emily added.

“I’ll do it,” Spencer offered while the rest of you remained silent.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer suddenly said.

“Me too,” Emily replied.

“Excuse me! Where’s your friend?” The nurse suddenly said.

“What?” All of you asked, having no idea what she was saying.

“The patient in bed 3, Jason DiLaurentis. Where’d he go?” The nurse asked, looking annoyed.

you and the rest went to his ward and realised that Jason had pulled out the tubes and left.

“He’s planning on leaving Rosewood,” you had a strong hunch.

“How’d you know?” Aria asked.

“I-I gotta go,” you said as you ran straight towards his house, wanting to stop him.


He couldn’t leave Rosewood. More importantly, he couldn’t leave you.


Thank god you ran as fast as you could because when you arrived. Jason was already on his way out. Any second later and he’ll be gone.


“You want to tell me why you’re doing this?” you shouted as Jason turned back, looking surprised to see you.

“Y/N? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” He asked.

“So you could walk off without saying goodbye?” You said as you walked closer towards him.

“Y/N…” Jason said.

“Don’t Y/N me. I want an explanation,” you demanded.

“You and your friends were right about the N.A.T. club,” Jason sighed.

“Someone wants me gone,” he added.

“And you’re just going to leave Rosewood without any words? You’re just going to leave me like that?” You replied, tearing up.

“Y/N, if this is about Netflix night, I’ll-“

“God Jason, this isn’t about some stupid Netflix night!” you interrupted him.

“Y/N-“

“No, let me finish,” You said as tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“I can’t lose someone I love again, not after Alison’s death.” You cried.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I love you Jason,” you blurted.

“I never knew that,” Jason said, looking shocked.

“I know you view me as a friend, Jason. I know that and I have never wanted to let you know about my feelings. But If you’re really bend on leaving, at least know how I feel first,” you said.

Jason was still silent.

“Goodbye Jason DiLaurentis,” you uttered and was preparing to walk away.

That was when Jason pulled you into his arms.

“Why? Why do you have to make it so hard for me to leave?” Jason mumbled.

“I’ve always felt the same way towards you, Y/N. I couldn’t tell you that, not when somebody was after me,” Jason said.

“You think I like leaving you? I am as close as to not caring about anything else except for you,” he added.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” you turned and looked at him.

“I know someone’s after you, but you’re forgetting that the same person is after me too. Why can’t we just stick together?” you pleaded.

“I guess that works too,” Jason let out an assuring smile, that was something that I loved about him.

Your eyes started to shut as he softly pressed his lips against yours.  He stared back at you and placed your forehead against his as you slowly opened your eyes.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time,” Jason said.

“Me too,” you smiled.

You knew that there were tough times to come. Especially when ‘A’ was watching your every single move. But hey, at least Jason was right where you wanted him to be.

Josh Dun x Reader : Convinced With A Kiss

A/N: i am very sorry! i’ve started some new writing projects that could actually maybe get me discovered or published, so i’ve been slacking off the fanfic lately. super sorry! i was extremely disappointed that i wasn’t able to post a new one yesterday. i think it’s my first time not posting something for a day. so here’s this one. thanks for bearing with me, requests open as always, but it might take a little while since i’ve still got some stored up. you’re the best! thank you! i hope you enjoy!

Anonymous said:
An imagine where Josh and the reader are dating as teens and Josh’s mom finds condoms in his room and she sits down to talk with them? And Josh is really awkward and adorable and it ends with fluff?

You spotted him across the hall as you went down the stairs, grinning. He was wearing a red tank top, black skinny jeans, and the new sneakers you had bought for him a couple weeks ago. Sure, you had already seen what he was wearing this morning, but damn, did he look hot. “Hey,” you smiled as you approached Josh’s locker after the bell rang.

“Hey y/n,” he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. “How’d your day go?”

“Fine,” you responded. “I think I flunked the Biology quiz though.”

“It’s okay, I think I did too,” he chuckled.

