i was waiting for those potatoes

Before The Maze - Smut

Originally posted by space-ing-out

Author: @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader
Words: 4,429
AN: Another collab from me and Chloe! If you like it and you want to see more let us know, we have an idea for a potential sequel. (Also this was my first Thomas fic like what was I waiting for?!)


“A-Two! Step Away from B-Fourteen! Perimeters A-Two.” A voice shouted loudly over the intercom, all eyes snapping up to us, smirks on a few of their faces and some giving a judging glare. My head dropped with a sigh and I stepped away, hands raised in the air and I looked up at the camera with a pointed look.

“Yeah, Tommy, perimeters from the girlies.” A British voice teased and I rolled my eyes.

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Morgan Rielly - Part Ten

Shorter post but exciting things coming…. 

When I close my front door behind me I can’t help but lean back against it. My head hits the wooden frame with a soft thud and I close my eyes.

               It was nearly two in the morning already and I had walked over to Morgan’s at six.

               And I hadn’t even wanted to leave.

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Avery (Sam Drake x Reader)


This one took me awhile to write because I had so many ideas I wanted to include in it. There are time lapses in this so I hope thats not confusing. Also, I would love some more suggestion if anyone has any ideas! I hope you guys enjoy!

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 3,139


*3 Months*

“Sam!” you call up the stairs tapping your foot impatiently.

“I’m coming!” He called down

“Why am I the one who’s always waiting! Shouldn’t this be the other way around.” You huff walking from the door back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Opening the fridge you notice that Sam had finished the rest of the cherries. This was it, this was your breaking point with the man you called your husband.

“Ready.” You stand upright looking at your husband dressed in a navy suit, his suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked so handsome but his attractiveness could not subdue your frustration, not this time. “How do I look?” Sam smiled charmingly, striking a pose.

“You ate the rest of the cherries.” your voice is even and steady trying to maintain your composure. Sam’s brow furrows at your words.  

“We can pick up some more on our way back from the restaurant babe.” His solution wasn’t enough.

“That’s not the point Sam.” You take a breath placing your face in your hands.

“Babe, they’re just cherries.” Sam had yet to move from his spot in the doorway of the kitchen.

“No, I specifically asked you to save me some!” Your voice raises slightly

“Okay, I’m sorry.” His words were far from sincere, you could tell he just wanted this to be over so you two could leave and he could get out of that suit.

“Samuel” You warn feeling the anger bubbling in your stomach.

“Are you really going to throw a fit over cherries.” Sam stares at you in disbelief “You’re being ridiculous-“ Before he can finish you find yourself crying uncontrollably. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s with the tears?” Sam was now in front of you, one hand on your shoulder the other under your chin lifting your head so he could look at you.

“You ate my cherries, I’ve been waiting for you for a half hour, and you promised you’d take out the trash but it’s still by the back door!” You cry dropping your head against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you waist.

“I’m sorry babe, I really am.” This time his words are sincere. You feel his hand on your stomach, his thumb rubbing your newly forming baby bump.

“I think- I’m- be-ing hormonal.” You stutter out through sobs, feeling Sam’s chest rumble from laughter.

“Maybe just a little.” Pulling away you wipe your eyes noticing that Sam had a funny look on his face.

“What?” You immediately become self conscious.

“Nothing!” His voice is higher than usual which was his tell when he lied to you.

“Sam, what!” You’d demand watching as his face turns unsure.

“You kind of-“ He pauses “You fucked up your makeup.” Sam settles for the blunt approach, clearly not realizing that his very emotional, newly pregnant wife would just cry more.

“Sam” You begin to cry pathetically again.

“Whoa, the water works gotta stop.” His words are followed by a laugh as he brings you back into his chest, the smell of cigarettes clinging to the fabric.

“I’m gonna go fix my ugly face.” You try to move around Sam his arms tightening around you.

“Now who said you were ugly?” Sam’s finger finds its way under your chin again so you two are gazing into each other’s eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I have no idea how I got so lucky.” Tears flood your eyes again.

“You’re such a sweet heart” you whisper holding back your sobs.

“Please don’t cry again.” He smiled kissing your lips softly.

“I’ll try” You whisper against his lips. Sam kisses you more passionately his thumb wiping the tears from your cheek.

“Now, cmon. I promised Nathan we wouldn’t be late.” You gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Maybe just a little late.” You kiss him again unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Babe, I promised him.” Sam groaned as you kissed and sucked up his neck tattoo.

“But Sam.” You whispered placing your hand on his already present bulge.

“Fuck it, we can be late.” Sam’s arms move quickly hosting you into the air bridal style.

“Wait I have to pee!”


“Finally! Where the hell have you two been?” Nathan was standing with Elena outside the restaurant.

“I had a melt down over cherries.” You say with a smile, Nate gave you a strange look.

“She’s not kidding she actually did.” Sam added rolling his eyes, you slap his arm jokingly.

“Aren’t you allergic?” Elena asked you a giddy smile on her face.

“Not like deathly allergic, but I do get itchy.” You smile hugging your sister-in-law

“When I was pregnant with Cassie all I craved was chocolate covered potato chips.” Elena laughed

“Sam, those sound so good!” You turn to your tall husband an amused smirk on his face.

“We can grab some on the way home.” He kissed your head turning to his younger brother.

“Did we miss the reservation?”

“Drake!” A woman called from the door.

“That’s us!” Nathan waved “No, you got lucky this time!” He pointed at Sam as if he was threatening him.

“You’re right, I did get lucky.” Sam winked at Nate making him laugh and slap his older brother on the shoulder.

“Sam, wait for me I have to pee!” You call after your husband who stops in his tracks to wait for you.

“You’re glowing (Y/N)” Elena said genuinely.

“Thank you! I feel so fat though and I’m constantly peeing.” You admit

“You’re just starting to show, it’s normal don’t worry.”


*6 Months*

The drumming of rain beats against the roof top, lighting flashing through the window. Sitting on your bed your fingers run over the newly washed sheets, the smell of lavender filling the air from your candle on your night stand. With a sigh you lean back into your pillows shifting slightly because of the discomfort of your growing belly. Bringing your attention back to the Tv situated in front of you across the room, you watch as the scary movie you picked comes to a close. You can’t help but feel slightly uneasy, your mind is racing over the details of the movie, thunder echoing through the air. You weren’t a full believer in ghosts, you never really thought about it until now. Looking around your empty bedroom you can’t help but want your husband by your side to quell your discomfort, but you knew he was busy with work and had asked for peace and quiet so he could do research. The floor boards creek unexpectedly making you jump, placing your hand on your chest you chuckle at yourself. Sam told you not to watch any scary movies because he knew how paranoid you got afterwards. Just like the night the two of you watched ‘When a Stranger Calls’ and you made him check the whole house because you were convinced the two of you weren’t alone.

“Jesus, you scared me!” You laugh waiting for a response from Sam but you hear nothing. “Sam?” You ask getting up from the bed and peaking into the dark hallway. No one was there.

“Sam?” You call again a little more frantically. Once again no answer. Your heart sinks at the sight of nothing.

Sweat begins to pool on your brow, heart pounding, hands shaking. Stepping out of the room the darkness of the hallway is too much for you so you run to the light switch. Squinting your eyes as the light turns on, instinctively holding your pregnant stomach in defense. Everything is in its usual spot, nothing out of the ordinary. Taking a sigh of relief you pick up Sam’s discarded clothes he left in the hallway bringing them back into your shared bedroom.  

“It’s okay, it’s all okay” you whisper to yourself trying to calm your racing heart. Throwing Sam’s clothes into the laundry basket, thunder sounds outside scaring you to the point you let out a high pitched scream. 

“Fuck!” You half yell, covering your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest. The realization that it was only thunder makes you feel foolish but you can not help the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Sitting on the edge of the bed you try and gather yourself, holding your stomach.

“Babe!?” Sam’s voice boomed through the house as you heard him run up the stairs and into your room. “Are you okay, what’s wrong!?” Sam was just as frantic as you were only a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, yeah, the thunder startled me.” you admit, cheeks flushing red at the embarrassment. You watched as Sam’s muscular shoulders visibly relaxed. Sitting down next to you, Sam wraps one arm around your shoulder while his other hand rest on your protruding stomach. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” Sam sighed into your ear kissing your cheek firmly, his stumble scratching against your soft skin.

