i should be making dinner ugh

Date ‘n Ditch

“Well. This is awkward.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“… What should we do?”

“Ain’t much we can do, unless you wanna go tell ‘em to stop.”

“As if!”

“Answered your own question then, didn’t ya Kagome?”

“But we can’t just sit here. It feels so… intrusive.”

“Keh! They’re the ones being gross in public. It’s their own fault if they get an audience.”

“I mean, I know they haven’t seen each other for awhile, but… it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces.”

“More like eat each other’s tongues.”

“Eww!”

“Tell it to those two!”

“This is the last time I ever go anywhere with Sango and Miroku.”

“Same.”

“They’re just… so…”

“Gross?”

“… publicly affectionate.”

“Yeah, gross.”

“How’d you get roped into being here, Inuyasha?”

“I’m Miroku’s ride. You?”

“Sango and I had a movie date, but, well, the plans changed when Miroku called at the last minute.”

“Figures.”

“I really wouldn’t have minded if Sango cancelled our plans. I know how weird Miroku’s work schedule has been, and it’s hard for them to have time together… but I think she felt bad about it, and kept insisting I should come along. Kinda wish I’d said no.”

“You shoulda said ’fuck no.’”

“… I won’t argue with you there.”

“This is really putting me off my food.”

“Yeah…”

“The whole restaurant is staring at us.”

“I guess it’s dinner and a show.”

“Ugh, don’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me more nauseous than I already am.”

“Sorry.”

“… goddamn, did his hand just…?”

“Yep.”

“And did she just—”

“Looks like it.”

“… fucking gross.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t been kicked out of here yet.”

“… You know what? Fuck this. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Go?”

“Let’s get out of here. Just 'cuz those two won’t get a room doesn’t mean we have to sit here and watch 'em.”

“You want us to ditch our friends?”

“Like they’d even care.”

“Well…”

“We could start a knife fight in here and they wouldn’t notice. I mean, look at them.”

“… yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

“Fucking finally. Don’t forget your coat.”

“What about the tab?”

“Let them deal with it.”

“I dunno, that doesn’t seem very—”

“We’ll pay 'em back later, let’s just go before I start puking.”

“All right. Where should we go?”

“We can hit that movie you and Sango were gonna see.”

“Works for me.”

“… we could get dinner afterwards, too. If, y'know, we’re hungry or whatever.”

“… Inuyasha, are you asking me on a date?”

“Keh! No. I’m rescuing your ass from our disgusting friends.”

“Ah. I see.”

“It ain’t a date.”

“Okay.”

“It ain’t.”

“I believe you.”

“…”

“…”

“Kagome?”

“Yeah?”

“… if it were a date—which it isn’t, okay?—but if it were, would you, er…”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’d go with you.”

“… right. Okay. That’s, um, cool.”

“Inuyasha?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

“… Fuck yes.”  



Thought I’d try my hand at my own dialogue challenge. :3

Final Fantasy 15 Trip Bonuses by Riberumu

Smartphone Games

Prompto: “Aw, I lost again! One more time! I’ll win the next one.” 
Noctis: “Oh really.”

Noctis: “You even had a bit of an advantage that time.”  
Prompto: “I hate it when you say that! Hurry up, hurry up! Rematch!” 

Noctis: “You know games are, like, my thing. Lately you’ve even been losing at cards.”
Prompto: “I was taking pictures, you sneak! Cut it out.”
Noctis: “Come on, let’s game.” 

Little box: Morning
Prompto: “There were beds, but we stayed up all night…” (Little text: “What a waste.”)
Gladio: “Let’s go.” 
Noctis: “One more night.” 
Gladio: “Come on.

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Private Collection

A Tony Stark x Reader Request Fic

Based off this anon ask! Hope it was what you were looking for, lovely!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader  |  Word Count: 2688
Warnings: Smexy (not really smutty but implied), toys (yes, those kinds of toys)


“I hate you so much right now,” you said to Tony Stark, glaring at the playboy, billionaire, genius, dickhead who’d caused your current predicament.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes while continuing to work at finding a solution to said problem. “You know this is half your fault.”

“My fault? How is this my fault!” you shrieked, pleased when he flinched.

“I said half your fault, and if you hadn’t startled me, I wouldn’t have banged the table, sending that beaker flying into the air and all over you.”

“You’re Iron Man, the Iron Man. Me walking up and saying hey Tony should not have you screaming like a girl and throwing stuff!”

“I did not throw it. I bumped the table,” he huffed.

“You threw it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not, did not!”