“So I was wondering what you had planned tonight…” you hinted.

“I thought we were going to hang out,” he reminded.

“We are,” you nodded. “I just, was wondering if you had anything planned.”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Anything sounds good to me, as long as you’ll be there.”

“What a flirt,” you rolled your eyes.

“Nah,” he laughed. You took off the hat he was wearing and fixed it on your head.

“I think I look better in it,” you joked.

“Whatever,” he smirked as he put on his backpack and stole back his hat. “Let’s go.”

“Your house or mine?” you inquired.

“I don’t know,” he gave you a sly smile. “Your house has the better television and sofa.”

“But your house has the better food and better privacy,” you whimpered.

“Y/n!” Josh exclaimed, but you both burst out laughing.

“Okay, how about this,” you suggested. “We’ll go to my house and watch a couple episodes-”

“Can we cuddle?” he interrupted.

“Yes, we can cuddle,” you giggled. “Anyways, we can go to my house and chill for a little bit, and then maybe go to your house later for dinner and snacks.”

“Can you spend the night?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think my mom’s working late shift,” you agreed. “Why? What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled innocently. “Maybe I actually did have something planned later tonight.”

“Joshua!” you cried and you both chuckled again. “Anyways, what do you think?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” he nodded.

You got in his car and he drove to your house. On the ride there, he played some of your favorite Panic! at the Disco songs, and you both sang along. One of his hands were on the steering wheel, the other on your knee, and you had rolled the windows down, letting the music blare as loud as you could. It was a good thing Josh liked loud music like you did. You pulled up into the driveway and he turned down the music and rolled up the windows, giving you a quick kiss on the nose before you walked to the door.

When you got in the living room, you both sat on the couch and you scrolled through Netflix. “What do you want to watch?” you wondered.

“Sex in the City!” he laughed.

“No,” you shook your head and giggled.

“How about Titanic? We can watch the nude scene,” he teased.

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, okay. How about Stranger Things?” he suggested.

“That sounds more like it,” you decided. You searched for it and clicked on an episode, easing back into the couch, Josh’s arm wrapped around you. There were some instances where you jumped, and he would laugh, giving you a quick kiss, and you would settle down a little bit. It didn’t take long before you gradually rearranged yourself so that you were basically laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, your head tucked underneath his chin, your legs settled in between each other’s, his stomach pressed against yours. The episode ended and you were both way too comfy at the moment to get up off the couch, so you just sat in silence.

“I love you,” you sighed happily.

“I love you more,” Josh joked.

“Do you now?” you raised an eyebrow, lifting yourself off of him and he sat up, you basically sitting in his lap.

“Yup,” he nodded.

“I don’t think so,” you argued. “I think I love you more.”

“Well how will we ever find out?” he wondered.

“I don’t know,” you smirked. “You tell me.”

“Maybe I will,” he winked. He leaned closer, your faces only but centimeters apart, and he smiled before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you softly, your hands pulling his shirt off and roaming his bare chest, your fingers tracing his muscles, his tongue slipping into your mouth, your bodies so close but not close enough. He pulled away, leaving you both to catch your breath, and stared at you, a thoughtful expression on his face, and then he closed his eyes. You looked at him, confused.

“What’s wrong?” you inquired.

“Nothing, I just…” his voice trailed off.

“Just what?” you asked, placing a hand on his chest gently.

He held your head with both of his hands, leaning forward to kiss your lips gently, and then pulled away. “We’ll finish this later, okay?” he wondered.

“Sure,” you nodded hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”

“I um, I think I forgot to put something away,” he stammered. “Uh, you know last night?”

“How could I forget?” you chuckled.

“Well, I don’t think I put away the box. I got up late and I was in a hurry and I totally forgot and I just-” he ran a hand through his hair and your eyes widened.

“Wait… The box?” you raised your eyebrows. “As in the box of condoms?”

“Yeah,” Josh cringed. “Geez, I don’t think my mom is home yet. We can hurry, see if we beat her.”

