i wanna pinch you



calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”


“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 


“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”


“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.


“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.

Jackson Avery Imagine

Jackson Avery Imagine
1177 Words
Suggestions: Reader and Jackson are friends with benefits. An accident happens and some of the residents get hurt, including Jackson. Jackson flatlines, scaring the Reader, but then comes back from dying. Some fluff. Reader is Alex’s older sister.
Requested By:
Several Anonymous

Originally posted by kabu99

“We sleep together, what else is there to say,” You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Well, for starters, you could’ve said ‘Hey, I’m sleeping with Avery’,” Alex growled at you as you both walked down the hall.

“Well, ‘Hey, I’m sleeping with Jackson, and my brother can’t handle the fact that his big sister’s sleeping with someone. He’s pissed’.”

“Okay, I’m not pissed, I’m super pissed. You should’ve told me.”

“Tell my little brother I have a sex life? No thanks.”

“Who has a sex life,” Cristina arrived next to Meredith.

“My sister does,” Alex muttered.

“Oh, I knew that.”

“What the hell?!”

“They were sworn to secrecy,” You shrugged.

“No, Meredith swore me to secrecy,” Cristina said.

“Ah, yes, Meredith did, because when I told her, I was drunk. I recall that actually. Even if he loves me, then I can say the feeling’s mutual. If he doesn’t, well guess what, it’s sex.”

“You’re really friendly with Jackson,” Meredith nodded.

“Yeah, super friendly, because I’m nice, unlike the Younger Karev here,” You looked at Alex in annoyance.

“I can be nice.”

“Say that again without lying, oops, wait, you can’t.”

You gave him a fake pout as you went into the elevator. You stared at the 3 as you waved, going down. After a floor, the doors open to reveal Mark Sloan and Jackson Avery. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, well if it isn’t the Older Karev,” Mark said.

“Well look, if it isn’t Mark Sloan, the guy that wants to sleep with me,” You rolled your eyes.

“I try.”

“You do, and you fail.”

“So, I heard, you’re sleeping with someone. Care to share the details?”


“Why not? You tell me about most of your sex life.”

“Because it was almost similar to yours. Now, it isn’t.”

“This guy is different?”

“Yeah, he is, in a way.”

The doors open.

“Well, give me a hint.”

“He’ll tell you if he wants. Bye boys,” You smiled and walked out.

You pulled out your scrub cap and put up your lab coat. You grab a mask as you walk into the O.R.

In the middle of your surgery, Mark runs in and stares at you.

“Yes,” You asked, raising an eyebrow, not looking at him.

“How close are you done with your surgery,” He asked.

“I just closed, why?”

“There was an accident with some ambulances.”

You looked up in shock. You finished your final stitch.

“Alright, everyone, get this man into the ICU… Let’s go,” You said.

You both ran to the E.R.

“What the hell happened,” You yelled.

“2 ambulances crashed and a 3rd came in and exploded.”

“Damn,” You cursed.

“Some Residents and Attendings were outside,” Webber looked at you.

Your breath hitched.

“God this looks awful.”

You saw a couple stretchers walk in.


He coughed, being rolled in as he has some black smudges on him.

“I was in the back of the blast radius,” He said.

“I can’t take care of you. Who was in the blast?”

“Uh, me, Mer, Torres, Kepner, Avery, Hunt… Damnit, I can’t remember the rest.”

“Good, that’s all you need to tell me.”

You turned your head as your heart dropped.

“KAREV, I NEED YOU IN HERE,” Bailey shouted to you.

You ran into the trauma room.

“He was in the front of the blast,” She said.

You looked down at Jackson and took a deep breath. You checked his eyes.

“Alright, no signs of pupils blown, get a head C.T, I want a full front of labs done, and page Plastics to get his ass in here to help out with these burns,” You said, lifting up a cloth to see some minor burns.

“(Y/n)-,” Bailey started.

“He is your patient. I know… Trust me when I say I’m not going to be in that O.R.”

“He’s in tachycardia!”

You saw his heartline go flat. Your heart rate increased.


You stepped back as Bailey pulled out the paddles. Mark ran in as soon as he could.

“Charging to 100.”

He jerked up but his heart rate did nothing. You stared.

“C’mon Jackson,” You whispered.

“Charging to 150.”


“Charging to 200.”

“He’s been down 10 minutes,” Someone said.

“I’m not giving up on him.”

“(Y/n),” Mark muttered.

You didn’t hear him. Your mind concentrated on the heart monitor.

“Charging to 250.”

He body jerked up again as his heart rate became steady. You held your chest and sighed with relief. Mark placed a hand on your back. You closed your eyes.