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swashbucklery  asked:

Honestly the parts of Legends where they are disasters who never pick up their socks and leave the dishes in the sink just charms me to no end. Like of course Ray made a chore wheel; the entire kitchen was just Sara's infinite collection of discarded sweaters and Mick's empties. They were all raised by wolves & I love them.

okay so if stein is anything like my dad, he’s constantly the one doing the dishes and the laundry because he literally cannot live like this. it’s driving him out of his mind. and like oh boy is he fucking pissy about it too but everyone is fairly content to ignore him until ray is like GUYS THIS ISNT FAIR IM MAKING A CHORE WHEEL. 

First of all- everyone but stein and amaya (who is also Very Tidy, thank you) are like WHAT THIS IS SO UNFAIR YOU CANT MAKE US RAY WHAT THE HELL and ray is like we are going to be a family and family means CHORE WHEEL. 

now i want us all to discuss that nick nicky pasta fasul zano has, in his real life, never done a dish. not once. not a single dish. you hand him a dish and a bottle of dawn and he’s gonna just hand it off to his mom, and then, because she is an italian mother, she will praise him for even remembering to hand her the dish and not just fucking leave it wherever god this is a broken system. it’s broken

anyway, i imagine nate is the same. like cooking he’s fine with, but dishes? he’s like UGH CANT I TAKE OUT THE TRASH?!?!? I HATE DISHES. UUUUUUHHHHHGGGHHGUUGHH and sara is like listen fuckmeat i did the dishes last night if you dont do the dishes tonight you’re gonna wake up without a face and nate is like UGH FINE and does them, begrudgingly, but also ALWAYS does them wrong not even on purpose he’s not that clever he’s just bad at doing dishes and so stein always has to redo them. 

eventually certain names are removed from certain parts of the chore chart- nate doesnt have to do dishes or laundry but then has to cook and deal with garbage more. mick isn’t allowed to cook because all he makes are sloppy joes. sara is banned from laundry because she put too much starch in ONE TIME, ONE TIME OKAY, and she’s also not allowed to cook because all she makes are dinosaur nuggets and captain crunch. which was FINE for the kids i BABYSAT, so maybe you should all be a LITTLE MORE GRATEFUL. 

amaya cooks like an old lady grandma and makes mostly veggie loaf. sweet vegan baby. 

everyone laments that they miss kendra’s cooking bc kendra actually decided to learn how to cook in the 50s and it was SO GOOD. they kidnap her and are like please make dinner. we’ve had nothing but dinosaur nuggets for 3 weeks. and kendra is like well uh- you want to maybe call next time??? 

ray is also mostly vegan by choice in terms of eating so amaya’s always happy when he cooks and everyone else is like UGH TOFU SCRAMBLE I HATE YOU RAY

jax, ray, stein, and amaya are the only 4 that can do any of the chores without somehow ruining it for everyone, jax yelling I HAD A SINGLE MOTHER SO UNLIKE SOME OF YOU I HAD TO LEARN HOW TO BE A HUMAN BEING and sara like WELL LA DI DA LOOK AT THIS FANCY BITCH

force ghost len shows up for hanukkah dinner, critiques the latkes, and then leaves

edit: I FORGOT RIP BECAUSE HE WASNT THERE FOR THE CHORE WHEEL BUT HE WOULDVE BEEN SO DAMN PROUD. he may have even given a fond grin for a fraction of a second, which is high praise from an english person

Quiet as a Mouse - Part 2 (Final)

Summary: Jensen meets the reader and she ends up being someone he doesn’t expect.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,398

Part 1


Jensen has not stopped smiling since he ran into you at Hemline. He even helped his sister find a birthday present without any complaints. He can’t believe how quickly his outlook has shifted since seeing you. The crazy thing is that he only saw you for a short amount of time. There’s just something about you that he can’t deny.

“What are you looking at?” Jensen questions his sister as they pile into the car to drive home.

“You’ve been a moody bitch all day and now you’re smiling like the biggest dope in the world.”

“Am not!”

“Am too! I’m looking at your face!”

“Whatever.” Jensen adds chuckling.

“You’re welcome by the way.” Mackenzie side eyes him as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“For what?”

“For sending you into Y/N’s store!”

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My North Star (pt 2)

Originally posted by cherry-jimin

A/N: again, not sure what I’m doing. Please give me feedback. Also in the future, I might write some parts from Jin’s POV :D

Genre: angst/fluff/romance

Characters: Jin x Reader, Hoseok x Reader

Summary: The one constant in your life, Jin, has been your best friend (and the love of you life) for as long as you can remember. That is, until the new girl comes into his life. 

Length: 2622 words

**italics = your thoughts

pt 1

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I’m a Fan Now- Ryan Strome

Originally posted by leondraiisaitl

(Why does he look so good and his brother looks dead??)