“I scared myself!” You giggled lightly feeling much more at ease having him next to you. His hand rubbed your stomach lovingly.

“He’s kicking!” Sam exclaimed kneeling on the floor in front of you, both of his hands were on your stomach now.

“Sam we don’t know if it’s a boy.” You correct for what seems like the millionth time. Like usual Sam didn’t answer his attention fully fixed on the movement coming from your belly. Sam placed a kiss on your stomach a content sigh falling from his lips.

“I have a little more work to do and then I’ll come to bed.” Sam stood kissing your forehead and then your stomach one last time.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

“What movie did you end up watching?” Sam asked stopping in the doorway.

“Nothing you’d like.” You smile not wanting to admit to Sam that you ignored his wishes and watched ‘The Conjuring’.

“Sounds like a blockbuster!” Sam says sarcastically exiting the room and disappearing back downstairs.

Getting up from the foot of the bed you make your way to the bathroom. Doing your nightly rituals you find yourself staring at your pregnant belly.

“Wow, I’m huge” you whisper. Noticing something out of the corner of your eye you turn quickly jumping as you watch a towel fall from its hook. 

“What the actual fuck” you squeal running from the bathroom and jumping on your bed. 

You frantically scramble to get under the covers, your heart returning to its racing speed from earlier. Hiding under the covers you flinch at the sound of the wind whistling outside followed by the loud boom of thunder.  You curse yourself internally for watching such a scary movie on your own. To proud to call your husband upstairs you peek your head out from under the blankets assuring yourself that no one was in your room besides yourself. Mustering up the little courage you had, you blow your lavender candle out and shut off your lamp. Trying to distract yourself you try and focus on other things but your mind keeps wandering back to the thought you were being watched. An hour ticked by and then another and you were still sleep deprived, under the covers, mind racing, body shaking. Finally exhaustion took over and you found yourself falling into the darkness.  

Footsteps echoed from the hallway into your dark bedroom startling you awake. Not thinking you grabbed a pillow throwing it with all your might at the shadowy figure entering the room.

“What are you doing?”  The voice snapped making its way to the bed. Petrified you bolted out of the bed grabbing your candled ready to throw it in defense. The lamp flicked on and you threw the candle in the direction of the man. “What the fuck!” Sam yelled, the sound of glass shattering filling your ears.

“Jesus!” You yell sinking to the ground your heart beating uncontrollably.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Sam’s eyes were fixed on you, his face contorted in anger. “You’re lucky that didn’t hit me!” He yelled even louder than before startling you once more.

“You scared me!” Your voice cracks

“You watched that god damn scary movie didn’t you.” Sam paused “Didn’t you!?” His voice raised again.

“Yes, okay yes! I watched the movie!” You stay seated on the floor angry at yourself.

“The doctor told you to avoid stress. I don’t know why you think watching a scary movie would be a good idea.” Sam scolded gesturing to the television.

“I don’t know” You whisper feeling like a dejected child.

“I’m gonna clean this mess up.” Sam huffed storming out of the room. 

Feeling dumb  you get off the floor and make your way to the bathroom, tears falling from your eyes. Washing your face and trying to calm yourself down you can hear Sam grumbling to himself as he cleans up the broken glass. Sam appears in the doorway behind you. You watch him in the the mirror as he tosses the scraps of your favorite candle into the trash. Turning our attention back to the sink in front of you, you jump as Sam wraps his arms around you, hands resting your your stomach.

“Please no more scary movies.” His warm breath ghosted your ear.

“I’m so sorry Sam.” Your voice is hushed.

“It’s fine, now c’mon let’s go to bed.” You turn around smiling a guilty smile up at your very tall, very handsome husband.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” you say standing on your tiptoes, you place a soft kiss on Sam’s lips.

“You promise not to throw any more candles at me?” His sarcasm was not lost on you but you chose to ignore it.

“I promise.” You kiss him again, biting your lip as Sam’s hands wandered to your ass.

“Bed?” He winks at you causing a shiver to shoot up your spine and for the first time tonight you didn’t mind it.

“Wait I have to pee first!”

“Of course you do”


*9 Months*

“Doesn’t hot sauce induce labor?” Sam’s voice came from behind you.

“I mean it can?” You mumble a mouth full of food.

“You sure put a lot of hot sauce on that babe.” Looking up at your husband, you reached up pressing your thumb into his furrowed brow.

“Relax, it’s fine.” You try to reassure him “We should go on a walk today, it’s so nice out.” Sitting at the counter you can’t help but notice the frown on your husbands face. “What?”

“Don’t walks induce labor too?” Sam’s fingers were drumming on the granite counter top. Sam had been extremely fidgety and uneasy all week but today was worse than usual.

“Are you okay?” You ask taking another bite.

“Yeah.” Sam says defensively.

“Sam, I’m your wife. I know when you’re lying.”

“Fine.” He grumbles, arms across his chest.

“Sam, whats wrong?” You place your fork down. Sam stays quiet eyes fixed on the counter that separated the two of you. “Babe?” You ask again standing and waddling over to the tall man.

“Your due date in next week.” He states factually.

“It is.” You nod, taking Sam’s hand in yours.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to be a dad. What if I’m bad at it.”  Sam’s eyes were still avoiding yours. It clicked finally, Sam’s strange behavior all made sense. He was nervous about becoming a father. After spending so much time in prison thinking his life may never be normal one can only imagine the stress he was under. The fact his own father had abandoned him must be weighing on him more than ever.

“You are the most wonderful man I have ever met, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the father of my child Sam. You’re going to be an amazing dad, I promise!” Grabbing his other hand you move in his line of vision.

“I-“ Sam’s eyes welled with tears as he looked away from you.

“Sam” You whine feeling yourself becoming emotional

“I’m just scared.” He whispered looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I am too.” You admit whipping the tears from his eyes.

“I just-“ Before Sam could finish his sentences you felt a warm wet sensation run down your leg.

“Fuck!” You say, stepping away from the love of your life.


“I either just pissed myself or my water broke.” Looking up from the puddled on the floor you see the pure panic in Sam’s eyes.

“Your due date isn’t until next week though!” Sam pleads. A sharp pain shoots up your body causing you to brace yourself against the counter.

“Fuck Sam! Get the bag!” you bite out in pain.

“Babe, are you sure this is it? I mean you are constantly peeing maybe it’s-” Sam’s voice was in a higher register, the panic taking over.

“Yes Sam, I just pissed myself and am in an abnormal amount of pain for no reason!” you hiss

“Shit, I’ll- um-“ Sam stood in front of you motionless.

“Get the goddamn car and bag Sam!” You finally yell. Sam ran to the door gathering everything you needed. He had your hospital bag packed for months and by the front door.  Walking yourself in the same direction you felt the panic set in.

“Where the hell are the car keys!?” Sam yelled from upstairs.

“Sam, you don’t panic when people are trying to kill you or your when your life’s in danger! You better no panic now!” You yell sitting on one of the stairs pain racking through your body. Loud footsteps stomped down the stairs and then past you as Sam continued his search for the car keys. “If you put them back where I asked you to we wouldn’t be having this problem!” You scold him

“Found them!” He shouts from the kitchen  


“I can’t believe you kicked me out of the delivery room.”

“I can’t believe you thought it would be okay to get me pregnant.”

“I don’t think that’s purely my fault.” Both of you laughed lightly at Sam’s words.

“We have to decide on a name.” You turn to your husband who had the most loving look on his face as he held your newborn child. Seeing Sam like this was so new to you, you had never seen him so infatuated  before.

“What about Avery?” Sam asks rocking your daughter back and forth.

“I like Avery.” You laugh “I hate how people are already giving us parenting advice.” You complain thinking back to the slew of people who had visited you in the past few hours.

“Yeah, it’s like they think we aren’t capable enough of screwing up our kid on our own.” Sam jokes making you roll your eyes.

“So are we settled on Avery?” you ask

“Yes, Avery Drake”

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Number 49 - MSR with william

No real plot, sorry. Just some dad!Mulder and fluff. 

“Eew, don’t do that.” 

With a force Mulder didn’t expect his 9 month old son to possess, a pea hits him right in the eye.

“Wheeee!” Will exclaims upon his victory, continuing to throw peas at a crouching Mulder who is trying to clean up the mashed potatoes Will hurled at him two minutes ago.