“Well why would she even be in your room?” you questioned.

“It’s laundry day,” he groaned. “That means not only will she be in my room, but she’ll be searching through the stuff in my room too, looking for stray socks and t-shirts on the ground.”

“Damn,” you frowned. “Well, let’s get going then.”

“This isn’t good,” he murmured. You crawled off the couch and he picked up his shirt, slipping it back on, and you turned off the television. You both got in his car and this time didn’t blare the music and didn’t sing along, rather, put the playlist on shuffle and let it play quietly. You glanced at Josh, seeing the fear and worry in his eyes as he drove, and you placed a hand on his shoulder, so he took that arm off the steering wheel so you could hold hands. He was nervous, and you sort of were too.

You had left a great impression on their family when you had gone to dinner with them, and having Josh as a boyfriend meant bonding with his family too. Sometimes you’d go to his house and they would take you out to eat or have a barbeque in the backyard, and you’d always be able to hold a conversation with his mom and dad. You were good friends with his mom, and always updated her on how Josh was doing in school, and she was so sweet she even insisted you called her Laura instead of Mrs. Dun. To think that she might discover a box of condoms in Josh’s bedroom, it made you embarrassed. She would probably ask questions or lecture you, or even yell at you. She usually wasn’t one to yell, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she could after today. You felt the tension in the air as Josh drove down the road to his house and pulled into the driveway, only to reveal that his mom’s car was already there.

“Shit,” you cursed. “What do we do?”

“Well maybe she just got home,” Josh tried to stay optimistic, but the shakiness and wavering in his voice proved otherwise. “Maybe she hasn’t gone to my room yet.”

“Come on,” you tried to gather up whatever dignity you still had left. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, but I lie to my parents a lot,” he bit down on his lower lip. “If they find out about this, they might find out about other stuff. I just don’t want you to get hurt, y/n. I don’t want to have to break up with you or have my parents yell at you or think you’re not good enough or you’re a bad influence. I love you, so much, and I don’t want to loose you. You mean so much to me. I can’t imagine living without you. To think that my parents could possibly want to take you away from me, I can’t let that happen. You know?”

“Josh,” you put a hand up to cup his cheek. “I’ll be right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere, no matter who tries to take me away, I will fight forever just to be with you. I promise.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay,” he took a deep breath. “Let’s hope things go way better than we expected.”

Josh and you walked up to the front door and he opened it up with the key in his pocket, and you both walked in. Laura wasn’t to be found, but as soon as you both entered and shut the door, you heard her voice. “Is that you, Joshua?” she inquired. You and Josh exchanged a look and he closed his eyes tight before replying.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he responded. “I’ve got y/n over, too.”

“Can you both come here for a second?” she wondered. You followed Josh to the kitchen, where she was sitting at the dinner table, the box of Trojan condoms in front of her, her arms folded, and a disappointed look on her face. Josh stared at the scene for two beats too long, and you felt yourself instantly turn red, both of you freezing in place. “Why don’t you both sit down and explain yourselves?”

Josh exchanged a glance with you and then slowly pulled out a chair, ushering you to sit down, and then pulled one out for himself, the two of you sitting across from his mom. “Um…” Josh was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

“I’m waiting,” she cleared her throat, arms still crossed, looking at the two of you. You wanted to shrink, hide in a ball, jump off a cliff, something, anything, to just get you and Josh out of that situation. You were completely covered head to toe in embarrassment, all your confidence disappearing as she stared at you, and you instantly felt a sickening feeling in your stomach.

“Well uh, you see, um,” Josh stammered, trying to gain composure. You put a hand on his knee underneath the table, letting him know it was okay, trying to comfort him, and he took a deep breath before starting again. “We’re teenagers.”

“Of course you are,” his mom narrowed her eyes. “I already know that.” He racked his brain to try and think of something else to say, but nothing came to mind.

“We’re teenagers who make mistakes,” Josh added onto his sentence, and she just stared at him blankly.