Omg I had so much fun with this request so anon, I really hope you like this one (and that you’re still reading XD)! Enjoy guys!

Warning: I think a few curse words

Anon Request: Ahhhh I love your blog so much!!! Could you do an imagine where the reader is a giant rangers fan but becomes friends with an ny islander (Ryan strome maybe?) during the off season and doesn’t realize what he does/ who he plays for until the season starts? I love your writing so much that I get phone alerts when you post stuff and read it immediately 😉😉

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              “Ryan” you laughed as he cannonballed into the pool, splashing you. “You jerk!”

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msdistress said:
Prompt: The pack is back from college and Scott talks Derek into fostering kittens because there is no room at the clinic. Stiles keeps showing up at Derek’s place to play with them and to bother Derek. There’s no other reason, right? (Spoiler: It’s not just because of the kittens. Also, Derek ends up adopting them.) Basically, Derek and cats, mutual pining, obliviousness. Bonus: Nobody in the pack is dead (except maybe Peter), and Scott arranged it b/c he thought pets would be good for Derek.

You know I can’t resist an animal prompt!  SUPER QUICK KITTEN FIC - Derek awkwardly woos Stiles with floofy kittens.


“You’re trying to kill me,” Stiles says, falling into Scott as soon as he opens the door. He takes hold of Scott’s arms and shakes him a little. “I’ve wronged you somehow, and now you’re trying to murder me.”

Scott blinks at him. “What?”

“This! This—” He lets go of Scott to tug his phone out of his pocket and waves it in Scott’s face. “Look at this!” He clicks the home button with his thumb to light up the screen and practically shoves it up Scott’s nose—he deserves it.

Scott smiles and says, “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh?” There are important pieces of Stiles that are dying deep down inside of him, and that’s all Scott has to say for himself?

“I thought it would be funny,” Scott says. His smile wavers. “It’s not?”

Stiles looks at the lock screen of his phone again—Derek is scowling at the camera, Henley unbuttoned. He looks sleep-mussed and unamused and there are two fuzzy balls of floof cradled in his arms. One is pawing at Derek’s mouth, the other is asleep in the curve of his elbow. Both are stripy orange and fluffy-furred with pink noses and pink beans, they are so super cute it makes Stiles’s eyes water a little.

“No, Scott,” Stiles says slowly, “it is not.” What it is is devastating, never mind the fact that Stiles immediately set the picture as his wallpaper as soon as Scott sent it to him.

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Silent World (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Um, I have a request for a one-shot on your Draco book, if it’s ok.  Maybe a deaf reader and she only speaks sign language, so Draco learns  it to be able to talk to her, or she teaches him? - KaylaBignall

Warnings: Half-assed writing (sorry), Cheesiness (I’ve spent my holiday watching crappy rom-coms)

( This story is a lot like the last about the mute reader so excuse any reoccurring ideas in this one.)

(Author’s Note: I appreciate all the requests but I ’m starting to stress a bit. I will do all the requests I have gotten up until now but I wont take any more that come after this chapter until I’m done with the one’s I’ve got. Anyway I love writing these but I’ve just got way to many to write and I can’t write all the time anyway.)

(I just realised that I’m such a mess haha)

Draco’s Pov

She is sitting at the back of the library again, a textbook open in front of her, her eyes skimming the contents of the page. Sun is pouring in from the nearby window, highlighting once again, just how pretty she actually is.

I sigh quite loudly, questioning whether I should go talk to her but instantly realising I can’t, because her world is silent and my words can’t reach her, because (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was unlucky enough to lose her hearing to a curse, a curse that was fired by a deatheater, who even after, the dark lord’s retreat into hiding, continued to force his ideas onto society.

As all this courses through my mind, I fail to remember that I’m stood in the middle of the entrance to the library.

“Do you plan to stand there all day, Malfoy?”

“Shut up, Granger,” I snap back, grudgingly shuffling out of the girls way, but before she scurries away I remember. “Wait, Granger, you know sign, right?”

“What’s it to you?” She grunts and I sigh.

“Can you teach me?"I ask, avoiding eye contact  with her.

"Why do you want to learn sign language,"She scoffs, my eyes drift to (Y/N) again, and her eyes widen into a look of shock. ”No way! Not happening, Malfoy! (Y/N) is a dear friend, I’m not setting her up with the likes of… you. You’ll just hurt her, no way!“

"I won’t hurt her!,"I hiss loudly , making people turn and stare. "Listen, I like her,” I say in a whisper and she scoffs again.

“Have you even had a conversation with her?”

