i seriously dunno y i thought this would be a good idea

How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
Gif’s not mine!

Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”

“No-“

“Angels?”

“No-“

“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 5: A Drive

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4 - Part 6 

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3392

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one. Lots of ups and downs, lots of sass. Also lots of jumping around in the timeline, so seriously, feedback welcome, let me know if I need to add some section headers to clarify…

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Steve paces the few steps he can take in the cramped hotel bathroom, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for Natasha to pick up. He’s peeked around the door twice to make sure the others are still asleep and turned on the shower for good measure before she finally answers.

“We have a problem,” he confesses before she can finish her groggy greeting. Steve had a habit of waking up at an ungodly hour.

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perfect timing [michael m. x reader]

do i have any regrets? probably.

was this all based off of ‘haha michael would have 4:20 by some fucking chance’ after reading a prompt for a soulmate au

yes.

i s2g i’ll probably write a part two for this eventually but i felt a need to post it

its short so :/// sorry

warnings: general language


        Out of any time Michael could have printed across his wrist, by some stroke of luck it ended up being 4:20. Sure, when the inky numbers appeared on his wrist at age seven, he thought nothing of them. They were a time, and his parents were glad to tell him about how he’d meet his soulmate at that time. He shrugged it off - 4:20 pm, nothing of it. Eventually came the unavoidable jokes, but he just went along and laughed with them as he kept glancing at the black letters. Sometimes he’d stare at them sometimes, or sometimes he’d catch a glimpse of the white letters along his parent’s wrists and remembered tracing his fingers over them when he was too young to fully understand. It was stupid to think about sometimes, but Jeremy had caught him staring at the numbers and nudged him out of his thoughts. 4:20. What kind of a joke was it that Michael Mell of all people would meet his soulmate at 4:20 of all times?

        In cherry red numbers, the clock shone with 3;46 A.M. blaring across it. Michael blinked in the sight, and glanced to the sleeping Jeremy curled up in the chair nearby, pale green blanket drawn over him. One arm stuck out, and in the pale glow of the tv screen, Michael could faintly make out the 7:28 among his wrist. Why couldn’t he have a time like Jeremy’s? Not a fucking meme that people laughed at when they saw it - a normal time. God, he felt sorry for his fucking soulmate - they were stuck with 4:20 on their wrist as well. He glanced back to the clock - 3:50 A.M. - and he knew he would have a better chance getting up and doing something than internally griping about numbers.

        He snagged the crumpled red hoodie from the floor, the chill of the basement sending shivers down his spine, and slipped it on. Michael glanced back at Jeremy, the wiry teenager still asleep, before he made his way over to the cheap mini fridge against the wall. He knelt down, pulling the door open as he searched - Pepsi Blue, Crystal Pepsi, Mountain Dew Red, and other 90s drinks. He pushed a can of Lifesavers soda out of the way, mentally grimacing at the overly sweet soda - that was Jeremy’s shit - before frowning. Nothing seemed appealing. He glanced back at the clock - 3:57 A.M. - before deciding that fuck it, the nearest 7-Eleven wasn’t too far. He could jog there, get a slushie or something, and be back and Jeremy probably would still be asleep.

        Michael left his house at 4:02 A.M. Eight minutes later, he was down the street, and barely regretting his decision.

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Business and Pleasure (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary ~ Faking a relationship, turned into something you hadn’t expected

