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Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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😊Perfect (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Based off of the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Basically Gray and Y/N have been friends forever who fell in love.

Warnings: None

A/N: Flashbacks will be italicized and lyrics will be bold and italicized. Also this is in Gray’s POV and it’s as if he’s writing you a letter :) relieving your life together if that makes sense?

Originally posted by dolanslife

Grayson’s POV

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Come on Y/N it’s not that deep!” I shouted at you. You were freaking out about having to jump into the creek by our house. You were scared you were going to hurt yourself.

“Grayson what if I fall?” You yelled to me as I started laughing. I remember your hair was all over the place as you were panicking. You looked over the ledge and shivered. In reality it was about four feet high, but six year us thought it was more of 15 feet high.

“You won’t Y/N! I’ll catch you if I have to!” Well it was safe to say that I didn’t catch you. You were crying so hard and the only thing I knew to do to get you to stop crying was kiss you. I pressed my lips to your cheek. You did stop crying. We pretended everything was fine. Until your mom, who was a nurse, noticed the notch in your shoulder. In fact, I spent that summer by your side while you were in a cast after shattering your arm and fracturing your collarbone. Your dad was not too happy with me. We were the best of friends until about 11 years later when I got into my first real relationship. I’m sorry again.

Originally posted by luzdeganesh


“Y/N meet Ruby. Ruby this is my best friend Y/N.” I introduced you to my girlfriend Ruby. Remember her? She had dark red hair and a few piercings. We had history together with Ethan and her. I remember having the biggest crush on her. Finally I asked for her number and that was how we became a thing. I didn’t notice the way you would shut down around her. I didn’t notice your smile fading away anytime we all hung out. I didn’t see the way she would take me away from you. I’m so sorry Y/N. There would be nights I would call you at 2am and you stayed on the phone until school at 7 that morning. I remember calling you freaking out over Ruby not texting me back or if she was hanging out with guys. You would calm me down and we would get so deep in conversation to the point I would forget why I even called. This went on for a year and a few months until Ruby and I decided not to be together anymore. And I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize you were the one waiting for me.

Originally posted by american-skins-story

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow,
Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

But I was too late. You had met Brad. Remember Brad? You were absolutely crazy over him. I mean who wouldn’t be? You were gorgeous with your tan skin and black hair. He was tall dark and handsome. He was a second year senior when we were juniors. He was an older man. Ethan was his friend, but I wasn’t. I remember you asked me one day during homeroom “Why don’t you like Brad?” I just chuckled and I shook it off. Until one night it all came out.

Ethan, you, and me were all having one of our best friend dates. It was the weekend of prom. I remember you had bought this sapphire blue dress with silver gems through the chest area. You looked so beautiful in it, but the school didn’t get to see it. Brad had gotten suspended for bringing cigarettes on campus. He was your date. You didn’t want to go if he wasn’t going and Ethan and I didn’t want to go if you weren’t going to be there. We had an anti prom with pizza, video games, and movies. At least that was the plan. I remember that night too clearly.


We were all in the living room. We were all wearing our pajamas. You were lying on one side of the couch on your phone most likely waiting for Brad to text you back while Ethan and I were playing FIFA on the other side. “Y/N do you wanna play?” Ethan asked you, but you didn’t say anything. Just then his phone rang. It was the alarm to go get our pizza and rent a movie for us. Ethan left us alone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked you gently. Brad was your first love. You looked at me and shook your head.

“I just want him.” You stood up walking over to the window. “It’s a little hot.” You said as you opened the window. You inhaled the crisp spring wind. I walked next to you. The wind blew strands of your hair all over the place. I chuckled noticing the moon reflecting off of your eyes. “I just don’t understand why he picked to go out with his friends tonight. I mean yeah he was suspended, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t hang out and be a couple.” You complained looking over the window ledge. “It’s not fair.” I could see your eyes turning glossy. I pulled you into me and I just held you. You sniffled as my shoulder was becoming damp. Even while you were crying, you were still so beautiful and I was pissed that you were in tears. I hated seeing you cry. Then I remembered the one thing to do to get you to stop crying. I pushed you back a little bit so I could look you in your dark brown eyes. You sniffled and apologized I was seeing you like this. “Sorry you have to see me like this.” You looked away shyly, but I didn’t mind. I tilted your chin up to look me in the eyes. Gosh you were so short.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“You should find someone who ruins your lipstick and not your mascara.” I said gently. You looked me in the eyes. Our eyes were locked on each other’s as I smiled.

“What type of guy is Brad?” You asked me softly. I inched closer as my eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips.

“Ruins your mascara.” I said barely above a whisper. I remember praying to God that they messed up our pizza order and that Ethan would be gone for so long so I could have this moment. I softly pushed your hair out of your face.

“What about you?” I swallowed hard at your question. I knew you knew the answer by the way you smirked after you asked.

“Ruin your lipstick.” Our eyes exchanged captivating holds again as I gently pressed my lips to yours. You didn’t run. You didn’t pull away. In fact, you kissed me back just as gently.

Originally posted by lepi-gladni-prokleti

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark

With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass,
Listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess,
I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it,
Darling, you look perfect tonight

We graduated high school two weeks later. The night of our anti prom, you called Brad and ended things with him. However you didn’t date me right after the break up. You wanted to go on a date beforehand to see how I really did treat you. Our first date was a picnic in the park at night. You were wearing a maroon romper with sandals. I couldn’t get over how amazing you looked. Never Be Alone by Shawn Mendes was playing as we ate sandwiches and some fruit. We talked for what felt like hours. At one point, and to this day I still don’t know because I hate dancing, yet somehow I danced with you that night. You were in my arms as we swayed back and forth under the light of the moon. “You look like such a mess.” You giggled as your ran your fingers through my hair. I just laughed and so did you.

Originally posted by our-sizzling-seduction

“You look perfect.” I kissed your lips again as we swayed back and forth under the moonlight. I could taste a hint of strawberries and mint on your lips. Out of all the dates I’ve been on, this one was my favorite. Anytime you ask me what my favorite dessert is I always tell you strawberry shortcake. Because of that night I never forgot the taste of strawberries or how you were my shortcake. You would blush anytime I called you that, but I didn’t mind and I knew you didn’t either.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a lover to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

We are still kids but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

We dated for about two years before I decided I wanted to have you for the rest of my life. “Will you marry me?” I rehearsed in the bathroom of my house. Yes I texted you and told you to meet me at the park, but I knew that when I didn’t show you would come right here. Where we first kissed. Where we first connected. I ignored all of your messages as I decorated the room with streamers, balloons and rose petals. I did my best to make sure when you saw the house you wouldn’t kill me. I then heard your lovely voice.

“Where the hell is he?” You shouted as you walked into the living room. I stood at the edge of the bed and I pulled out a ring from my pocket. I heard Ethan laughing as your stormed into the room. I could see anger quickly leave your body as tears began to fall.

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N. You are stronger than anyone I know. We share the same dreams, hopes, and I hope that we’ll one day share the same home. You have known all of my secrets from when I blamed Ethan for coloring on the walls to all my sleepless nights. I want you to carry more than just my secrets. I hope one day you’ll carry my children.” Your hands covered your face as you were in shock. “Yes we’re still kids there’s no doubt about that. Your dad didn’t like me after you fell in the creek, but I know he hated Brad more than me. I don’t want what we have with anyone else, because I won’t have it with anyone else. You’re it. I see my future in your eyes Y/N.” You started crying again. “Come on Y/N we’ve been over this. I’m here to ruin your lipstick. Not your mascara.” You started laughing as you were also crying. You started turning red like a strawberry. Now was the time. “Will you marry me?” I asked with hope clear in my voice. You pushed your hair out of your face as Ethan walked into the room. He leaned against the door frame while I waited for your answer.

“Yes.” Was all you said as you tackled me into a hug.

Originally posted by toolaate

I hope you guys enjoyed this :)

Not As Good As Her Part 2

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Hello everyone! This is a cheating fic about Josh Dun, since I love an angsty fic. Part 3 will be out soon, and will be the last part! I’m sorry if this is slow, but part 3 will rip your heart out.

If you don’t like angst, you can read my other fic here. Which is another Josh Dun fic about an unknown number messaging you.

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, bad language

You woke up and rolled over. 11:00 p.m. That was the time on the clock. You looked around the room confused, until you the memories of the night before flooded your mind. You rubbed your eyes, and tried not to imagine Josh and that woman in your bed. You would’ve cried if there were any tears left in your body.
You stayed in bed for a while before you decided to get something to drink. Jenna was in the kitchen sipping on a cup of tea when you came in. “Hey, how’d you sleep?” she asked when she saw you. Horribly you thought to yourself. “I slept fine.” She smiled. “Well, Tyler went to get your stuff. I say we get ready, and go shopping, maybe even get you a makeover. We have that party tonight for the celebration for the Emotional Roadshow!” she said. Does she really think you’re going to go to a party to celebrate that asshole’s tour? “We can go shopping, but I’m not going to that party tonight,” you told her. She pouted at you. “Y/N. The best kind of revenge is acting like you are so much better off without him. So change up your look, buy a brand new outfit, and show that dick what he missed out on!” she exclaimed. She did have a point. You reluctantly agreed. You made yourself a cup of coffee while she changed and grabbed some clothes for you to wear. You changed into a cute sweater and jeans from Jenna, and headed out.

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It's Just a Little Crush

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Singer!Poe Dameron x Actress!Reader

Summary: Despite being a celebrity yourself, you had a celebrity crush on world famous singer, Poe Dameron. Many of your followers on your social media knew this…including tv show host, James Corden. With his help, you end up facing your celebrity crush.

You were a big upcoming actress. Sure, you were known for playing memorable side characters. However, about a year ago, you landed a role that changed your life. In the movie adaption of young adult novel “Fangirl” by Rainbow Rowell, you landed the role of both Cather and Wren. It was amazing because 1) You loved the book to death and 2) This was your big break! So now you’re here on The Late Late Show with James Corden.