“ Why do you think I want to learn sign?” I snap and she rolls her eyes.

“No!”

“Please, I promise never to hurt her, I just want to be able to talk to her,” I plead and she sighs.

“Did you just say please?” She asks in surprise “I’ve never heard you say that before,”

“Please?"I ask again and she scrunches her face up before sighing and nodding.

"Fine, but only if you’re not an arse to me and don’t lead (Y/N) on,”

“Thank you,”

“I’m going to have to get used to these manners,"She mumbles before beginning to walk away. "Meet me here after dinner, don’t be late, Malfoy,”

I can’t help but grin, knowing I am going to be able to speak to (Y/N).

As I start learning sign I slowly begin to talk to (Y/N). Just a simple “How are you?” or a comment on the weather or such during class. Along with lessons with Granger, I’ve picked up a few books on sign and my vocabulary is almost good enough to hold a conversation.

Today I am walking to potions with (Y/N), chatting happily.

“I can’t stand Snape sometimes,” I sign and she nods with a smirk.

“He can be very annoying,”She signs and I laugh.

“I heard that Umbridge is going to come in and check out his class today,” I sign, making a tiny mistake but she snorts.

“This will be fun,” She signs with a smirk before we walk into the classroom.

The lady in pink stands with Snape, holding herself with undeserving pride and a friendly mask that is beginning to fall to pieces as she waits for the class to calm down until her lips fall into a frown.

“Professor Umbridge will be joining the lesson today…"Snape says flatly, I turn to (Y/N) and give a smirk which she returns with a grin.

During the little exchange I notice something new, my heart beating faster than normal and realisation strikes me on why and for the first time, I feel a slight blush rise to my cheeks and I quickly whip my gaze away from (Y/N) who frowns at this.

I’ve realised I’m in love with (Y/N) and now I can’t have conversation with her without blushing a tomato-red colour when she smiles or laughs. It’s infuriating to be in such a state because of a girl that doesn’t like me back , it’s pathetic. It’s also pretty hard to sign when I’m a flustered mess.

As I take a seat next to Granger for another lesson, I sigh before resting my head on the table.

"Wow, what’s wrong with you?” Granger asks and I grunt.

“Nothing, I’m great,"I say sarcastically.

"Well someones in a tremendous mood,”

“Shut up,”

“Has this got something to do with the fact that you have fallen deeply in love with (Y/N) and now you are a total mess?"She smirks and for a second I think about denying it but I just nod.

"Yup,”

“Well why are you moping and not telling her how you feel?”

“Because she doesn’t like me back, Granger, okay?” I snap and she roles her eyes

“Ugh, do all boys have to be so incredibly thick or are they all just blind. (Y/N) likes you too, idiot,” She sighs and I lift my head of the table suddenly.

“How do you know?”

“I have working eyes,”

“Are you sure?” I ask a little bit frantic to know.

“Yes, now (Y/N) should be leaving dinner about now so I suggest you make haste,” She smirks

I stand up quickly and begin to trot to the door but before leaving I turn round.

“Thanks, Granger, for all of this,”

“For goodness sake,Malfoy, go get her!"She snaps and I smirk before running out of the Library

I find (Y/N) walking along the corridors on her way to her dorm. I run towards her, grabbing her hand before coming to a halt, out of breath and panting.

"Draco, what’s wrong?” She signs with a concerned expression.

“Nothing, I just need to get something off my chest,” I sign, regaining my composure and standing up straight.

“What is it?”

I hesitate before I decide just to come out with it.

“I love you.”I sign and her eyes widen “I have for quite a while now.”

(Y/N) is completely still for a second and I start to panic.

“It’s fine if you don’t like me back, it’s fine,” I sign frantically but she comes closer.

She lifts a hand to my cheek before leaning in. When her lips touch mine it’s like nothing else matters except (Y/N) and I, kissing in the empty corridor. Even though (Y/N)’s world is silent her actions seem louder than words.  

(Author Note: Okay I read this back and felt like throwing up over cheesiness so  I apologise for that, this is pretty half assed but I have serious writers block plus my heating has broken so I’m a literal ice pole right now. Anyway my general opinion on this chapter is just"oops". Sorry )

Needed Me [Part 2] (Steve Harrington x Reader)