“Will, this really isn’t funny.” His son, perched like a prince in his high chair, giggles loudly, spit bubbles coming out of his mouth. He scratches his tiny head and smears mashed up peas into his reddish hair. At least the colors match, Mulder thinks.

“You know that means a bath after we’re finished here.” Mulder tells him solemnly; as much as the boy loves water, baths are a definite no-go. Will’s answer is to smash his pudgy arms on the table, splattering peas everywhere. His feet kick at the air and Mulder knows he’s about to throw a real tantrum.

“Come on, buddy,” he picks up his son, who quiets immediately, “You know, if it were me, I’d feed you something tastier than this. It’s your mom who insists on the vegetables. She’s right of course, but you know. I get it.” Will offers his father his tiny hand covered in green and yellow goo.

“No thanks, Will.” So instead Will stuffs his fingers into his own mouth, chewing loudly.

“Now you eat it?” The boy just stares at him, his fingers still in his mouth. “We better clean this up before we try and wash you. Your mom might love green, Will, but I don’t think she wants her floor all covered in it. I hope you didn’t get any on the wall.” Carefully, Mulder puts the baby down on the floor, hoping he’ll stay there a moment.

“She’s going to be so mad at you. Well, no, you’re too cute so she’s gonna be mad at me, Will. I hope you’re happy.” Mulder wipes and scratches at the floor, some of the mess already sticking firmly to it. Then he feels small hands on his head, warm and wet, rubbing at his hair.

“Will, what are you doing?” His son giggles and when a half mashed pea rolls off his head, Mulder knows exactly what his son is doing.  

“Eew, don’t do that!” Will’s hands stop immediately upon hearing his mother’s voice. His hands, still now, remain in Mulder’s hair, though. “I know you’re just trying to make your daddy more beautiful, but I think it’s enough now.” Scully tries to put authority into her voice, but Mulder can tell that what she really wants to do is laugh.

“Eek!” Will not so gently pounds on Mulder’s head, splattering more of the greenish mass everywhere, before his fingers become still again. Mulder quickly takes him into his arms and stands.  

“You’re covered in some kind of goo,” Scully tells him evenly, now unable to suppress her smile, “It suits you.”

“Very funny, Scully. Junior here wasn’t impressed with the peas.”

“He never is. He hates peas.”

“You could have told me that before I tried to make him eat them.”

“You managed to make him eat the sweet potatoes, too, and you know how much he hated those.”

“Because they taste like crap.” Mulder nods at his son, who grins at him in return.

“Mulder, language.”

“Sorry. Junior and I need to take a bath. Get the peas off and just so you know, I’ll never feed him peas again.”

“No, I’m going to bathe him,” Scully holds out her arms and Will reaches for her, “You clean up this mess before it gets dry.”

“But Scully, my hair.”

“Your hair will have to wait.” She kisses Will’s cheek and tries to keep his dirty hands off her sweater. She’s not successful and Mulder bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.

“Yeah and what if I can’t get it out? We can always get new floor covering, but this is all the hair I’ve got.” He points to his head.

“How about… I give Will a bath, put him down for his nap and then I’ll help you get the mashed peas off your head and any other place they might have gotten?”

“Is that a promise?”

“If you promise to clean up the floor.”

“Go on, Scully, give Will a bath. I’ve got his covered.”

He can still hear her laugh moments later.

Quotes From Last Night’s Game

“If we’re going to die, we’re going to do it in a dungeon!” - the cleric

“No more month-long ‘vacations’ in the swamp” - the wizard

“We just want to let the guy know we know stuff too.” - the rogue 

“Can we change his name to Sir Turd Ferguson?” - the barbarian 

“This guy could sell a horse in under a minute!” - the fighter 

“When they get back, I fuck around with them for about 20 minutes before I let them back on the airship” - the fighte

“I am not going back to that noble district for like 100 years” - the monk 

“Trident. Didn’t work” - the barbarian on the magical trident 

“You should use your winged boots like a hoverboard and cause someone to crash in to a pile of manure” - the barbarian to the rogue

“Who is this guy? Can I murder him?” - the rogue

“Give me the strongest whiskey you have, I’ll chug a gallon of it and purify myself” - the rogue after being poisoned

“I’m meditating in shame in the corner” - the monk, after tragic failure rolls 

“It’s a pig party!” -the DM

“And we’re just chanting 'BEAR! BEAR! BEAR!’” -the barbarian 

“But instead, you got to pee on some goblins” - the barbarian 

“You’ve been spending time with an endless wine cask and a bear.” - the DM 

“Here, buddy, I brought you an entire roasted pig.” - the rogue “Did you at least wrap it in tin foil?” - the fighter

“I’m waiting for my magic items like a kid standing at the mailbox” - the fighter 

“Somewhere on the ethereal plane, there’s just a cloud of vomit” - the rogue 

“I’m just sitting in my room imagining the rest of the party is off giving money to the poor” - the cleric (we’re drinking)

“Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to eat mashed potatoes until you die?” - the rogue 

“"We should put a cool flame paint job on the airship, decepticon stickers on the back” - the rogue 

“You can’t take him to the nobles, he looks like a rotten avocado” - the fighter on the acid-burned wizard

“Don’t leave the place all sticky while we’re gone.” - the rogue “I’m going to drink a slurpee in the pilot’s seat!” - the fighter

“I’ll stay behind, but only if you guys leave me the everfull wineskin” - the fighter 

“We need a magical airship dock” - the fighter 

“Barbarians practice anti-yoga” - the barbarian

Movie Marathon

Requested by @a-girl-who-loves-disneyHi Meg! Thanks again for answering my request question! I do have another request: a Steve Rogers x fem!Reader one. So, I know little to nothing about Lord of the Rings and since you do it would be cool if (Y/N) was a huge fan of the LOTR books/movies. When she finds out Steve has never read/seen them she decides to introduce him to them. Movie nights and fluff commence lol. And could Steve and her already be in a relationship? :)

Here you are, lovely! I do not own Steve. He is the property of Marvel. 

Warnings: Fluffy fluff

Pairings: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

“Hey, baby. Are you ready for our date tonight?” you asked your boyfriend. Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ve been ready for weeks, Doll.” You stretched up to press a soft kiss to his lips. Date nights were rare for you and Steve. Well…uninterrupted date nights anyway. However, Steve had decided that, unless there was an emergency, the rest of the team could handle whatever happened. The two of you needed the time together.

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OTP Prompts: Random

1. Your bag was identical to mine and I accidentally grabbed it off the baggage claim…sorry?
2. I got knocked up from a one night stand and didn’t know how to explain it to my family. Please pretend to be my douchebag ex?
3. I’m sorry my dog keeps chasing you on your morning run. I promise it is just because she likes you.
4. Just because it is green doesn’t mean it is recyclable….
5. Okay, I know this looks weird but I promise it’s not what it seems.  
6. You sit next to me in class and just doodle the class away. Teach me?
7. Why do you always smell like cinnamon rolls?
8. Do you realize you’re wearing two different pairs of shoes?
9. I was doing a high kick and accidentally kicked you in the face. I’m so sorry!
10. Did you just put six pounds of cheese in that recipe for mac n’ cheese?
11. All my friends are accident prone and i’m the only one with a car to get them to the hospital. I wish we kept meeting under different circumstances.
12. What do you mean you’re banned from the school cafeteria?
13. Wait…Are these glasses real?
14. You can’t just turn people’s hair orange on a whim!
15. Those better not be more frogs…
16. Please stop smiling, it is creeping me out.
17. Are you the one that keeps taking my clothes out of the washing machine????
18. You’re left-handed and you keep bumping my arm when writing.
19. Sweet potato pie is better than pumpkin…
20.Stalking people is generally frowned upon, but in this instance it’s okay.
21. I can pay you. Maybe. Do you take cookies?
22. I can’t believe you ran over my toes with your car! What were you thinking?
23. Extreme couponing. Let’s do it!
24. Glowworm is not an acceptable nickname to use on strangers!
25. Do you just take off your shirt to distract people from having deep conversations with you?
26. We keep getting set up with each other on blind dates.

Do Me a Favor (Part 2)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 1,953

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Here’s part 2, guys! Enjoy! 

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Steve was in the middle of taunting Bucky for beating him when Winnie clapped her hands, calling out from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready!”

Steve got on his feet and held his hand out for Peggy. With a smile, she slipped her fingers through his and the two of them made their way together giggling between themselves.

