i wonder if they know each other

Must Be Nice (Ethan Dolan Imagine)

Description: Ethan has gone to the park to clear his head after a rough past 7 months because of a breakup.  What he didn’t expect was for a stranger to sit next to him, quickly gain his trust and persuade him to open up to her and realize that it’s okay to move on.

Word Count: 1,765

Warnings: Mild language.  Fluff?  I guess?

A/N:  I know it’s been a while since I posted something, but here I am, back at it again!  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Here you go @scuteedolans

Look @dolanxtwinzz and @dolandreaming I finally wrote something again!

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How to Know if a Girl is a Lesbian

Anonymous requested: Hi ohmygod I love your acc haha,Do you do song fics? Cause I have an idea for maybe a Natasha x reader but Im crap at writing, so basically it’s the song how to know if a girl is a lesbian by ally hills,it’s on yt and like maybe Natasha is trying to figure out if the reader is gay?? Also your writing is amazing!!! ✨

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x lesbian!reader
Word count: 916
Warnings: None
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Making Something Out Of Nothing At All

A follow up to Out Of Nothing At All although it could work as a stand alone one shot. Fluff and smut

The ceremony had been perfect and the reception even better. Spencer couldn’t have looked any more handsome than he did and Saoirse had looked just adorable as the flower girl, being led around by Jack and Henry as page boys.

You’d asked Aaron to give you away, your own father having passed away years ago, and the tears and emotion in his eyes had been enough to cause even Derek and Rossi to well up.

Even your mother and step father r had surprised you, making the effort to come down, along with George and Lia who had ended up being one of your bridesmaids.

The night was almost over and nearly all the guests had left. Aaron came over to you, Saoirse asleep in his arms, her brunette curls falling softly on his shoulder.

“We’re going to get off Y/N. This one’s fast off and I don’t think Jack will be too far behind. There’s no rush to fetch her tomorrow.”

“Thanks for having her tonight Aaron. And thank you for today. It meant a lot to me, having you give me away.“

“It was an absolute pleasure and a privilege Y/N. You look beautiful and you two are perfect together. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He bent in and kissed your cheek and you knelt to Jack’s level to give him a quick hug and kiss too.

Seeing that Hotch was leaving, the rest of the team came over to say their own goodbyes, Spencer joining you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Penelope hugged you, whispering into your ear. “Now just for your wedding night fun. I hope he likes the presents we got him!”

You laughed at her, remembering how weird you’d first found it when Penelope had presented you with the bridal lingerie you were wearing. It was hers and Derek’s present to you, purchased from a very high end store where you knew a pair of panties could cost as much as two hundred dollars.

“You know he’s just going to tear it off and not even appreciate it right?” you’d told her.

“He’ll have to appreciate the bodice, it’ll probably take him a good twenty minutes to get you out of it.” She’d retorted. She’d had a point, it had taken her and JJ ten minutes to get you into it this morning, the tiny hook and eyes being stupidly fiddly. Personally, you could see scissors being used, thinking that neither of you would have the patience.

You said your goodbyes to everyone before turning to Spencer and grinning.

“Hey handsome husband ….”

He grinned back. “Hey beautiful wife……Shall we go and see what the honeymoon suite has to offer us?”

“I definitely think we should.”

You grabbed your purse that had been stashed behind the bar for safe keeping, waving to the bar and wait staff that were starting to clear away and you both made your way to the elevator, giggling with each other like teenagers.

When you got to your room, you fumbled inside your bag for the key, knowing that JJ and Kate had been up just before they’d left and wondering what they’d set out for you.

Reid took the key off you and pushed the door open, you seeing that there was no need for you to even switch a light on. They’d lit tons of tiny little candles, some floating in bowls of water, other in holders on various surfaces.

Rose petals adorned the bed cover and there was a bucket of champagne chilling next to the bed, two glasses already poured for you. Music was playing softly in the background, coming from an ipod dock in the corner of the room.