“And?” she prodded.

“And we’re very sorry,” he also included. “We don’t know what we’re doing, we’re irresponsible, we’re too young, and we’re um, we’re really sorry.”

You kept quiet as Laura glanced at you, thinking it was smarter to stay silent than add anything else and make the situation worse. You already felt miserable, and you didn’t want to feel twice as bad.

“Anything else you’d like too add?” she inquired. “Y/n maybe?”

“Uh,” you glanced at Josh and then at her, tensing up. “I’m sorry, for disappointing you, and for letting you down, and for being a bad influence on Josh.”

“Don’t-” Josh began to instantly argue with you, but he caught himself, realizing that this wasn’t the time or place. You rubbed small circles on his knee, letting him know it was fine, and he bit down on his tongue, instantly wishing he hadn’t said anything at all.

“Did you want to say something else, Joshua?” she asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m good.”

“I thought you were about to say something though,” she insisted. “Care to share you thoughts?”

You looked at him and he looked at you, opening his mouth and then shutting it, rethinking his decision. “I was just um, I was going to say that y/n isn’t a bad influence on me,” he confessed. “Y/n is the best thing that ever happened to me. It wasn’t y/n’s fault, it was mine.”

“So you take the blame for this?” she wondered.

“Yeah,” Josh gulped.

Your heart was racing, unsure of what to do. You felt so out of place, so scared and guilty and absolutely embarrassed. “Well it’s good to know you two use protection,” she gave a light smile. “But I don’t want to see these in my house anymore, understand?”

“Yes ‘mam,” you replied.

“Yes mom,” Josh answered.

“Good,” she unfolded her arms and pushed out her seat. “You two behave from now on, okay? I don’t want to be finding any more strange boxes in my son’s bedroom, understand?”

“Yes,” you both responded quietly.

She walked away, probably to her room, leaving you and Josh at the kitchen table, your fingers still tracing small circles on his knee. As soon as she was out of sight, Josh let out a huge breath, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his seat. “Whew,” he whispered. “I thought I was dead for a second.”

“Me too,” you admitted.

“You think she’ll ground me?” he turned to face you.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Probably.”

“Eh, my dad would probably talk her out of it,” he nodded his head slowly. “Look, I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I should’ve been smarter.”

“It’s not your fault,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t ever blame anything on yourself.”

“But it was my fault,” he argued.

“No it wasn’t,” you shook your head.

“Do I need to kiss you again to convince you?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re so silly,” you rolled your eyes.

You both chuckled, but when you laughter died down, you both glanced at the box of condoms still on the table. “Uh, you going to take those home?” he wondered.

“Hell no,” you scoffed. “I would get killed.”

“Well where are we going to keep them?” he asked.

“Josh,” you giggled.

“No, really. Like, what are we going to do with those?” he inquired.

“Fuck, don’t ask me,” you laughed.

“Whatever, we’ll figure it out later,” he decided. “For now I believe we have something to finish.”

“Didn’t your mom just tell us to behave?” you reminded.

“What does she know?” he chuckled.

“You’re a bad boy,” you narrowed your eyes. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Will that be a problem?” he questioned.

“No,” you replied. “I love getting in trouble with you.”

“Do you now?” he winked.

“Come on,” you tugged on his arm. “Let’s go to your room.”

“I thought you just told me you didn’t want to,” he whispered.

“Well what if I do now?” you shrugged.

“Let’s go,” he rolled his eyes and scooted out his chair, grabbing the box of condoms and walking you to his room, where you sat on his bed and he locked the door, putting the box in the back of his dresser.

“So are we going to be needing those right now or no?” you winked.

“No,” he instantly answered. “Then I would for sure get grounded.”

“Another time,” you reassured.

“Whatever,” he laughed, sitting on the bed with you and then tackling you into the pillows with a hug, both of you falling back into the mattress, him on top of you, kissing your neck and making you gasp.

“Josh,” you grinned as he snaked his hands underneath your shirt, rubbing your back as his lips traveled to your shoulder.