“So there’s this young adult novel called Fangirl and it’s written by Rainbow Rowell.” A few cheers are heard from the audience, “Yes! So now there’s a film coming out! So let’s give it up for the star of the movie Y/N L/N!!” The audience erupts in cheers and screams as you walk onto the stage. You hug James and sit down, “Hello, Y/N and welcome to the show!”

You smile and bounce in your seat, “Oh my gosh! Hi! I’m so nervous and happy to be here!”

“You’re nervous? Why?!” James asked.

“Well, you’re one of my favorite tv hosts. I absolutely love carpool karaoke.”

James scoffed, “Girl, please! Flattery will get you..everywhere.” You laugh. “So, Y/N did you read the book before even auditioning?”

Your eyes widened in excitement, “Yes! I did, actually and I love it! And, of course, I read it again when I got the role to help me get into character.”

“Because you’re not playing just one person. You’re playing two?”

You nod in confirmation, “Yup! I’m playing the twins Cather and Wren!”

“So, this movie is all about fangirls. Are you part of any fandoms or do you consider yourself a fangirl?”

“Yes, actually! I do! I’m in the Disney fandom, DC fandom, and Harry Potter fandom.” Cheers come from the audience and you cheer with them, “Yeah! Fandoms!” You giggle at the end.

“So do you fangirl over any celebrities?”

“Oh definitely! Yeah! Like Beyonce, Orlando Bloom, Henry Cavill.”

“Yep! Me too! Fanboy and proud!” He sticks his hand up and you high five with both of you giggling, “So, I have to ask: are you a big fangirl of the singer Poe Dameron?”

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Kit x Reader...

Imagine dating Kit Harington and finally admitting it to teh public.

Word Count: 1,709

“American actress Y/n Y/L/N was seen this morning going into the penthouse of Kit Harington, the Englishmen who we have been speculating Y/n has been seeing for quite some time.”

“It didn’t escape our notice that during the interview, Kit refused to talk about any subject that might have to do with Y/n Y/L/N. Could there be trouble in paradise?”

“Y/n looked stunning with her blond curls and that dress today on the runway!” “Yes, and did you notice that “just-a-friend-Kit” seemed to stick pretty close to Y/N throughout the entire show? Could be proof that Harington and Y/L/N are an item?”

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Fort Night

Josh crouched over, finishing up building a pretty impressive looking pillow fort. It hadn’t been his first time making one, but he had never put so much effort into making one before. Standing back up straight, he took a small step back to scan over the fort. It looked like it could have withstood a major earthquake and was decorated with cute stuffed animals. His eyes quickly checked the cat clock on his wall, 5:37 PM. He still had time to take a shower if he hurried.
Slipping into a loose tie-dye shirt and shorts, Joshua skipped over to his kitchen where he pulled out a jar of Nutella. His eyes scanned the pantry, his hair was still dripping wet, the small pitter patter of water drops falling onto his tiled floor made him anxious for the night to come. Before he could close the red pantry door, he heard knocking on his apartment door. Not expecting this, he jolted slightly in surprise before rushing over to the door.

Swinging the door open, he was greeted by a boy in a red shirt and a black visor. “Hello!” He held a bag in his arms that contained the pizza Josh had ordered earlier. Without saying a word, Josh pulled out his wallet. It was completely covered in pictures of kittens, Tyler got him it on his 27th birthday. It was a cute scene. At exactly 12 AM Tyler shoved a little box into Josh’s chest. The box had Christmas gift wrapping around it, and a bow that was bigger than the box itself. It was typical for Tyler to do silly things like that, especially for birthdays. Pulling out a wrinkled up twenty dollar bill, Josh handed it to the boy quickly. “Thanks man!” He exclaimed, handing a box of lukewarm pizza over to the drummer. Before Josh could say anything back, the kid rushed away down the hall.

Setting the box down on his counter, Josh opened up his stainless steel fridge and retrieved a clear plastic container filled with cut up fruit that he had bought at the store. Taking all of the food in his arms, he carefully laid out everything in the fort, along with two spoons for the Nutella and his laptop for movies. A few days prior, Tyler brought up the idea of having a movie night. It wasn’t considered a date, neither of them had ever believed that they could ever make a move. But, Josh was definitely considering it a date. He had a good feeling about that night. Once he finished making the fort and all of its contents inside, he heard faint knocking on his door. Taking a deep breath in, Josh readied himself for the night. As he strided over to the door, he fluffed his almost fully dry hair, trying to make himself presentable. His hand clutched onto the ice cold doorknob and he slowly opened up the door.

“Hey man!” Tyler exclaimed, walking into the apartment right away. “I was looking through Netflix before I came over and….” Josh wasn’t listening to a single thing his friend was yapping about. His heartbeat was drumming in his ears as he checked out Tyler. Slowly closing the door after his friend, he smiled nervously and nodded. “So, what movies were you thinking about?” His bandmate asked as he made his way to the living room where the pillow fort stood.

“Clueless,” Josh said with a quiet chuckle. His friend busted out into a fit of giggles. Tyler absolutely loved that movie, Joshua knew that was a fact. “It’s funny and cute and the best,” He added, walking over to the pillow fort. “Do you like the sick layout?” The drummer grinned widely.

“Sick as frick,” he answered without any hesitation. Dropping down to his hands and knees, Tyler crawled into the fort and laid on his stomach. Josh followed Tyler quickly, getting into the fort and laying down right beside his friend. “Pizza, Nutella, and fruit?” The taller male asked, cocking up an eyebrow.

‘Oh god what a terrible idea,’ Josh thought to himself. He felt like a complete idiot for not actually making dinner. The pink haired male honestly thought that making dinner would be pushing it. It would have made things feel too much like a date. “Erm, yeah,” he stuttered, pursing his lips out in frustration with himself.

“This is perfect,” Tyler insisted, opening up the box of pizza and retrieving a piece of pizza that was way beyond cold. “I love cold pizza,” he teasingly pushed Josh and looked over at his friend with reassuring eyes.

“Heh, thanks man,” He sighed in relief, opening up his laptop and launching Netflix. After a short bit of loading, the 90’s chick flick started to play and Tyler quickly zoned out, completely lost in the film. Josh wanted to watch the movie too, but he was so distracted by the fact that Tyler was beside him, in a pillow fort, in dim lighting, while watching a romcom. He couldn’t concentrate on the film, the scent of Tyler was enough to get him completely high. Every time Tyler would laugh at a crappy punch line, Josh would examine his face. The dimples that formed on his cheeks, the lines that cutely creased his cheeks, his eyes would squint almost to the point where they looked closed. All of this detail, it gave Josh butterflies. He was so infatuated with his friend and he didn’t know what to do about it. They had been friends for so long and he didn’t want to ruin it by making a move.

Halfway through the movie, Tyler opened up the jar of Nutella and grabbed one of the spoons. Although he loved Clueless, he couldn’t pay much attention to the film. He knew Josh was staring at him. It wasn’t very awkward, he loved feeling his eyes all over him, but it made things feel tense. Gripping onto the cold spoon, he took a big scoop of Nutella and turned slightly so he was facing Joshua. “Open up,” he commanded with his dopey smile.

“Oh my god,” Josh giggled, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. Tyler carefully placed the spoon in his friend’s mouth. He loved feeding Josh like this, it made him feel like they were a couple. “No homo,” he cackled. Josh quickly followed after, feeding his friend Nutella too. After a few bites, Tyler thought it would be funny to put some of the chocolate spread on his friend’s nose.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, cleaning off his nose with a finger and licking it off carefully. He couldn’t manage to make a stern face at the singer when he was cracking up over the scene. Without any hesitation, Josh took a spoonful and spread it all over Tyler’s mouth. “Hah!” He said victoriously.

“Oh my gosh,” Tyler’s jaw dropped in disbelief that his friend really did that. He shot Josh a glare before laughing. He tried his hardest to lick off the dense chocolate on his lips, but it quickly became a challenge when Josh was practically in tears, struggling to tell Tyler how he looked great with a goatee. “Help me dammit,” he demanded with a big smile. Josh scooted over to Tyler, his eyes carefully shot at his lips and then into his deep brown eyes.

“Sure pal,” he smirked and started to wipe the Nutella off with his thumb and licking it afterwards. Seeing Josh lick his thumb slowly was driving Tyler crazy. His tongue looked so soft and gentle.

“N-not like that!” He exclaimed, dipping his fingers into the jar before smearing it all over Josh’s mouth. “Like this,” Tyler started to kiss the Nutella off of the sides of Josh’s mouth. His tongue gently ran across the drummer’s lips, cleaning up the Nutella that was caked on him. Josh wasn’t sure how to react, he stayed dead still, terrified to make a move. “Aren’t you going to help me?” Tyler asked in a pushy time.

“I- uh-” Josh followed along, carefully kissing the chocolate off his lips. Soon enough, the chocolate was gone, and Tyler was still kissing his friend. His eyes were closed at this point, he had no reason to be looking at his lips when he knew the Nutella was gone. The kisses were short and quick at first, but as Josh warmed up, they became longer. Their lips started to open and tongues slipped out, dancing together. Tyler pushed Josh onto his back carefully. Their lips had disconnected as Tyler climbed on top of his friend.

“No homo,” he whispered and giggled before lunging his head down. His soft lips started to nip at the drummer’s neck. This had sent chills down Josh’s whole body, he took in a sharp breath when he felt the boy’s teeth graze against his skin softly. The movie was still playing in the background, but Josh honestly couldn’t care less. Tyler was straddled on top of him, giving him small hickeys all over his neck. His lips moved up to behind his ear, “I want you,” he whispered, hands slowly moving down the drummer’s chest. His heart was racing a hundred miles per hour, he was sure that Tyler felt it when he stroked his chest. Josh’s unsure hands tried to grab onto Tyler’s belt but was quickly swatted away. “Not so fast,” the brown haired male purred.

Arms moving up, Tyler took off Josh’s tie-dye shirt slowly. His head dove back down, tracing small kisses from his chest to his abdomen to his belly button. The drummer’s head was slowly becoming fogged the lower Tyler kissed. His hands gripped Josh’s pants. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper. After a short struggle, Tyler yanked the pink haired boy’s pants down. A wide smile grew on his face when he saw that Josh was wearing iconic smiley face boxers. “Cute,” he chuckled before groping his friend.