Spencer looked at you curiously, he hadn’t realised the girls had taken the key from you.

“Hey it wasn’t me…. You know I’m not this romantic. JJ and Kate… ”

He laughed quietly, leaning in and kissing your cheek gently. “You can do romance when you want to, just your own special kind.”

“Now,” he continued. “I’m supposed to carry you across the threshold right?”

“Not in this dress you’re not… It’s too… froofy. You’ll never manage it. I’ll shall walk. And then you can strip it off me and carry me to the bed.”


You walked into the room, Spencer following you and closing the door. Walking straight over to the champagne, you took a flute, holding out the other glass to him and taking a long drink. It wasn’t that you needed anymore alcohol, but for some reason you were slightly nervous even though you’d done what you were both about to do a million times. In fact, you’d bet Spencer would even know exactly how many times you had. But you weren’t going to ask him.

He took his drink too, draining it quickly before kicking his shoes off and removing his suit jacket. His tie had been loosened hours ago and he removed his cufflinks carefully, placing them on the bedside cabinet.

“I can’t believe we did it. Took us almost four years and five cancellations, but we did it!” He looked at you, his hazel eyes sparkling with joy.

“I know right…. I never actually thought I’d get the chance to wear this dress!” You started pulling the pins and clips out of your hair, letting it tumble loosely around your shoulders and shaking it out.

“Well you did. And as beautiful as you look in it, can we get you out of it already. Morgan’s been teasing me relentlessly all evening, telling me that he and Penny had bought me something special and that you were wearing it.”

“Hahaha. It’s just expensive lingerie…. I honestly don’t think you’ll like it that much.”

“Well let’s see then shall we. Turn around please.”

You obeyed and your felt him move behind you, and lifting your hair, moving it over one shoulder so he could see your back. You felt his warm lips on your neck, kissing gently down the side of your throat as he felt for the hidden zipper at the side of your dress, lowering it once he located it.

Your dress now open, you both worked together to push it off you and to the floor, a small groan leaving your husband’s lips as he saw the ivory lace corset you were wearing underneath, it doing a fabulous job of pushing your breasts up and excentuating your cleavage.

He took your hand, helping you as you stepped out of the dress, neither of you stopping to pick it up off the floor. It’s not like you’d be wearing it again.

“I can’t exactly bend properly in this thing. I need you to help take my shoes off.” You said to him, watching his eyes rake over your body, taking in the pale silk stockings and the lace french panties.

“I think we’ll leave them on for a while.” He pulled you towards him closely and captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss, you feeling him already hard against your hip.

Running his hands up and down the body of your corset and over the lacey texture of the fabric covering your butt, he moaned softly. He broke the kiss, moving his lips close to your ears and whispering as his fingers searched for a way to remove the clothing that was encasing your torso.

“You look stunning… And sexy as hell. But if you can’t bend that easily, then it needs to come off. Plus, it’s covering your nipples. And I know you really want to feel my mouth on them right?”

From being sweet and romantic Spencer, to sexy and filthy Spencer in the blink of an eye. It still impressed you how quickly he was able to do that.

You turned quickly, you really did want his lips on your breasts. “See the hook and eyes? You have to undo them.”

The noise he made was almost a hiss, and you knew he was frustrated seeing the work it would take to get you out of it.

He moved behind you again, his fingers starting to work and you feeling the bodice starting to get looser and looser. Reaching back, you started to palm his bulge through his pants hearing a sharp intake of breath as you applied pressure and stroked gently.

His groans became louder and he started to fumble, losing his concentration on the tiny hooks that were keeping you from him. You chuckled.

“Stop it Y/N….. ”

“Whhhyy?” you teased, applying even more pressure and squeezing lightly as your stroked his erection.

“You fucking know why….I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that to me and I want… No, need to get this off you.”

“Why…. ” You asked again. He grunted, not being able to stop himself from bucking against your hand.

“So I can lay you down on that bed and make love to my wife.”