“Hmm?” he wondered between a kiss.

“Come here,” you told him, lifting his head up and kissing him on the lips passionately, then pulling away to both of you smiling. “Let’s try not to get caught.”

“Why would we get caught?” he smirked. “The door’s locked.”

“Well what if they hear us?” you reminded.

“I’ll keep you quiet,” he whispered in your ear. “I promise.”

“You can’t promise that,” you shook your head and grinned.

“What if I could?” he challenged.

“Nah, I don’t think I could control it,” you murmured with a sly smile.

He leaned in close, and then stifled a laugh, looking into your eyes. “Why do I always have to kiss you to convince you of something?” he laughed.

“Because it’s more fun that way,” you explained, pulling his lips towards yours, the rest of the night still waiting for the two of you. You loved him so much. You didn’t know a single person as amazing as he was. Yeah, Josh was sometimes a little bit of trouble, but he was always worth it. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Lena Luthor/you fic part 10

Originally posted by juliawickers

You woke up almost three hours after Lena left for work, alone and in an immense amount of pain.  Your sore muscles seemed to scream with effort as you sat up and looked around the familiar bedroom.  After a few seconds, you eyes landed on the pill bottle sticking out of your bag and you drug yourself to your good foot in order to retrieve it and take one of the small blue tablets.  As you trudged into the bathroom on your crutches, memories of the previous night shot through your mind and you winced when you looked at the shower.  God, Lena must think you’re completely weak.

After brushing your teeth and doing your best to wash your face without putting too much pressure on the bruises that mar your features, you head out into the main area of the well furnished apartment and collapsed onto Lena’s couch with a muffled string of swear words.  Doing anything hurt, but you were too restless to simply lay in bed all day.  After a few minutes of trying to figure out which remote would get you to Lena’s Netflix account, you laid back and prepared to binge as the pill you took earlier began releasing painkillers into your system.

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Lena couldn’t focus.  She had always been at the top of her game when it came to running a business, but every time she glanced up from her desk and saw yours through the window, she thought of a million scenarios where you were somehow in danger.  By 9:00, she had already snapped at two employees and accidentally sealed an envelope with the wrong contracts inside of it.  

By 10:00, she had resorted to clicking a pen over and over again and bouncing her leg under the desk to try to get out the nervous energy surging through her veins.  Finally, she grabbed her phone off of her desk and quickly punched in ten digits.

Hello?  Lena?”

“Kara,” the CEO bit her bottom lip and leaned back in her chair, “are you busy at the moment?”

I just finished up an expose for Snapper; not that he’ll like it.  Do you need something?  Is everything okay?

“Is there any possibility…that you could swing by my apartment and check on Y/N?”

This is your first day back at work, huh?”

There’s understanding in Kara’s voice and Lena is overly grateful for it.  

“Yeah.”

I’ll pop over; no problem.  If anything is wrong, I’ll give you a call.

“Thank you so much,” Lena let out a long breath and with it went most of the tension she was holding in her chest.  “I’ll never be able to repay me for everything you’ve done for me.”

Buy me pot-stickers sometime and we’ll call it even.”

Lena found herself smiling slightly as the other line clicked and she hung up the phone with a bit less anxiety than she had picked it up with.

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“Y/N?” Kara knocked on the door and pulled her glasses down the bridge of her nose so that she could see into the apartment.  Your form was sprawled across the couch under a blanket and your eyes were shut.  The blonde put her glasses back on straight and knocked a little louder.  After some shuffling inside and the click of crutches on hardwood, the door opened and despite her lingering skepticism, Kara smiled at you.

“Supergirl,” you noted in surprise.  Part of you had expected to find Lillian standing there with a gun and a couple of thugs.  “Let me guess; Lena sent you?”

“She called me, yeah,” Kara admitted.  You shuffled to the side so that she could come in and shut the door behind her.

“Well, I’m not dead.”

“I can see that,” Kara replied.  “So…how are you feeling?”