“Want to hold hands, too, doll?” Bucky nudged your side, waggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, Bucky,” you grumbled, quickly getting up on your feet.

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head-bitch-inquisitor  asked:

Ooh do 28!!

Yes! Now that I know you’re all caught up, I can finally post this! This is probably my favorite prompt fill I’ve done so far, and it was a ton of fun to write. 

This prompt fill happens after The Sacrament, so if you aren’t caught up on the Santa Sarita series, you might want to do that first.

Also, just a reminder that I love doing prompts for these two! So if there’s something you’d like to see, let me know!

“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 AM, we need pie!” Scott’s slurred voice startled Sara awake.

“What?” She said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest. She wasn’t wearing nearly enough clothing for unexpected visitors.

“Babe,” Gil’s voice chased him through the door to her quarters. “Leave her be. Nobody cares that you want pie.” Even the engineer’s voice was slower than usual. How late had they stayed up, drinking and playing cards? And were they seriously talking about pie?

Scott stumbled into the room in his Blasto tank and lounge pants. His face was bright red with the effects of too much booze, and a petulant frown tugged at his mouth. He plopped onto the foot of the bed and looked to Sara, who was too bewildered to say anything. Her brother’s head wobbled on his neck as he looked at her, and then a mischievous grin came over his face.

“I bet Reyes would care,” he announced to the room. “Reyes is my buddy.”

“Scott,” she said, her voice a clear warning. “Don’t.”

He only grinned wider. They were en route to Kadara, but she had no intention of seeing the Charlatan while they were planetside. She hadn’t seen him since, well… it’d been awhile. And for both their sakes they’d agreed it should stay that way.

And then Scott was dialing him.

Sara reached for her twin’s wrist, but he jumped from the bed and to the other side of the room. Sara was about to chase after him, her own sense of propriety be damned, when the call was answered.

“Scott?” Reyes’ smooth, accented voice filled the room, stealing her breath. “What’s wrong? Why are you calling me?”

The fear in his voice tore at her heart and she felt tears threaten to fall. She looked at Gil standing in the doorway, as if he could help her now.

“I’m sorry,” he mouthed. His face was almost as red as Scott’s, but she thought mortification at the situation had more to do with it than alcohol.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Scott said to Reyes, oblivious to the exchange between her and Gil. “Except, it’s 2 AM and I am tragically bereft of pie!”

“You’re drunk,” Reyes accused with a chuckle.

“Eh,” Scott shrugged. “Potatoes, pota-” he paused, confused. “Wait…”

The laugh that filtered through the omnitool was warm and throaty, and it brought forth a wave of pleasant memories. Reyes on the Tempest, laughing with her crew, her family. His bare skin as he cooked dinner for her in the tiny prefab in Varren’s Scalp. His shared laughter with Scott in the Vortex, the very first time they’d met.

She shut down those thoughts and refocused on the cringe-worthy scene before her.

“Is Sara there?” Reyes asked.

Scott looked to her, and she shook her head violently, her sandy brown hair whipping at her face.

Scott looked back to the vidcall. “She says ‘no’.”

Gil dropped his head into one hand, and Sara closed her eyes and took deep, measured breaths. There was an awkward silence, and then Reyes let out a pained sigh.

“What about Gil?”

The engineer jumped forward, one hand clamping onto Scott’s shoulder. “Present!” He nearly shouted. “So sorry, Vidal. I’ll get him to bed straight away.”

Scott made to protest, but his boyfriend’s glare convinced him otherwise. 

“Goodnight, Reyes,” he said instead.

There was a long, quiet moment before he replied.

Sara’s blood went cold as she waited for his response. What was he thinking? Was he mad? Did he hate Scott for calling him at some ungodly hour? Did he hate her for refusing to speak with him? Did he hate her for her decision all those months ago? Did he miss her the way she missed him?

“Goodnight, Ryder,” he said finally, his voice soft and resigned. And she knew the words weren’t meant for her brother.

They were for her.

The next morning Sara stood in the cargo hold with Vetra, helping her friend inventory a new shipment from the Collective.

“There’s something here for Scott,” the turian called from the other side of the Nomad.

Sara moved to look at the fairly small, square box that sat nestled into a larger crate.

“There’s a note,” Vetra said, handing a datapad to Sara.


You’re a difficult man to please, especially on such short notice. I hope you like angaran fruit!

Give my best to the Pathfinder and her team.

                                               - R

Sara smiled at the datapad and shook her head, a little chuckle of disbelief falling from her lips. She passed the device back to Vetra.

“Better go let brother-dearest know that he has a special delivery.” She spun on her heel and marched up the ramp toward the crew quarters, leaving a very confused turian blinking behind her. As the door hissed open to reveal the hallway she heard Vetra’s voice from the cargo bay.

“Is this a pie?”

Spotting Mistyped Bloggers

Some people just can’t believe that they’re a different type than they are.  To overcompensate for that, they will blog about how great their type is, when in reality, it isn’t even theirs.  Here are some tips to spot these imposters.

INFJ”: Probably the most common, since they’re so rare.  They will often say things like “As an INFJ, one of the rarest, most special unicorns on this planet…” or “Another INFJ on Tumblr! We are so rare!”.  They blog about how INFJs are misunderstood or psychic.

INTJ”: Like the INFJ, there are so many fake bloggers out there.  These “INTJs” often brag about their lack of emotion, or their intelligence.  An easy method to find them is to criticize a small mistake that they made.  Instead of using their “INTJ logic”, they will become extremely butthurt and start raging at you to come off anon.

ENFJ”: “We are so amazing - not only do we have psychic powers, a quality of all Intuitives, we make friends easily!” This is the mantra of fake ENFJs, and they will use it to their advantage.  They will sometimes attack INFJs, claiming that their extroversion makes them superior.

ENTJ”: After religiously reading the entire description of every personality website, the fake “ENTJ” will try its best to adhere to the stereotype of the ENTJ.  They will unsuccessfully try to get everyone to do what they want, and when no one complies, will rant on their blog for more notes.

INFP”: Fake INFPs post deep, but meaningless, quotes about life.  They will also create sad stories for attention.  Wait, those are real INFPs.  It’s hard to tell them apart.

ENFP”: These mistyped bloggers will also try to adhere to their stereotype.  They pretend that they’re fun and happy, posting positive quotes about living life to the fullest.  I pity these the most, and they don’t annoy me as much, as they’re sad potatoes inside.

ENTP”: Fake ENTPs pick fights for no reason, and like to “trick” other people.  This is neither clever nor funny, and they basically annoy everyone.  They will behave in a similar manner as INTJs, so when someone calls them out on BS, they will rage in the form of a very long, incoherent post.

INTP”: Fake INTPs pretend to be much smarter than they actually are.  They always have a Wikipedia tab out in case they need to prove their intelligence, and often post informational posts that make them look smart.  “INTPs” will also reblog every single post about INTP superiority.

New People [a Barry Allen AU] (Part 7)

a/n: yeeeeea this au again; ok so barry put on e2 barrys glasses right? and wasn’t bothered? so….?

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

It has been exactly two months, three weeks, and four days since Barry has started occupational therapy, or, OT, for short. So far he is really improving, slowly, yes, but definitely improving. Though, when Doctor Rice had suggested going back to work, not to do anything, but just to observe, Barry began feeling anxious. It’s not that he is afraid of what people will think…well, actually it kind of is. He hasn’t step foot in the CCPD since the accident, which was…almost a year and a half ago. Surely it would be extremely different than he remembered. Is he even ready for this step?

To his luck, you offered to go with him, knowing you could calm his nervously. Today is one of his bad days; meaning this morning he had two panic attacks and a migraine that comes and goes. You told him he should wear his glasses, to help his migraine. As for the panic attacks, you are on high alert, let’s just say.

He reaches for your hand, tangling his nimble twitching fingers with yours as his black converse scuff up the stone steps. “I’m right here, babe.” you reassure, fixing the collar of his red checkered flannel to lay flat.

With an awkward smile, he continues walking, until he comes face to face with the glass door. He stops, eyebrows furrowing. Maybe he isn’t ready. He turns to you, pecking your cheek. “I-I ne-needed to d-do th…that. At l…least bef-ore we w-went in.” he blushes, pushing his glasses up carefully. You smile up at him, pecking his cheek in return, probably making him even more flustered.