A/N: Part Twoooo! Sorry I haven’t updated in days! This has been requested 5 times! I also have 6 imagines in the works currently and I’ve been assigned a lot of homework in school so I’m falling behind:( but I will be definitely post on Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday for now on. So I hope you like this. Sorry for the delay again. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~ I lay on my bed with tears running down my face. My arms lay on my face, trying to block out the light peeking out from behind my curtain. Jonathan’s play list he gave my for my birthday plays in my earphones as I try to steady my uneven breath. Why would Steve do that? Why would Nancy say that? Why was I so stupid? “Sweetie? Are you okay? You haven’t come out all vacation. You have to go back to school in 3 more days, sweets.” My mother’s calming voice drifts past the door. “Y-Yeah mom. I’m okay. I’m okay.” My voice cracks a little and you can tell I’ve been crying for a while. “I’m coming in, okay?” My mom doesn’t wait for a response as she opens the door am I sit up. She makes her way to my bed and sits down and hold my hand and continues, “I know it’s hard. I know it hurts. You’ll get better soon. And we are a (Y/L/N)! We’re tough cookies.” I uncover my eyes and slip of the earphones and a small smile snakes it way to my lips. It may be a Mother Daughter connection but she always makes me feel better. I take a deep breath and say, “ I know mom. It will get better but I still feel sick to my stomach that Steve and Nancy would do that and say those things. My mom takes a deep voice and says, “Darling… Steve came by this morning. He said he wants to meet you later tonight by the lake.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “Of course! I bet him and his gang are going to make fun of me and ‘jump’ me or something.” She lets out a laugh and I look at her weirdly. “Darling! Those old friends of him would make fun of him if they see him like I did! He has major eye bags and ohh my god! His hair! It’s a mess! Steve Harrington’s hair is a mess! His name is HAIRrington for heavens sake! I wanted to rub it in his face but sweets he’s hurt and he regrets it.” My mood lifts when I hear that he’s worse than me. “His hair is a mess?! Neverrrr.” “It is! I know right! Haha! …okay okay you should get ready soon. You’re meeting him in 10 minutes~!” “Yeah okay… WAIT WHAT? In 10 minutes I barley have time to get ready! Ugh! Mom!” I let out a load groan and I throw my blanket off of me and run to put my shoes on. “Well you better get going sweetie! See yeah later! Come home soon~! Love ya. Ohh! We’re having pizza for dinner by the way!” My mom screams at me from inside the house as I hop on my bike I got for my 14th birthday. I roll my eyes and start moving. I make it to the lake in record time. Only 6 minutes suckkaaa! I look around and I can barley see anything s the sun starts to set. I squint and see roses floating in the water. I hear foot steps and I whip my heat around and look to see Steve lighting a bunch of candles. “(Y/N)… Umm.. I’m sorry. Ugh I don’t know what to say.” Steve looks me in my eyes and looks like he’s in deep sorrow. I lift my eyebrows and cross my arms as I make my way over to him. “So. Why. Just why.” I try to keep my voice steady and try to make it not crack as I still feel like shit. “I-I just… Ugh! You send me so much mixed signals! I didn’t know if you even liked me! I’m sorry! I thought that having Nancy with me would take me feel bette-” Steve starts but I cut him off. “Don’t blame this on me. It was your moves that broke this ‘thing’ up. You could have confronted me and we could have talked it out but instead you being stupid Steve did something that ruins everything like always.” I fail my goal and my voice cracks and tears start to build in my eyes. “I know! I’m sorry. Truly. Just please, please give us a chance again. I read your letter. I love you too. Just please.” Steve’s voice fills with need and he grabs my hands in his and intertwines them together. I let out a sigh and look in his eyes. “Look. I’ll forgive you. But I don’t want this to be like oh is in books. I still won’t date you again but we could start on a clean slate. I might say I forgive you but I REALLY want to slit your throat right now.” Steve visibly gulps but his features lift and look at me in the eyes as he lets out a breath. “So Mr Hot stuff. How long did it take you to spread the roses in the water?” Steve lets out a small laugh and looks at me with love in his eyes. “3 hours. I’m really tired. So what’s your mom making for dinner?” I laugh really load laugh and wipe a year from my eye. “Pizza.”

anonymous asked:

Are you still doing prompt requests? If so, post CW prompt for you: Steve learns that Bucky got transferred to Tony's care [willingly to get help] and when Steve returns after signing the accords Steve thinks that his and Tony's relationship is just going to pick up again, but Tony and Bucky are in a relationship now and Bucky is not too fond of the old Avengers and the bull they used to put Tony through and he's not having it happen again on his watch. And the Winter Soldier is very protective

AN: Only took me for fucking ever, but I finally did the thing. I’ve started about six different versions, and this one was sitting on my computer, half done, for like three months. ^.^; But I’m reasonably happy with how it came out, so there’s that. XD It got pretty long, so do beware the cut!