Words ~ 1020

Request ~ No

I sat on my couch waiting for my roommate/best friend to get home from work.  I heard the door open and I looked over to see Spencer. He slammed the door dropping his coat and bag on the floor before walking straight into his room and shutting the door hard. I was shocked I looked between his door and the front door, trying to figure out what just happened. I got off the couch walking over to his coat I hung it up and walked over to his door.
“Spence” I said opening the door I saw his laying face first on his bed. I sat down on the bed rubbing his back asking him what was wrong.
“Work” He said rolling over.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The guys don’t take me seriously. They think I am just a brain, Morgan doesn’t talk to me about normal guy things, and when I try and join in with the conversation they just laugh and say ‘You wouldn’t understand kid’ The girls treat me like an innocent teen that knows nothing. I am just sick of it, I know just as much about girls as the other guys do” He rubbed his hands over his face annoyed.
“Aw sweetie, did you say anything to them?”
“That would make me look like a dork” He sighed, I pulled him into a hug rocking him side to side.  We pulled away and I gave him a sympathy smile. He looked at me shocked and then looked me up and down.
“Wait you are a girl” He said.
“Are you only realizing this now?” I laughed.
“Help me” He groaned.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Okay this is going to sound crazy but what if you came to work tomorrow and 'surprised’ me and pretended to be my girlfriend, then the guys would see that I know about girls” he said hopefully.
“I dunno Spence that sounds kind of risky, what if they realise I am just a friend?”
“But they won’t, you will show up with lunch for both of us, I will hug you kiss you on the cheek, we will talk like normal because we practically talk like a married couple already. Then you will say goodbye” I looked at the hope in his eyes.
“What do you want for lunch?” I smiled
The next day I got up and spent extra long making sure I looked good. I wanted to really impress Spencer’s friends. I was kind of excited about pretending to be Spencer’s girlfriend. I like the idea of him calling me his. I put on my outfit checking myself in the mirror. I went to the office asking at reception what floor Spencer Reid was on. I got a lot of looks as I walked down the halls looking for the right place. I saw him standing beside a tall guy and a skinny blonde girl.
“Babe” I said walking up to him. He turned around smiling and brought me in for a hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming today” He smiled.
“Surprise. I brought lunch” I said holding up a bag.
“Thanks hun” He said intertwining our fingers. “You look gorgeous as always”
“Well I have to compete with you”
“There is no competition, do you want to eat at my desk?” He asked.
“Sounds fun” I smiled.
“Hold on Reid, are you not going to introduce us?” The guy asked.
“Hey, I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you I’m Morgan this is JJ”
“Lovely to meet you”
“So how come Reid has never told us about you?”
“We don’t like to mix business and pleasure” I said winking at Spencer.
“Oh my God” He laughed.
“And there is a lot of pleasure?” Morgan said sarcastically.
“Well lets just say that the case isn’t the only thing that keeps him up at night” I laughed.
“Okay that is enough, lets go eat” Spence said pushing me away chuckling.
“Nice talking to you” I said over my shoulder. We sat down at his desk and laughed slightly.
“Wow you are really good at this” Spencer said.
“Yeah, well you weren’t so bad yourself. We ate our lunch and chatted like we normally do, then we said goodbye.
“I’ll see you tonight babe” I said wrapping my arm around him.
“Yes you will” He said before pulling out of the hug. He looked behind me briefly and then back at me. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his hand was on my cheek. I loved the kiss, I had imagined it before but it was nothing like this. I savoured the feeling and the taste until be pulled away.
“Bye babe” He said smiling. I smiled back turning around and walking out. I walked home in a daze of happiness, confusion and sadness. Why did he kiss me? Was it just the act? Does he like me?
I sat at home once again waiting for him to get home, I wanted to play it casual and act like nothing had happened but I knew that I would burst if I didn’t ask him. He walked in the door hanging up his coat and looking over at me.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hi” He kicked off his shoes and sitting down beside me. He took the remote searching through the channels and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
“You are staring” He said his eyes never leaving the TV.
“Why did you kiss me?” I blurted out.
“I thought it would help with the act” He said looking at me.
“Oh so it was just for the act?” I questioned. There was a long silence as he stared at me, I could see the debating in his eyes before he broke the silence.
“No” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. “I like you” He said between kisses.
“I like you too” I smiled into the kiss. He broke the kiss abruptly.
“Really?” He said shocked.
“Of coarse, even when you had weird long hair” I laughed.
“Shut up” He groaned leaning back down.

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Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had (Bucky x Reader)- Part 2

Summary: Reader tells Nat, Wanda and Sam of her situation, and confides in them the unexpected reason behind her denial that it will lead to happily ever after.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers (mentioned)

Warnings: Feels, slight angst

Word Count: 2152

A/N: So sorry it’s been a while, but here’s part 2! I don’t know for sure when part 3 will be up, but it’ll be soon! Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

Masterlist

Part 1 (Previous) / Part 3


Originally posted by caps-bucky

*gif is not mine; credit to rightful owner*


The next day, Bucky had gone on a small trial mission with Steve. He hadn’t been out with the team in the field since his return from Wakanda; while T’Challa’s scientists were successful in thoroughly erasing HYDRA’s trigger words from Bucky’s mind, he still suffered from haunting nightmares and PTSD from both his time in the war and as the Winter Soldier. However, he had been getting better, with the help of yourself, Steve and the rest of the team, and after months of training and recovery, he finally felt ready to join the Avengers on missions. Now, mind you, this wasn’t a real mission; it was just a trial scenario- a simulation set up by Tony and Maria, with former SHIELD field agents Hill had recruited acting as the enemies. You hadn’t a shade of doubt in Bucky though; he was really doing so much better, and he was so thankful to finally be free of HYDRA’s hold. He still had a ways to go, but you knew he would never be alone again, not while you were still breathing.

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ksi imagine - ex girlfriend tag

REQUESTED:  “Hello, please do a JJ imagine where you are exes and you do a video similar to Kian Lawley’s video kissing my ex girlfriend and old feeling coming back”

“Hi everyone it’s your boy KSIOlajideBT,” I remained quiet in the gaming chair as he began his introduction, his fingers forming a salut by his temple. “How are you all? Don’t answer that, I can’t hear you, it’s a pointless question.”

I giggled slightly, receiving a grin from JJ.

“Today I am here with a, erm, slightly…different video, we shall say!” The nervous giggles continued. I’d missed that contagious cackle. “As you can see I’m not alone, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I mean I’m sure they all already know me, but hi, I’m Y/n.” With a somewhat timid wave I introduced myself before returning my hands to my lap and smiling. 

“Yep, probably. So this is Y/n, Y/n would you like to say a bit more about what we’re doing today or..?”

“JJ,” I laughed slightly. “Why are you being awkward? You good?”

“Man, I dunno it’s just…weird.” The laughs continued. His contagious giggle warmed my heart slightly, even after all this time. “Okay, so incase you are somewhat new to my channel I guess, Y/n is my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for about, six, seven months now?”

He turned towards me to monitor my approval and I nodded. “Seven months,” I confirmed.

“Well, we haven’t actually seen eachother since the break up, but since Y/n was in London and is actually trying to grow a channel herself now we thought let’s rekindle the fire and film a collab!”

“Rekindle the fire?” I questioned. Jide simply shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Nevertheless, what can be a better idea than texting the first girl you ever loved and inviting her back to your house to bring up all the painful memories you’ve been suppressing for seven months in front of a few million people on YouTube right? So let’s go on!” 