“F-fuck,” Josh whimpered, he hadn’t been touched like that in a long time. Looking down at Tyler, he slowly propped himself up with his elbows.

“You like that?” Tyler hummed, pulling down the smiley face boxers. “You’re hard and I haven’t even started yet,” he grinned widely. He slowly started to stroke Josh, locking eyes with him. He loved the facial expressions he made when he touched him. The drummer’s eyes fluttered closed, his eyebrows furrowed and his body twitched under Tyler’s grasp. His head tilted back as his friend stroked faster. His stomach tightened as he tried to control his breathing. Soon enough, Tyler stopped, pulling off Josh’s pants and boxers off completely. The pink haired male whined when he felt the tanned boy stop. “Oh hush..” Tyler cooed gently before continuing, “You’re gonna get more than that.” He assured his friend.

Licking his fingers, Tyler slowly inserted his index finger into Josh’s entrance. He didn’t move an inch, not wanting to hurt his friend. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move,” he whispered.

Josh was as stiff as a board, he had never had a finger up his ass before. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at first, but after a few moments he got used to it. Nodding slowly, he gave the word to Tyler. “O-okay. You can move.” He said, feeling his muscles loosen up before tightening again when he felt Tyler slowly push his finger in and out. After a short period of time, Josh’s whimpers became moans. He added a second finger, scissoring his fingers in his friend to prepare him for what was coming next. He was getting used to this feeling, it started to feel amazing. Soft moans escaped from his lips as precum leaked onto his own stomach.

Tyler retracted his fingers, wiping them onto Josh’s discarded shirt quickly. “Do you want this?” He asked, hands on his belt.

“Y-yes. Fuck Tyler please don’t stall.” Josh cursed. Nothing was cuter than seeing Josh all flustered and cursing underneath Tyler. He loved how red his cheeks were. Nodding slowly, he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and zipped his pants, and slid them off. Josh sat up, practically tearing his friend’s shirt off. Tyler smirked, finally taking off his boxers. The two sat in the pillow fort for a few seconds. Josh felt like it was forbidden to see his friend completely nude and… Well, erect. Before he could whine some more, Tyler gripped Josh’s neck and pulled him into a rough kiss.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded through is teeth. His eyes scanned Josh’s carefully as Josh spit out,

“F-F-fuck… I w-ant you.” He choked out and closed his eyes. Tyler could hardly wait himself, letting go of his friend’s neck, he looked down at Josh’s stomach. He clenched his jaw, spitting on his friend’s ass before thrusting into him slowly. “F-” The drummer couldn’t speak at this point. Consonants were the most he could blabber out.

Tyler’s rhythmic thrusts went along with Josh’s whines. He leaned down, kissing his friend to shut him up. Hips bucking along with Tyler’s thrusts, he couldn’t even open his eyes. He wanted more. Moving up, Tyler dug his fingers into the male’s hips, pulling him up and forcing him to go deeper into him. Their hips crashed together like waves in the ocean during a storm. Their breaths drowned out the movie. As each minute passed, Tyler’s went faster and harder. Josh wasn’t sure how much longer he could last if Tyler was going to keep up the pace. “I-I’m,” he moaned loudly, biting his lip, almost breaking his skin.

“Don’t,” Tyler growled, gripping his friend’s neck tightly and pushed up. His hand pressed against Josh’s windpipe. His eyes rolled back as he tried to gasp for air. “Don’t cum until I tell you.” The drummer’s hands moved up, finger’s intertwined in Tyler’s fluffy hair. Small beads of sweat dotted along his forehead as he struggled to keep going. The singer’s free hand moved down and began stroking the male underneath him.

All of this was too much. The pressure built up until he reached his breaking point. Josh let out a gentle cry as he came. His back arched and toes curled, throwing his head back, he shook uncontrollably underneath Tyler. “Fuck.” Joseph whispered harshly under his breath and between his grunts. The pillow fort that was thought to withstand an earthquake came toppling down. Seeing his friend so flustered set him off, eyelids fluttering shut, he came and hunched over Josh. Both panting together, Tyler managed a smile and stuttered “No homo,”

“Totally homo dude, totally homo,” Josh replied, sitting up and pulling the male on top of him into a gentle kiss. Tyler smiled softly into the kiss, pulling out of Josh he sat down beside his friend. His fingertips slowly traced the tree on the drummer’s sleeve. “How long have you been wanting to do that?” Josh asked, finally able to breathe normally.

“A long time.”


“I love you man.” Tyler admitted. “And I don’t mean having sex with you has made me love you. I’ve-”

“I know.” Josh interrupted his friend. “I love you too. Can we just sleep in my bed together tonight?”

Absolutely Nothing ~ Jack Maynard (Requested)

Request(s): Do you know Dan Howell? And would you be okay incorporating him in a fic with Jack? and Could you make it as if y/n is Dan’s ex and now she’s kinda with Jack and one day one of yours and Dan’s friends is in the hospital so their kid is left with you and he comes over to take care of the kid with you and jack sees them and gets sad/jealous but you and Dan assure him that its fine and you actually like Jack

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Not today.

After many, many disagreements and conversations on this years Christmas shenanigans, Harry finally gave into your committed complaints on spending Christmas like every other Christmas; with family. He had raised the argument that you’re on bed rest and according to him bed rest doesn’t pick and choose what day it’s needed. Christmas isn’t an exception to his bed rest rules. But, after unceasingly troubling him persistently, and throwing him out of the bed at one point, he finally gave in and is allowing you to be on your feet this Christmas— of course not without his cunning ways of managing to restrict you from carrying any gifts, or making any holiday food for the family. He refused to even allow you to make cupcakes, he insisted on doing them himself.
You look at him and observe as he licks his lips, struggling to apply the frosting to the cupcakes this Christmas morning. He had spent last night baking them, getting the ingredients correct after two batches turned out terrible. “You, my darling, are absolutely dreadful at decorating.” You crack a smile, watching as he manages to get the icing on his sleeve. “Damnit. Fine, sit and do the icing while I change my shirt.” He grunts, forcing you to sit on the chairs as he nudges the cupcakes closer to you.
He hurries back with a clean shirt on, a charming black button down that will soon be accompanied by his white sweater. “We better get going, we are expected at lunch.” You wear a smile at him, finishing off the last cupcake, swirling the icing perfectly. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” He affably asks, placing the cupcakes into a container that surely is purely for Christmas.
“I’m pregnant, not paralysed. I’m fine.” You assure him, “plus, I am an incubator for another two weeks.” You add, sliding off the chair and standing to your feet. “Now, are we leaving or not? Because if I put jeans on and a pretty sweater over my swollen stomach for no reason, I’ll be pissed with you.” You graciously smile, watching as he rolls his eyes in defeat. There’s no way he can change things at the last minute. You’re going to his sister’s lunch, and you’re going to celebrate Christmas with joy and festivity. “Let’s go, be careful outside there’s snow and—” you gently cut him off,
“There’s snow and ice, i know baby.” You nod, grabbing the cupcakes and your bag, already striding towards the front door. “Harry! C'mon!” You call, knowing he’s trying to think of a way to stop you from leaving the house. He’s protective, always has been, but his protectiveness got more prominent the minute he found out you were pregnant— and it hasn’t finished over the eight months and two weeks. Something tells you the protectiveness level will only heighten once the bundle of joy arrives. “Harry, you have five seconds to get out here otherwise I’m driving myself.” You joke, stepping outside into the frost bitten air, carefully making your way towards the car that has snow on it. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He utters, closing the door and carefully stepping towards the car. You open the door for him to put the gifts in the back before you slide yourself into the front, making yourself comfortable within the seats. “Okay, do you have everything?”
“Harry, drive.” You instruct, his anxiousness rattling your nerves a little bit.