They hadn’t been anything - not officially, not really. There’d been looks, touches, smiles… all kinds of little things that meant they’d been on the same page. They’d never talked about it, hadn’t kissed or declared their feelings openly, but there’d been something there. Steve had known it since he’d felt relief, hot and bright and real burning inside of him after that first fight in New York, when (thank God thank God thank God) Tony wasn’t dead after all. The smile that had crawled over Steve’s face when he saw Tony jolt awake after the Hulk’s roar felt like he first smile that had been on his face since… since Bucky fell. Tony was loud and flashy, all the worst bits of this ‘modern’ time combined into one in-your-face package. On him though, Steve liked the look. He’d thought about trying to get to know Tony right away, had almost been brave enough to just ask him out for dinner or coffee or something, but then…

Then Tony had smiled at him, and the expression was so soft. It was warm and patient, and Steve had just known that Tony would wait for him. He could go see this new America to try and wrap his head around it, and Tony would be in New York City when he got back. When they shook goodbye, both their hands lingered far longer than they’d needed to. The air between them had been charged, and he’d almost changed his mind again until Tony had quietly said ‘enjoy yourself, Cap - come tell me all about your road trip when it’s done’. Tony would be waiting for him so he knew he really could go.

He didn’t blame Tony for leaving for Malibu after Steve agreed to temporarily move to DC when Fury asked. Tony’s company was important - they were both working hard, but they still saw each other when they could. Those not-quite-dates were some of the things Steve cherished most about the brave new world he found himself in. At the end of them, Tony would always make a mention of how he’d be waiting for Steve. Nothing explicit, nothing that specifically said they were going to end up together, but they’d both had known what it meant. It was almost better than a kiss to say goodbye before they had the time to really be something to each other.

Yeah, maybe he’d flirted a little with the blonde who turned out to be part of SHIELD. And maybe Tony had seemed genuinely hurt by the way Steve hadn’t asked for his assistance, but none of it meant anything. He was glad Tony was alright after his brush with the Mandarin… and he was also glad Tony hadn’t tried to call him in. Steve would have dropped everything to go help out - he was sure he would have - but having to decide between the man who was waiting for him and the Strike team that he’d thought needed him would have been uncomfortable.

Tony was so good at making sure Steve was comfortable.

Having to choose Bucky over Tony had cut like a knife to the heart, but he’d done it. He’d known that once Tony cooled down, he’d realize that Steve still cared. It was just that Tony would wait and Bucky couldn’t. Once he got his best friend’s head on straight, Steve vowed to himself that he’d go to the guy who he’d left standing in the wings for so long. Lingering looks and hands that slid down his arm in subtle caresses weren’t enough any more. Almost losing Tony had forced him to resort his priorities - SHIELD was gone and Bucky was safe. Sharon was swell and all, but he’d kissed her more because he’d been hurting over Peggy than anything.

Peggy had waited for him too, though maybe not as long as Tony had. She’d known he wasn’t coming back, after all, and Tony knew (surely he knew) that Steve would always return. Sharon had just been there, available and willing, and Steve had just needed someone. His guy wouldn’t begrudge him that. Not when they’d been so close to being something, not when Steve was finally able to take that final step to turn 'waiting’ into 'having’.

The way Tony sent for Bucky so he could help Steve’s best friend only proved that. He was willing to help a man who’d been brainwashed into killing his parents because it was important to <em>Steve</em>. It was an admission that he’d been wrong to get so upset in Siberia. He was letting Steve know that he’d taken his letter to heart, had realized that Steve was right, and was ready to take steps towards getting back together. Or getting together for the first time, really, at least in a romantic sense.

As soon as he got to go home, Steve was going to claim his guy. Tony had waited for him long enough.

~.~.~

“-might come straight here, James. We really should stop–”

“C'mon, Tony. We don’t have anything to hide. We don’t gotta stop being us just because they’re back.”

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Ramona: Actually, uh, Mom. There is something I would like…

Mrs Whitaker: I already told you, darling, I am not getting rid of my succulents! They are your brothers and sisters, you should really embrace them! 

Ramona: No, Mom. What I would really like is for you to have dinner with Lip. 

Mrs Whitaker: …the boy?

Ramona: Mom, Lip is amazing. He is so loving and kind and respectful and I’d like you to make an effort to get to know him. And stop calling him ‘the boy’!

Mrs Whitaker: Ugh. I suppose I could make an effort…

Ramona: And you won’t insult him?

Mrs Whitaker: I mean…

300 follower smut continuation (KBTBB) Revenge - 7. Eisuke.

[While I was writing this, my brain was screaming ‘YES FUCK YOU, EISUKE.’ Sassy, confident MC’s need to exist in voltage games. Fo’real. I’m kind of sad this is the last bidder. The revenge of this series is drawing to a close. WAAAAH. I hope this is a fitting ending to MC’s revenge. Tagging @teresa-yukibito as usual. ENJOY.]