My eyes widened slightly at the extent of his honesty - although I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Jide after all. 

“JJ, are you sure you wanna do this? I’m feeling you might be a little bit hesitant about this whole thing,” I rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna ask you again - you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He confirmed, reassuring me in all seriousness before continuing the video.

For around half an hour JJ and I proceeded to answer generic questions, revisit memories, and discuss where our lives had taken us now. We decided to check twitter for some more insightful questions from people that knew most of our history - a lot of our relationship had been very public. Even the breakup. It didn’t necessarily end on a bad note, but we didn’t continue contact after, which I was beginning to feel slightly sad about. This time had made me realised how much I had missed Jide as an asset in my life - even if not in the way he was seven months ago.

“Okay so, twitter questions,” He scanned his phone.

“Jide, I swear to God if any of these are sexual-”

“I’m not promising anything.”

“Jide.” I narrowed my eyes, my tone very demanding. He held his hand up in defence.

“Alright alright! Innocent questions only!”

Yeah, right. KSI fans wouldn’t know innocent if it smacked them around the face, I thought. 

“Okay - where is your relationship currently at?” Jide’s voice became serious, professional even. I lifted a leg to my chest as I contemplated.

“Well, as of now, we don’t have much of a relationship,” He watched me intently. There was genuine interest on his face. “But I don’t see why we couldn’t build one? I’ve been planning to move to London, as you may know, and so I think we could definitely spend more time together.”

He nodded along with my words before turning to the camera. “So basically to answer your question she still wants my dick.”

“Jide!” I scolded, hitting his arm although I couldn’t not laugh as he apologised.

“No. What I’m saying is, friends is definitely foreseeable.”

“She’s using big words again I’m just gonna…yeah, move on. Okay, this one’s cool - do you still find each other attractive?”

“You know what Jide, I’m gonna let you take this one away.” I rested my hand on my chin. “Go on.”

His smile brightened to which my heart warmed slightly. As he cleared his throat I raised my eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Interest fulfilled my mind.

“Well,” he proceeded. “I mean of course.You’re pretty fit.” Shrugging, he moved his focus back to his phone.

“Is that it? Pretty fit?”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

“Nope, not good enough, try again.”

“For Gods sake,” he laughed, and I folded my arms. “Nah but in all seriousness guys, of course I still find Y/n attractive. We were together a long time, that wouldn’t change in such a short time, or probably ever.”

“Awww Jide!” I cooed. That was really sweet of him. I really have missed this boy, I thought to myself, and I genuinely hoped our interactions would continue after this video. 

“Plus I’ve seen her naked, so,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the camera. 

“Right, sick.”

“I’m joking!” 

Raising my middle finger at him I encouraged Jide to continue with the questions.

“Okay, we’ll do one more, then we’re gonna go get nandos cause I’m starving.”

“Jide, you know I don’t like nandos right-”

“Y/n, I do, and that’s all that matters.”

I once again looked back at the camera as Jide exploded into laughter at his own jokes. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows.

“To anyone wondering why we broke up - this is why!”

“No it’s fucking not don’t lie,” He choked between laughs and I looked down to mask my own giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna scroll and whatever question my finger lands on we have to answer okay?”

“Unless it’s sexual,” I interrupted.

“Even if it’s sexual,” he corrected.

“Andddddd stop! Here we- oh. Shit.”

“What? Jide I fucking swear-”

“No, no, it’s not sexual.” He picked his professional attitude back up, a smirk still present on his face although he appeared slightly nervous. “Can you two kiss for the camera?”

“Oh dear God.” I groaned. “Fuck it.”

Pressing both my hands to his face I leaned into Jide, kissing him swiftly. Although at first he appeared taken aback, he soon warmed into the kiss, placing a hand on my waist just as he used to when we were together. I felt all the love wash back over me in a terrifying way. Do I still love him? Was this a bad idea? Was he thinking the same?

When I pulled back, Jide looked almost disappointed. I edged my eyes over to the camera and watched as realisation hit.

“Oh that! I forgot we were filming,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I can always edit out anything you don’t feel comfortable with keeping in. It’s no big deal.”

I smiled at his gentleman nature.

“In fact,” he continued. “I might just end the video on us leaning in, just to see the comments go crazy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his contagious, juvenile excitement.

“Can we get food now, for real?” He pleaded with me and I smiled.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

“nuthin’ to be ashamed of, only natural” Cassidy (Preacher) + Reader Insert

Originally posted by sihamdalila

Ok, so this is a topic I haven’t seen anyone yet, who dared to write about it. Therefore, I challenged myself. I hope you bear with me and don’t flee in disgust. (I’m actually very nervous to post it and if you want me to delete you from the tags, I will - sorry for the bother) 

edited by the lovely @amandajuly81 

(and thank you for letting me take back the request)

Tagging: @penguinsweetest, @gothams-darkest-desires (hopefully you will return), @aya-fay @queencobblefreezestuff, @muchsolo, @1fan-fics1, @tiggercat12, @imaginesimightfinish, @whocaster , @crazyfanpleasehelp, @fasashima, @yumapuma <3

Warnings/TWs.: smutty mature content, period sex, bloodhound, biting, blood

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A Chance Encounter: Chapter Two - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @susybird

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Description: Fluff, a little swearing. Dylan and Reader meet again and are surprised to find out they have something in common.