“Make love?…… Oh Spence, when do we ever do that?” You knew exactly what he meant and understood his sentiment, but it definitely wasn’t a term you were used to using.

“I’m trying to be romantic here, it’s sounds better than fucking my new wife senseless. Now…… I’m done.”

He peeled away the corset from your body and tossed it to one side, the cool air feeling luscious against the bare skin that it had been covering all day.

Still stood behind you, Spencer pulled you back so you were flush against his chest, his warm hands wandering over your stomach, grazing over your hardened nipples and causing a gasp to catch in your throat.

Hearing the gasp he moved his fingers to the now stiff peaks, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand trailing down to the lace that was covering your centre and starting to massage you gently through the fabric. The friction from the lace sent an almost instant shudder through your body and your head lolled back, hitting his chest.

Feeling your reaction, Spencer increased his movements on you, the lace dragging against your now extremely sensitive clit causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth in order to stifle the moans you wanted to let out.

“Spencer…… ” You groaned softly, the sensation of him alternating between pinching and lightly pulling on your nipples making you wet. The lace between your legs was so thin you knew he had to be able to feel it.

“Hmmmm? What does my beautiful wife need?” He responded, grinding himself against your behind.

“You…. Inside me. Now….Ugh… Fuck.”

He shifted his hand, sliding his fingers under the edges of the panties and teasing your slit with them.

“Like this?”

You gasped as he pushed inside.

“Yes! But no…… ” You reached behind and gripped his dick through his trousers.

“I want that inside me.”

He pulled his hand back and you spun around quickly, your fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing it off before moving to his belt, his hands joining you and helping.

Once Spencer was free from all clothing, your crawled onto the bed, a pair of soft hands tugging at your panties and pulling them down and off as you lay back. Using your heeled foot, you hooked your leg around your husbands leg pulling him towards you, between your stockinged legs and onto the bed.

Bending his head he kissed your tummy, his lips tracing the pale silvery strength marks left over from Saoirse the way he always did. He didn’t even need to have to his eyes open to find them now, having mapped out every inch of your body in his mind long ago.

His hair trickled you as he made his way up your torso, his lips like butterflies over your skin until he reached your mouth again.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pulled him closer, feeling him hard against your entrance and now desperately needing him inside you.

“Please….I need you,” you whined, rubbing yourself against him.

“Good. Because I need you too.” Using his hand, he positioned himself against you and pushed in slowly, you both moaning. It didn’t matter that this had happened a thousand times and that you were certain you were now moulded to take him perfectly, that moment when he first filled you, always caused you to groan.

Dropping his forehead so that it rested against yours, you looked deeply into your husband’s eyes, them staring adoring back at you.

“I love you Spencer. So much.” You breathed out.

“I love you too Y/N.” He kissed you deeply, before started to move inside you. His thrusts began slowly and then quickly increased, him pulling almost all of the way out a few times, before driving himself back deeply inside of you.

“Fuuuck, Y/N…..This will never get old will it?”

“I….. Oh fuck… Hope not….. Ah.” Reaching between your bodies, you began to work your clit quickly. Spencer needed both arms to hold himself up and you needed release quickly.

“Shiiit…. You know I love it when you do that.” He smirked, looking between you and seeing your hand moving between you, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“That’s one of the……. Ugh….. reasons I do it…” You groaned out. It was true. Some guys you’d been with before hated seeing you getting yourself off. Spencer loved it.

You were starting to get closer, the room down filled with the sounds of your breathing and whimpering, the flickering candles casting shadows against the walls.

You could feel that tell tale tremble starting in your leg, knowing that he felt it too. He immediately increased his momentum, thrusting quicker, not pulling out as far each time.

“Fuck….. Oh fuck….. ” Panting, your gasps became louder as you came, your free hand digging into the skin of Spencers back as your fingers rubbed your clit frantically. Your orgasm shook through you, Reid’s eyes closing as your walls tightened around him.