“Ah, you came, you came!” Harry’s sister frantically reveals as she beams at the two of you.
“Gemma, let them in and then maniacally spit out your excitement!” Niall calls from somewhere in the house.
“Sorry, come in, come in!” She ushers the two of you in, taking the cupcakes from your hands before delicately hugging you. “How is my favourite sister-in-law?” She smiles widely, leading you Down the hallway of her house,
“I’m your only sister-in-law, i have to be the favourite.” You chuckle, “I am good, I’m fat, but I’m good.” You follow her into the living room where Niall is sitting on the couch.
“Oh hush. You’re not fat.” She shakes her head,
“I like how I don’t even get a hello.” Harry mutters as he places the Christmas gifts on the table, looking over at his sister.
“Merry Christmas, hello, harry. We can’t neglect you now, can we?” She chimes, hurrying over and engulfing him in a hug. He lets out a groan as she hugs him right. “Okay, you’re about to kill me.” He breathes out and she chuckles,
“Next time don’t complain.” She pets his shoulder before ruffling his hair, purposely messing it up just to get on his nerves.
“How’s my lil nephew?” Niall distracts you and your eyes travel over to him,
“Good, although it could be a niece.” You wink,
“Nah, it’s a boy. Come sit down.” He pets the space beside him and you take up his offer,
“You’re so bloody annoying. This is why I don’t visit.” Harry mutters over with his sister, as you begin to talk to Niall.
“So, when you and Gemma having a lil one?” You cheekily wink, watching as he rolls his eyes with a slight blush.
“We are waiting. First we should get a puppy.” He chuckles, “plus, she’s focusing on her career.”
“Good choice.” You agree, listening to Harry and his sister playfully bickering with each other. Their relationship is mainly based on playful banter and bickering. Last Christmas they both got tipsy and were throwing insults at each other all night, the other guests thought they were having a tif until you and Niall explained to them that they’re just tipsy and playful.
Christmas cheer is spread through out the house, different foods and dressings are eaten, desserts galore spread out on the table as another bottle of wine is opened up.
“Okay, okay. In The Muppet Christmas Carol, which character sang the song ‘Chairman of the Board’?” you question, watching as Nialls face frowns.
“What kind of question is that?” He crosses his arms, pouting his lips as he looks to his wife for help. “Harry, answer.” Niall instructs, looking at his team mate as Harry rubs the back of his neck. “I knew I should have picked one of the girls as my team mate.” Niall huffs, far too into this game. You chuckle lightly, enjoying the intensity of a simple Christmas trivia.
“Rizzo the rat?” Harry answers the question without any confidence to his tone.
“Wrong!” Gemma grins, doing a little happy dance as she walks over to the couch.
“It’s Sam the Eagle.” You crack a smile towards the boys,
“‘Lright, who directed the polar express?” Harry’s voice travels and he gives you a cute little wink, “c'mon love, you should know this.” He gestures towards you,
“Robert Zemeckis, Gosh how I dislike that movie.” Gemma mutters,
“Y/N loves it, it makes her cry.” Harry chuckles,
“Hey, don’t spill my secrets.” You gently throw a pillow at him as Gemma sits down on the couch.
“How many separate stories appeared in the British Christmas romantic comedy Love Actually? Harry if you get this wrong I’m disowning you as my brother.” Gemma reads out,
“10!” Harry instantly answers. Ah, one of his all time favourite movies, there’s no doubt he’d get that answer wrong. It’s also about damn time the two boys managed to get a correct answer without bickering with each other on who’s right.
“Directed by Tim Burton, the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas was adapted from what?” Niall reads, “that’s not fair that’s easy. Even I know it!” He exclaims,
“A poem.” You smile, watching as he nods and Huffs.
“We got the hard ones, this game is rigged. I want another one.” He playfully looks towards his wife, causing her to roll her eyes. You have a feeling she does that to him quite a lot. You wiggle on the couch, the baby moving and making you somewhat uncomfortable, or it could be all the Christmas dessert you devoured. In your defence, you’re eating for two and the baby definitely wanted a second slice of pie.
“It’s getting time for us to head home. We have dinner at eight, are you two attending?” Harry stands to his feet, looking at Niall and Gemma.
“Yes. I RSVP to Y/N’s mum, mum is coming but she said she might be a tad late.” Gemma responds and you push yourself up off the couch, your hands pressing to your lower back. As much as being pregnant has it’s perks, you can’t wait to not have your back feeling as though it’s carrying a ton of bricks. “We will see you guys tonight.” You smile, hugging Gemma, chuckling as she does her best to be gentle with you. “You’re not going to break me by hugging me.” You insist, hugging Niall before grabbing your bag.

You distract Harry as you continue to wiggle in your seat, your back being relentless as pain continues to shoot through you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes glancing at you for a second before they’re back on the road,
“My back is killing me.” You mumble, shifting within the seat, trying to find a comfortable position.
“We are nearly home, just try relax.” He instructs, having no solution to your back pain. You take in a deep breath and look out the window, the white blanket of slow covering the ground, many houses with half shovelled driveways as Christmas celebrations continue. Your attention is diverted to a rippling aches in your stomach, a damp feeling becoming known between your legs. “Oh no, Harry?” You clear your throat,
“Mhm?” He makes sound,
“How much do you love this car?” You ask, knowing the damp feeling between your legs has more than likely gone through onto his leather seats.
“I don’t know, why?” He yawns as you both reach a stopping point due to traffic.
“My water just broke and I’m pretty sure it’s on the seats.” You say in a low voice, looking at him as his eyes widen.
“Your water broke?” He interrogates, clarifying that he heard you correctly, you nod, biting your lip as he grows quiet.
“Okay, well, stay calm. Uhm.” He trails off, thinking for a minute.
What the hell is he thinking of?
Without warning he jerks the car and turns around, half frightening you. “Damn, are you trying to kill us?” You fret, your heart racing as he hits the speed limit and narrows his eyes down on the road. “Sorry,” he apologises, a contraction hitting you as he’s forced to stop at a red light. “This wasn’t meant to happen, not today. All the clothes are at the house. We had a plan. The plan doesn’t happen until after January.” You squeak, anxiousness overcoming you as you realise that you’re in child-bearing mode.
“Calm down, it’s okay.”
“No, he or she can’t come today, no. This isn’t a Christmas baby, it’s meant to be born the seventh of January.” You raise your voice, unable to control yourself, “today is the twenty fifth, today can’t be the day!” You utter an exclamation,
“Sweetheart, relax. Today’s the day, it’s okay.” He delicately announces,
“No, he or she can’t come early, I have to stick to the plan.” You insist, beginning to sound like a complete mess.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Harry shakes his head,
“No! It’s not.” You squeak, “the contractions are five minutes apart. This isn’t part of the plan.” You wail,
“How do you know?” He half-wittedly asks,
“I can fucking feel them!” You raise your voice, annoyed by his idiotic question. How do you know? How does he think you know? Idiot.
“Breathe, just breathe. Here, take my hand.” His hand leaves the steering wheel and you instantly grab it, taking no time in squeezing it between contractions. By the third your breathing is heavy and you’re wanting to get the baby out of you already. “Nearly there; hold on.” He announces, your body feeling as if it’s being torn apart on the inside.
“Oh, okay. I don’t really think I can hold her in.” You moan, the pressure continuing to increase,
“Just a few minutes.” He assures you,
“I don’t think I can wait that long.” You pant, bending your head as you squeeze his hand, unsure of how he is ideally fine with how hard you’re squeezing his hand.
“You’re going to have to.” He murmurs, trying his best to keep you somewhat calm and rational. Apparently you don’t have a choice on when the baby is born, today is the day, whether you like it or not. “Why couldn’t he or she just wait?” You wail, leaning back in the chair,
“He is anxious to see us for Christmas.” He cracks a smile,
“It could be a she. She needs to stop.”
“Honey, I don’t think he or she is going to stop and decide to come in two weeks. It’s today or tomorrow.” Harry stifles a laugh, ultimately managing to pull into the hospital.

My Man

Jimin request by anon: “Hi! Can you do a scenario with Jimin? Where he gets really angry at you? With happy ending~”

Well, first of all, thank you for requesting. I absolutely love this greesy little fucker, gosh, he’s so adorable and stupid I just can’t… >A<

Kitty helped me to understand why would a guy even get mad with you (forever alone tbh) so thank you Kitty. <3

Hope this will be to your liking.

-Admin Lizard

Weekened finally. 

As you stepped inside the apartment, you noticed Jimin was already waiting for you. As soon as the door opened, he flew straight into your arms and hugged your waist tightly.“Jagi…” he pouted while looking straightly into your eyes, “I missed you.” he motioned his lips forward. 

The way this boy knew how to make your heart flutter amazed you. At a sign of his cuteness, you gently pecked his lips and smirked. “Minnie, let me in first, you silly willy." 

But Jimin refused to let go of his hold, so you had to drag him along to the bedroom after you’ve locked the door. You wandered around the house with Jimin clinging to you, hands on your waist and head on your shoulder as you placed some of your stuff in place. 

You noticed the pajamas he brought for the sleepover, and burst out in laughter. "What?” he shot with his eyes wide open. 

“And you call yourself a man." 

"What! There’s nothing wrong with bears! Bears are manly!” he placed his hand over his heart, looking offended. But you didn’t buy it. 

Instead, you just laughed at him. “Well, bears are cute.”

“And manly." 

"Whatever makes you feel good.” you patted his shoulder and walked off to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, you were both in your pajamas, munching on some popcorn and watching cheesy romantic movies. 

Of course that with Jimin watching movie means cuddling and making out, but it’s not like you didn’t like it.

While stroking your hair with his right hand, Jimin took a glance at the phone. You got a text from your best male friend and he sighed when seeing it, feeling the anger starting to build up in his stomach.

“Where did you get this from?” he took your left hand gently but quickly, holding it so you’d look at the ring on your ring finger. “_____.” you answered bluntly, looking at him in slight confusion at his sudden question.

Jimin’s face wore a serious expression and you sensed enmity upon his hearing your best male friend’s name. “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?” you stared at him in utter confusion. Somehow the mood suddenly changed and became more stressed, hostile. “He just gave it to me, that’s all.”

“Then why did you accept it?”

“I can’t turn it down, he’s my best friend! Besides, I like this style of rings." 

"But I’m your boyfriend. I should buy you things. I’ll go buy you new rings, so take it off.”

“What? Jimin, stop it. I don’t need anything from you.”

“But you need from _____?” he sounded angry.

“That’s not what I meant, I-”

“So you like him more than a friend? More than me? How about you date him, huh? He’s already buying you stuff so just go and be his girlfriend!” he waves his arms angrily, letting his voice grow louder. 

“Jimin! What’s gotten into you?!” you started yelling as well, not knowing why suddenly you were both standing up and screaming madly at each other.

“You never spend any time with me anymore!”

“Well, that’s because you’re always in rehearsals!”

“But even when we’re finally together, you text him! I saw your text, you said 'Oh wow _____, you’re so handsome!” he shouted angrily, then mimicked a girly voice with mockery.

“Well, he sent me a picture of what he is going to wear for a date! With a girl! Stop being so jealous!”

“So what?! You’re always with him and barely with me! Sometimes I feel like you don’t even love me!” he looked down, before his frown grew bigger and his fists, which now rested by his sides, tensed up. You noticed his eyes got a little watery, but you weren’t sure, and now wasn’t a time to pick up on him about it.

“Jimin…” you sighed softly and got closer to him. You took his hands in yours and when he finally looked up, you offered him a soft smile.

“Jimin, I’m sorry if I make you feel jealous. I know it might look like I spend more time with him, but, no, I just…” you sighed, “he’s my best friend but nothing more than that. He’s not my boyfriend. You are.” you looked into his eyes.

“A-Are you… _____,” he sighed, “I know you’re not in love with him but it’s just that I… Well, I-”

“You feel intimidated by him?” you completed his thoughts and he nodded in approval. “You shouldn’t Jimin. Because although I love him, he’s like a brother to me. The one that I truly love is you, silly. You and only you. So no one is going to steal me from you, Minnie." 

Jimin stared at you for a long moment before sighing and smiling in relief. He hugged you close and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "I’m sorry I yelled at you. I know you love me and I love you too.”

“I know you do.” you stroked his back, then added, “how can I not love someone so cute and cheesy who’s wearing pajamas with cuddly bears on it?” you laughed.