Word Count: 3006

Author’s Note: Any feedback is welcome. Let me know if you want to be tagged! Thanks for all the love

Chapter One - Chapter Three


Chapter Two

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen. A single line ran across the otherwise empty page. It simply read: this story is trash, you’re trash, the world is trash. I sighed and deleted it. My agent would be calling the next day to find out how the progress of my next book was going. So far it wasn’t going well.

Suddenly my phone lit up, my Doctor Who ringtone filling the room. I pulled it toward me, welcoming the distraction and the chance to continue procrastinating.

A hilariously goofy, but still smoulderingly sexy, selfie of Dylan filled the screen. I smiled, giving a little laugh. I hadn’t even noticed him taking it. I swiped across the screen, bringing the device up to my ear.

“Hello, Y/O/N? It’s Dylan, ah, Dylan O'Brien. The complete spaz whose life you saved yesterday.”

I laughed. “Hey Dylan. I’m glad you called.” In fact I was doing a ridiculous happy dance in the middle of my living room. Omg. Omg.

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The King’s Princess

Female POV || Narry Version

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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anonymous asked:

WHOA BLACK CLOVER HAS AN ANIME NOW I GOTTA GO WATCH IT

Well, only the first episode for now but yeah!!! I can’t wait for my favs to show up aaahhhhhh!!!!!! 

Anon said: Omg, Kirishima, please teach me how to put on eyeliner, your eyeliner game is on point! (Seriously, tho, I love how you draw their eyes and how you draw Kiri in general. He seems so soft. Damn, Bakugou, I’m jealous that you can cuddle him)

THANK YOU!!!! And Kiri has really really pretty lashes in the manga too, doesn’t he? Bakugou too! They have seriously pretty eyes I spend a lot of time trying to get that right when drawing haha still not as good at Horikoshi tho after all, but what can we do~

Anon said: Every time I get a notification you posted something I get extremely happy! That’s what your drawings did to me. How can one be so talented.

SOB thank you so much!! You being happy makes me happy so it’s happiness all around!!! What a good!!!

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Voiceless Pt. 5

Summary: (Reader Insert) Reader is a mutant/inhuman with a powerful voice (works a little like a banshee / a little like a siren). She’s had it a little tough since discovering her powers. She is found and taken in by Tony Stark and the remaining Avengers after the events of Civil War

Word Count:1425

Warnings: Swearing, confusion, plot twist!

A/N:A giant “Thank you” to @17sullivan who read my idea for this fic, then read this chapter and is an all around wonderful person. Thank you for the push love! And another to @writingwithadinosaur​ who continues to beta read for me even though I am SURE she has better things to do… Drea, you are the BEST!I would be lost without you!

And to the anon who told me this was one of their fave things I’ve written, I had no idea anyone really cared about it, but since you mentioned it, here is an update :)

Originally posted by cityofsourwolfrunners

More hands and eyes hadn’t turned up much more on the search, but had resulted in Thor being found. You weren’t sure if you had wanted to know how Natasha had done that, but given the information that Thor had been able to provide, you also weren’t sure you cared.

Thor had pointed to a being named Thanos, who had been poking around in universal affairs for a while. Thor said that Thanos wasn’t directly involved, but that some of his followers were; namely the teleporter. A man by the name of Mordo was the one responsible for Tony’s abduction. Thor didn’t know too much about him, but he knew someone else who did. Along with Jane, and Thor’s mysterious friend, the team was now tracking Mordo’s whereabouts, and potentially, Tony’s.

You hadn’t been able to help much. There was nothing an enhanced waitress could do that the Avengers couldn’t. Natasha had taken over your training, and you were grateful. Although Tony and Rhodey had been training you, Natasha’s fighting style was more adapted to your size, and muscle tone. Plus, Tony and Rhodey relied on weaponry, Natasha relied on her own body; she was more physical than either of the boys had been. You frequently left the gym sore, and bruised, but you were becoming more confident. Clint had taken to showing you how to shoot and even let you try your hand at archery. You weren’t wonderful at it, but he said you weren’t hopeless, so you figured that was a start. Still, you weren’t a lot of help to anyone. So when you weren’t training, you’d taken to holing yourself up in either your room or the booth.

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sparkly-eyed-dork  asked:

if you're still doing the misc sentence starters thing: "you have no idea how much you mean to me" (marco to star) I loooooove ur writing! <3

Thank you! I hope you enjoy this!


“Star!” he called, hearing nothing but the soles of his boots slapping against the marble floor as he ran through the halls looking for an exit she might have slipped out of. What was he thinking? Bringing Jackie to Star’s fifteenth birthday ball, especially when things had been so weird between all three of them since Star’s confession. Way to go, Diaz.

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Little Things

Word Count: 4876

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Pure fluff. Little bit of angst. But pure fluff. 

A/N: I don’t really know how this happened. It’s pretty bad but @nichelle-my-belle @impala-dreamer and @bringmesomepie56 told me to keep going with it so I did. I apologize in advance for this mess. 

Written for @redlipstickandplaid ‘s birthday challenge. My prompt was hangover. 



“De?” You padded your way into Dean’s room, blanket clutched tightly in one hand, your eyes filled with tears and your thumb in your mouth. “De.” You shook him and he groaned, blinking awake, seeing you standing there.

“Y/N? What is it?” He mumbled sleepily, taking in your state.

“I…I…” You kept stuttering, unable to get the words out through your fear for a minute. Dean just stared at you, trying to wake up and take it all in. “I had a bad dream. Can I sleep here?” It wasn’t uncommon for your nightmares to bring you to Dean’s room, but you generally just threw yourself into bed with him and cuddled up. Something was off about you. Your mannerisms were weird. Your voice was higher pitched. He just couldn’t place exactly what was going on.