It took just a minute more before he joined you, your name on his lips as he came, thrusting hard and deep inside of you as his orgasm filled you.

Collapsing on top of you, you lowered your legs to the bed and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, whispering “I love you’s” against your skin.

You lay together for a few minutes before your sweat began to cool and you started to feel cold.

“Spence……” You pushed lightly and he took that as his cue and rolled off you. He slipped your heels off quickly , pulling the cover from the end of the bed over you both before wrapping his arm around you.

“Mrs Reid…. ” He smiled at you, his fingers stroking your cheek.

You laughed softly, the name sounding so strange.

“We finally did it…..”

“That we did.” He agreed.

“You know…. I’ve been thinking. It might be nice for Saoirse to have a sibling.”

“Are you serious?” His smile grew so wide.

“I am…. I’ll need to go back to the doctors first though… But, if you’re up for it?” You couldn’t believe you actually wanted another child, but it had been something you’d been thinking about for a while, and tonight seemed like the perfect time to tell him.

“I’m definitely up for it. In fact… I think we should get in some more practice…. ” He scooted closer to you, his hand tracing over your tummy again.

“Give me a a few minutes Spence.”

“Sure thing… Mrs Reid.” 

weiila  asked:

On the subject of accessability, I know it's getting more common by the year here in Europe but I don't know about the rest of the world: Pallet collar gardening. You can get cheap, used pallet collars from transportation firms and whatnot, and then fill them with earth and compost and use them to garden in. It saves space and lets even people in wheelchairs do gardening, because if you put three or four on top of each other it's easy to reach. It's brilliant and I want more people to know!

Pallet collar gardening is wonderful, I totally agree! Reusing things which would otherwise become scrap to make gardening easier is a great idea. It also keeps things neat and organised, which I find rather appealing. ☀️

I’m also not sure how common this is in other parts of the world, but I’d love to see the idea catch on. If those frames are properly lined, you could even do some gardening if all you have is a concrete yard!

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cinder03  asked:

I wonder.... What will Rex do when he finds otMystery is in the hospital? .o.

What me and sam had in mind is that they first meet there, Rex works at the hospital’s bar and they know each others there

anonymous asked:

I wish you would share your thoughts about Harry. I feel like you want people to catch on on something they might have no clue about or haven't even considered. Would be great to hear your vision and opinion.

Thank you for wanting to hear my opinion. You’re right. I want people to see what I see. So many people seem to love Harry without seeming to see what I see, and it just baffles me to no end because what I see is what makes me stay here. It’s what makes me respect the hell out of him, and all the boys, by extension. I feel like I don’t understand any of them nearly as well as I do Harry, but the things I see from him help me figure out the others. I’m sure some of that is projection and bias- I often wonder if I’d be a bit more like Harry were I raised differently (and had his talent). I often try to put myself in each of their shoes, and Harry’s just fit the best. I’ve been able to understand his past actions and predict others because it’s exactly what I would expect for myself.

Harry doesn’t like to lie, but he has no problem pretending to be someone else if everyone knows he’s not being himself, because he’s not really lying that way. He’s incapable of not taking into account others’ feelings. He respects other people, sometimes more than he really wants to. It’s reflex. He can’t deal with hurting anyone, and will gladly hurt himself first. It’s a strength, and it’s a weakness, and tptb know it.

Tptb wanted him to be the cash cow. He was supposed to be the rockstar heartthrob that everyone had a chance with. Imagine the dollar signs that flashed in front of their eyes when they found someone young, impressionable, charming, a bit androgynous, and eager to please. He was the perfect person to take advantage of. And they did. I think they still are.

Think about his current image. He’s still being pushed as the heartthrob rockstar. He’s not allowed to publicly interact with anyone in a way that doesn’t support the idea that he’ll love anyone and everyone. It’s a truth that they’ve twisted, so it’s hard for him to ever fight it.