“Like shit.  Shouldn’t you be out saving the world or something?”

“I’m not expecting another crisis til this evening, so I’ve got some time to kill.  What are we watching?”

To your surprise, Kara marched into the living room and collapsed onto the couch where you were sitting.  After a second of hesitation, you hobbled over and sat down next to her.

“Grey’s Anatomy.”

“Ooh, I love Grey’s!  Everyone always says that Meredith’s little sister looks exactly like my sister, Alex.”

“Why are you being so nice?” you asked as you pressed play again.  Kara frowned as if she was confused.

“What do you mean?”

“We both know that you don’t like me.”

“That’s not true!  I mean,” Kara sighed and straightened her glasses, “Lena cares about you so much.  She was devastated before we found you.  Just because you have a bad past doesn’t mean I don’t think you can change.”

“And what if I can’t?”

The question slipped out of your mouth quietly and you averted your eyes to the screen.

“You can,” Kara offered assurance instead of a threat, which caught you off guard.  You began to play with your hands as you felt yourself getting emotional.  Your painkillers were starting to fade.

“Kara, I don’t know how I’m supposed to…to open up to her when her mother did all of this.  She keeps trying to talk to me about it and I feel like I’m going to hurt her if I say anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it now?  Maybe figure out what you want to say?” Kara suggested.  You glanced away from the TV and chewed on your bottom lip.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you shrugged.  “I know they sent videos to her.  She saw some of what happened.”

“Yeah, she did.  Y/N, I’ve been at Lillian’s mercy before.  I know what she’s like; how she gets in her head.”

“She…she was pretty adamant about the fact that Lena doesn’t…doesn’t care about me.  That she was just using me for sex, or something.”

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“No,” you started, “at least I don’t want to.  But, Lena is herself and I’m…just some drifter.”

Lillian’s voice rings in your ears, saying the same words.

“You’re done drifting, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“Then, that’s not true.  Lillian was doing everything she could to break you down in every way possible.  And, if you believe those things she told you, then she’s going to think she won.”

“You’re right,” you admitted.  Kara clasped her hands together and did a little head wiggle.

“I know.”

“I feel like I should do something for her.  She’s been so good to me and I know she doesn’t expect anything back, but…she deserves something.”

“Hmm,” Kara’s brow furrowed as she slipped deep into thought, “I know!  You could make her dinner?”

“I’m not the best cook, but I can do breakfast food.  Is that stupid?”

“No!  Everyone likes breakfast!” Kara exclaimed.  “This is perfect; Lena will be so surprised.  I can fly to the store and get ingredients.”

“That has to be nice,” you stated with a hint of amusement.  “You probably never worry about forgetting things at home.”

“Yeah, being from outer space has its perks.”

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By five, both you and Kara had watched as much Grey’s Anatomy as you could handle and she flew off and returned with bags of groceries within 20 minutes. The blonde had asked several times if you needed help with anything and after assuring her multiple times, Kara went on her way and left you to your own devices.

After managing to get everything you needed to make a less than impressive spread of eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes, you started to feel a little woozy on your feet.  Between not having eaten all day and the effects of coming down off of your medication, standing for prolonged periods of time left you a little winded and disoriented.  You took a few minutes to lean back against the kitchen counter and breathed as deeply as you could without jarring your ribs too badly.

You can do this.  It’s just cooking.

The two sentences repeated several times in your head and you put your weight on your crutches again.  It bothered you that something so simple seemed so daunting, and you clenched your jaw in determination before turning the stove on.  You had half an hour, tops, til Lena was home considering she told you she was definitely leaving the office by no later than five.  

Soon enough, you had three pans sizzling on the stove and a plate of pancakes staying warm in the oven.  The heat from the burners had you feeling more lightheaded than ever, but the sound of the front door opening snapped you back into focus.  Lena couldn’t know that you were struggling.

“Y/N?”