“Yeah, of course. Get in.” He pulled back the blankets and scooted over for you and you crawled into bed, much like a child would have, snuggling up against him and putting your head on his chest. That’s when it hit him. The witch. She’d muttered some bullshit at you earlier that day and nothing happened. You’d insisted you were fine but you’d been acting weird ever since.

“Y/N…sweetheart? How old are you?” Dean questioned.

“Four.” You sniffled.

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S-I-N, I S-I-N

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @speedywheelz. “imagine where Gerard walks in on you reading naughty fanfics about him haha”.

You got a notification on your phone that your favorite MCR fanfic author had just posted a new oneshot. You weren’t sure why you still followed them, to be honest. You’d tried to distance yourself from the Tumblr fandom after you started dating Gerard for real.

Part of that was because of the flurry of anons you’d started getting in your inbox when the tabloids got wind of your relationship. Some of the questions were just invasive (what’s Gerard really like in bed? ;) ) while others were outright hostile (Wtf makes you think you deserve to date him?!). The worst part was the fanfic authors who wrote stories where Gerard broke up with you, or even ones where you died, so that their OC and Gerard could be together. On the other hand, some writers had started calling you and Gerard their “OTP”. That was even weirder.

But, this writer was just so good that you couldn’t bring yourself to unfollow her. She hadn’t posted anything in a while, so you hadn’t really thought about her for some time. You found yourself clicking onto the fic anyway. Pairing: Gerard x Reader, the description warned. Genre: Smut.

You blushed, remembering all the lonely nights when you’d still been single and had gotten yourself off on the fantasies this author spun. Gerard wasn’t home at the moment, and you were feeling a little lonely. For old time’s sake, you thought, and, hesitantly, began to read.

You found yourself getting really into it, your temperature climbing as you read the filthy, kinky sexual situation the author was describing.

Your fingers twisted into Gerard’s hair as he thrust into you more deeply and moaned, “Oh, Y/N, yes……..Y/N……..”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” said a voice behind you, and you jumped.

“Gerard?!” you gasped, turning around to see your boyfriend standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Y….You’re home early…..”

“Yeah, I finished up my work a little faster than I thought I was going to,” Gerard explained, still looking at you curiously. “What are you reading over there?”

“Nothing!” you said quickly, turning red and clutching your phone to your chest.

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The King’s Princess

Narry Version || Female POV

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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ramen o’clock 🍜

Originally posted by hoshhoshi

synopsis: college!au // when you get more than you bargained for on a late night ramen trip with a cute eye smiley cashier that may or may not have been the cause of your death.

word count: 1k

genre: the most unrealistic fluffy crack ever???? 

pairing: reader x hoshi/soonyoung

warnings: joking about death/head trauma/a clumsy af reader

a/n: thank you so much to everyone who supported my last fic!! that meant a lot to me and i’ll try my best to write good quality scenarios consistently but the struggle is so real,, amirite?  I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. and p.s. i honestly dunno where i was going with this scenario pfft bye

getting ramen at this hour was only one of the many unhealthy decisions you’ll ever make, but was that really gonna stop you from doing it? not really.

this was how you ended up throwing on a sweatshirt and gym shorts at, oh, 1:57am, and decided to go grab a bite at the nearest 24-hour convenience store. trudging towards the bright neon lights, you tiredly rubbed your eyes and fixed your hair. surely there wouldn’t be a soul around here at this hour of the night though, right?

sleepily entering the sliding doors, you yawned and headed straight towards the ramen section. it was supposed to be an easy trip. it was supposed to be just a few moments before you could bask in the wonderful taste of ramen, but life just had to play games with you, didn’t it?

where is the freaking spicy ramen section i swe-

FWACK.

wincing in pain, your eyes squeezed shut as you cried in agony. you probably should’ve listened to your mother when she scolded you for not sitting straight properly, or landing on your back would’ve hurt a lot less than it just did. “ah shit, did i seriously have to be this clumsy?” you mentally scolded yourself, “damn these stupid slides and my lack of awareness.” you just had to slip on a puddle and land like an idiot on your back on today of all days.

this was my favorite sweatshirt too, you thought, rolling your eyes. rolling your sleeves up, you carefully tried to get up and out of the puddle you had slipped on without further hurting yourself. groaning, you rubbed your head in exasperation before looking around.

“uh, excuse me-”

before the voice could say anything else, you could feel your shoes ending up splattered on the cold linoleum floor once again. tears sprang to your eyes as you felt your head hit the hard ground and a string of curses tumbled out your mouth.

this is it. this is how i die. i’m going to die from head trauma in the middle of the night trying to get ramen that will shorten my lifespan with every bite.

your eyes opened and you could assume that double vision was indeed not supposed to be happening, but wait, was that the character from adventure time staring at you?

letting out a small whimper of pain, you rubbed your head as the guy cursed and apologized.