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Ugh, I don’t know what’s wrong with me… eveything is so strange… 

Maybe we should sit down and eat already. I had my chefs make crab and lobster with Korean hot pot. I hope it’s to your liking. 

Actually, would you like to duel after dinner? …why am I even offering this? 

Peppered Kisses (Yugyeom)

Request: can i request a yugyeom fluff scenario where you go to hang out with him after a really long shift at work and you end up accidentally falling asleep on him and he snuggles up w you but then after a while he wakes you up with lil kisses and stuff

Length: 481 words

Genre: Fluff

*A/N: shoutout to all the working girls who are tired as heck at the end of every frickin day~

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Leave your lover |C.H

((A/N why not make 2015 go out with a bang and post this imagine that may or may not have 3-4 parts ;))
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Requested?: Yes

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Request: You should do one where Y/N is having supposed to go to dinner with Calum but he never makes it and she gets upset and idk you can figure out the rest 😂😂 but can you like try to make it with multiple parts?!?

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Rating: Some swear words and fair amount of smut

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“I’ll be back by 7:00 baby.”

‘Bullshit’

“Babe you know I wouldn’t forget about tonight.”

‘Fucking liar’

“You know I would never lie to you.”

‘Ugh you’re such a fuck boy’

“I love you baby.”

‘Okay that’s one of the  biggest lie I’ve ever heard’

Today was December 25. Not only was it Christmas Day, one of the most celebrated holiday in the world, but it was also my anniversary- our anniversary.
The day my life had supposedly changed for the better, the day I thought that I had found my soulmate. It was the day I had met Calum.
We met during spring break at a party, Calum had offered to take me home after I was deemed too drunk to drive me by my even dunker friends, I said yes and he took me back to my moms house; she cried and thanked him and I called him the next day to express my gratitude and the rest was history.
But now Calum was pissing me off, and I didn’t care about what he had done in past.
Calum was supposed to be back by 7:00, but it was now 11:38 and I was sitting in a sleek black dress I had picked out to wear to dinner tonight which was probably not going to happen now, so I began peeling off my dress.
God I felt like crying, why couldn’t he just do the things he said he would!! 'Why can he just, why can’t he love me like he used to?’ I thought to myself. Anger and unexpressed sadness build up in the pit of my stomach as I thought about that, and I couldn’t control my next action.
I went towards the balcony door and swung it open roughly, since it was winter a cold breeze immediately hits my uncovered skin and my hair was blown back; making me shiver and a cool chill runs up my spine.
I stepped out there and sat on the ledge as I took my left shoe off, then the right.
I got down off the railing and took the $300 pair of gold pumps that Calum had bought me in one hand and I chucked them off the ledge, letting out a raw ear piercing scream as I did. I ran a hand through my hair and flat onto my ass with my head in my hands.
I could feel the hot tears run down my cold face and I instantly tried to wipe them away, but that didn’t work because too many fell from my eyes. I wanted to feels Calum’s warm love run through my blood again, I wanted him to embrace my like he used to, I wanted to him love me at least a little bit.

But maybe he didn’t love me at all
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Calum’s P.O.V

The loud music of the packed strip club registered in my ears less and less as I downed drinks that were being poured for me rapidly.
Girls where dancing on polls, hundred dollar bills laid on some on the floor, some in the panties of stripers.
“Babeeeee.” London whined as she pulled on my suit. “What baby?” I asked as I smiled down at her. “Come with me.” She moaned, getting up off my lap and standing up as she pulled on my tie.
“Where are we going?” I laughed as she tried to make me follow her.
“I wanna show you a dance Cal.” She giggled, continuing to pull on me, so I followed her.
She released her grip on my tie and locked arms with mine as she pulled me so I turned left, then she opened the first door we came to.
She pushed the door open and giggled again as she pushed me into dressing room and sat me down in a tall brown fold out chair.
“wanna make you feel good.” She purred as she began taking off she top, “Will you let me do that cally?” She asked as she sunk down in front of my legs and began fumbling with my belt buckle on pants before palming my shaft.
“Fuck London.” I moaned, “Suck me off babe.”
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Third person P.O.V