“We need to get him in the O.R. If you’re coming along Sloan to treat his burn injuries, you need to move along as well,” Bailey said.

You grabbed Mark’s collar.

“Don’t let him flatline in there,” You whispered.

He grabbed your wrist. You looked up at him as tears flowed down your cheeks.

“Don’t let him flatline, please,” You whispered again.

He nodded and ran. You got out of the trauma room and rubbed your face.

After a few hours, you sat next to Alex’s E.R. bed and read a magazine. He looked at you.

“Shouldn’t you be doing something,” He asked.

“I don’t have surgery. My patients are being checked on. I got you to worry about. You’re my baby brother,” You said.

“I’m talking about Avery.”

No one gave you an update on him, which made you worry. Your face was tear stained.

“You should go check.”

“I asked someone for a favor. Don’t worry. You’re fine, aren’t you?”

“Just a few more tests and they’ll release me, I hope.”

“You’re fine.”

“(Y/n),” You heard.

You turned your head to see Mark. You stood, setting the magazine you had down.

“I gotta say, first, I’m shocked that you’re sleeping with my guy, Avery, and second… He’s alright. He made it through surgery and should make a full recovery,” He smiled at you, at first he gave you a serious face.

“Goddamnit, I gotta say god bless you, but now is not the time,” You shook your head, running off.

Mark looked at Alex.

“Who tipped you off,” Alex asked him.

“Avery did himself, after she left the elevator,” Mark nodded.

“At least I’m not the last one to know.”

“She’s your sister, and you didn’t know?”

“Yeah, I didn’t.”

You raced into Jackson’s hospital room, where he was fully awake. You walked in and stood next to his bed.

“How are you feeling,” You asked, not trying to be obvious.

“Like hell,” He said, leaning back.

“I heard you’re going to make a full recovery.”

You sat on his bed a little bit.

“Yeah, Sounds alright.”

You smiled.

“Sloan told me what you said to him,” He looked at you.

“Uh-huh. He did, eh?”

“Another reason why I love you, no need to state it that much.”

“I thought we were friends with benefits, by your definition.”

“I thought we could be more, if you want.”

You leaned forward and kissed him.

“Oh yeah, I wanna be more.”

You grinned.

“I love you too dummy,” You pinched his cheek.


#illya kyruakin is so done with you

anonymous asked:

desus prompt!! jesus tells daryl about the life he wishes he would have with him (like if it wasnt a ZA world)

“Hey,” Paul’s voice was a welcome sound to Daryl’s ears. He was sitting on the porch steps, contemplating whether or not to light up a cigarette. He was turning it around in his fingers. 

Daryl looked at him, allowing himself to smile briefly as Paul leaned forward to press a quick peck against Daryl’s lips. Daryl’s heart fluttered; his favorite thing about Paul was how it was so effortless for him to be with Daryl. It made up for a lot of Daryl’s insecurities. 

“Hey.” Daryl said back. 

Paul pointed at the cigarette. “Are you going to smoke that?”

Daryl shrugged, chewing on his inner lip. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On what happens next, I suppose.” he side-eyed Paul, allowing himself to be brave. Paul chuckled and moved in again, cupping Daryl’s face with his hand and kissing him thoroughly. Daryl’s hand shook a little before it settled on Paul’s knee, moving up slightly to squeeze his thigh. 

When they parted, Paul kissed the side of Daryl’s lips before he leaned back, winking at him. “I’m glad you didn’t smoke.”

Daryl chuckled softly, putting the cigarette next to him. “Guess I have a reason to quit now.” he sighed, allowing Paul to move closer to him, their arm and leg pressed against each other. Daryl’s hand lingered on Paul’s knee, and he kept it there, feeling comforted by it. 

“Are you okay?” Paul asked, kissing Daryl’s shoulder. “You’ve been outside for a long time.”

“Nice night.” Daryl mumbled. 

“It is, but I also know you, and I know something is bothering you.”

Daryl tapped his knuckles twice against Paul’s knee, shrugging and turning his face so they could lock eyes. Paul’s eyes were kind and gentle, and they made Daryl’s heart skip a beat. “Just…it’s over you know?” he sighed. “The war. Negan is locked up and…I just didn’t think it would be over.”

“But you look so sad.”

“I’m just exhausted  Paul.” he murmured. “I’m so fuckin’ tired. I don’t know what to do now. Been fightin’ for so long, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself now.”