His shaky palm presses against the glass, arm outstretched to hold the door open for you. You drag him in the department, so he doesn’t run back. Your shoes squeak on the white marble and police officers rush past you, making Barry’s grip tighten. Running your thumb against the skin of his hand, your eyes light up, seeing a familiar face. “Barr, it’s Joe!” you beam quietly, pointing across the office.

He perks up instantly, swaying your hand excitedly. Due to some cases, Joe wasn’t able to make some of Barry’s therapy sessions. Before you know it, you’re getting pulled across the room by your boyfriend, who’s mind goes faster than his feet can go. Expectedly, his left foot gets caught on his right, tripping himself and knocking over another guy in the process. Luckily, you let go of his hand beforehand.

Hooking your arm under his bicep, you help him up, lanky limbs flying around, trying to pick up the files, and his glasses, while standing. “I-I’m s-so s…orry!” Barry stutters, sticking his wiggling hand out to the man. With a broad smile, the man accepts the hand, standing up and dusting his Star Wars graphic tee off. “He-here’s th-the f…files. I-…I’m B-Barry.” he grins, holding the shaking folders out.

“Thanks man. It’s no biggie; to be honest, I wasn’t paying attention, so kinda my fault, kinda your fault. Potato, patato. I’m Cisco Ramon, I work in the Meta Human Division. Wait - do you work here?” the man, Cisco says rapidly, brushing his long dark hair behind his ear, grinning as he waits patiently for an answer.

Barry blinks, trying to make sense of all those words; his chest starts to feel tight. He glances back at you, breathing heavily as he tries to calm down. You rub his back soothingly, “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” you introduce, shaking Cisco’s hand, “We’re actually visiting Joe, Barry’s foster dad. Hopefully, um, Barry can get back into the swing of things, eventually.” you nod, peeking at your boyfriend.

Another detective shows up, patting the man’s shoulder, “Cisco, don’t you need to get back to work?” Cisco scoffs, rolling his eyes and waving at the two of you. The blonde detective smiles, “Hey Barry, Joe will be over in a minute, he’s on the phone with Iris.” he shrugs, noticing you standing there, “Oh, hi, so sorry, you probably think I’m rude, I’m Eddie Thwane, Iris’ fiance.” he beams.

You introduce yourself again, nudging your boyfriend playfully. “T-th-anks E-ddie. Al-always good t-to see you. Y-you finally…m-meet my gir-girlfriend!” Barry tugs your waist, putting his chin on your head.

Eddie scratches the blonde scruff framing his mouth, leaning towards you, “Honestly, Iris and I thought he would never leave the house…” he whispers, cupping his hand around his lips. You giggle, peering up at the brunette. Silently, Joe walks up behind Eddie, slapping the back of his head. “Ow…”

Joe rolls his eyes, handing his partner the phone, “Iris.” he says; Eddie nods, waving and pressing the phone to his ear as he walks away. “Y/N! Missed ya, girl.“ he smiles, hugging you from the side. You laugh, pulling away after a minute. “Barr-” his voice drifts under your boyfriend’s.

“Joe!“ he rejoices, throwing his arms around the older man, his flannel riding up his back, showing a sliver of pale skin. Joe chuckles, patting his son’s upper shoulder. “D-doctor Rice s-s-says I…I’m ge-tting better ev-every week a-and, um, Y/N th-thinks I’m almost ready t-to st-start my job!” he beams, practically radiating sunshine. God, he’s like a little boy with his foster father.

Nodding proudly, Joe gazes at the two of you with wide brown eyes that look like melted chocolate. He raises both his fists; you pound one, making a blowing sound when you pull away, while Barry touches his to the man’s, giggling the whole time. The older man snaps his fingers, pointing at Barry. “Tomorrow Iris and Eddie are coming for dinner. I don’t suppose…“ he trails off, glancing at you with his lips puckered.

You salute, grabbing Barry’s soft hand, “We’ll be there!” you confirm, earning a glare from your tall boyfriend. The detective laughs, squeezing your arm for a second before somebody beckons him. “Duty calls.“ you joke, fingering your sky blue sweater.

“B-bye Joe!” Barry grins, pushing his black glasses up his nose before waving. His face crumbles as Joe strolls away, lips turning down in a frown. “C-can we go ho-home n-now? My h-head…“ he groans, pressing two of his shaky fingers to his temple, eyes screwed shut.

You hum, nodding and beginning to slowly walk, guiding him to the double doors. “We’re still going tomorrow.” Barry groans in response.


Attack on Titan and the Seven Deadly Sins

I had an anon ask me recently to categorize the Attack on Titan characters as the seven deadly sins and hoo-boy did I struggle with that! 

Since the seven deadly sins don’t include things like “sick desire to humiliate”, “surprising ruthlessness" or “will happily stab you in the gut for science and take detailed notes while watching you die”, I found them woefully inadequate for our story. So rather than a literal interpretation,  I decided to present them this way.

I think the images are self-explanatory, but my detailed reasoning is below the cut.

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Football Lessons - C.H. (Part 2)

Alright…I promise next part will have some smut and be better than the first two parts….

Read Part 1 HERE


“Fuck!” Calum yelled throwing his shirt to the side in annoyance. It was the fourth day of his training session with y/n as she was teaching him a specific type of cross that either ended up with him literally kicking himself or having the ball move 2 feet into the air instead of ten. “I’m never going to get this.”

“Calum, you’re trying to learn a rabona in a week. Ronaldo didn’t learn it in a night, let alone two. You got the roulette down in 2, which took me a week of nonstop practice to get that. Just calm down. It’s not an easy task. Make sure you’re hitting it like you’re actually going to strike the ball.” Calum looked towards her sitting on the bench, nodding slightly before running back to the other side of the field to try again. He knew he shouldn’t be out here for too much longer, one of the last two games were tomorrow and he should really be resting up with an ice bath or in Epsom salt. He started up his run again before cutting the ball back, turning his body, and striking the ball behind himself lifting it into the air towards her. “Yes!”

“Jesus…fuck yeah!” He yelled breathing heavily as he made his way back towards her, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Did you see that?”

“Yes, yes I did,” she giggled as she stood up from the bench, crutches supporting her as he quickly started to change his shoes and throw on a clean shirt. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She didn’t have to wait for him considering he only lived a block away from the school.

“Wait,” he said stopping her before she could start hobbling away. “You hungry?” A small smile made its way to her lips as she nodded, Calum making his way towards her as they headed towards her car. “Want anything special?”

“Just a burger,” she responded as he stole her keys from her, hopping into the driver’s seat while she made her way to the passenger side. They drove across town to a small burger dive that he claimed was the best spot in town, right near the beach. “I really don’t care where we are, Calum.”

“Come on, I can’t take you to a crappy burger shop for a first date. That would just suck.”

“Oh, so this is a date?” She questioned with a snarky tone to her voice as they sat in a booth waiting for someone to take their order.

“Only if you’d like it to be, because I know I do,” he responded resting his arms on the table, muscles showing considering he was only wearing a cutoff.

“I do,” she giggled back causing him to smile as a girl walked over to take their order. “Can I get a bacon burger with sweet potato fries please.”

“Make that two please with two waters and a large chocolate shake.” She nodded, stalking off leaving the two to talk, waiting for their dinner.

“So, how long until your knee is healed and you get off those crutches?” Calum asked picking at his nails.

“I have to go in for surgery next Thursday morning. And a month after that I’ll start PT for about six months so…it’ll be a process,” she responded as he nodded his head before looking back to her.

“So you’ll miss the last game next Friday?”

“I’ll be at your playoff games. I just can’t really go out the day after surgery. I don’t know how much pain I’ll be in and everything, you know?”

“That makes sense,” he responded sipping at his water.

The dinner went by quickly, both of them giggling every few minutes from the messes on their face as they ate. Y/n drove Calum back to his house after the dinner, ending abruptly in a quick kiss on the cheek before the promise of seeing each other after the game tomorrow. When she entered her house, she was met with a confused look from her mom who didn’t seem too happy.

“You missed dinner.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I forgot to call. I went to dinner with a friend.”

“A friend?” She questioned, a smirk falling on her face as she sat on the couch. “A boy friend? Wait, that boy you’ve been helping to train?”

“Yeah, that boy,” y/n responded sitting on the couch next to her young, single mother who’s hair was up in a messy bun, sharing almost the same exact facial features as her daughter except for the different eye color and nose, as well as hair color.