“Hey!” he faked insult, “Bears are manly! I’m a man, a manly man.”

“Yes, yes, Of course you are. You’re my man.” you kissed his lips sweetly. “Promise to never get jealous again?” you looked at him with a smile, “Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

Dating Namjoon would include
  • U got no jams
  • listening to music together
  • you talking about casual things together then randomly switching to socratic paradox and existential issues
  • him using his mixtape lyrics to have his way with you : “ You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness. The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds.. Take it off now babe just take it off….”
  • Movie marathons Netflix and chill dates 
  • Constant nagging and silly arguments
  • Him purposely putting your stuff on the top shelf to make you feel short and so that you’ll beg him to help you get it down  
  • you reading and discussing books together 
  • “I miss you.” you: “I’m in the next room, you idiot.”
  • him ruining all the furniture
  • “taehyung did it”
  • random backhugs and neck kisses
  • catching him staring at you admiringly
  • Him getting jealous
  • “Yah ! isn’t that too revealing”
  • you getting lectured 
  • The cuddle/tickle fight gone wrong if u na mean lol
  • him constantly needing to touch you
  • “how’s my angel?”
  • always calling each other pet names (earning several eye rolls from the members)
  • You’re distracting me  too much with Your Sexiness” you :” We need to stop being so in love with each other, gosh! “
  • “stop staring at me, Namjoon”
  • inside jokes
  • him spoiling you
  • him  constantly saying I love you and suga screaming “whipped” in the background 
  • cuddle sessions
  • “Fine, I’ll just go to the party on my own.” him: (Puts on tight jeans and shirt.) “Okay, I’m coming.”
  • deep late night talks
  • dirty comments
  • him giving up his sweater when you’re cold, with absolutely no hesitation
  • him being protective of you
  • being told how beautiful you are every day
  •  holding hands
  • roof top stargazing
  • his laugh 
  • his deep voice
  • “you’re crazy but I love you”
  • him not telling you the storyline of I NEED YOU x PROLOGUE x RUN
  • “Okay but who dies ? ”
  • “you don’t expect me to answer that do you ?” 
  • “Yes, I do expect an answer,”
  • “well get used to the disappointment”
  • “Don’t make me cut off your penis”  him “You’d miss it too much

For Anon

Admin SkylerNam

Question roundup!

I was a little overwhelmed for a while, but I’m finally getting at my inbox! :)

Old Ganondorf from aToTR is still a major grump, but he’s mellowed out a lot.  After he retires from ruling, he spends most of his time gardening, practicing his music, and making small puzzles and toys for his young grandchildren. (And yes, i think he would have a bad habit of spoiling his grandchildren rotten, much to his children’s annoyance.)

He also doesn’t like to be fussed over, so whenever his overprotective eldest son Covarog tries to help him out of a chair or checks up on him while he’s out, it irritates ‘Oldmanondorf’ a great deal… and he has not problems with vocalizing his feelings about that… loudly.

In fact, Ganondorf’s reactions are so over dramatic and entertaining that “coddling him”quickly becomes the preferred way for his family to tease him.

He outlives Zelda by many, many years and their son often encourages him to find another person to marry. He’s reluctant to do this though because he’s convinced that he will see Zelda again when they both reincarnate… and with his perfect memory between lives that makes him very uncomfortable with trying to find a new partner. 

So the few dates he does try to go on are awkward and go poorly because he feels guilty. None of them end up working out, so to deal with his loneliness he often goes out and talks Zelda’s  grave for a little bit each day. It’s a habit that his family does not think is healthy and heavily discourages… making them try to set him up on dates he doesn’t want even MORE.

*oh gosh, i’m suddenly envisioning the well-meaning grandbabies dragging home random adorable old ladies in an attempt to help their grandpa find romantic companionship again… XD *

XD With as often as these two stubborn people bicker, I think they would end up doing it a LOT, (even without needing to artificially start trouble to get it! ) XD Fortunately i don’t think they’re opposed to make up sex though!

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Atomic Jealousy

Snowbarry fic

Story by: hoffkk

Requested by: starcalista

Prompt: Ray has set his sights on Caitlin since they are both single. Cue jealous and protective Barry. Though please don’t make Ray out to be the bad guy.  I really love him. Thank you :)

Title: Atomic Jealousy

Notes: Sorry this took so long!  Started with one idea, then scrapped it in favor of another, but better late than never, right? lol.  Hope you like it! :)

p.s. I do not own these characters!

p.p.s. Sorry for any errors, grammatical or otherwise!

Barry shot upward in bed and was breathing erratically.  He had been having the same nightmare for days, ever since he found Dr. Well’s secret lair. Images of Wells and the reverse flash, Wells voice saying “The ones you love will suffer…until…you…die.”, then more images of Wells attacking Cisco, his mom, Joe, Iris…

The weirdest part was the newspaper.  He would be looking at that newspaper from the future.  It would be the same as before, but the by-line was always different. Instead of Iris’s name it always said Caitlin…Caitlin Snow-Allen.  Then he would hear her voice, filled will sorrow say “I didn’t want him to be a hero, I wanted him to be my husband.”

Barry remembered the day that Caitlin said that to him.  In reality, she had been talking about her late fiancé, Ronnie, but in the dream… he wasn’t so sure.

What did this mean? Why her name?  Why those words?  Most importantly, why were the only things that calmed him the lyrics to Summer Nights and remembering the feel of her hand in his?


Barry couldn’t-wouldn’t-admit to himself that he had feelings for Caitlin. He was still in love with Iris…wasn’t he?  Maybe, maybe not.  Either way, that didn’t mean that he had some subconscious feelings for Caitlin that were manifesting itself in his nightmare.  Absolutely not.  So why was he so excited to get to STAR Labs, again?

Barry entered the main room where the team did most of their lab work and stopped in his tracks. There he saw a giggly Caitlin, toying with a strand of her reddish-brown hair as she chatted up none other than Ray Palmer.  They both leaned in to look closer at something on the computer screen and bumped shoulders, causing another giggle to escape from Caitlin’s mouth.  Ray adjusted his muscled arm, resting his hand on her back, making more room for the two of them at the small desk

Barry just stared at them for a moment.  His brow furrowed and his stomach tightened.  He didn’t like Ray being that close to her.  Without another thought, Barry cleared his throat, making his presence known.  Surely they would separate once they realized they had a witness to their…flirting? That’s how it always worked in the movies right?  Barry thought it was a good, simple plan, but it could not have gone more wrong.

“Barry!” Caitlin startled, knocking her coffee all over Ray, turning his white thermal shirt brown.  "Oh my gosh!  I’m so sorry. I-“

Before she could finish, Ray pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso, including two beautifully chiseled pecs and what could only be described as an eight-pack.

Caitlin’s mouth was hanging wide open.  So was Barry’s.

Son of a…how do I compete with that?  Barry cursed to himself.  Sure, lightning gave him abs, but he wasn’t exactly what you’d call macho or buff or…Ray.

“Do you guys have an extra shirt?”  Ray asked, directing his question to both of them.

“Uh, Yeah, one sec!”  Caitlin tossed out quickly, running to get a STAR Labs t-shirt from the back room and to hide her blush.

Barry distracted himself by using his super speed to clean up the mess.  Too bad that only lasted a nanosecond.  Now, he was standing in an awkward, half-naked silence with Ray.

“So…”  Barry trailed off. “How’s Felicity?”

Sadness flashed in Ray’s eyes for a brief moment before he responded. “She’s good.  Busy.  Mostly with Arrow stuff.”

“Ah.” Barry nodded.

Suddenly Ray blurted, “We broke up…It was mutual.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”  Barry said, keeping his gaze focused on the wall behind Ray’s head.  Where was Cait with that shirt?

“Here you go!” Speak of the devil.  Caitlin fast walked towards Ray, handing him the blue and gray t-shirt.  "I really am sorry, I’m usually not so klutzy.“

"It’s fine, really.”  Ray promised. “But…if you really want to make it up to me, you can let me take you to dinner tonight.”

Barry’s heart squeezed at his words, then he crossed his arms over his chest trying to protect it. Like hell she’s going.  Over my dead body.

Caitlin’s eyes went wide, but she recovered nicely before speaking. “That’s sweet…but you don’t have to do that.”

“Consider it a thank you, then, for helping me upgrade the ATOM suit.”  Ray flash his dopey, yet sexy smile that girls loved.

Caitlin was surprised. Ray was a nice guy with a clearly very nice body…but she just wasn’t interested in him romantically.  She cut a quick glance at Barry and half-smirked.  Taking in his angry, jealous stature, her eyes filled with mischief. She looked back into Ray’s warm brown eyes and smiled, “You know what?  Dinner sounds great.”

It took all of Barry’s self-control not to react.  Realizing the vein in his neck was popping, he casually rubbed at it, feigning coolness.

“Excellent.  I’ll pick you up around 8 in my helicopter.” Ray said, then looked at his watch. “I should get going.  I have a few things that I need to take care of.”

“Wouldn’t want to keep you.”  Barry finally spoke.

“See you guys later.”  Ray said too peppy for Barry’s taste.

As he exited, Caitlin went over to another computer and began working.

Finally able to relax a bit, Barry dropped his arms and stared at the beautiful scientist in front of him. The girl was brilliant and looked incredibly sexy in the modest blouse and pencil skirt she was wearing.  Not to mention, she was probably one of the kindest people he had ever met.  Barry inwardly sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  "I don’t think this whole date thing with Ray is a good idea…“

"Oh?” Caitlin asked, not even glancing his way.

“I mean, he just broke up with Felicity…” Barry stated.

He asked me, Barry,” Caitlin pointed out.  "…so clearly he is ready to move on.“

"Maybe…but, c'mon, he’s not really your type anyway.”  Barry tried again.

“Oh really?  And what is my type, exactly?  Caitlin asked, finally looking him in the eye, arms crossed.

"Well…” Barry began, deciding to be honest with her, “I mean he has the looks and the brains and all, but I just think you need someone a little younger…and possibly shorter.  Someone who complements you rather than over shadows you.  Someone who’s a little more…subtle.”