Paul took Daryl’s words in and turned his gaze back towards Alexandria, the part of it that spread before them. Daryl let him have his thoughts, Daryl knew how important silence was for people sometimes. He waited, not moving his gaze, instead deciding to take strands of Paul’s hair and tuck them behind his ears. He flushed as he did so, still not always certain as to whether or not he knew how to give proper attention to Paul, but his boyfriend never complained. 

“I think,” Paul finally said, but he still did not look at Daryl. “Now, we just live. We’re alive, and I want to live my life with you.”

“I don’t got much to give.”

Paul sighed and looked at him finally, caressing Daryl’s face. “Oh Daryl, when are you going to understand, you give me so much already?” he leaned forward and kissed him softly. Daryl shuddered against Paul’s lips. “You know,” Paul continued softly, “We can have a life together, you and I. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but we can.”

“Just doubt it sometimes. I ain’t..you know  I ain’t always like this.”

“I know, babe, I know.” Paul kissed Daryl’s shoulder again. “You’re allowed to be sad sometimes.”

“What kind of life, would you want?” Daryl asked him, swallowing his sadness. He just wanted to feel better, and Paul’s voice tended to drown out all the bad feelings. 

“In the nice non-apocalypse world?” Paul asked, taking Daryl’s hand in his. Their fingers curled together. “Well, we would live in a small house, smaller than the ones here. Maybe in the country somewhere, but not too far from the city. You’d own your own mechanic shop, and I would be an artist maybe, or a teacher. We would live simply, maybe own a few cats.” he touched the side of Daryl’s mouth, making him smile, Paul chuckling lightly. 

Daryl nodded. “Simple.”

“I’m a simple man.” Paul nodded. “That’s the life I fantasized for us, when my thoughts ran away from us.”

“I can find a cat for you, if you want.” Daryl mumbled. 

Paul laughed again. “You’re almost like a cat, it’s okay.”

“Nice,” Daryl snorted, pinching Paul’s knee. “Come on, I wanna show you somethin’.” he got up, leaving his sadness on the steps and pulling Paul up with him. 

Paul was confused, clearly, by the expression he wore but he followed Daryl back inside the house, their hands twined together. Daryl brought him to the garage, opening it up and switching on the light. He undid his hand from Paul’s as he walked forward, clearing his throat and trying to calm down his nervousness. He placed his hand on the object and turned around, looking at Paul, who looked uncertain. 

“Is that a bookshelf?” Paul asked. 

Daryl nodded. “Yeah, I uh, well, built it for you. You have a shit ton of books, keep steppin’ on them every damn mornin’, thought it would be nice to put them somewhere.”

Paul’s smile grew, lighting up his entire face. “You built me a bookshelf.”

“Well, can’t give you much else, so  I thought maybe…” he bit his lip. “is this okay?”

“How domestic of you.” Paul chuckled, walking forward and kissing him again. “Of course I like it Daryl.” he stared at it once more, wrapping his arm around Daryl’s waist. 

Daryl put his nose against Paul’s cheek, nuzzling him lightly, smiling as Paul’s long strands tickled him. “I wanna give you what I can.” he murmured. 

Paul turned his head so their noses brushed, his breath hitting Paul’s lips. “You give me everything already.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Paul smiled. 

Daryl did, and for the next hour, they didn’t leave the garage.

you see the only reason i keep on talking about how short i am is because i’m incredibly insecure about being short. i’m surrounded by tall people and i constantly feel like the weird one out. i feel like if i keep on talking about it, i will somehow, gradually, be more confident about it. i’m sorry if i sound shallow or annoying but it’s just how i deal with it.


Jiyong getting all flustered when he’s supposed to sing Let’s Not Fall in Love for the encore (◡‿◡✿)

imagine sky high above in caribbean blue

♪ kh editors’ challenge! - day # 3: a graphic using light textures

Hey, all you lost boys and girls and those inbetween!

I just stopped by to say that I love each and every one of you!

You’re all so cute, seriously!!! I just wanna pinch your cheeks!

And also, hats off to you! I’m so proud of you, you’ve come so far!

So I’ll blow a kiss from me to you, (and maybe a little pixie dust too)

Blue watches He-Man: Not So Blind

Aww, Adam, you’re so cute. Just buying a gift for your mom because you want to. I wanna pinch your cutie pants cheeks.

I also like how Adam can just…leave the palace without any kind of guards or anything. Cringer isn’t even with him right now. Like…he’s Randor’s only heir. Shouldn’t he have some kind of protection? At least so people like the two cousins he has won’t end up getting the throne.

anonymous asked:

*Hug tighter and pinches cheeks.* YOU ARE SO CUTE! OMG I JUST WANNA HUG YOU EVEN MORE!! -Tally

Roman: i will slaughter you and your first born child!