“I just- I just want him to love me you know?” Y/N cried as she lay into her friends chest, “H-he said we could go out a-and he promised he wouldn’t forget.“She hiccuped “It’s okay darling, calm down.” Her friend spoke, rubbing small circles in her back.
“I can’t!!” She cried harder. “I though he love me!! I thought we were perfect for each other.”
“Honey it’s okay, sometimes thing just don’t work out.” He spoke, but that only made her cry harder.
“Hey.” Her friend spoke as he lifted her off his shoulder. “How about we go get some icecream huh? Would that make you feel better?” Y/N wiped her tears and laughed a bit as she nodded, “Yeah, I-I like icecream.” “Hey I got you to smile!!” He smiled, “Yeah.” She laughed again.
Y/N’s friend took his thumb and wiped the remaining tears that fell from Y/N’s soft wet cheeks, she smiled and put her hand over top of his as they looked at each other. Y/Ns eyes darted from her friends lips and back up to his eyes quickly, Y/N’s thoughts now began to drift into something far from her broken heart, and she knew what she was about to do was absolutely wrong, but she didn’t even care.
She got up onto her knees so that she was face to face with her friend.
“Y/N what are you-” And before he could finish his sentence, Y/N grabbed his face and smashed her face onto his. She kissed him passionately, holding the side of his face with one hand and the other running through his hair.
But that didn’t last long, as he slowly, pulled her face off his; not even kissing her back.
“Y/N…” He started, and she could immediately feel a sense of rejection was over her.
“No, it’s fine.” She spoke as she tried to get off the couch, but he pulled her back.
“It’s-it’s not like I didn’t want to kiss you.” He spoke, “But you’re still dating Calum. And I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later.”
Y/N bit her lip before opening her mouth,
“I’m not going to regret it Michael.” She smiled, and Michael smiled.

“God I was hoping you’d say that.”

  • Me Two Years Ago: "Why would Mako be a cop instead of Bolin why should Mako be close to Lin why would that happen why would she like him or favor him ugh I hate this."
  • Me Now: "Mako took Lin out to dinner on Avatar Mother's Day and she had absolutely no objections any other individual would have made her feel uncomfortable or upset or insulted but with Mako she actually felt touched and almost cried (but didn't of course because Momboss does not cry but even if she did Detective Son would never tell anyone or would never make it apparent that he'd noticed) and when Lin retires Mako is going to be leading the applause and when she's no longer fit to live on her own Mako is going to be the one taking care of her and when she finally passes away Mako is going to be the one taking charge of every single funeral arrangement and is also going to be the one who takes the loss hardest because it's like losing his mother all over again but he's also always happy because it was like he got to have his mother back."
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Dinner at California Grill located in Disney’s Contemporary Resort.

Isaac Lahey x Stiles!sister

hey love! can you please write an Isaac lahey imagine where the reader is his gf (and stiles’ little sister and a werewolf) and he really liked to see her wearing his scarves (like, he makes excuses for her to wear it, but she does anyway cuz she knows he loves it)?? I loooooove your blog!! ❤️❤️❤️


As soon as you got out of the car the wind sent your hair flying into your face. “This wind is ridiculous,” you heard your brother curse. “I feel like it was just 70 and sunny and now it’s 60, cloudy, and windy out.”

“That’s fall for you, Stiles.” You saw Isaac walking towards you and smiled. “I’ll see you at lunch, Stiles.” You turned from your brother and walked towards your boyfriend. A chill ran through you as a gust of wind went through you.

“Nice to know I still give you chills,” Isaac winked. You rolled your eyes at him and he untangled his scarf from around his neck. “Here, wear this.” You gladly accepted and sunk into the scarf and the added comfort it gave. And, while you were busy loving the coziness of the scarf, Isaac was busy looking at you and falling in love with the way you looked in his scarf.

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“Bye Dad,” you called as you ran out of the house to Isaac’s car. “Hi,” you smiled putting on your seat belt.

“Hey. Oh, here,” you reached behind your seat and pulled something out from behind, “I brought you another one of my scarves. You know, in case you got chilly.” You looked at his smirk and caught on to what he was really thinking.

“Thanks babe,” you accepted and wrapped the scarf around your neck, “I was a little cold,” you played along. “Maybe I should buy some scarves this weekend.”

“No,” he nearly shouted. “I mean…ugh…why waste money buying scarves when you can use mine. I have plenty to share with you.”

“Oh, are you sure?” He nodded vigorously. “Aw, you are so sweet,” you leaned over and kissed him.

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Isaac had come home with you after school. Stiles was out with Scott, your Dad was at work, so you and Isaac were camped out on the couch watching movies. A large yawn came over you as you finished another movie. “I’m going to make us dinner, that’ll wake you up a little bit,” Isaac got up and went to the kitchen.

20 minutes later Isaac came in with two grilled cheese and two bowls of soup. “Dinner is…served,” he ended with a whisper as he saw you asleep on the couch with his scarf around you keeping you warm and doubling as a pillow.