“Well, then, you’re forgiven. I’ve glad you’ve made a friend, y/n. I know this has been a difficult few weeks, adjusting and having to give up football, but everything happens for a reason, hon. But, your uncle called. He’ll be here the day after your surgery to spend time with you and he’s staying for a week. He’s bringing Brooklyn as well.” Y/n nodded her head at the name of her cousin slipping past her mom’s mouth. Her mom was 4 years younger than David, making her 37, having only been 20 when she had y/n, the father only making it to his daughter’s fifth birthday before deciding he wasn’t ready to have a family. It’s what pushed y/n to strive to be the best she could in anything to prove to her father she didn’t need him. She spent all her time with football, and if she wasn’t practicing, her nose was in a school book making sure she kept her grades up. She never had any strong relationships, usually being a shy kid and not liking to open up to new people.

“Sounds good, mum,” she responded as her mom stood up. That’s when y/n took in her mother’s appearance. “Got a date there, hot stuff?”

“Actually, yes…with a friend from work,” her mom responded laughing slightly. “Just a quick trip for ice cream.”

“Mm. Sure. Just make sure to wrap it up, mum.”


“Just looking out!” She responded heading down the hall to her room.


The next week flew by quickly, the boys winning their 2nd to last game by two, with a quick celebration in Ashton’s back yard; a few of the boys from the team (and Michael), as well as a few other friends, y/n included.

It was the morning of her surgery y/n’s nerves off the walls as she sat in the passenger of her mom’s bulky SUV at 5am for a 6:30 surgery. Both girls, sporting messy buns on the top of their heads, looked tired as hell as they listened to soft rock to keep them awake the entire drive into Sydney. Y/n’s phone started to ring catching her off guard, answering it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” she asked sleepily.

“Good morning, beautiful. I just wanted to say good luck with your surgery today and that, if you’re up for it, I can come over tomorrow after the game for a movie night or something,” Calum said into the phone groggily, obviously just waking up now, even though he didn’t have to be at school until 8:00, having no early morning session considering the final game before the playoffs was the next day.

“Oh…thanks Cal. I appreciate it. And I’d really like that actually. My uncle’s going to be in town with my cousin to visit, just a heads up,” she responded not giving names.

“Alright. But, I’ll let you go so I can get another hour of sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up abruptly after that bringing a smile to her face as her mom continued the drive.

“Was that the boy friend?”

“Yes, if your implying that he’s a boy that’s a friend, mum.”

“That’s what I’m implying, hon. Boy, friend, soon to be boyfriend,” she said laughing causing her daughter to roll her eyes.


Y/n woke up the next day,not remembering much after the anesthesia, her knee wrapped up kindly in gauze, the ace bandage next to her bed waiting for it to be wrapped back onto the injury, the feeling of the swelling in her knee foreign to her. The clock across the room read 13:47, the game started in thirteen minutes and she had already slept through breakfast and lunch. Pushing herself up from the bed, grabbing her crutches in the process heading to the living room where she heard laughing coming face to face with Brooklyn Beckham as he attempted to exit the kitchen.

“Well good morning sunshine,” he said sidestepping so y/n could enter the kitchen, her uncle rising from the table to give his niece a quick hug before returning to his seat next to his sister. “How’s the knee, cuzzo?”

“Sore. It doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. I’m still really tired, though,” y/n responded to Brooklyn’s question as her mom placed a sandwich in front of her.

“I’m just glad you’re alright. Vic and the younger kids send their love. Now, who’s this boyfriend your mother’s been telling me about?”

“How about we talk about B’s girlfriend, year?” she tried to change the subject not really knowing what to say about her situation with Calum. Ever since the night when they went to dinner, he would kiss her in school and openly flirt with her, yet there were never any talks about what they were. She just assumed she should be off the market.

“We already talked about Chlo while you were asleep. Your turn,” Brooklyn teased causing her to roll her eyes as David rested his head in his hands on the table. “Let’s hear about your little friend.”

“His name’s Calum, he’s on the football team, and I cussed him out the first day I met him. And we aren’t dating,” she said adding in that last bit of information.

“But your face is turning pink. You like him. When do we get to meet him?”

“You don’t, Brooklyn,” she muttered taking a bite of her sandwich. “You get to meet Harper’s boyfriend when she gets one. I’m not Harper.”

“As your surrogate brother, I volunteer to make sure that he is good enough to date you.” He threw his arm over her shoulder smiling causing her to roll her eyes once again.

“Fuck off, Beckham.”


Y/n sat on her couch waiting for Calum to respond to her multiple texts as Brooklyn threw in a movie pulling a box of pizza on his lap. Their parents had gone out for a few drinks to catch up in Sydney, about thirty minutes away from her house.

“So, where’s lover boy? It’s pushing ten thirty,” Brooklyn asked biting into a slice of pizza. She shrugged her shoulders slightly checking her phone once again sighing before deciding to look at her snapchat, seeing an update from the Hood boy himself.

“WE FUCKING WON! WE’RE HOLDING THE TOURNEY!” He yelled into the camera clearly intoxicate before pressing his lips to the female next to him hearing Luke yell in the background “FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE PUSSY!”

“What the hell was that?” Brooklyn laughed as y/n chucked her phone at her cousin, pulling the pillow into her lap.

“The boy friend,” she muttered back.

Money Shortage*

WARNING: Imagine might contain mature material so read with your own risk! No need to come say to me that I didn’t warned you

Posted on Instagram: 26th July, 2016


I looked myself on the mirror and still put some hair spray even my hair looked pretty good already. “Are you ready yet, Y/N? We’re late already” I heard groan in the hallway. “Yes, just a second” I said and grabbed my purse on the bed.

“Why do girls always takes so long to get ready?” he rolled his eyes when we walked to his car. “I don’t need to maybe even start list those things for you because you couldn’t ever understand” I giggled and he chuckled back: “Yeah, you’re right baby”

He pulled his car on drive way and pressed a gas a bit. We were already 20 minutes late from his parents’ place where we supposed to have a dinner tonight. Hopefully the car drive didn’t last more than 10 minutes before Justin parked his car in front of a big white house. “You ready, Y/N?” he asked and toon me by hand. He knocked on the front door and Pattie, his mom came to open it and smiled for us.

“Sorry that we’re late mom, Y/N had just those makeup and dress problems again and we-” “I understand” she said quickly and pointed us to move in the living room where others was. Jeremy, Justin’s father and his step siblings Jaxon and Jazmyn were waiting for us there and right away when we entered in the room, Jazmyn and Jaxon ran to hug Justin. “Hey, buddies. Did you missed me?” Justin asked them and mixed their hair playfully.

While Justin was asking how everything was going to Jaxon and Jazmyn, I sat down on the chair. Pattie admired my dress and said that black suits me. I thanked her and smiled. That dress was one which Justin had bought me once when we were visiting in Paris few months ago.

“I hope that I could find something like that good-looking at least ones so I could look a bit younger” she told and made me gasp: “What are you talking about? Puff, you look as young and fresh as always” She shook her hand dismissively. “Seriously, I hope that I could look a like as good as you when I’ll be in your age” I continued. “Don’t think something like that yet, Y/N. Enjoy your life with my son when you have still many years left. By the way is there anything you would have to tell us? she winked for me and Justin.

Justin chuckled and sat finally next to me on the other chair. “No, we want first just create a good base of our relationship before we’ll start think about getting married and kids” he said and moved his hand on my shoulder. Pattie looked us disappointed because she probably thought that she could start organize weddings for us right away but no, those things will happen just then when time is right. “You two should start hurry up then. We won’t wait forever with your mom” Jeremy joked.

Pattie called us to the table. “I made fish, potatoes and mini carrots and I hope that you also can eat it Justin even I know that you don’t like fish so much” Pattie told. “No, actually I have started like it, mom” Justin told and took a big piece of salmon which her mom had made for us. “Y/N wasn’t seemly the worst choice as your girlfriend” Jeremy said and took some food on his fork. “You have made a good job” he looked at me and I lightly smiled for him.

I took a one mini carrot in my fork and took a bite of it. I noticed how Justin looked me with corner of his eye. “What?” I mumbled and he shook his head mouthing that nothing. I took another carrot and eat it whole in one time. I heard a low groan next to me and noticed Justin looking at me again. I looked him asking. He pulled me closer and whispered: “Stop making me horny, Y/N. It’s not a good moment, wait that we get back home”

It was hard to hold that laugh inside me when he whispered it. “Well, sorry if I did something inappropriate but I think that I was just eating and that’s all so it might not be my problem then” I whispered back and continued eating like nothing has happened.

It couldn’t last long when his hand moved on my thigh and I had to push it away. However he was too fast and grabbed it on his and moved it over his crotch and boner which he told he had got because of me. He didn’t let me to remove it here so I decided to play a bit and squeeze it. He groaned but got quiet quickly when he realized that there was also others than just me and him on the table.

His mom looked her son asking and kind of shocked. “I just meant that is sooo good mom that I might have to ask you a recipe so Y/N could do this at home too” he said to her and looked me too but I was able to see his eyes that he wasn’t happy of that what I just did. “Well, I can give it to you before you’ll leave” Pattie said and we all continued eating. I removed my hand over his crotch while he was too busy talking with his dad. I think that was enough for him this time.

We thanked for food and I suggested that I could make dishes for Pattie. “No, Y/N darling, you don’t have to I can make those by myself” she told but I still moved in the kitchen with her because Justin looked me with those eyes he could have stroke against me in any second. “It’s fine, Pattie. You made an amazing meal for us already so now it’s your time to get some rest and go talk with your son” I told.

She touched my shoulder lightly and thanked before she disappeared in the living room with others. I heard laughing coming out the and smiled myself while I put my hands in warm water and started wash dishes. I took fright when I suddenly felt strong arms wrab around my waist and hot breathing against my neck.

“It wasn’t nice at all what you did earlier” Justin mumbled and moved his nose against my shoulder and neck. “I’m sorry, baby” I giggled and put the last plate in the shelf to dry. “No, you’re not. You’re a bad girl and nothing can change that fact” he mumbled dangerous close to my ear and bit it gently.

“Mom told that dessert will be served after half hour but I don’t think so that I can last that long” he groaned and I noticed that bulge his pants which was now bigger than ever. “Well, we can’t just leave. That could be so rude, Justin” I hissed and started walk to the living room but he took me by arm and started drag me upstairs. “Where hell are you bringing to me?” I hissed again. “To my room, I need that dessert now or I’ll blow off”

I blushed of his words and followed him in his old room. He closed and locked the door behind him and turned smirking look at me. “So what we have today on list?” he teased and pushed me on his bed. His hands moved under my dress and pulled it up. “I don’t know sir but maybe you should find out it by yourself” I bit my lower lip and felt how his wet lips kissed me over my black panties.

“Someone is ready for me already I see” he looked me in the eyes smirking and pulled my panties off before his mouth moved back between my legs and started suck slowly my nub. His tongue teased my entrance and he dip it there just because he knews it makes me go crazy. I moaned softly but soon he pushed his hand over my mouth. “Shh.. you don’t want that they hear you, right?” he whispered and I nodded agreeing.

He went again back there and added two of his fingers inside me. “Hmm.. you’re so wet, Y/N. Who made you this wet for me?” he groaned in my ear and bit my earlobe. “You” I panted to his ear and made him smirk. “That’s right answer, baby” he murmed and kissed me.

Later I noticed that one kiss had drove us make outing and that my orgasm was closer than ever. “Justin..” I whimpered quietly. “I-I’m comin-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before I already came over his long thick fingers. He took them out and licked pleased. “Mmm.. it was a good dessert, maybe one of my favorites so far” he sighed.

“But now I would have something for you too, don’t you think that I forgot” he continued and nodded me to come closer. I crawled sexily over him and squeezed his bulge roughly which made him almost groan again. “Stop doing that, Y/N, seriously” he warned me. “But I thought that you wanted it” I played innocent while I still continued stroking him through his pants. “Don’t start that game again. You know what to do so don’t waste time when it’s limited”

I took his member out off his pants and took him in my mouth. Justin moved my hair off my face and stroked them when he watched how my mouth bob back and forth against his hard cock. “Keep going, baby. Yes, just like that” he mumbled under his breath.

For our suprise and also fear Pattie’s tender voice called us to come on the table and make me stop and look at Justin scared. “Fast, Y/N. I can’t go downstairs with boner like this” he hissed and I went back to suck him. I took my hand to help and massaged his balls slowly. That has always been the trick which sent him over the edge no matter when or where I had done it. So did it now too.

He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load without thinking about it. “Justin! Y/N! Where are you?” Pattie’s voice was now closer to his room. She was upstairs. “Shit, shit!” Justin cursed and pulled his pants quickly back and threw my panties on the floor for me. “Coming, mom!” he yelled back and pulled me with him just after I got my panties back and dress down. My hair were still a bit messy.

“I showed my old room to Y/N” Justin told quickly and smiled to his mom who was standing behind his room door. “Oh, that’s okay. Now come to table with us. There’s your favorite strawberry cake, Justin” Pattie told but Justin shook his head. “I’m sorry but I think that we’ll let that for you. I’m still full of that salmon” Justin rubbed his stomach. “Me too” I said quickly. “And I think that we should go. Justin has an early morning tomorrow” I added.

“Oh, okay. Well, I can’t maybe force you then to eat but it was nice to see you two after long time” Pattie said and hugged us. “Yes, it was mom” Justin said and gave a light kiss on his mom’s cheek. “I hope that next time you could have news for me with you” she winked for me and made me giggle. “Well, let’s see then” I looked Justin who was smiling too.

Jeremy came to shook hands with us too and greeted everything best. Also Jaxon and Jazmyn came to hug Justin and then also me which was a little suprise because they haven’t done ot ever before yet. Before we left Jeremy however asked Justin in his office and when he came out his face were kind of shocked. We still said byes before we closed the door behind us.

When we sat in the car I had to ask what his dad wanted to tell him and why he looked so shocked when he came out there. “I knows..” I mumbled and made my eyes bigger of shock too. “Did he..” “Yes, he did heard us when we…” he coughed. I covered my face of embarrasment. “This is so awkward” I yelled against my hands.

“You don’t know anything about awkward, dad gave me two packs of condoms, Y/N” he said and showed them on his pocket. “Oh my gosh!” I whined. “I can’t step in that house anymore without thinking about it that your dad knows that we had sex when they were downstairs”

Justin stayed quiet but started laugh soon. “C'mon, it’s not funny at all, Justin” I looked him reproachfully. “It’s not that bad, Y/N. At least he knew now how good I’m to you” he winked. “Oh my god, stop it and start this car so we can leave” I groaned frustrated.

He chuckled and started it and pulled off his parent’s yard. “You own me a blowjob when we get back home” he mumbled. He seemly wanted reminds of it all night. “I don’t own you anything” I said shortly. “You won’t get sex for weeks, mister” He breath out shocked. “Where does that came from? I told you to be quiet if you don’t remember so it’s not my fault”

I shook my head and looked out of the window. “It’s because you can handle your perverse thoughts even one minute” He smirked himself and stopped car in front of our house. “Stop being always so sexy then and I’ll stop” he said and slapped my ass when we walked inside the house

I slapped his hand and raised my index finger: “You earned yourself just one more week” I smirked and let him stood in the kitchen speechless. “Y/N, c'mon! I’m sorry. Don’t do this to me, don’t do this to your best friend.. c'mon!” he groaned and ran after me in our bedroom

Eli Hudson- I like you

Eli had been your friend ever since he started staying with Kieran. You had kissed once or twice but never discussed it.

You pick up your phone hesitantly calling eli’s number. “Pick up, pick up.”

You heard a soft chuckle on the phone. You smile to yourself. You’re quite bored and you need company.
It was Always fun having Eli over. You watched any movie you wanted, he didn’t mind. He usually made you laugh during the movies by being blunt over a character he didn’t like.

“Hey Eli,” you smile checking the time on the clock. “Wanna come over ?”

“Yeah,” you heard breathing on the other side. “I’ll be there soon, I need to talk to you.”

You frowned. “Okay, bye.” You hung up, now getting a nervous ache in your stomach. It wasn’t because he was Eli. It was because your afraid of what he’s going to say and how you’ll respond.

A few minutes later your sat on the couch, munching on potato chips. You stated intensely at the screen waiting for a knock or a ring.

You heard a knock to your satisfaction. You ran to the door almost falling, and swung the door open with a nervous grin.

You step aside so he can come in. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before putting his phone in his pocket and stepping in.

You touched your cheek before turning around.

Maybe you had some feelings for Eli, I mean come on, he’s adorable. The way his blue eyes sparkled before he had kissed you those other times made
You feel great.

Eli was already on the couch nervously moving around, adjusting himself to the cushions. You sat down next to him crossing your legs.

“D-don’t do that,” Eli stuttered a little, his eyes traveling down to your legs.

Your eyebrows touched in confusion. You purse your lips un crossing your legs. “Why?”

“Well,” he takes your hands. “I really like you and I know we kissed a couple times but I want to you to be mine and I want to kiss you whenever I feel like,” he said in one breath.

You were shocked really but you didn’t know what to say. You liked him back of course, but you decided to try something.

You lean forward bringing his lip in between your teeth. You pull back looking at his first to see his expression. His eyes were a different blue now.

Before you could lean back any further he grabbed your waist pulling you forward, his plump lips matched yours and you melted right into his arms.

His hands traveled from your waist, over your stomach, trailing on your thighs. You hummed.

Finally pulling away, you could only hear deep breathing from the two of you.

He smiled slyly. “The curse has been lifted.”

You hit his arm, smiling at the cheesy remark. “It’s not completely lifted yet.” You bring your lips back to his.

le-theatre-des-poupees  asked:




Originally posted by deanwinchesterdaily

Summary: Those three little words are right on the tip of the reader’s tongue … 
Word Count: 1420
Warnings: Brief language. 
Note: One of two Valentine’s Day installments. 

Your name: submit What is this?

So, there’s a thing I have to do on Sunday. Don’t be mad.

You glared at your phone upon reading the text from your boyfriend. The last two months of your life had been a whirlwind – one you rode out happily – but since the two of you had already had your first fight, you were hoping this wasn’t something that was going to cause another one.

Uh-Oh. What’s going on, Sparky?

You had no sooner sent the text message than your phone rang; Dean’s name scrolled across the screen. You couldn’t help your smile as you slid your thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“This must be pretty bad if you’re calling to explain yourself,” you teased.

Dean chuckled. “It really isn’t too bad, but I don’t want you to be disappointed. Especially since it’s our first Valentine’s Day.”

“I like that I have you for Valentine’s Day this year, but if it isn’t a big deal, that’s okay, too,” you admitted. “You know me. Christmas, Fourth of July, and my birthday. Those are a big deal.”

“Which is why – yep.” You could just see him kicking himself; in the interest of not pressuring you, Dean had been ridiculously careful about not using the L word with you again. Even after you assured him it didn’t bother you as long as he was okay with you not saying it back until you were ready, he held back from saying it. “Anyway, the deal is, Mom had a really hard time the first Valentine’s Day that Dad was gone. Since then, Sammy and I have always made sure that she isn’t alone on the day. This year, Sam has already planned this weekend for Jess – next year they’ll have the baby so they may not be able to get away, and it’s my year to be with her …”

“Dean,” you chuckled, “I promise, it’s okay. Spend the day with your mom. We hang out a lot and go on dates pretty often. I will not be upset in the least.”

“Actually, I was thinking maybe you could spend the day with us. I’ll take you to an early breakfast, then we’ll be at Mom’s by lunchtime, and just hang out for the day.”

You smiled to yourself. “That would be amazing. Are you sure she’s okay with me being there?”

“Are you kidding me? It was her idea to have you over with us.”

“Oh, so you didn’t want me there?” you teased.

“Here we go,” Dean groaned.

“I’m kidding! Why don’t you stay with me Saturday night and make me chocolate chip pancakes in the morning, instead of taking me out to breakfast?”

“If that’s what you want, pretty girl.”

“And I’ll make you supper on Saturday night.”

“Perfect. You’re amazing, Y/N. Thank you for being so understanding about this.”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m good,” you assured him. “So you go to bed. I’ll call you in the morning when I’m off.”

Dean bid you good night, and you returned the sentiment before disconnecting the call. Ethan was giving you a stern look, brow raised. You rolled your eyes.


“You need to tell him we put in for the transfer.”

“I will tell him.”


You sighed. “Saturday night, when he’s over for dinner. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, E.”

“You’re changing job, hours, pay.”

“All for the better.”

Ethan sighed. “The point is, you need to keep him in the loop.”

“The point is, maybe … Maybe I’m a little worried about what Dean will think about me considering him when I make plans like this.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Y/N. The man is in love with you. I’ve talked with him about you, seen him around you – trust me. He’s already got the rest of his life planned with you in consideration.”

You hoped that was true.


Saturday night found you frying up some chicken, checking on the mashed potatoes and gravy that were nearly finished, and pre-heating the oven for some biscuits. The corn and green beans wouldn’t take long to heat up – you’d gone the lazy, canned way for those – and waiting for Dean to get out of the shower.

After he had worked some morning hours at the garage, you met him at your grandpa’s land (it was going to take a while for you to get used to calling it yours) and the two of you started some work on the TransAm. After several hours of that, you headed back to your place, showered and started dinner, while Dean went to get his things from his place and headed your way.

“Couldn’t wait to get back over here,” he’d grinned after letting you know he still needed to shower.

You’d smiled and kissed him, still trying to figure out how Fate had landed you with such an amazing man. When he came out of the shower, smelling entirely enticing and looking as handsome as ever, you decided you had certainly gotten the better end of this deal.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Dean sighed against your neck, wrapping one hand around your waist. “This smells delicious.”

“Good. Do you mind putting those potatoes and the plate of chicken on the table, sweetie? I’ll warm up the vegetables and we’ll be ready to eat.”

Dean obliged you, helping you set the table and getting the two cans from the top shelf when you had trouble reaching. Before long, the two of you were seated to a nice, homemade meal.

“So,” you began once you’d both had a chance to dig into your food. “Ethan and Amy are pregnant.”

“That’s great,” Dean congratulated around a mouthful of chicken. “Ethan excited about that?”

“I think so. He wants to transfer to this county. It’s twelve-hour shifts, so he would have more time with Amy and the baby – it’s better for a family life.”

Dean frowned. “So would you get a new partner?”

“Well –” You took a deep breath. “—I wanted to talk to you about that. I needed to put in for the transfer with Ethan so we could keep partnering, but I thought, you know, if you and I … I’m not assuming … but eventually, whether it’s with you or with someone else …”

You had no idea how to get your point across without just coming out and saying it. Dean smirked, amused at seeing you squirm, but assured you that he knew what you meant.

“And I’m kind of glad you’re looking into it,” he admitted. “It’s selfish, but the twenty-four hour shift schedule was a little intense.”

“You’re telling me,” you laughed. “So you’d really be okay with it? The calls are not usually so intense, which I’m kind of bummed about, in a weird way, but it’s actually better pay and benefits since our county is bigger.”

Dean nodded. “Sounds like a good plan to me, then.”


He smiled. “You worry too much about what I’m going to think, Y/N. I’m telling you, I’m in this for the long haul. Now, do you feel well enough about that to talk about the car some more?”

You laughed. “Yes, please. Let’s talk about the car.”

The two of you talked over plans for the TransAm for the next while, packed up dinner, and decided on a movie to watch. You went for the bedroom to change into sweats first, catching sight of the cute little teddy bear setting against the pillows. You changed into your comfortable pants, hugged the teddy bear to your chest with one hand and held an envelope behind your back with the other, and went smiling back out to the couch.

“I love it,” you grinned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Dean smiled, coming over to kiss you.

“These are for you.” You handed him the envelope and watched as his eyes grew wide.

“Tickets for Opening Day?”

You nodded. “Royals against the Mets. Right behind the dugout.”

“You’re the best, seriously.” He pulled you against his chest and kissed you sweetly. “I know I’m not supposed to say it but … Damn, pretty girl. I love you.”

You laughed and kissed him again. Taking a deep breath, you thought maybe you were ready to say the words … But the ringing of Dean’s phone interrupted your thoughts.

“Sammy, hey. How’s the trip?” Dean’s easy countenance turned to concern – and maybe fear? – in an instant. “Which hospital? All right, we’re on the way.”

Pinky Swear

im waiting for my gym buddy to wake up and while i do so im watching snow white, the old animated movie, and i wish they still made those versions. it’s classic and elegant in a way even though snow white wore shoes shaped like a potato. and her voice is so tiny i can just put it in my pocket