“oh my god, oh shit, this is terrible, are you okay?”

you let out another squeak that was supposed to be a groan, and your head was reeling back in pained consternation. you felt something soft grasp your hand before you ー wait was that a hand?

you felt your body being pulled up and instinctively your hands flew up to hold your head as you felt everything spin and your two legs lose balance as gravity pulled you down, and you braced yourself for the impact once again before arms grabbed your shoulders to avoid your demise. you stood shakily holding onto a shelf for a couple moments to regain consciousness, internally mumbling that if anything happened, you would tell that damned professor lee that whoever caused this was at fault and you’d demand a needed year vacation off of school. eyes fluttering open, you registered your situation but was only met with curious yet worried eyes peering two centimeters away from your face.

immediately yelping, the blond haired boy leaned back in surprise as you let out what could only be described as a pterodactyl screech, and spluttered, “what the fuck, who are you?”

he chuckled and as much as your nonexistent heart tingled slightly at the sound, you narrowed your eyes and glared at him.

“i’m the graveyard shift cashier who just saved your life,” he grinned cheekily and you felt your body stiffen and eyebrow twitch at his adorable-as-heck eye smile.

“oh, and my friends call me soonyoung, but you can call me soon,” he added slyly and winked.

then everything went silent.

after what seemed to be a never ending silence, you then let out a huge laugh, filling up the empty store with only laughter and snorts. catching your breath, you held your stomach with your arms. “wait- oh my god, are you serious?” you let out another laugh, and he felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment as he awkwardly shifted his foot to the other. he sighed in defeat, knowing that this was not such a good idea compared to what he thought moments ago.

this is hilarious.

recollecting yourself, you sucked in your breath.

“i came in here for ramen and ended up almost dying thanks to you and then i get the worst pickup line ever.” you covered your mouth to try and hold in any more of your laughter, but ultimately failed. soonyoung nervously scratched the nape of his neck in embarrassment and mumbled, “well you got more than you bargained for, i guess.”

you stopped and took in his rosy, chubby cheeks, and radiant aura, and decided that maybe this was more than you had bargained for, in a good way. “i’m y/n, and i would call you soon but it’s kinda super late at night and i’m hungry for spicy ramen and also slightly dizzy so…”

he looked up and you were sure you saw a glint in his eyes when he mustered up a breath and asked, “well, since we’re both hungry and dizzy, why don’t you sit down with me and we can make some ramen and talk about how college sucks?”

you let out a snigger before deciding that maybe that idea wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was all the exhaustion and dizziness taking over. Or, maybe it was the super cute cashier that managed to almost kill and save you was in the end super cute. either way, you knew you wouldn’t regret this night. and you didn’t.

❝ i adore you enough to get dizzy ❞

I Bet You 100 Credits...

Anon asked:  You are obviously really good at being hilarious (I read the bum slap piece haha). I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of how to lose a guy in ten days, where Poe is the confident cocky guy who says to his friends he can get reader no trouble, and reader swears she can resist Poe no trouble to her friends. Poe pulls out all the stops and reader does everything wrong on purpose to chase him away and in the end they realize they really just like each other for real?

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Man, one of my favorite rom-coms, anon! Great choice for a prompt!)

Plot Summary: It all started with two simultaneous bets between our dear protagonists and their friends. Poe Dameron bets 100 credits against his pilot colleagues that he’ll be able to get Y/N, the Communications Major, to fall for him in ten days. Y/N, on the other hand, bets to her fellow officers 100 credits that she can easily resist temptation from the flirty pilot for ten days. The two are at a stalemate, but someone needs to win.

Originally posted by paradisehasitshunter

“So, Poe. I’ve noticed you’re hanging out in the Communications Bay more often.” Snap walked up to his superior officer, teasing him after a scouting flight.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Poe asked, removing his helmet, obviously on his way to said bay.

“Nothing, just thinking about Y/N, your ‘girlfriend.’” Snap drawled out as Poe shook his head.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Snap. We’re just colleagues.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“No, I don’t like her, honestly. Besides, even if I wanted to date her, I could have gotten her a long time ago, easy.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you, Commander.”

Poe stopped, turning to face the man.

“Are you questioning my abilities?” Poe grinned, an idea popping into his head.

“Well, yeah. I am. You’re saying you can get Y/N, one of the most stubborn girls in the base, to go out with you?”

“Definitely.” Poe replied, cockily.

“100 credits says I can get her to fall for me in 10 days. If I’m not dating her before time’s up, you get the credits.” Snap crossed his arms.

“Oh-ho! A bet! You’re on. You’re going down, Poe.” The two men shook hands, both intent on winning.


“Poe’s been hanging out with you a lot, lately, Major.” Connix walked up to you, smirking.

“Yeah, so? We’re just friends.”

“Are you serious? Come on, he’s been flirting with you for weeks!”

“…Well, I…” You’ve got no more defenses.

“You like him!”

“Okay, maybe, but I’m not going to act on anything!”

“Sure you aren’t.”

“Connix, you can’t possibly be questioning my ability to have self control.”

“I dunno, Y/N. He’s very persistent~!”

“Fine. 100 credits say I can resist every move he makes for 10 days straight.”

“Oh, wow, a bet! You’re gonna lose.”

“You’ll be eating those words when you give me my credits!” The two of you shook hands, as you hardened your face, determined to win some extra money.

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Family

Sorry this took so long! I have a friend in town and we are out running around most of the day. I don’t have near as much time to write!!

This is inspired by the below prompt sent in by the lovely @lowdenglynnstyles. I know I told you this would be up this morning, I lied by accident! Sorry! Hope you love it still!!

Prompt:
omg just had an idea for the next part of your imagine; could you do the boys visiting her while she is pregnant? thought it would be cute but it’s obviously up to you

Family
Summary:
The family they chose. Jack/Reader
Warnings: None at all. Pure fluff.