Think about what he said he wanted when he was younger. He liked being domestic. He liked being with one person only. He hated being seen as a womanizer. I think that had less to do with the fact that he was with a man, and more to do with the fact that he could never be harmful to someone else like that, and it hurt that anyone could think that of him.

I think all he wants is to be able to be himself, privately and publicly, and he’s not there yet. I see so much two-sidedness in everything he has done as a solo artist, and it’s very him except for one thing. I think he likes being a bit mysterious. I think he likes sharing things about himself, but only if you earn it- only if you put in the work to meet him halfway. That way it’s communication and human interaction instead of just screaming into the void.

I think he has a much easier time expressing himself through actions and other nonverbal communication, but he loves being able to verbalize his thoughts, too, especially in creative ways. He loves a good puzzle, especially if he makes it. He needs that intellectual challenge and outlet.

I think he loves rock music but has zero interest in being a typical rock star. He just isn’t, and as I said, he doesn’t like to lie. Beyond that, I think he despises anything that puts him into one box or another. He doesn’t like being tied down like that. He wants to be free to explore, to keep his mind and his options open. He appreciates nuance and variety.

All that said, he needs his routine. He needs his home base. He needs some constancy. Back to tptb, think about the one thing they can always hold over his head. The one thing that he will always hurt himself for first. The one thing he will give up everything for; just ask him to.

I think Harry is doing everything he can to be more powerful, but I think all of this is why and how he’s doing it, and so much of what we see is that battle. I know who I want to win, and I know who is already on his side, fighting too.

I hesitated to say some of this, but I hope I made some people who believe we’re on opposite sides really question if that’s the truth, or just the story we have been told.

Last night my boyfriend and I talked about how hard things have been since my relapse started in May. He acknowleged that I have come a long way since then but I know that the past two months have been very upsetting and scary for him. We have a wonderful relationship and no matter how much I’m struggling, it has never affected how much we love and care for each other. But I think I hadn’t realized how bad things have gotten again and our conversation last night was a real eye-opener for me. So yeah, hearing all that stuff was hard but today I got up and I made myself breakfast for the first time in weeks. I ate all my meals and snacks. The eating disorder often makes me lose sight of what really matters but I’m so so lucky that I have people in my life who remind me of why I need to start fighting for myself again. I don’t know, things are still messy but at least I’m feeling more hopeful

anonymous asked:

Just a tought but maybe for the 'Ryan goes back in time and see Sad Tiny Shane' it could be lke the Christmas Carol type of thing? Spirits of love and friendship or whatever visit Ryan in his sleep and take him to a journey to the past, present, and future of his friend Shane Madej (and y'know it's almost christmas so :p)

I feel like, what is the like, turning point though? like, in a Christmas Carol, Scrooge is an asshole for a long time, and its about him becoming a better person. But like? Ryan isn’t an asshole or whatever.

I wonder if like, what would prompt the time travel? Like they have a horrible fight and don’t speak to each other but then what? A fairy pops out of thin air and is like “ryan you asswipe, you really hurt his feelings”


that would be kinda funny.

just a meddling fae or something. 

hmmm….. /thinking emoji/

Cullen & Lydia. The awkward college student edition.

Lydia: I think we really like each other, and we should start dating. 

Cullen: That sounds reasonable. 

Lydia: (raises eyebrows.) Reasonable? Not…oh, I don’t know, amazing or wonderful? 

Cullen: Well, sure it is. I mean…I have thought of this. Thought of us, together, I mean. But it’s also reasonable. You’re the smartest person I know. (coughs) and the loveliest. And…

Lydia: Kiss me now you fool. 

Cullen: (hastily) Right. Of course. 

(Before they can, Jim walks in.) 

Jim: Cullen. You wanted to know the answer to Professor Leliana’s calculus homework. 

Cullen: WHAT

Jim: Professor’s Leliana’s homework. You wanted it solved “without delay”

Cullen: Dirty Look.

Jim: Or to your desk. Right. (Runs)

Lydia: If you need…(but he kisses her and interrupts her.)