During his little rant, Caitlin made her way over so she was standing in front of Barry.  Smiling she answered, “I don’t know if I would call super speed subtle…”

Barry tried to play dumb, “Wh-what?”

“You were describing yourself, weren’t you?” Caitlin said knowingly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  He said innocently.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Ray if he knows anyone fitting that lovely description you gave me when we go out tonight.”  She said half-serious, half-teasing as she turned around to head back to her computer.

“Cait…” Barry trailed off, grabbing her forearm and spinning her back around to face him.

“Yes?” she queried.

He just stood there a minute, gazing into her hazel eyes.  Still holding her am with one hand, he used his other to rub the back of his head.

“Look, Barry, I’m going on this date,” Caitlin declared with her free hand resting on her hip, “Unless, you can give me one good reason why-”

Caitlin didn’t get to finish her sentence.  Before she could process what was happening, Barry pulled her in, cupping the side of her face with his free hand and kissing her forcefully. His other hand moved to her waist as hers moved to grab onto his arms.

Pulling away breathless, she smiled, “Well, Mr. Allen, that is a very good reason.”

He kissed her again, before he responded. “So, does that mean you’re not going to go out with Ray?” He quirked a brow, trying to be funny, but looking a little scared at what she might say.

“What do you think?” Caitlin answered, before leaning in and kissing him deeper.

Barry was an idiot, but he was her idiot, and they both planned on keeping it that way.

Real Steel AU
  • Both Marinette and Adrien command champion fighting robots
  • Marinette’s is called Ladybug, and Adrien’s is Chat Noir
  • They’re always fighting for top spot, with all fights usually ending in a tie.
  • Occasionally, one will get the upper hand and claim top spot, but it’s never for long.
  • Marinette works with her friend and partner Alya to command Ladybug
  • Alya is the mechanic, fixing up Ladybug after every fight, while Marinette researches and programs fighting moves into Ladybug
  • As a result, Ladybug’s fighting style is precise and calculated, and deadly effective
  • She doesn’t like Adrien, because she thinks he’s just a rich kid who got everything handed to him.
  • Whereas she and Alya had to work hard to get sponsored to create their bot
  • Night upon nights of planning and sketching their bot and coming up with fight strategies
  • Finally they get funded by some company
  • What they don’t know is that Chat Noir is a junkyard bot.
  • Every piece on him is salvaged from a junkyard or taken from defeated opponents. 
  • Adrien had a falling out with his father, and ended up moving out.
  • He was a boxer years ago, before bots took over the sport.
  • His father wanted him to be a model and follow in his footsteps.
  • But Arien decided to pursue boxing, and he was damn good at it.
  • So he split from his father, with only a small amount given to him to survive.
  • But then robots took over the ring.
  • He got so upset he swore to never set foot in a ring or fight again.
  • But he still wanted to be in the boxing world
  • So he decides he wants to build a bot of his own
  • The money he was given was enough to live and establish himself, but not enough to fund a robot.
  • So he and his friend and partner Nino, who is his mechanic, take to the junkyard, managing to put together a decent fighting bot.
  • The bot has a shadow function, which Adrien uses to teach Chat how to fight.
  • As a result, Chat’s fighting style is less calculated and efficient, but completely unpredictable.
  • As successes mount, money comes in, but outside of repairing and buffing, he never replaces the salvaged parts with new ones unless absolutely necessary.
  • He likes Marinette, and subtly flirts with her every time they interact.
  • But he always gets shot down.
  • He isn’t sure why, but he never presses for answers
  • So, Ladybug and Chat Noir are always toe to toe.
  • Ladybugs’s calculated fighting style prevents her from being taken down, but Chat Noir is so unpredictable that any offensive moves are rendered useless.
  • They remain unchallenged for the top spot for awhile
  • Gabriel Agreste, Adrien’s dad, decides to be a lil shit try and bring Adrien back
  • Of course, his genius plan is to defeat him and claim top spot.
  • So he uses his fortune to create a top-of-the-line fighting bot called “Le Papillion”
  • Not only that, but to make sure he always wins, he programs it to fight dirty. Not anything against the rules, but things that are usually frowned upon.
  • So anyways, he sends Papillion into the ring, and because Ladybug and Chat Noir are completely unprepared to the dirty fighting style, they get completely and utterly rekt
  • I’m talking one round, blown out of the water.
  • Both bots broken beyond repair 
  • And both pilots pissed
  • Both because they worked so hard only to get taken down by a dirty fight, but Adrien especially because ‘how dare his dad try to get him back by destroying his dreams’
  • ‘And destroying my chances with marinette’
  • BUT then he hears bout the damages to Ladybug, and he gets an idea
  • Marinette is still bummed, but Alya convinces her to go out 
  • Says she has something to ask/tell her
  • When they finally settle, Alya says they have been given a proposition
  • When Ladybug fought Papillion, he focused his hits to he body and limbs, completely totalling their chassis.
  • Incidentally, when he fought Chat Noir, knowing Chat was built more heavily and endurant, he targeted the head, destroying the computer systems but leaving the chassis more or less intact
  • Alya says Adrien and Nino contacted her, and if they’re willing, want to try to see if they can put together another bot from what they can salvage from the two totaled fighters.
  • Reluctantly, Marinette agrees, because she really wants to get back in the ring, and her sponsors dropped her after such a humiliating defeat. And if she has to put up with Adrien’s rich boy attitude to do it, well, so be it
  • So they get together, and Alya and Nino go off together to make out  plan out the bot
  • And Adrien and Marinette are left together awkwardly.
  • Eventually, they get to talking, and Marinette finds out about Adrien’s split from his father, his failed career in boxing, and all sorts of sad backstory stuff.
  • She realizes how different he is than she expected, how nice and kind and even funny, but don’t you DARE tell him she said that.
  • And she feels guilty for judging him and starts crushing
  • Adrien, on the other hand, is thrilled, because 'Wow, Marinette is so much funnier and sassier than i expected I love it’
  • And he falls for her completely
  • Eventually, Alya and Nino, through the magical power of hard work, determination, coffee, and make out sessions, get 'Lady Noir’ put together.
  • She has Chat Noir’s chassis and motors, but Ladybugs computer systems and control systems.
  • And she has Chat’s shadow function
  • So Adrien and Marinette go about retraining Lady Noir.
  • Marinette goes all out, programming new fighting moves and planning fights before they happen.
  • Adrien doesn’t usually contribute, but occasionally, he’ll take Lady Noir out and shadow box with her, teaching her some of his own secret signature moves.
  • But he only does it when he thinks nobody will see him.
  • Marinette does and gets hella turned on
  • Because she can see how into it he gets, how passionate he is about it.
  • And with the two of them working together, they climb back up the ranks twice as fast.
  • Marinette commands, Adrien pilots
  • Marinette comes up with brilliant plans, and Adrien executes them in the most convoluted way possible so nobody expects it, so nobody can counter it.
  • Hella amounts of flirting in the middle of fights.
  • And outside of fights
  • and in between fights
  • and after fights
  • and before fights 
  • and even when there’s no fight
  • They earn twice their old popularity, and Marinette’s old sponsors want to sponsor her again
  • She turns them down.
  • Soon they’re back to challenge Papillion
  • Gabriel is mad, because not only did his plan to bring Adrien back fail, now he dares to challenge him?
  • So they fight. And they definitely give Papillion a run for his money.
  • At the end of the second to last round, Papillion manages to land a heavy blow that knocks out the remote control/communications systems
  • They cant use their controls to pilot
  • Looks like they’re going to have to forfeit
  • But WAIT
  • Nino has genius plan!
  • Shadow function!
  • Adrien can shadow box the last round!
  • “Ni-NO”
  • “Ni-YES!”
  • Adrien point-blank refuses to do it
  • and Adrien finally gives
  • Last round starts, And after warming up, he proceeds to absolutely REK Papillion
  • POW to the head
  • POW to the gut
  • POW uppercut
  • and Papillion is down, Gabriel is cursing, they win.
  • Double Adrienette/Djwifi makeout session commences.
  • Lady Noir is still shadowing Adrien, so it looks hella weird.
  • But nobody cares
  • Adrien gets all up in Gabriels face like 'haha old man, ur not my dad’
  • never see him again
  • Adrienette starts dating, Turns out Djwifi had secretly been dating even when Ladybug and Chat Noir was still around.
  • They then proceed to absolutely own the ring together for the rest of their career.

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October 26 - Witches’ Familiars

Pairing: Kent Parson/Eric Bittle

Kent is…fairly certain cats aren’t meant to come with instruction manuals.

But he spends the whole day at the animal shelter volunteering for an adoption drive, paying people’s adoption fees, and falls absolutely in love with a phenomenally giant Maine Coon that seems to be unadoptable. The giant, shockingly fluffy cat spends the entire day on his lap, sprawled across his legs and is much the size of a small child.

“Don’t you already have a cat?” Swoops asks while Kent runs his fingers through the Maine Coon’s fur. It purrs heartily.

“Yeah,” Kent agrees. “I’m taking this one too.”

He adopts the cat, even though the shelter people give him worried looks, and hand him a book that seems to be an owner’s manual. Kent really doesn’t think cats are supposed to come with owner’s manuals.

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Reading fic and eating movie theater candy ‘cause it has been a truly terrible horrible day. Deputy Derek, Daddy Derek, Alpha Derek, Wolf Derek, Jock Derek, Prince Derek…I love them all!!!!

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Derek has questions. Stiles has answers. Also dick pics. Stiles has Dereks’ dick pics.

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Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

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After Derek becomes a deputy, he notices Stiles coming around a lot and hanging out with Deputy Parrish. And yeah, he’s kind of jealous because he thought he and Stiles might have had… something.

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Derek swallows, watching Stiles mull over the paperwork. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Stiles says, licking his lips. He signs with a flourish and pushes the contract back at Derek.

Derek knows every word of the contract by heart, but his heart stutters anyways when a sentence jumps out at him. The client acknowledges that any bond created during the heat session is temporary.