The doorbell rang and Angus bolted for the door, tail thumping against the wainscoting on the walls in the foyer. She sat forward and used the arm of the couch to propel her very pregnant body up. She could hear Angus’ claws the hardwood and he barked the quiet, little bark that he used when he was trying not to break the ‘no barking’ rule.

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“Rejection”; Chapter Twenty-Four

NOTES: I wanted to find a gif for this chapter, but Tumblr isn’t cooperating with me and not a single search is loading fast enough for the little amount of patience I have currently. XD

Also, please forgive me if an “Inktober” isn’t up tonight; I have had no time to do it today, and just not really feeling up to it as the one I posted last night went really unrecognized I guess that downed me a bit. *nervous chuckle*

If you’d like to see that funny lil’ thing, click here. Thanks for encouraging so much everyone to post another chapter somewhat quickly, but still remanding me to take my time. It means so much that y’all got patience!! <3

Oh yeah: For the degrees mentioned later on in the chapter. These are in FAHRENHEIT. Not CELSIUS. So, if you really need to convert, then you can; I don’t think you guys will, as y’all are human beings with common sense and can figure out if Snowdin is cold and Hotland is hot. XD

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO WOOOOOO!!!

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Alphys jumped up from her spot, whipping her head around trying to find the two. A hum sounded from outside; like distant yelling.

With a slam, the front door opened wide. It was Sans, brushing off his hands like he was done building something. “i took care of undyne. let’s just say she needs to… chill.” He gave you a wink, but frowned when he saw how you were still cowering in the fetal position by the TV. Papyrus and Alphys ran outside, shouting frantically when they saw how Undyne was caged by blue bones to prevent her from going anywhere.

While Papyrus demanded Sans to take down the trap he set up from afar, Sans walked over to you and crouched by your side. He laid a skeletal hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “i am very sorry you had to hear that. undyne is a real asshole sometimes.” You tensed at his touch, still blushing about the very idea of Sans and you in his room together, let alone doing it.

He continued to rub your back soothingly, until you eventually got up. His smile greet you like a truck hitting a pedestrian; thus, you hid your face with your hands. He flushed slightly at that, cocking his head to the side as if you both were playing peek-a-boo. You grinned to yourself, recalling how your favorite teacher in the real world did that all the time to students who had their heads down on their desks during class.

Paps stormed inside the house, yelling at his brother to release Undyne. You nod at Sans, with the reluctant skeleton retorting back across the room to his brother, “she needs to apologize to (y/n)!” You moved a hand to his kneecap, and he returned his gaze towards you. “No no no, it’s fine! Really, I’m ok! Let’s just continue Game Night, alright?” You told him honestly, and he sighed.

Snapping his fingers, you heard the blue bones crash onto the snow outside, and saw a flash of bright light- only meaning that the cage had disappeared. Undyne stomped furiously when entering the house once more; Papyrus held her back with all he could. She was fuming with anger; Sans stood up, helping you off the ground too, and guide the two of you over to her. She breathed heavily in and out of her clenched teeth, black eye patch twitching about vigorously.

Alphys stood behind her with a concerned expression, and Papyrus continued to hold his best friend back from attacking Sans. Sans kept a hand on your spine, and the other balled into a fist on his hip. “say you’re sorry for embarrassing (y/n).” He asked nicely, and you looked away. “Sans, really! I’m fine-” “hush. i want to hear her say it.” Undyne rolled her eyes, and cursed at Sans. He was unaffected, remaining emotionless.

After a minute or so of silence and a glare from the short skeleton, Undyne said her apologies and Papyrus let her go. She tried to forcefully knock Sans over as she was heading back to the living room, but he stepped out of the way at the last second, causing her to miss. He followed his brother back over to the floor, but you did not. A tug at the hem of your shirt caught your attention, making you peer down in curiosity.

It was Alphys, and she had a claw out pointing towards your phone on the ground by the TV. “I-if it’s alright, I-I put my n-number into your contacts.” You smiled, and bent down to give her a hug. “I never did thank you before! So, uh, thanks so much! I really appreciate getting those boys off my back about it.”

She returned the embrace, happy to have a new friend. “N-no problem! It was my pleasure.” You stood straight up again, and led her over to where the others were. Monsters are so much kinder than humans. Pretty off from our traditional story books in the real world, huh?

You asked if she wanted anything to drink from the kitchen; “C-can I get a can of soda, please?” She inquired softly, and you laughed. “Of course! Be right back.”

And with that, you hurried off to get her beverage. You were getting a little hungry yourself, so you swiped a small pack of chips off the counter along with Alphys’ soda. You were startled when you turned around to find Sans leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, staring at you. “Uh… do you want anything?” You gulped awkwardly; he shrugged, and kept his arms crossed.

“nah. just wondering whatcha’ were grabbing in here.” You smiled half-heartedly, holding up the bag and can in your hand. “The drink is for Alphys.” You state plainly, and he nodded. “i know. i heard.” You chuckled, but felt no humor in it. A weird silence hung in the air between you both, causing you to bite your lip instinctively. Attempting to walk towards the living room without saying anything, you were sadly stopped when your foot was next to Sans’. “wait.”

You turned to face him, still holding the food in your hands. “What is it?” You tried to ask without sounding nervous, but it was no use. He didn’t look at you, but you could feel the seriousness radiating off him. “you all good?” He questioned, and you tilt your head to side in wonder. “Yeah. Why?” He sighed, and faced you bravely.