“In the kitchen,” you called.  Even pushing that hard with your diaphragm took your breath away.  You steadied yourself on the counter and then yanked one of the pans off of the stove.  Without looking, you dumped it’s contents onto a plate and felt grease scald your wrist in a few places.  Lena walked into the kitchen while your face was contorted with pain.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

“I wanted to do something for you,” you explained as you flipped one of the eggs in the other pan over and spun around on your crutches as the toaster went off.  Lena walked into the kitchen with wide eyes as you continued trying to grab all of the food before it burned.

“Y/N, you look like your about to—“ Lena caught you by the arm as you lost your balance for a second and took the plate of toast from your hand.  You caught her gaze for a few seconds, a little ashamed at how weak you were, and then put yourself back on your good foot.

“I’m fine,” you muttered.

“This is…so sweet,” she admitted.  Despite her strong need to want to do everything for you, she watched as you managed to save all of the food from burning and put it all on plates.

“Well, dig in,” you urged finally.

“Y/N, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”

“I wanted to,” you replied quickly.  Your head was starting to spin again and you wished desperately for a breath of fresh air.  You hobbled over to the kitchen table and took a few immensely painful deep breaths in order to clear your head.  It didn’t help much.  You put your crutches on the floor as gently as you could.

“Here,” Lena set a plate in front of you and then took her own seat.  Your stomach still churned, but you smiled at her anyway.  She looked ecstatic to see you and it did something for the incredible agony plaguing your senses.

“So,” you started weakly, “how is your new assistant?”

“Not nearly as beautiful, or smart, or wonderful as my old one.”

“So hard to find good help these days.”

“Y/N, you look pale.  Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you reassured her.  You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Well, I’m sorry I was late—“

Lena’s voice cut off as you clutched your ribs as a tremor of pain shot through them.  You were so close to losing consciousness and you were so desperate not to.  The pills in the bedroom shot through your mind.  You should have taken them.

End of Innocence

Characters- Dad!Jared, Mom!Gen, Reader, Jensen, Misha, Mark S

Words- 2602

Request by Anonymous- If your requests are open, can you write Dad!Jared and Mom!Gen where they find out that the reader has a boyfriend, after they finally accept him, they find out that the readers boyfriend abuses her. So protective parents kind of thing, I loved Some Wounds Don’t Heal.

Warnings- Abuse, abusive boyfriend. Protective parents(for some because of the youngsters), I think that’s it. If there’s more let me know.

A/n- Sad request, I really need to write more fluffy before I am known as the person that only writes sad stuff. I am just kidding, I will be writing fluffy stuff soon. I’m also guessing that the reader is a teen so she’s gonna be 16 if this fic. Also, I had this sitting in my writings for so long, I am so sorry, I don’t know how I feel about this. 

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Originally posted by relationshipaims

You were nervous to do this. I mean you’re parents were Genevieve Padalecki and Jared Padalecki, you’re uncles were Jensen Misha and Mark. This could only end badly. They were overprotective of you. Big time. You were lucky when you had a moment to call James, you’re boyfriend, you guys had been together for a month. You decided to take things slow but enjoyed eachothers company. Trying to get some alone time with him was difficult, you’re parents always wanted to know where you were and where you were going. But they trusted you with telling them and almost always let you go out as long as they knew with who. You didn’t want to break their trust by doing this behind their back.

You had a different kind of relationship with your parents then most kids your age, you always went to them when you had a problem or needed help. They were always there to talk or give you hug. Jared and Gen meant the world to you. They loved you for every flaw and everything that you didn’t like about yourself. So keeping this from them was to much. It broke your heart. James tried to talk you out of it but you couldn’t do it. Maybe they would understand.

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Originally posted by sugakookie

  • Request: Can you do an angst scenario with Jimin, for admin amanda pls
  • Genre: Angst, just straight up angst
  • A/N: So, like I am kinda procrastinating at part 2 for the Zico scenario, but hopefully *probably not* it will be here at the end of the week. So enjoy this lovely Jimin angst in the meanwhile. -Amanda

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