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Derek loves his kids. He does. But… every once in a while he needs a break from them. It’s natural. It’s totally fine. He needs some “me” time occasionally. It’s allowed, okay?

At least this is what he keeps telling himself when he drops the kids and their overnight bags off at his older sister Laura’s house.

Stood Up and Standing Out by kitsunequeen | 2,416

By eight o’clock, Derek has begun playing on his phone, because really, who could judge him harder at this point? Besides, it’s better than exchanging looks with Puppy Dog Eyes.

He’s just leveled up in Candy Crush when someone practically bursts in through the front doors.

“Oh my gosh,” the man says loudly. It’s not enough to silence the restaurant, but it does make most of the patrons glance over. “I am so sorry. I’m here for dinner with Mr. Hale,” he tells the maître d’, and that certainly catches Derek’s attention. “The reservation should be in his name. Is he even here still?”

“Erm, yes, Mr…” the man behind the desk says, and Derek can easily picture his disapproving frown.


The Right Book, in the Right Hands by TroubleIWant | 10,633

Stiles loves his job. Mostly. Like, maybe sixty-seven percent loves. For right out of college that’s pretty good, right? And among people working in the Chicago O’Hare airport he’s positive he’s in the 99th percentile of job enjoyment.

When all is said and done, he really does love putting the right book into the right hands. Especially when those hands are as attractive as the ones attached to Hot Businessman Derek Hale.

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Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he’s moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

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He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

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House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

#9- Celebrity Crushes

“Just, like, ugh! He’s so hot! I just want to jump his bones!” You said to your best friend as you both watched Avengers Age of Ultron. “Really? I prefer Thor. Although, Pietro is hot too. If you like older guys all the other avengers are just as hot.” They replied. “Marvel just picks good looking guys! Loki and Bucky are just as hot!” You exclaimed. “Ew! No!” She gagged. “What?! Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan are hot as hell!” You yelled. “Next thing I know you’re gonna be telling me Ultron and Vision are hot.” They joked. “I’m sure the actor of Vision is handsome…” You trailed off. “(Y/N) you are so gross!” Your best friend laughed. “Shut up! Just let’s watch the movie.” You mumbled, refocusing on the screen ahead of you. “Oh my gosh! Steven Grant Rogers! You need to stop!” You yelled at the tv. “Shhhh!” Your best friend laughed. “Just, like, imagine all the cute babies we would have.” You mumbled. “Super serum. What else did it effect?” They winked. “Oh, and I’m the gross one!?” You exclaimed, lightly shoving them. “(Y/N), I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, werewolves are not made from a super serum.” Stiles laughed, Scott in tow. “They’re watching Avengers-again.” Scott pouted. “You know what? Now that I think about it, you and Captain would have adorable babies.” Your best friend whispered to you. “No babies with Captain America!” Scott yelled. “Hush!” You replied as soon as you saw the Avengers go to the farm. “I thought we had a date tonight.” Scott complained. “It’s like 2, our date is at 7.” You said, tearing your eyes away from the screen for just a moment, to gesture for Scott to sit next to you. “I love you.” Scott mumbled sadly. “Aw I love you too, wolf boy. I’m sorry you’re jealous about Captain Dorito.” You smiled, placing a loving kiss on his nose. “Is the movie almost over?” He asked you. “Yes, my love.” You replied, pulling his head into your lap and playing with his hair. “This is absolutely disgusting. (Y/N) I’m going home.” Your best friend joked as they left. “Ok she’s gone now, and I just realized I kinda sorta revealed werewolves.” Stiles mumbled. “Way to go.” You mumbled, placing a kiss on Scott’s cheek. “I want to leave, but I’ve never seen this movie so I’ll stay.” Stiles replied.

“She literally looks good with any hairstyle.” Stiles tried. “Seriously Stiles, you’re not going to make me jealous. If anything, I’ll agree with you.” You laughed. “That’s not fair! You can’t go around saying All Time Low are the loves of your life and not expect for me to get back at you!” Stiles yelled. “Well if you’re looking at Halsey do you really expect me to get jealous that you like her? You already know I absolutely adore her.” You said, walking over to try to hug Stiles from behind. “No. Stop.” Stiles pouted, storming out of the room and making his way to the living room. “He’s still mad about your crush on that band?” Sheriff asked. You nodded, running a hand through your hair and following Stiles again. “Oh man! Halsey I just hate how you like her! You guys would be the hottest couple!” You acted out, throwing yourself down on the other couch in the living room. “Stop it.” Stiles glared. “Just like, wow. She’s so hot. I’m so jealous of her.” You stated. Stiles huffed and stalked over to the couch you were on and sat on you. You huffed and tried to push him off you. “Get off me!” You groaned. “No! Tell me you like me more than All Time Low.” He ordered. “Would you really want me to lie to you my love?” You asked. Stiles began to tickle you mercilessly. “Stop!” You screeched. “No! Tell me you love me more.” Stiles demanded. “Ok! Ok! I love you, Stiles Stilinski, more than I love All Time Low.” You breathed out. Stiles automatically stopped. “I still like Halsey more. I’m sure she wouldn’t attack me.” You huffed. “Baby. I like her more too.” Stiles chuckled. “Asshole.” You growled, punching Stiles’ arm. “Hey! Watch your language!” Sheriff yelled. “Sorry!” You replied. “I think Halsey looks best with pink hair.” Stiles said dreamily. “I’m going home now!” You exclaimed, quickly grabbing your things and running out the door. “(Y/N)! Get back here!” Stiles yelled, chasing you around the front yard. “Let me go home! I can be mad too!” You laughed. Stiles tackled you down and huffed. “Oh geez!” You groaned. “I love you so so so so so so so so so so so much more than any other celebrity ever!” Stiles exclaimed , peppering your face with kisses. “Ok, I forgive you. I love you too.” You laughed.

“I just really think she’s a great actress. Honestly, is there nothing she can’t do?” Liam sighed dreamily. “Yeah.” You nodded, not really paying attention to the screen. “Ok let’s just see what else she’s been on, then we can binge watch all of them!” Liam cheered. “Uh huh.” You muttered. “What are you doing?” Liam asked. “Texting Mason. Making plans.” You stated, not looking up from your phone. “Making plans for what?” He asked, still not looking away from the TV. “I don’t want to watch Jessica Alba for another 5 hours, so Mason and I are planning dinner.” You answered. “Is this in the group chat? I have my phone on silent.” He mumbled, reaching for his phone. “No, it’s not.” You answered. “What’s wrong? Oh wait, you’re jealous. I can smell it on you.” He chuckled. “Would you look at that? 30 minutes till Mason’s and I’s dinner, gotta go. Bye.” You rushed out, heading towards the door. “You don’t have to be jealous.” Liam smiled. “I don’t want to be! But when I came over to hang out and watch movies, I didn’t think it would be you drooling over Jessica Alba for 3 hours.” You whined. “She’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong. I mean she looks good as a blonde, a brunette, in black and white, regular. She looks good for her age, don’t you think. I think she’s aging very well.” Liam rambled. You rolled your eyes and opened the front door, beginning the short walk to your house. “Wait! I got carried away! I’m sorry!” He yelled, running after you. “You owe me. Next time you don’t get to complain when I binge watch endless movies or episodes with any person I choose.” You threatened. “Ok, ok. But, I kind of left a movie paused, so can I just like, walk you home really quick?” Liam asked hesitantly. You let out an annoyed growl/screech thing and stomped off. “I was kidding! Hey! Hello? (Y/N) listen to me. You are by far one of the best things that has happened to me and I know that I don’t have a 1 in 10 chance at getting Jess. She’s older, famous, a mother, and married! Plus, I already have you, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything.” He smiled, placing a loving kiss on your lips as soon as his little speech was done. “I love you, so I’ll just ignore the fact that you referred to her as Jess, but thank you for that.” You smiled. “I love you too, now you have to get home before pizza.” Liam chuckled. “Actually, would you care to join me? Mason is taking Brett and I know you don’t like him, but it’ll be awkward for me to be third wheel.” You trailed off. “Ok, you got it babe.” He laughed.

“I am dead. I am so dead. How does this little gum drop of sunshine not age? And this colorful man? Oh and Beebo! How?!” You exclaimed, scrolling through your old tumblr. “What are you going on about?” Derek groaned. “The holy emo trinity.” You waved off. “Emo trinity? What?” Derek asked confusedly. “Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At the Disco.” You said casually. “Come on. Time for bed. It’s 1 in the morning.” Derek sighed, picking you up from the couch and carrying you to bed. “Ok.” You gave in. He laid you down and made himself comfortable next to you. After waiting an appropriate amount of time for Derek to fall asleep, you slipped out of bed with you phone in one hand and your laptop in the other. “Long time no see Mr. Weekes.” You chuckled, scrolling through your dashboard on your phone. On your laptop you pulled up a collection of imagines you had saved from your years and years of being a fan. “Oh Pete! Getting advice from Brendon on how to ask me out, how cute! I’d say yes anyways.” You laughed to yourself. “Oh Frankie! A wee fetus, only one visible tattoo here.” You mumbled, going back to your phone. You didn’t even realize the sun had come up, until you heard Derek stir in bed. “Oh my gosh. I stayed up all night.” You sighed. “(Y/N)! Where are you?” Derek exclaimed, jumping out of bed and running around the loft, completely ignoring you on the couch. “Look alive sunshine.” You chuckled to yourself. You had to, it had been months since you last recited the iconic line. “There you are!” Derek exclaimed. “I was here all night.” You smiled. “No you weren’t, you were asleep like 10 minutes after I took you to bed. When did you put eyeliner on? You look kind of like a raccoon.” Derek smiled. “I wasn’t asleep! And I had to get into character, I can’t just read Mikey Way imagines and not look the part! It’s hard putting eyeliner on in the dark.” You explained. “So you’re telling me you stayed up all night?” Derek asked. “Precisely.” You nodded. “How are you feeling?” Derek inquired, walking to the kitchen to start making coffee. “I feel like after I finish these 3 imagines I’ll pass out.” You answered. “Ah, too bad you can’t. We have a pack meeting in 30 minutes.” Derek laughed. You quickly read the imagines and rushed to get ready, hoping the shower would make you look less dead and wash away the eyeliner. Needless to say, you fell asleep on Derek’s lap 20 minutes into the meeting.