“i dunno.” You snickered, and voiced your sarcastic thoughts aloud. “Wow, this was a really intriguing conversation.” Sans looked up at you, and smirked. “heh, i’m sure if it weren’t for that bass-hole undyne, it probably would be. she likes to use others’ embarrassment as her prawns; so shellfish, amirite? cod knows why she does that.” He grabbed the trombone behind the kitchen table, and played a comical rift right afterwards.

You laughed loudly, and caught Papyrus sneak a glare in our direction. Sans seemed a lot better; you wiped a tear away from his puns. “Holy mackerel, Sans. I don’t know when you have the time to think of these jokes. Are you trying to reel me into one of your comedic acts at the MTT resort?” You slapped a knee, and he chuckled with that deep laugh you were getting ever-so-fond of.

Papyrus booed you from the couch, which only caused you to laugh harder. “no, but i have sentry duty with paps tomorrow. i came in here to ask if you’d like to join me, since i figured you had nothing better to do.” You nod happily, and set the food down on the tile. “Which station?” His eye sockets widened, and his smile broadened. “waterfall. a little humid, but not cold at all.” You rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms.

“Gee, I wonder why?” Sans raised his hands, and told you another joke. “ya know, i tried to catch the fog in there the other day. i mist.” Snorting, you cracked up once more and punched him in the arm. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that?” He rubbed his bicep, and continued. “well, i am the raining champ of all things punny. no one can top my humerus japes.”

You picked up your things, and swiveled on your heel out of the kitchen. “Totally. They rock.” You called back, and left the short skeleton. You trot over to Alphys, and gave her the soda she requested. She thanked you graciously, and opened the fizzy drink. Papyrus tapped the spot on the couch beside him, to which you accepted happily. “So, what are we playing next?” You asked, and opened the “sour cream and onion” chips in your grasp.

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Sans watched as (Y/N) strode away from him, leaving him speechless. His cheekbones tinted blue at the magnificence of her final pun, and the fact that she was able to render him silent made him blush a little more. His soul pulsed a little faster, and he placed his hands back into his jacket’s pockets.

Making his way to the living room, Undyne glared at him. But he wasn’t looking at her; he was completely engrossed with the human talking to his brother nonchalantly on the green couch Sans often considered his favorite place to nap. He snickered, and shook his skull. The blue in his face was gone, but the racing of his pulse was not.

He wandered over to the TV, and switched the electronic on. The first thing that popped up was all the current temperatures across the Underground. Just as he was about to change it, he was halted by a female voice. “Hold up! I wanna take a look at that.” (Y/N) set her “Chisps!” between her legs, and focused intently on the television.

Her pupils grew under her glasses, and Sans wondered what was so fascinating about the weather. “It’s 102 degrees in Hotland?!” She shout, and everyone looked at her like she had five heads. “Um…yes? So what?” Undyne asked, brushing a hand through her red, wavy hair. “That’s nuts!” Sans smiled, and replied before Undyne could.

“no, it’s the weather.” Papyrus groaned, but Alphys snort goofily. (Y/N) giggled, and refocused her attention on the other areas’ temperatures as well. “Snowdin is currently 13 degrees?! And the Ruins is 56?! What is up with your system down here?” She laid back down onto the couch, exasperated; empathetically, Papyrus wrapped an arm around her broad frame.

“IT IS CALLED HOTLAND FOR A REASON. THAT GOES FOR SNOWDIN, TOO.” (Y/N) never took her eyes off the screen. “The only normal place here in the Underground is Waterfall; with it being 68 degrees. But the humidity is awful!” Alphys fixed her glasses that were slipping slowly off her snout. “Are you saying that the Surface is around 70 degrees?” Sans switched his gaze back and forth off the TV, Alphys, and the human.

“Yeah, but up there it varies as well.” Sans knew that (Y/N) was actually talking about the “real world”; he figured that if this entire universe were indeed a videogame, then the Surface programmed into it would most likely resemble the outside world of wherever she came too.

“WOWIE! SO IF WE WANTED TO, SANS AND I COULD MOVE FROM WHEREVER THIS MOUNTAIN IS TO A NICE COLD PLACE INSTEAD?” (Y/N) smiled, but it was one of bitter-sweetness. “Uh-huh. You could live in any environment you want Paps; hot or cold.” He cheered at that, and Sans laughed under his breath. He enjoyed seeing (Y/N) get along with his little bro; the sight made him wonder if her relationship with her sibling was as good as his with Papyrus.

She took out her phone, searching for something inside of it. Papyrus’s eye sockets enlarged at seeing the device, remembering something crucial. “OH! HERE, HUMAN. LET ME GIVE YOU MY PHONE NUMBER IN CASE YOU EVER NEED TO CALL OR TEXT ME.” He snatched the phone right from out her hands, and input his number. Before she could take it back, the thing was being passed around like a hot potato.

“Lemme see that, punk! I’ll give you my number too. You have to come train with me and Papyrus sometime. And maybe even join us for our cooking lesson!” Undyne furiously entered her name and digits, and tossed the phone to Sans. He caught it, and typed in his number. It was strange; he felt a little awkward dialing the number inside the contact list. Deciding to do a little prank, he entered the name of his number as “Pun-Master” and changed his brother’s to “CoolSkeleton95”.

she’s gonna have no idea who these people are- He chuckled, but froze when he scrolled too far up the page.

The name listed was “(Ex’s Name)”, and it had two new messages.

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