Cullen: (after) I’m sorry. That was um…really nice. 

Lydia: Uh. “nice” doesn’t even cover half of it. 

(Cue more kissing until they’re falling on the floor. Meanwhile, Jim can be seen from the corner, recording the whole thing.)

katniss-the-dragon-101  asked:

I kinda wonder how it would be if Jackson and Angus met each other. It would probably be a little weird since they're from two different worlds kinda y'know?

Oh yeah! Just think if Jackson met Google! The technology alone would blow his mind. I get the feeling he would spend all day just asking Google questions about this time period and what all had happened since. It would interesting! ~Admin Panda

whispers i know it was probably never gonna be a thing but animal and whatnot girl were really perfect for each other and i wonder if they ever think about/miss each other at times. do they still keep in contact? maybe catch up on skype now and then? imagine animal getting all hyped when he sees whatnot girl for the first time in ages and tries to jump in the screen to dance with her and floyd has to hold him back but then whatnot girl suggests they do a virtual dance and they both scream and fall on the floor just like old times 

clutches heart

jonsei93  asked:

I dunno if you ever got an ask like this from me, but....I gotta question about Venomous's dad? Is he still around? Is he, like, Crystal's second husband and helped raise Venomous, or did he leave them behind? Just wondering.

Chuck is still around! He’s on his own after the divorce
Crystal at the time before Venomous was born she hung out with fang, they really loved each other but guilt got the best of Crystal, so she told fang she wants to work on her marriage with Chuck. (One of her many mistakes.) Fang respected that and kept his distance.. Venomous doesn’t know who his bio dad is but he never asked his mom.

I crave love,
the purest, deepest and rawest form of it.
The movie love, the book love, the Romeo-Juliet love.

Just someone’s careless kisses on my neck and my yearning lips,
Someone to hold hands with and run into the sunset with,
Someone I can write about endlessly, never getting tired of writing about how they are my sole galaxy in this dark universe, my one nice thing,
About How every word that falls off their lips can put poetry to shame,
Or how his eyes have all my favorite colors in one place, right where I can see them.

How his hands are rough and strong,
And how mine are soft and fragile,
How he would kiss my fingers Every time I would remind him why I love him.

How he and I would make each other mix tapes and pretend we’re in the 90’s.

I wonder if he would write about me too,
That’s the dream, two writers in love.
Exchanging letters and small notes,
Proclaiming our love in ways that haven’t been written about yet,
With two different point of views for the same story.

I want to dance with him, even though I don’t know how to and I am sure he’s a brilliant dancer,
And I want him to sing with me,
Even though he is a terrible singer,
I want to kiss him,
Which is nice cause we’re both great kissers.

I want to hear his far fetched theories about alternate universes and how he reckons
we stumbled across each other, fate or sheer coincidence?

I want to fall in love with the whole person, and not just the idea of them I have constructed in my head.

I want to love them for being shitty, for being sad, for being weird, for crying, for being pathetic,
For being one hundred percent themselves, and being okay with letting me see every side they deemed unlovable.

I want to kiss him lazily like we have all the time in the world and also urgently, like there’s no tomorrow.

I want to cuddle with him, trying to burrow myself deeper into his scent and him,
That’s what I think heaven will smell like,
Leather, cinnamon and him.

I think heaven will sound like his voice,
Every goddamn thing he says sounds like honey and chocolate milkshakes.

Where are you?
When are you planning to show up?

I am exhausted even though I am only seventeen,

But I’ll wait till I am seventy if I have to.


Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

Knight in Shining Armor (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Requested by: @cometoceantrenches ( Okie since you take requests, is it okay if you write smth with our boi Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other?? im sorry if its long af, you just write rlly well *ugly cries*)

Summary: While waiting for the Snow Ball to end, Steve and you catch up at a local cafe where they recount the events of the demo-dogs, and then conversation becomes personal.

Word Count: 3013

Warnings: fluffy af and some smooches. Also get’s a bit emotional towards the end. lets also assume he’s always ooc to me

Note: if there is another gif that kills me it’s also this one!  I kind of just a little went overboard and it’s pretty long but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Enjoy!!!

Minor Spoilers of Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

“Do I look okay?” your sister Jen asked for the 100th time from the backseat of your mother’s car. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at her.

“You look great, Jen,” you replied.

“You didn’t even look!” she cried.

For perhaps the third time you spun yourself around to take a look at your sister who was all dolled up and ready for the Snow ball.

“You look beautiful, now stop asking and stop touching your hair,” you slapped her hand away lightly, she flinched and grumbled. You knew she had a crush on one of the boys there, she just wouldn’t tell you who it was. But by how nervous she was, and how she was acting, you knew what was bothering her.

“Hey…whoever this boy you’re crushing over…he’s gonna think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room okay? And he’s going to ask you to dance,” you said, fixing her hair for her. Jen blushed.

“And if he doesn’t?”

You scoffed, “Then he’s a damn idiot, and you’re too good for him,” Jen let out a laugh. Your mother glanced at you two before pulling up in front of the school, behind another car who was dropping off their kid.

Unfortunately for you, your mother had wanted you to stick around the parking lot all night and wait for the Snow ball to end. Also, it was really, really cold out there. But, you didn’t want your mom to worry over Jen all night, so you agreed to stay. You would find something to do, even if that included freezing to death.

Death. Hah. That word honestly didn’t even faze you that much anymore, not after what had occurred in the past month. Images of alien like dog creatures Dustin had called ‘Demo-dogs’ flashed through your mind, especially of the one he called ‘Dart’ who nearly chewed your face off. And then there was that girl with the slicked back hair who everyone seemed to recognize except for you and Steve. Apparently, she had superpowers and helped close the gate and saved the world or something. You honestly didn’t know what to believe, or even do with all this newfound information.

You guessed life would just go on eventually, and somehow you’d manage to live past it.

You stood next to your sister, both of you waving good-bye to your mother, who yelled, “Have a good time and be safe!” before driving off and out of the drop-off zone. Jen sighed, flattening down her light pink dress.

“Are you really going to stay out here all night?” Jen asked as you both walked towards the entrance, you shrugged.

“It’ll be fun- staying out here all by myself in the freezing cold in order to avoid my past middle school teachers trying to catch up with me,” Jen laughed, stopping in front of the entrance and turning to face you.

“Are you sure I look okay, (y/n)?”

You glared slightly at her, pretty sure she’s just taking in the compliments, but you just smiled and held a thumbs up. Jen was about to speak before her eyes caught something behind you. Her cheeks suddenly turned the same color as her dress. You raised a brow, and turned around, seeing who had made her all flustered.

“Dustin?” you asked, the younger boy was surprised to see you here, but not as surprised as you when you saw how much his hair looked super familiar.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?” he asked, you tore your eyes from his hair and pointed behind you.

“Just dropping off Jen-” but when you turned around, she was gone and already in the gym. You blinked, huffing slightly as you realized that Dustin was the boy she was so keen on. You laughed lightly, thinking that it was the cutest thing ever.

Your mind went back to Dustin’s hairstyle the moment you looked back at him.

“Okay- tell me right now…is Steve your role model or something?” You asked, jokingly. Dustin gave you an annoyed look before you chuckled, “You look great kiddo, now go in there and for the love of god find Jen and ask her to dance,” you winked. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.

“Wait- what? really?”

You clicked your tongue before your eyes went to the car Dustin had gotten out of. Your jaw dropped when you instantly recognized it as Steve’s. Dustin noticed your excitement and gave a smug smile.

“He’s staying because he saw you and is hoping you’ll go over there to talk or something,” he said nonchalantly, you side-glanced Dustin, seeing him look at the car and wave. You can just feel Steve’s glare on the kid. You merely laughed it off.

“Don’t you have a ball to attend, kid?” you asked, Dustin cursed softly and walked into the entrance, muttering something about asking Jen to dance, a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest before turning and starting to walk over to Steve’s car.

You leaned down to his open window, a toothy grin and asked, “Is that you Steve? My knight in shining armor?” Steve smiled at the sight of you, and waved your comment off.

“Yeah, the one and only,” he responded, knowing you were referring to when he saved you from losing your face to some demo-dog, “Are you going to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Gotta stay here until it ends and make sure Jen is still alive after or something,” you shrugged, Steve laughed.

“Oh no- that’s not okay,” he said, “As your knight in shining armor, I’m going to save you from freezing to death…” he reached over and opened the car door, his other hand still resting on the wheel. You put your hand over your heart.

“Wow…what a gentlemen,” you commented as you climbed into his car, Steve shrugged, eyes still resting on you. You didn’t notice the way he stared at you, like Dustin had noticed when Steve pulled up and saw you.

“That’s what I am, didn’t you know?”

You just hummed, hugging your arms closer to you. Steve noticed, eying your shivering form before an idea popped in his mind.

“Wanna go get a warm drink or something?” he asked, you tilted your head in thought.

“Warm drink? You mean like coffee?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.Steve stared at you for a moment, before realizing how stupid he must sound.

“I said that…” he muttered. You snickered, but nodded.

“Yeah, I could go for a warm drink…” Steve cracked a smile, eyes still lingering on yours before starting his car. When he looked away as he began to drive out of the parking lot, you looked at the side of his face, thinking you saw a shade of pink on his cheeks…but it was too dark.

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               “No, you utter moron.” Draco snarled out in a whisper. “The instructions clearly read to add one bat spleen not two.”

               It took a lot of self-control for Harry to reign in the urge to commit murder. There were too many witnesses and Snape would probably enact revenge before he could even blink. He had thought that maybe after the war things would mellow down between the two of them, but it would seem that arguing was the only familiar action either of them could resort to.

               “If your ginormous head and ego wasn’t in the way, I might have been able to see that.”

               Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously as he wondered if Snape would look the other way if he just dunked Potter’s head in the cauldron. It would have to improve the Gryffindor’s stupidly handsome appearance. Part of him—a small part—didn’t want to fight with the brunette but the rest of him loved the normalcy to it. The simple but yet established argufy.

               “I will have you know that my ego could do with more inflation and my head is proportionate to my body.” The ‘unlike yours’ was left out but Draco felt as if his point had been met.

               That had Harry arching a lone brow. “If you inflate your ego any more than it already is, I fear what will happen to the rest of us. We will be collateral damage to your impending disaster.”

               “Salazar, I swear if you don’t start improving our potion instead of standing around like the gaping fool that you are, I will—”

               “You’ll what?” Harry interrupted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring angrily.

               “Potter, quit talking and actually participate in today’s potion.” Snape’s voice rang out, catching the rest of the class’ attention.

               Before Harry could point out that Malfoy had been talking too, the man continued with a smirk. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

               For a brief—nearly minuscule—moment, Harry thought about telling the man exactly what he thought of his unfair treatment, but common sense kicked in and he wisely kept his mouth shut. He had also thought that the man would improve after nearly dying but of course that was just asking too much.

               It wasn’t until Snape turned around that Harry looked back to the potion. He pointedly ignored Malfoy’s smug smirk.

               “Karma; such a beautiful thing.” Draco whispered, loving the way the brunette clenched his jaw angrily. Merlin, he never felt more alive than when he was baiting Potter.

               “I fucking hate you.” Harry whispered back, shaking his head firmly when the smirk widened. He was too distracted by the Slytherin’s pretentious but perfect teeth that it wasn’t until the cauldron emitted a horrible smell that he knew a mistake had been made.

               “I deserve an Order of Merlin for having to deal with you.” Draco growled as he shoved the other boy to the side and began trying to fix whatever the idiot just did.



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