“I wish I could dance, sing, or act like her.” Theo sighed. “Same!” You praised. “No she’s my celebrity crush! You can’t like her too.” Theo scoffed. “I can like her if I want! Maybe, not in the same way you do but I can like her!” You yelled. “Not if I call her first!” He yelled. “You big baby! What are you? 5?” You questioned. “I can’t be 5! I have to be old enough for Zendaya!” Theo laughed. You quickly pulled out your phone and jokingly tweeted about the whole situation. Minutes later a certain person favorited the tweet and gave you a follow. “I win! I beat you!” You cheered. “What are you yelling about?” Theo asked. “Guess who favorited my tweet and followed me?” You replied. “Don’t you lie.” Theo said squinting his eyes. “Nope! I have proof! Look she DM'ed me! You lose!” You yelled in excitement. You quickly read the message, “That sounds so cute! Be sure to keep me posted, hope you win.” “She didn’t say that last part.” Theo sighed. “Read it for yourself, my dear.” You chuckled, tossing your phone to him. “That’s not fair! I called her!” Theo yelled. “H-honey, would you please stop yelling?” Theo’s mom asked. “We’re just having a little fun. Why don’t you go relax with dad- in your room.” Theo stated. “Yes, honey.” His mom smiled timidly. “You’re mom is such a sweetheart.” You mumbled. “Don’t change the subject!” Theo exclaimed. “It’s not my fault Zendaya likes me more!” You laughed. Theo quickly picked you up and slammed you down on the couch. “She’ll like me more as soon as she sees my face.” Theo breathed out. “Actually she just recently favorited a selfie of us and said ‘fire emoji, fire emoji, heart eye emoji, kiss emoji, and wow, you are fire! Woman crush!’ She’s so sweet to her fans.” You laughed. “Not fair! I’ve followed her longer.” Theo whined. “Actually, I followed her a long time ago, when she was still on Shake it Up! My sibling wanted me to follow her, so I did.” You exclaimed. “No need to rub it in.” Theo mumbled. “Don’t worry I like you more.” You smiled. “Well, I love you more!” Theo smiled. “Oh gosh. That was a disgusting moment. Get off me!” You gagged. “Just love me!” Theo screamed. “Leave me alone!” You replied. “I love you.” Theo mumbled, giving you puppy eyes. “I love you too.” You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “My little, tiny baby.” Theo laughed, picking you up and cradling you. “I don’t like it when you call me a tiny baby.” You pouted. “Then get taller baby.” Theo chuckled. “Another argument.” You sighed.

A/N: Sorry it took forever! But I’d like to thank you all that followed me! Over 200 followers before I even have 10 preferences up! That’s just mind blowing! If you have any requests, send them in! Thank you so much!

Black and Blue Eyes

Originally posted by sebastianstanes

Black and Blue Eyes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Prompt: bucky x reader where they absolutely hate eachother & argue but then bucky finds the reader really upset over something distressing & comforts her? they get closer after this, hang out more & bucky admits his love eventually! lots of fluff & angst!:)
Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping

I got a lot of inspo from jokes about how passive-aggressive Sam is to Bucky, just fwi 😂

    The tail of your robe dragged on the floor as you trudged your way to the kitchen. The morning light poured through the kitchen, illuminating everything in your path. You yawned, before spotting Bucky at the counter pouring coffee for himself. 

    “Is there any more coffee?” You asked in-between your yawns, shuffling towards Bucky.

    “Nope,” said Bucky as you watched him pour the last bit of the coffee into his cup. Your face fell as you glared at Bucky, who smugly placed the empty coffee pot back into the coffee maker.  

    There was a tense silence between the two of you, as you and Bucky stared at each other. Then, Bucky raised his mug and drank the coffee. The urge to punch him in the arm became so great, that it took great effort to cover it up with a tense smile on your face. 

    “Watch your back Barnes,” you said, before walking out of the kitchen. You could hear Bucky’s chuckles behind you.

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Sick in the Summer

You had the flu in fucking summer. How does that even work?! You had been sitting on your couch in the basement all day, covered in your favorite blanket, watching netflix, and refusing to do absolutely anything else. You had just begun the second season of Bones, when you got a call on your phone.
You answered it, but you coughed, which made you hate yourself. “Hello?”
“Hey [Y/N], it’s [Y/C/N].”
[Y/C/N]?! Why the hell was he calling you, you were very okay with this, but where did he get your number?!
“Hey.” You said containing your excitement.
“You weren’t at the sectional today, is everything alright?” He asked, ever so sweetly.
“Just came down with the flu, if you can call that alright.” You said.
“Oh my gosh, the flu?! How does that happen in summer?!”
You stifled a laugh at his reaction, “I don’t know [Y/C/N], but don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
“If you say so.” He said, “Sorry, but I have to go somewhere, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Alright, bye [Y/C/N].”
“Bye.” Then he hung up.
You sighed. How you loved him, so so much. He was great, fantastic and amazing in every way!
You turned your attention back to the TV screen and continued watching Bones. It was one of your favorite shows.
Pretty soon you thought you heard the doorbell ring, but you weren’t sure. Then you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You turned your head, and saw [Y/C/N].
“[Y/C/N]?” You asked.
“Hey.” He said. He was holding a brown grocery bag. Then he pulled out a few things. A thermos, a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Caramel Sutra, a deck of cards, and two movies, The Notebook, and 21 Jump Street.
“[Y/C/N], what is this?” You asked, confused for the moment.
“I’m going to spend the day with you.” He said. “I brought some homemade chicken noodle soup, some ice cream, and entertainment. What do you think?”
“I think, that this really sweet, but not necessary.” You said.
“It is completely necessary!” He argued. “You need to feel better!”
“[Y/C/N], I don’t think this is gonna do it!” You said.
“Well we’re gonna try anyway!” He sat down next to you on the couch, and handed you the soup.
You ate the soup that his mom made, it was delicious, while you finished the episode of Bones. Then he popped The Notebook in the DVD player. He sat back and you watched the movie. You were cold, and he noticed, and put his arm around you after getting you another blanket. You snuggled right up to him, and it was barely enough to keep you warm.
The movie was ending, and you were crying. [Y/C/N]was trying to comfort you, but you always cried at this movie. It was inevitable.
“[Y/N] ?” [Y/C/N] said.
“Yeah?” You asked looking at him.
He started to lean down. He looked from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. His lips were hovering just millimeters from yours, he was about to close his eyes and kiss you, but then you said, “No, [Y/C/N], you’ll get sick.”
“I don’t care…” He kissed you, it was so soft and gentle and sweet. He moved his lips against yours slowly, and lovingly, and you had never felt something like it before. You began to kiss back, and it gradually increased with passion and intensity. He was beginning to kiss you harder and faster, and he moved his hands to hold your waist and neck, pulling you closer.
It began to slowly die down, and when you broke apart, you looked in his eyes and said, “You’re crazy for doing that.”
“All is worth it for the girl I love.” He said.
“You love me?” You asked.
“Absolutely, I thought it was obvious.”
“I love you too.” Was all you had to say before his lips were on yours again.

His First Kiss

Request: “can you maybe write an imagine about your crush being really shy and you giving them their first kiss and stuff please uwu”

(y/f) = your friend (y/c) = your crush (y/n) = your name

One of your friends decides that you absolutely must join them to watch The Fault In Our Stars, though you were mostly uninterested. Since they’re the kind of person that doesn’t like taking no for an answer you had to say yes, and you’re now in the car on your way to the movie theatre wondering why you caved in. As you walk into the entrance of the theatre you see (y/c) with one of his friends, who is apparently senstitive enough to have dragged him there too. You exchange glances, and a faint smile sneaks its way onto both of your faces. His hand lifts and greets you with a small, shy wave, signaling for you to come over. You touch (y/f)’s shoulder and point to (y/c) and his friend. She looks at you slyly and follows you toward them.

“Hey!” you say, with a huge smile on your face. He smiles back and whispers, “Are you seeing this by choice or am I the only one who was forced into this?”

“Oh my gosh, I was too!” you whisper back, laughing.

“Maybe…maybe we should just skip and hang out around the theater…if you want, we don’t have to, it’s up to you, don’t worry if-”

“Settle down there (y/c)” you say jokingly, “I’d love to. (y/f), you guys go ahead, we’re not really feeling it.”

“Really?” she says, somewhat annoyed, “fine, I’ll see you later (y/n)! Have fun you crazy kids.” She says, winking at you. You and (y/c) exchange glances, smiling shyly. The two of you head over to one of the tables in front of a fast food place in the theater, and have deep conversations about your pasts and regrets and whatnot, and eventually learn that (y/c) hasn’t had his first kiss yet.

“I feel lame because of it,” he says, laughing, “like I’m the only guy my age who hasn’t managed to kiss someone yet.”

“It doesn’t make you lame at all!” you protest, “it’s actually really cute!” He smiles and breaks eye contact, letting out a small laugh as he looks down shyly.

“Sure it does,” he says, still feeling a bit ashamed of it.

“Well..” you begin to say,“..if you really feel that awful about it…” he raises his head and looks into your eyes quizically, curious about what you’ll say next. “Can I kiss you?” you ask. It leaves your mouth before you’re even aware you were going to say it, and both of you seem to be caught off guard by it. He blushes and smiles at you;

“I’d love it.” He says. You sit closer to the edge of your chair, shifting the weight of your body on the table. He leans further toward you, smirking adorably. You lift your hand to his chin, and tilt it a bit upward, directing his lips to yours. As your lips lock together he brings his hand to the side of your head, and thankfully he seems to have a natural talent for kissing. You can only hope that he’s thinking the same thing. He leans back a bit, just so your noses are touching.

“Wow,” he says, smiling.

“Was that too forward of me? Was it weird? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to m-”

“No, not at all.” He interrupts, “I’m…I’m really glad I can say that you were my first kiss. Proud, even.” The two of you smile at each other, and, not caring about who’s watching you, resume your adorable kissing.

~Kayla c: