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Barely Dressed; Never Snogging

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The first time Lily Evans wore James Potter’s shirt was an accident.

Lily grabbed it from the clean laundry pile that the House Elves placed on her trunk the night before. She threw it over her head and as it slid down her face into place she realized how good the shirt smelled. She mused that when her clothes came back from the elves, they never smelled so…good.

She didn’t notice it wasn’t one of her Gryffindor shirts until the hem fell right above her knees like a very short dress. The soft cotton was well worn and soft against her bare skin, colored scarlet with a lion rearing on the front majestically. Lily pulled it off just as quickly as she’d put it on, checking the tag and seeing no name written in. When she flipped it over to view the back she was in luck.

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matildaswan  asked:

park bench, Gay Shit(tm), berena

She finds her on the park bench - tucked away and lonesome on the grounds of the hospital - a cigarette perched between her slender fingers and her briefcase perched on her lap; lips downturned and face cast upward to the late night (early morning) sky. 

They’re new to each other. They’re in the first weeks of a nascent friendship - an affection built almost entirely in the same queues for coffee, the same elevator rides, the same godforsaken conferences, that drag on for hours and bore them to tears. They barely know each other, and Serena thinks briefly that she should leave her be, to her cigarette, to the stars. But she feels a surge of tenderness when Bernie lowers her face, catches her gaze, offers one of her pursed lip smiles (small, sincere). She shuffles a hand through her shock of wayward hair, crushes the cigarette on the ground beneath her shoes as Serena takes a seat next to her, far enough (close enough) for friends.

‘Bad day?’

‘The worst’, she laughs, low and humourless; and Serena turns, strains her eyes, can make out the low slump of her shoulders, the anxious fretting of her hands - twisting and pulling at the ring on her left hand (round and round) (on and off). 

‘I don’t wanna go home’, she says, chews at her lip instead of continuing, doesn’t know how to say that she doesn’t want to go home to him, to bed with him, breakfast with him, days and months and forever with him, with Marcus, and she hates herself for it. She clears her throat, instead, kicks at the dirt beneath her feet; furrows her brow. ‘It’s lonely there’.

Serena can see the constellation of freckles on her nose in the dull light of the moon, of the broken street light - and the way her face tenses, every muscle in her body tenses - desperate not cry; and she has no idea what to do. They barely know each other. She’s in no position to offer advice, to offer her a place to stay, a shoulder to cry on - and she’s sure she wouldn’t take it anyway. 

But she likes her. She likes her a lot. Finds herself quite desperate to be her friend, finds herself (unexpectedly, undeniably) invested in the happiness of Bernie Wolfe.

So she shuffles closer, moves so that her shoulder bumps against Bernie’s, so that their thighs brush each other’s - through her tight jeans, through her thin scrubs. So she stays, for a while, her warm breath making clouds in the cold air, a hand stretching out to rub briefly against her arm, quiet, affectionate, on the park bench with her. 


She finds her on the park bench  - tucked away and lonesome on the grounds of the hospital - a coffee in each hand; her lips stretched in a smile and her face turned upwards, eyes closed, towards the soft, fleeting heat of the mid-morning sun. 

‘You were supposed to sleep in’, she admonishes, as she comes closer, and Bernie lowers her face, hair in curtains around her happy expression. Serena had left her, early that morning, tangled in sheets and face buried in the pillow. Serena had left her with a kiss, at the corner of her mouth, near her ear, on the constellation of freckles which decorate her nose; jealous of her day off, desperate to crawl back into Bernie’s bed and tangle her naked limbs in her naked limbs. Her place is bare-boned, hardly lived in, and Bernie doesn’t feel much for it at all until Serena starts to leave her things there - bra over the bedside table, toothbrush in the bathroom, arm flung over Bernie’s middle, legs between Bernie’s legs.  ‘Can’t stay away?’

‘Just love this place too much’, she says, handing her the takeaway cup then hooking her free arm through Serena’s, pulling her closer and Serena’s heart feels full, feels light, feels everything at once for Bernie Wolfe.

She seems brighter (eyes wild, grin wide) as she leans forward, any attempts at hiding their relationship long since discarded and kisses her happy mouth with her happy mouth - chaste, careful, courageous. She lets her head fall, her aquiline nose rest against the line of her shoulder. Her slender fingers play with the material of her hoodie, pushed up around Serena’s elbows, and she peers upwards, cranes her neck towards Serena’s face.

‘Come back to mine again?’


Alright, I’m officially sick of staring at this and goodluck and godspeed to whatever poor soul reads this.

Here’s the full Octobill oneshot. SERIOUSLY NSFW this time

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krigeren23  asked:

I asked for a prompt that's about a 'game night' with Kara, Lena, Alex & Maggie. I'd like to know if you could add or make another (if you can) with a 'Truth or Dare' or 'Spin the Bottle' game where Maggie dares Lena or Kara into kissing or doing stuff so when Alex & Maggie make their leave Kara & Lena can finish what they started. Kind of like the one with Clark seducing Lena with more Maggie/Lena, Kara/Maggie & Alex/Lena interactions. I'm so sorry if I'm asking too much. It's just an idea. 😅

^^Fun Fact; I have the same secret talent as Maggie :D

‘So it’s just the four of us again tonight?’ Maggie asked as her and Alex went to put the food in the kitchen.

‘Yep’ Alex replied as she balanced a tower of pizza boxes on her arm.

'So what’s going on between the two of them?’ Maggie questioned.

Alex just looked at her, a confused look on her face.

'Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they act round each other?’ Maggie asked incredulously and nodded towards the sofa where Lena was twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

Alex shrugged, 'They’re just friends…’

Maggie tilted her head and gave Alex a pointed look.

'What..?’ Alex exclaimed.

'That’s lesbian activity Danvers…’ Maggie teased and smiled when Kara giggled loudly at something Lena said, 'case in point…’ she continued.

'Lena and Kara..? Is Lena gay?’ Alex questioned, 'I’ve been wondering about Kara… she always got too flustered around Cat… and she did tell me she wanted to date Lucy that one time…’

'Oh Lena is definitely gay’ Maggie said confidently as she grabbed two beers from the fridge.

'Quite confident there, aren’t you Sawyer?’ Alex grinned.

'The rolled up sleeves? The popped shirt collar? Total Power Lesbian.’ Maggie stated as she handed one of the beers to Alex.

'Hmmm’ Alex hummed as she turned towards the sofa and tilted her head in a move she had subconsciously picked up from Maggie, 'I’m still not sure I see it…’

'I bet they just need a little bit of a push…’ Maggie said thoughtfully.

'A bet? Wana make it interesting?’ Alex grinned.

'What did you have in mind?’ Maggie retorted, a gleam in her eye.

'Winners choice?’ Alex shrugged.

Lena glanced up from the sofa, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kara, and spotted Alex and Maggie talking in hushed tones by the fridge.

'You two love birds going to join us?’ She called out with a raised eyebrow.

'When did you guys get here with food?!’ Kara exclaimed excitedly.

Alex rolled her eyes and picked up the potstickers, Maggie follow behind with the pizza and napkins.

'Oh I’m totally winning’ Maggie whispered to Alex as they walk towards the sofa.

'What makes you so sure’ Alex quizzed.

'We walked in with pizza and pot stickers ten minutes ago and Kara has been too engrossed with Lena to notice’ Maggie said with a smug smile.

They settled down to eat; Kara taking an entire pizza to herself. The conversation quickly turned to which game they should play.

'Not Monopoly!’ Maggie exclaimed, 'Lena totally thrashed us last time- I’ve never meet anyone so ruthless in my life!’

'Then I’m vetoing Clue, Detective’ Lena smirked.

An idea hit Maggie and she grinned triumphantly as she exclaimed 'we should play Truth or Dare!’ She was determined to win this bet.

Alex almost choked on her beer while Kara grinned, her cheeks full of pot stickers.

'How very… old school…’ Lena chucked, 'I’m in, let me grab another glass of wine.’

The game started off relatively tame, full of the usual questions and dares; what’s your secret talent? What’s your guilty pleasure? Sing something from Frozen!

This is how they discovered that Maggie could do ‘the worm’, Alex still had a Spice Girls album on her iPod and Kara, much to Lena’s amazement could sing, really sing!

Lena’s turn came up and Maggie dived in as quickly as she could; 'So Lena, truth or dare?’

'Truth’ Lena grinned and took a sip of her wine.

Maggie decided to go for it; she took a deep breath, a confidant smirk on her face and asked, 'Who was your first girlfriend?’

Lena arched an eyebrow in surprise. 'Veronica at boarding school’ she replied coyly.

Kara spluttered.

'Veronica… as in Veronica Sinclair? Roulette!?’ Kara asked in shock.

'The very same, obviously minus the snake tattoo…’ Lena laughed as she took in Kara’s surprised face.

Kara didn’t know what to say; she was aware there was a bit of a flirtatious nature to their relationship, but if Lena liked women… that changed things.

Maggie just cocked an eyebrow at Alex.

That doesn’t mean anything!’ Alex mouthed back.

‘I think it’s your turn Detective’ Lena stared at Maggie, an evil gleam in her eye.

‘Truth’ Maggie replied, retaining eye contact with Lena.

‘You ever used your handcuffs in the bedroom?’ Lena smirked.

Maggie just grinned and took a swig of her beer; the colour adorning Alex’s cheeks answering the question for her.

‘That’s an image I really didn’t need…’ Kara shook her head.

The very next moment Lena and Kara both reached for the final pot sticker, their fingertips brushing as they hovered over the plate.

'You have it’ Kara smiled shyly.

Alex hit Maggie repeatedly on the leg as she watched Kara relinquish the last pot sticker to Lena with a puppy dog smile, the pair of them not losing eye contact.

'You see it now?’ Maggie hissed.

'Kara just gave Lena the last pot sticker! Kara has never given me the last one!’ Alex whispered her eyes wide. 'Oh my god, they’re totally in love…’

'And you’re totally wearing that little red number I love when we get home…’ Maggie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

‘So how do we get them to… you know’ Alex said quietly as she mimed kissing with her hands.

‘Follow my lead Danvers’ Maggie chuckled as Lena and Kara remained oblivious to anyone outside their bubble, ‘pick dare’ she mouthed.

Maggie cleared her throat as Lena brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kara’s face.

‘I pick a dare’ Alex said, unable to unsee the little glances her sister and the CEO kept throwing at each other, or the way Kara’s hand remained on Lena’s knee.

‘I dare you to kiss me Danvers’ Maggie interjected quickly.

Alex giggled and leaned over to place a quick kiss onto Maggie’s lips, her eyebrows shot up when Maggie pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled away their gazes lingered on each other and Maggie bit her lip thinking of what she was planning to do to Alex when they got home. When they both came back down Kara was bouncing in her seat.

‘My turn!’ She squeaked, ‘Dare!’

‘Well it’s only fair that since Alex and I kissed, that you and Lena kiss… So…’ Maggie raised her eyebrow and looked pointedly from Kara to Lena.

‘Why does Maggie get to come up with all the dares!?’ Kara exclaimed, trying not to think about how her lips would feel against Lena’s.

‘Coz I’m the best Little Danvers’ Maggie grinned.

‘I don’t know if I should feel offended…’ Lena pouted.

‘pfft’ Kara splutted, ‘who wouldn’t want to kiss you!’

Maggie snorted.

‘Can… Can I kiss you?’ Kara asked suddenly nervous and not wanting to freak Lena out.

‘I can’t have you forfeit a dare now, can I?’ Lena flirted playfully.

Kara’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer to Lena; she heard a spike in Lena’s heart rate the split second before their lips met.

Kara gently pressed their lips together and felt her stomach flip; Lena’s lips were softer than she ever could have imagined. Lena brought her hands up to cup Kara’s face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly swiping over Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara moaned as Lena’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Maggie nudged Alex and tilted her head towards the door, ‘we should leave them to work this all out…’ Maggie mouthed. Alex nodded and grabbed their coats as they slipped as quietly as they could out the door.

Finally Kara and Lena broke away from the kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

‘Wow’ Kara murmured.

‘Hmmmm’ Lena bit her lip.

They turned to face Alex and Maggie and found the sofa was empty.

Kara smiled at Lena and pressed the remote to switch on the TV, before snuggling down into Lena’s arms.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Alex walked down the stairs hand in hand in a comfortable silence.

‘So, err, the red lace number was it?’ Alex asked with a slight glint in her eyes.

Maggie just grinned and slid her hand into the back pocket of Alex’s jeans.

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bmc requested by: @localbruha

post-squip; jeremy is buds w/ rich and michael isn’t really, so jer is like “hey you should also be friends with rich” and michael agrees so he and rich becomes friends but jer then feels jealous bc mike is hanging with rich more and more


Monday. Great.
I walk down the hall to meet up with Rich- yes that Rich, the same Rich that bullied me for a year, the same Rich that set a fire and burned down a house.
That’s all behind us now that the Squip is gone. Ever since that happened, everyone has been pretty chill and not as douchey.
I see Rich up ahead, with Jake, and go towards him.

“Hey, Heere!” Rich calls as soon as I reach him.
“Jeremy.” Jake nods.

“Hey, Rich, Jake.” I say.

As they continue to talk, i take my time to look around.

I see Chloe texting someone, and Brooke trailing behind her like a lost puppy. There’s Jenna talking to Justin Croft about something drastic that has happened.

And walking through the door is Michael. Michael has been my friend, since I can remember. Walking with him, is Christine. I dated her for a while, but we just didn’t click. I was heartbroken for a while, but Michael helped me through it.

“Heere? Heere? JEREMY!” Rich yells as i snap back to reality.

“Um what?” I say (awkwardly shall I add).

“Why don’t you ask Mike over there to hang with us?” Rich asks, also looking at Michael.

“Um, I don’t know, Michael doesn’t do well with new people. I-I could try though, heh.” I say.

Rich gestures to get Michael and I take a deep breath and go to him. Ever since I broke up with Christine, I’ve been closer with Michael. Yeah sure, I was close with him before, but it’s different, ya know?

I get to Michael, “Hey buddy! Rich wants to k is if you want to hang with us?” I ask.

Michael darts his eyes towards Rich and Jake and then back to me.
“Umm, I don’t know man. I promised Christine to help her with math.” Michael says scratching the back of his neck.

Christine interjects, “No no! It’s fine! Really. I’ll just ask someone else.” She says smiling.

Michael laughs nervously and shrugs, “Guess I’m with you guys.”

“Hey,” I say putting a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

He gives me a warm smile, “It’s fine, we all need to get out of our comfort zone once in a while.”

We walk back to Rich and see that Jake had left to go talk to other people.

Rich sends Michael a warm smile, “Hey, Michael, how ya doin’?” Rich asks.

Michael shrugs, “Good I guess?”

Suddenly the bell rings signaling that first is starting.

“Nice chatting with you too! See ya at lunch?” Rich asks, walking away.

“See ya, Rich!” I call back, “You want me to walk you to science?” I ask Micheal.

“I’ll be fine. See you later, Jer!” Michael smiles and waves, and then he’s gone.

I wave back and then I’m off to first.


Lunch, best part of the day. I can finally eat food without getting in trouble. You can talk to your friends without being told to be quiet. You can wonder aimlessly outside. Do whatever in these 30 minutes.

I walk to where Michael and I usually have lunch and spot Michael and Rich looking at Rich’s phone.

I’ve gotta admit, I feel a pang of hurt, but quickly push it off like nothing and head over to them.

“Hey guys, hope you didn’t eat all the food without me,” I joke, sitting next to Michael, who is now i’m the middle.

“Dude, you have to see. Rich just showed me a video of Jake fall and dropping his Slushee!” Michael says between laughs as Rich hands over the phone to me.

To be honest, I don’t really pay attention to the video. I pretend to laugh and i glance at Michael and Rich’s legs touching. Weird, I know. it i still can’t help feeling… envious? I don’t know, but I don’t like it, whatever it is.

I hand the phone back, “Sooo, Michael, my dad is going out this weekend so it’s just me and I wanted to know if you wanted to sleep over or something? We could play games, you’ll be my player two! Like old time,” I smile awkwardly at Michael.

Michael eyes widen, “Oh! Uuhh well, actually, Rich kinda already invited me over and, uh, I said yeah?” Michael scratches his neck.

Ok now that hurts.

“Oh, that’s fine. You two have fun,” I sadly smile.

Michael looks at me for a second and turns back to Rich to finish their conversation.

For the rest of lunch, I stay quiet.


Last day till another week of hell.

And the last day till I see him again.

His tan skin, black hair. His brown eyes and that same damn red sweatshirt he wears everyday.


I hear my phone buzz, and I shit up from my bed to retrieve it.

It’s from him.
Of course it is.

Player 1: jer, u ok????

I quickly text back:

jerbear: ya?????? why wouldn’t i be????

Player 1: u seemed off on fri…

jerbear: bro,,, i’m fine,,, really
jerbear: aNyWaY
jerbear: how was hanging w/ rich?

Player 1: oh
Player 1: we never ended up hanging out…

jerbear: oh??? why?

Player 1: i just,, didn’t feel like it.
Player 1: it’s not that same

jerbear: ??? explain

I turn off my phone and go downstairs to get lunch while waiting for a reply.

Once I get downstairs, I see my dad (without pants) making something that we’ll probably eat for dinner.

“Hey they, Heere!” He greets.

“Hey dad.” I reply, getting left over pizza from the fridge.

“Why do you sound so… meh?” He asks, turning around.

“Why is everyone asking that!?” I snap, slamming the fridge door shut.

“Woah, Jeremy, just askin’.” Dad says, putting his hands up defensively.

I sigh, “Sorry, I’ve just been…” I trail off looking outside the kitchen window.

“Huh, so you like someone?” Dad says smiling.


“Jeremy!” My dad cuts me off, “I was just asking!! But by the seems of that answer… you do like someone!” He laughs.

“Ugh, dad, I- I don’t know.” I say sitting down at the table and putting my head down.

“Well, if you do like someone, I’ll be there to help you sort it out.” He reassures me, patting me on the back.

I sigh once more, and head back upstairs with my cold pizza.

Once I sit back on my bed, I check me phone for any answer, and I’m surprised to see multiple texts from Michael.

Player 1: its just whenever im hanging round rich and ur not there it doesnt feel the same
Player 1: like ya rich is cool and all that jazz but its just two dudes hanging out
Player 1: but w/ u it feels more personal and kajdjsjdk
Player 1: ugh sorry i’m venting
Player 1: ill stop bothering u

I immediately reply.

jerbear: nonono tell me, i want to know

Player 1: its complicated bro

jerbear: there’s nothing you can’t tell me
jerbear: i’ll be there for you

Player 1: but what if u hate me???

jerbear: there is nothing you can do to make me hate you man

Player 1: okok hold on it’s a lot to write

And with that, he starts typing away and I am left to wonder.


An hour later and I still haven’t gotten a reply, and it’s starting to worry me.

Finally, my phone buzzes and I quickly go to read it.

Player 1: i like you

Wait.. was that it!? That’s what took an hour to write!?

But wait, does he like me? As a friend or… more??????

jerbear: i like you too bro

Player 1: no
Player 1: i mean i LIKE you

jerbear: oh…

Ok, that wasn’t the right to to send.

But the question is… do I feel the same way?

Player 1: jeremy??!!

jerbear: give me a min to think k

Player 1: !!!!


It’s now Monday morning and I’ve been looking at that message all night, trying to figure out what to say.

I begin typing.

jerbear: 1) sorry i haven’t answered yet, i needed time to think
jerbear: 2) i like you too
jerbear: 3) i think i’ve been lowkey jealous of you hanging with rich

Player 1: woah man
Player 1: sweet
Player 1: wanna go out on a date????

I smile at the text.

jerbear: sure :)

Player 1: :))

jerbear: :))))
jerbear: date meaning you and i get stoned in your basement and watch a movie

Player 1: were gonna watch Docot Stange

jerbear: bro
jerbear: that’s gonna be so trippy

Player 1: ikik

jerbear: let’s do it

Dressing rooms (3)

Warnings: none

Summary: In which the story is only told through conversations that take place in dressing rooms 

A/N: This is weird and kinda filler-y so you’re welcome (I promise it moves the plot along) also I cheated and called the bathroom a dressing room oops

1, 2, 3

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A Walk in The Park

Originally posted by welpjohnsdead

word count: 1.2K

pairing: John Laurens x Reader

warnings: None I think?

A/N: This has been a work in progress for so long because I had no idea what to write and Writer’s block kicks my butt a lot :/ Thank you @insanelycool-jared-kleinman for requesting this fic! I hope you like it and I’m sorry for the delay :)

Sneakers? Check.

Earphones? Check.

Water? Double-check.

I smiled as I finally had everything ready for me to go on my morning run. Which was important today of most days since I was exploring the surrounding area of my new apartment. I was stuck inside for a few days, unpacking and moving everything around to fit, but I was finally done with it all.

Shutting the mahogany door behind me, I walked down the five steps from the door to the sidewalk and pressed play on my phone before putting it away.  Beginning to jog down the street, I listened to my favorite playlist of songs and began to mentally mark down where all the places I might need to go.

I turned the corner down the street and came onto the main road. Running down it and crossing the street, I came to the edge of a park. It was a nice one, it had tall trees thick with leaves lining up the perimeter and it seemed about a block wide. Deciding I had nothing better to do, I took the path that winded through the park. Passing by a few people and children, I could see the other end of the park which contained courts for tennis and basketball.

Looking around for a place to rest, my eyes skimmed the group of friends that were playing on the basketball court and landed on one of their figures. Wow, he was- being distracted, I barely had enough time to watch where I was going and missed bumping into a post. Deciding it was better for me to take my water break instead of risking an actual accident, I slowly walked to a nearby bench where I could ‘rest’.

But let’s be honest, I was really just going to sit here to check him out.

He was ridiculously good-looking from what I could tell now that I was a little bit closer.

Before checking him out any further, I remember I had to continue on my jog. I sighed softly, and took a note of the time to see if he’d be here again tomorrow. Then I stood up and began jogging back the way I came.

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Of the Beholder

Relationship: Dean x OFC
Rating: This is not smut. Not angst. Not fluff. Not crack. It is BS.
Warnings: None. Well… brief moment of violence but akin to the show.
A/N: This is for @seenashwrite ‘s 200 Follower Celebration Challenge. Who I hope you follow because she is v v talented. [Nash, please don’t ask me to explain myself. It was not supposed to be this, but crack is not my forte, ok goodbye.]

~2.5k words (too many)

Summary: You and Dean go to an underground poker game of the supernatural variety. It goes exactly as planned. Or at least as close to planned as either of you expected. 

Here’s the thing about the supernatural: You think of it and you think corpses. You think of the red pond the body’ll be found in and the new Pollock on the walls painted with that same blood. You think of how the body- the person got there in the first place. You think of the vicious teeth that ripped into flesh. You think of the thing attached to those teeth- and no, it’s not the other way around- red stained and grotesque and evil.

What you don’t think about is what those creatures get up to between kills. You don’t think of them cleaning up in a sink or in a shower. You don’t think of them having a home they pay rent for with sinks and showers. You don’t think of them preferring half-and-half over milk, of them loading their minivan with groceries, of them laughing at themselves at the door after looking for their already in-hand keys. You don’t think of them going out to buy new shoes, or staying in because they don’t like the humidity, or skipping twenty songs when their music player is on shuffle to get to that one. Here’s the other thing about the supernatural: It has a life.

A night life at that, which doesn’t always consist of murdering humans, which sometimes consists of shooting the shit and sharing a pint (of what exactly? you don’t know). And that’s what you’ve just walked into. Some kind of supernatural speakeasy that wasn’t easy to get an invitation to or to physically get to. You and Dean managed, though, going down more flights of stairs and deeper into the Earth’s crust than you think you have before. Excluding Hell. Well. Where is Hell even?

You whisper the question, though it is neither the time nor the place, and there is a distinct lack of answer in your ear. You turn to Dean, tuck a strand of hair behind your left ear and shake your head infinitesimally. Dean understands that the comm in your right ear isn’t transmitting anymore.

“Guess we’re on our own,” he tells you, grinning, like this is exactly the challenge he was looking for.

It’s infectious and you’re grinning too. “Aren’t we always that?” You raise a brow and paired with the stretch of your lips you wonder if it makes you look as crazed as you feel eager.

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Bus Rides- Chapter 11

Wow it’s literally been ages since I updated this series

Chapter 1

Chapter 10

Warnings: Angst ( i ‘ m   s o r r y )

Word Count- 992 

Dan was, for once, excited to go back to school on Monday. After the dance Friday night, he was feeling lonely without Phil and wanted to see him again. They had been texting all weekend, and Dan found out that Phil would be riding his bus for the whole week. His heart soared. Dan wouldn’t be riding Monday because he had percussion practice, but he’d be there the rest of the week. 

Monday, however, Dan agreed to meet Phil in the lobby before school and go get breakfast. It was about the only time the two could ever talk. They had before and after school, and that was all. Dan gleefully waved goodbye to his mom, getting out of the car and seeing a smiling Phil in the lobby. “Hey!”

“Hey, babe.” Phil planted a soft kiss on Dan’s lips, leaving Dan desperate for more. “How are you?” 

“I missed you.” 

Phil chuckled. “It’s only been a weekend, you spork!”

“What? You didn’t miss me?” Dan joked. 

“I did. Just not as much as you missed me.” 

“I can agree to that.” 

“That joke is so old!” Dan was laughing anyway when Phil put an orange slice in his mouth at breakfast. 

“It’s better than actually eating any school food.”

“Too true.” Today the school was serving powdered donuts. Those little wheels of white were nothing but trouble, as the powder got everywhere and some of the more annoying kids liked to throw them at each other. The two sat eating their donuts and Dan noticed a bit of powder on Phil’s lips. He giggled. “You’ve got a little…” Dan pointed at his lip and Phil licked his lips, giggling with Dan. 

As they stood up after breakfast to head to class, Phil burst out laughing. “What?” Doubled over, Phil pointed at Dan’s crotch, which he got donut powder all over somehow. Dan’s face went red as he brushed off the powder. He softly punched Phil in the arm, much more annoyed with his laughing outburst than the fact that he was looking at his crotch. In fact, the latter didn’t bother him at all. Dan shook that thought off. “Come on. It’s time for class.”

“Most of the section is busy, so there won’t be practice today.”

Dan gasped. He could ride the bus with Phil. He’d have to hurry though, as the first round of buses would be leaving in a few minutes. “I can ride the bus home, then?”

“I’ll still be staying, but you don’t have to since nobody else is. Go home if you want.” The section leader turned and picked up a drumstick before starting to twirl it. It seems the percussionist’s favorite game. Dan picked up his backpack and sprinted for the buses. As he made it to the courtyard, the first buses in the line were pulling out. He ran up to his and pounded on the doors. The bus driver let him in, his heart racing, and he began looking for a seat. What he saw made him sick to his stomach.

Phil was there, sitting with a boy Dan had never seen before. Well, on top of a boy Dan had never seen before. The same way he always had with Dan. The two were conversing and smiling. Phil was smirking and the boy was grinning, his face a shade of red Dan only recognized as his own when he first met Phil. 

Phil looked up and saw Dan, his eyes widening. “Dan, it’s not what you think… Dan, wait!” Dan forced the bus doors open and ran away as fast as he could, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to distance himself as much as he possibly could from the bus carrying the boy he thought loved him. Dan made it back to the band room, barely able to breathe, and threw his backpack on the ground. He slumped to the floor, his head in his hands, and sobbed. Dan didn’t participate in percussion practice. Instead, he remained heartbroken on the floor, unable to process the feelings running through his head. He was empty.

Dan walked through the lobby to get breakfast with his head down on Tuesday. A hand stuck out in his way, stopping him. He looked up to see Phil smiling weakly at him. “Can we talk? Please?” 

“No.” Dan continued walking towards the cafeteria, a single tear sliding down his cheek. 

“Please, Dan. Hear me out.”

“No, Phil. Leave me alone.” 

Dan was thrown against the wall, his wrists being held to it. “Look at me, Dan.”

“No.” Dan kept his head down, knowing he’d break if he looked Phil in the eye. 


He looked up to see Phil’s tear-stained face. He had seen Phil cry but once before, and he suddenly realized the only two times he’d ever seen Phil cry, it was because he was afraid of losing Dan. A bit of the wall he was building crashed down. He looked at Phil’s eyes. He was one of those people whose eyes always looked ten times more beautiful when he was crying. Dan could see the love he identified in his eyes at the dance Friday night, but he could also see the seaside sunrise he had seen in days past. They now had the water, making the beach scene complete. He was a work of art, and Dan was in love with him. “Please, Dan. I love you.” 

Dan now had tears streaming down his face as well. He loved Phil. He really did. But he couldn’t do this again. “I love you too, Phil. But I can’t trust you anymore.” He ripped his hands from Phil’s grip and walked off to the bathroom to dry his tears. Instead, he ended up crying until the bell rang, then attempting to clean off his face. Dan showed up late to first period that day. In spirit, however, he was never there at all. 

We Protect Each Other *Steve Rogers x Reader*

Originally posted by thejediavengeroftheinternet

Summary: “It’s so easy to tell that he loves you.”
“He doesn't love me. It’s more like a partnership. A friendship. We protect each other.” 
Warnings: None, is this considered angst? I don’t even fucking know 
Admins Note: Um, here’s something different, I guess. Sorry, I am in a state of unease, my mind is elsewhere but hopefully that doesn't convey through this piece. I'm going to be okay, I promise, don’t worry about me. - Rosalee

If there’s anyone in this world you truly trust it’s, Steve Rogers, Captain America. He’s your best friend, teammate and just all around nicest guy in your life, you’d take a bullet for him and he for you too. When got out of the ice he had virtually no one he knew, or they were too old now, and so you filled the gaps that were created. 

He still had moments of anguish, understandable for what happened to him, although you helped him a lot and he was forever in your debt because of that; you made him feel welcome in such a foreign time and he’d probably be lost without your guidance in this time.

So, obviously, you joined the Avengers alongside Captain America, before then you were just a part-time hero who worked at a Deli bar across from your urban apartment, nothing interesting about your personal life other than the fact you were completely alone; before now, at least. 

You became friends with all of the Avengers, slowly forming into a family, a close knit of extraordinary people who get together to fight evil, sounds cheesy because it is! Although you wouldn’t change any of it, you finally felt welcome, needed and that was enough to keep you from leaving like you normally would.

Since fighting alongside Steve more you had developed a close-knit between yourselves, you helped one another on the battlefield; basically watched each other’s backs and it was nice to have that. Having someone being there for you was great, Steve felt the same it was like having Bucky back again, having someone look out for him and sort of look after him. 

The others often mistook your friendship for something more, that you two had something deeper there, you never saw it that way; Steve and yourself are best friends, nothing more or less, you have bonded over being alone and look out for one another as if you are siblings. You just ignored it, they weren’t going to stop and you couldn’t make them either, you just allowed the teasing to continue. 

“Steve watch your seven” you called through the comms, going back to your fight, a muffled thank you were sounded back through to your ear and you fired your guns at the HYDRA agents “fuck, I’m out guys” you call once your guns clicked, you dropped the to the ground, pulling a dagger your boot and peaked around the corner; two HYDRA agents coming closer to you, you had to map this out carefully. 

The first come round, you grabbed his rifle and butted it against his face, he fell and your were quick to the throw the dagger through the other agents head he fell limp. You pick up both their rifles and run to seek new cover, the shield is thrown and stops you to a halt, watching it hits a HYDRA agent that was aimed at you. 

“That could have been messy” you called as Steve collects the shield, disapproving look, you shrugged with a smile “how many you got?” you asked with an amused smile.

“That would be my seventy-eighth” Steve called back “but I’m not playing this game, (Y/N),” he tells you, you snicker, although you can see the curiosity in his eyes.

“Ninety” you clarify and his eyes narrow into a competitive glimmer, which causes you to laugh, you are drawn back into fighting by Tony saying reinforcements are coming from the East “let’s blow this popsicle stand” Steve chuckled and nods, fist-bumping you before you both run in the direction of new targets, you stopped off to Natasha who had spare grenades and ammunition for your past guns.  

You all stand as tanks, plus trucks of HYDRA agents head straight for their base, you sighed with distress and Natasha smirks. Steve taps your shoulder and you look at him.

“Pass me a grenade” you frown and pass him the small grenade that Tony had invented, Tony and Thor take out the agents from above, Steve runs off as yourself, Natasha and Clint kill from long-range. Not far behind the rest of the team, you watch as Steve jumps onto the only tank, lifting the hatch and throwing the grenade inside; the men tried getting out but it was a failed attempt. It blows up, taking two trucks of almost ten agents with them, you frown as Steve smiles.

“THAT ONLY COUNTS AS ONE” he chuckled and ran off.

“I lost count after a hundred-and-twenty” Steve smirked, you poked your tongue out at him, grumbling about him being enhanced and such, not wanting to admit he is just better than you; he laughed lightly at you. 

“It’s obvious to tell that he loves you” Natasha states, Clint nods in agreement and you frown at them, it seemed like you had this conversation almost every day and it was starting to become a drag. 

“He doesn’t love me. It’s more like a partnership. A friendship. We protect each other.” you shrug and Natasha raises her eyebrows at you, you chuckled at her, shaking your head in the process “listen, I don’t love Steve and he doesn’t love me, we’re best friends and that’s all it’s ever going to be” Natasha nods slowly, a sort of disappointment in her green eyes, you look at Clint who looked the same as her.

“Maybe you should talk to Steve, he may or may not have deeper feelings, that’s all I’m saying” Clint holds his hands up in defence, you frown and chuckled at him, he had to be kidding with you; Steve was the one who called you his best friend, you always thought he was still caught up on Peggy, and the whole being out of time deal. No way, you didn’t believe it, you couldn’t because you never saw Steve as more than a friend!

“You don’t feel the same do you?” Natasha asked and you nodded, she gave a look to Clint who sighed gently, they had to be tricking you!

“You’re mistaking protecting each other with love, I’d take a bullet for him, he’d do the same but that’s because we are best friends; stop trying to force romance into this,” you angrily state, grabbing your coffee and walking out, not noticing the tense looking Steve who was around the corner. His head hung low, he let out a long sigh through his nose, a deep ache filling up into his chest, a growing need to release his anger out on something. 

Of course you wouldn’t like him, why would you? He couldn’t get the girl of his dreams in the 40′s, why would it be anything different here? He was punching the bag profusely, pounding and pouring his emotions into every punch, never letting up and a part of him wished he never told Natasha or Clint of his deeper affections for you. 

The bag broke from hook and slid along the wooden gym floor, sand pouring out, his breathing was quick and loud. Rolling his shoulders back, the door opened and he looked up to see you, smiling and waving at him; already dressed to leave the base. 

“We still getting dinner, right?” you asked and he let out a loose chuckle, nodding slowly as he unwrapped the tape from his knuckles, placing them into the gym duffle “well, take a shower first, no way are we going to Burger King with you smelling, you savage” he smiled and nodded.

“I’ll take a shower, meet you upstairs in a few, burger king really?” he asked you, you laughed and nodded “we had it last week” he confirmed. You just smiled and he chuckled, picking up the duffle and walking to the showers.

“You okay, Steve?” you called and he nodded, seeing your eyes drift to the bag for a moment, wondering what could get him so worked up, your mind drifting to Natasha and Clint from earlier “you sure?” you asked once more. 

“I’m happy,” he tells you, it’s true, being your friend was enough for him. It may not be enough for long, but he was content in just being your best friend. 

Having someone to watch his back, protect him and make him feel welcome, it was enough. You’ll always be enough for him, your friendship would always be enough, as long as it kept you around. 

mylittlechimera  asked:

Okay, so the Institute is gone, and yeah, yeah, Railroad still gotta lots of work to do, but all work and no fun is not good for the soul. Would RR people celebrate and if so then how? This is a big change, how are they handling it?

I’m sorry this took so long. I chewed on this scenario for too long. There’s a couple of pivot points I stumbled on: who decides to bring synth Shaun home (the Survivor or Tinker Tom), and whether the Survivor lets the scientists evacuate. A Survivor who won’t take Shaun and/or won’t let the scientists evacuate might have a more dour celebration than one who gladly rescues Shaun and/or lets the scientists evacuate. I hope I found a balanced medium.

I think the first feelings all around are of shock and disbelief, for everyone out in the field and in HQ. This spectre has haunted them for so very long and just like that, it’s gone.

HQ has been in and out of radio contact with the agents in the field for hours now; Drummer Boy keeps notes as best he can, tracking movements and agent statuses on the chalkboard. Carrington paces back and forth when he’s not prepping the basement as a field hospital for the countless incoming wounded.

The radio is uncomfortably silent once the field agents are underground in the belly of the Institute. Unexpectedly, HQ feels a huge boom shake the foundations of Old North Church, raining dirt and mortar down on them in the catacombs. Their collective hearts don’t start beating again until Dez’s voice crackles over the radio, “Mission accomplished. The Institute is gone. I repeat: the Institute is gone.”

They look at each other in disbelief, mouths hanging open.

HQ goes fucking apeshit.

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No Swearing

Description: Phil doesn’t like it when Dan swears

Words: 1,000

Prompt: Phil doesn’t like how much Dan swears when they film a video for Phil’s channel, so he convinces Dan to give him a cute little kiss every time he blurts out a curse word. Despite the fact that Dan and Phil aren’t even dating (yet) Dan agrees. Fluff ensues….



“Hey guys! Today’s gonna be a special day, as I have a very special guest with us!” Phil said, smiling to the camera.

Dan slid into view, as he did for every cooking video. “Of course it’s Dan, who else would it be?” Phil laughed, looking at Dan, his eyes twinkling.

Dan’s breath caught. It did every time Phil looked at him- but Dan couldn’t help it. He was still amazed that the boy from the other side of the camera wanted to be with him. And, honestly, all of Dan’s 2009 feelings had never vanished, they were still there, still burning with the same passion. Of course, he’d never let Phil know that though, so he took a deep breath and smiled along with Phil towards the camera, “It’s not like we have any other fucking friends.”

“Dan! You can’t say that on this channel!” Phil laughed, scolding him.

“Can’t you just bleep it out? Its habit now, I’ll never be able to stop!” Dan said, looking at Phil, pouting slightly.

“I guess,” Phil said, staring into Dan’s eyes, searching him, before turning back to the camera, “Anyway guys, as today is Pie Day, I thought we should celebrate with some Delia Smith pie!”

“Ah, I was wondering why you’d printed out so many pi symbols,” Dan laughed at Phil, what an adorable dork.

“And Dan, I came prepared with some pie trivia!” Phil said, pointing a finger at Dan with a serious face.

“Of course you did,” Dan said rolling his eyes, but inside his heart was melting. Of course he did, that was just the type of lovely person Phil was. “Alright, lets hear it quickly, I wanna get cooking!”

“Alright, first question Daniel,” Phil said, intimidating a game show host, “Who is believed to have made the first pie? The Grecians, Italians, or the Americans?”

Dan sighed, This quiz was already off to a bad start. “Well, the Americans are lazy, so no. I feel like Grecians were way too into philosophy to care about something like pie. So the Italians?”

“Nope! It was the Grecians! Try to redeem yourself with the next question. Okay, what’s my favorite type of pie?” Phil asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Dan’s heart skipped a beat before answering, “You love apple pie all year round, but you especially love pumpkin in the fall, but you always get sick of it.”

Phil opened his mouth, as if Dan’s response had shocked him. He stared at Dan wide eyed, then closed his mouth, he was at loss for words.

Dan smiled at Phil before cheekily saying, “What? I pay attention.”

Phil had apparently gotten over his shock before smiling at Dan almost evilly, “You’re right, Dan. But can you guess the final question for all or nothing points?”

“Oh yeah, if it was as easy as the last one, I’m all for it,” Dan said laughing.

“Alright, you ready?” Dan nodded, “Okay, here goes, what are the first ten digits of pi?”

Dan’s face fell. Of course Phil would ask this question, he had no idea with math, he was clueless. But he had to try, if he didn’t Phil would pout, and Dan hated when Phil pouted. “Alright lets see here. I think it’s 7.86 then maybe..uh 22 then 12, oh and can’t forget 666.”

“Not even close Dan,” Phil said, laughing at him, “Pi doesn’t even start with seven!”

“Fuck!” Dan exclaimed, to which Phil rebuttaled, “Dan! Language!” while laughing.

“Sorry, Phil. I just really thought that was it.”

“Oh pie me a river Dan,” Phil said winking.

“Did you just- you did. You made a pie pun. I’m out,” Dan said, turning towards the door.

“Aw, come on, Dan, you gotta admit, it was pretty funny.”

Dan smiled and shook his head smiling, “You’re such an idiot.”

Phil smiled, and began to list of the ingredients for the pie. As he did this, Dan stared. He looked at Phil’s lips, that had comforted Dan three years ago when he had had his first existential crisis. He looked at Phil’s nose and how it curved perfectly downwards. His hair was as perfect as ever, soft and fluffy looking. He looked at Phil’s eyes that always seemed to twinkle with laughter, eyes that were so blue he could drown in them, eyes that were actually staring back at him right now. Dan’s blushed spread deep and quickly across his face.

“Fuck,” Dan muttered under his breath, he’d been caught red handed.

“Dan! That’s the third time you’ve sworn, and we haven’t even started to bake yet!”

“Oh! Phil, sorry I was just distracted…” Dan trailed off.

Phil’s lips curved upwards, and he straightened up, looking at Dan in the eyes. God he’s so gorgeous was all Dan could think.

“I have a game,” Phil whispered quietly, making Dan second guess if he’d even heard him speak, “Wanna play?”

“Uh..sure? What is it?”

“Next time you swear, I’ll surprise you somehow.”

“Uh, sure,” Dan agreed slowly, then glanced back at the camera and clapped his hands together, “Anyways, back to baking! How we gonna make this bitch?”

Before he realized what he’d even said, Phil’s lips were on his own, crashing into him with a force he’d only hoped for, the shock quickly subsided and Dan began to kiss him back, moving his lips along with Phil’s. Phil broke apart from Dan saying, “Don’t swear again, you potato basket.”

“Fuck,” was all Dan said back, smiling at Phil with love filled eyes.

They were kissing again, Dan was smiling against it. He’d waited too long for this to happen, and he wasn’t going to let it go so soon.

Phil stepped away, looking at Dan, who stared back with as much love in his eyes as Phil had shock. Slowly, Dan walked towards the camera and shut it off, before turning back to Phil. Both boys smiled. Dan looked deeply into Phil’s ocean eyes before saying six words, “I’ve waited three years for that,” to which Phil responded by kissing him and whispering. “Me too.”

Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE! Game - Naruko and Zaou Route (Zaou Love End)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Naruko ver. Zaou ver. Friend ver.

Today’s translation brought to you by Ryuu’s ‘My Honey / 俺のマイ・ハニー’ from the School Life / スクールライフ voice collection.

Zaou: Good night, my honey. You’ll sleep well on my chest until morning…So, how about it?! No. No, no, don’t go over there; it was a joke! But I’ll be by your side until you fall asleep properly, so you can rest easy. I really love you!

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lollesss  asked:

✫ Sabo/Law. Oh, Thank you for doing this. ~

You’re quite welcome! I’m enjoying it, and I’m still open to more! (though, I’m hoping future requests will at least be from fandoms I actually know anything about!)

EDIT: I noticed a pretty big mistake so I had to change the ending a bit :(

14: Prison!AU

“So,” Sabo started nonchalantly, “how you doing?”

Law glared at him from across the prison cell. “How do you think I’m doing?”

“Eh.” The blond looked around the sixth level of Impel Down, earning scowls from everyone he made eye contact with. “Not so good?”

Law sat back, scowling as well. “No.”

Sabo managed to remain quiet for a couple more minutes before he got fidgety. “Hey, wanna play that you-say-a-word-that-starts-with-the-last-letter-of-the-word-I-said game?”

“No,” answered Law.

“I’ll start. Eggplant." 

Law was silent. 

"Did you hear me? Eggplant,” Sabo said a little louder. “Eggplant.”

Law didn’t say anything. 

"Eggplant. Eeeeeegggplannnt. Eggplant! E-G-G-P-L—”

“Tylenol,” Law replied gruffly. “Fucking tylenol, okay?”

“Ooh, nice,” said Sabo. “Let’s see, L… lyre.”


"Wrong!” Sabo laughed. His shackles clanged to join the noise. “I said lyre, not liar. L-Y-R-E.”

“Fuck you. Elephant.”

“Temerity,” the blond replied without a pause. “Need me to spell that one, too?”

“What do you think this is, a spelling bee?” Law asked. “Because it’s a prison. Ylang-ylang." 

"Grievous. And I know it’s a prison; why else do you think I’m resorting to playing word games with a sourpuss to keep myself busy?”

Law sneered. “Scowl,” he said pointedly. “Well I can only be glad that you hold me in the highest respect, can’t I?”

“Well of course! I don’t give respect freely, you know.” Sabo leaned back, looking accomplished. “You, my friend, are a smart cookie. Listeria.”

“Atrophy.” Law glared in such a way that said the word was not merely his turn in the game, but something he wished upon Sabo as well. 

“Y… y…”

Law smirked.

“Yawn,” Sabo finished.

“Necrosis.” Once again, it sounded more like a curse. 





Sabo smirked. “Are you hinting something? Discussion.”




Sabo pouted. “You can’t use the same word twice!”

“The first time didn’t count,” Law pointed out. “You said lyre, remember? Not liar.”

Sabo sighed. “I suppose that’s fair… Necrophiliac.” He said it like an insult, smirking. 

"Concussion,” Law hissed through his teeth.

“Now?” Sabo asked cheekily. 

“Whenever,” Law answered, his shackles giving a responding clank. 

Sabo thought it over, looking out among the other prisoners. He earned a whole new round of scowls. “Risky…” 

“Yes,” Law said simply. 

“Super!” Sabo grinned. 

Law lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”


"Please,” Law muttered, rolling his eyes. 

A sudden bang came from the ceiling. Sabo stood up, his shackles falling to the ground beneath him. Law had to restrain his jaw from dropping.

“That’s my ride,” Sabo said cheerfully. “Ah, Dragon. He’s always on time.”

“You…” Law couldn’t think of anything adequate to say to that. “…You didn’t say anything that starts with E.”

Sabo looked down at Law, surprised and amused. Then, “Am I erroneous,” he said, “in asking you to join me?”

Law gave it a short, silent consideration. “Somehow,” he answered, “I think I’m going to say yes.”

Well then.” Sabo pulled a key out of his pocket. “Shall we?”

Law smirked. “Let’s.”

brooklyn-babe143  asked:

Can you ship me with one of the O2L boys ? It's me in the Icon and I'm shy at times but outgoing and I love life and my favorite colors are baby blue and purple and I have blue eyes and can you do a cute imagine with how you ship me with? Something like I give him the silent treatment and he tickles and to get him to stop I have to kiss him ( I like Sam and I'm very stubborn)

OML SHARE SOME PRETTY WITH OTHERS DJDNNDKFKEK. But I ship u with Kian ( I know u like same but that’s not how ships work. But I ship u with him too)

“I’m so done Kian!” You screamed at your boyfriend.

“What did I do wrong this time?” He said slightly chuckling.

It was yours and Kian’s 2 year anniversary and you went out to dinner.
But the waiter was being a little to friendly with Kian.

“Because that waiter was flirting with you and you didn’t even care, nor do anything about it!” You screamed at him as you say your purse down and kicked off your heels.

“Come on baby, you can’t be mad at me. It’s our anniversary” he said calmly as ever.

“Do you even hear the words I’m saying?” You said to him as you pushed of off you as he was trying to hug you.

“Yes, yes I do. But it seems like your jealous” he said slightly smirking.

“Fuck off. Dick” you said before storming upstairs.

You slammed your bedroom door as you pulled at your hair.

You sighed and got ready for bed.

Taking off your dress, makeup, and putting you hair in a messy bun.

You grabbed your phone and climbed into your comfy bed.

You buried yourself under the covers because you forgot to turn off the bedroom light.

You checked all your social media.

When you got on Twitter, you see Kian tweeted something.

You were still mad at him, but you were curious to see what he tweeted.

You clicked on the notification and looked at the tweet.

’@KianLawley: when my baby gets jealous😂🐸☕️’

‘That little bastard. He’s gonna get some beating tomorrow from me that’s for sure’ you thought in your head.

You rolled my eyes and came up from under the covers as it was getting hot and you couldn’t breathe.

You clicked on the icon at the top and started typing.

'Y/T/N: When someone’s being a dick😒’

You clicked tweet and you instantly got a thousand notifications.

You turned to your side so your back was facing the door.

You started playing some music on your phone. Shawn Mendes to be exact.

An hour rolls by and your about to fall asleep when you hear someone open the door.

You don’t move and keep playing the game you were playing on your phone.

“Are you asleep baby?” Kian whispered as he kneeled over the bed.

He kissed your shoulder lightly before you shifted away from him.

“You can’t possibly still be mad” he groaned.

You decided not to answer him.

“Baby” He cooed hoping you would hear him. You could hear him perfectly though.

You stay silent.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He said falling back on the bed and rubbing his temples.

“Lex!” He says a little louder.

(I’m sorry if that’s not your name. Your bio had lex so I assume your name is Lexi🐛)

“Answer me” he said groaning and bringing out the e

You still keep silent.

You feel him move around before he quickly moves his arm around you and moving his fingers back and forth against your tummy, making you feel a tingly sensation that was satisfying.

You start to laugh and laugh.

Moving in different weird placed hoping it would go away.

You hear him chucking behind you.

You grab his hand and try to move his hand away but it won’t budge.

“Kian! Kian! S-stop!” You say laughing.

“I’m sorry what?” He saying taunting you.

“I’m sorry! Stop t-tickling me!” You said.

Your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling and laughing

“PLEASE STOP KIAN” you said louder still laughing and moving around.

He removed his hand.

And quickly lifted you up so you were on his lap.

He put his hand back where it was and you started to get cramps.

“Kian stop I’m getting cramps!” You said smiling cheeky.

he still didn’t stop. You only knew one other way for him to stop.

You quickly moved up to his face and kissed him harshly.

He immediately stopped and wrapped his arms round you. You pulled away from him.

“Can you talk to me now?” He said.

You wanted to see how long he would last. You kept silent. Yet still smiling.

“Are you serious?” He said.

“Listen babe. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything about it. I really didn’t know she was flirting. You mine and I’m yours okay?” He said kissing you hand.

“Okay” you whispered.

you gave him a quick peck before you both got comfortable in your bed and fell asleep cuddling.


Fight Me

NaLu Week 2015 Day 3: Transformation

Natsu is very impressed with Lucy’s Star Dress form that he challenges her in an arm-wrestling match with her Taurus Form.

It greatly amused Natsu that Lucy powers up with the abilities of her Celestial spirits once she equips them in Star Dress form. So far, he has seen her in Leo, Virgo and Taurus forms. He is especially impressed with the Taurus form, remarking at how badass Lucy is in it.

Obviously, he wanted to challenge her in that form. Typical Natsu.

If this happened a year ago, it wouldn’t take a second for Lucy to turn him down. But she wasn’t training for the past months for nothing.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Natsu?” Lucy asked him, a confident smirk upon her lips. “Taurus Form is my strongest in terms of physical power.” She cracked her knuckles for an added effect.

Natsu returned her confident smirk with his own as he rolled his shoulders and neck. “Of course! It’s only natural to want to challenge a strong opponent.”

Lucy blushed at the compliment. She’s used to getting compliments on her looks and brains, but never on her physical power. It felt good when people notice that things you work hard on which made her want to show off more. “Just one condition: no rematch after this. I know you, Natsu.”

“Are you saying you’ll win?”

“I’m saying I won’t lose to you.”

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high school musical meme
  • "It's New Years Eve. Enough reading."
  • "Can I have my book back?"
  • "The party? Remember?"
  • "C'mon. One more."
  • "Someday you guys might thank me for this."
  • "This could be the start of something new."
  • "Never felt this way."
  • "It feels so right to be here with you."
  • "I tried a solo and nearly fainted."
  • "End of solo career."
  • "My shower head is very impressed."
  • "I'll call you. I'll call you tomorrow."
  • "In two weeks, we're going to be heading to the championships."
  • "The ice princess has returned from the north pole."
  • "And I will see you in detention."
  • "I can't believe you live here."
  • "Why are you whispering?"
  • "I won't be signing up for anything for a while."
  • "I wouldn't even think impossible is even in your vocabulary."
  • "Oh, were you going to sign up, too?"
  • "Nice penmanship."
  • "I missed you during vacation."
  • "When's the big game?"
  • "You are so dedicated, just like me."
  • "It's always good to get extra credit."
  • "I just thought it might be a good laugh."
  • "So is a mountain lion, but you don't pet it."
  • "Getcha head in the game!"
  • "Should I go for it?"
  • "What team!?"
  • "That should be sixteen over pi."
  • "I stand corrected."
  • "We needn't concern ourselves with amateurs."
  • "The answer is yes!"
  • "What a perfect way to get caught up!"
  • "What the heck are those two doing in a tree!?"
  • "We've never made it past the first round."
  • "Maybe next year."
  • "I guess I wouldn't know how to speak cheerleader."
  • "My nail beds are history."
  • "Well, then maybe they're not really your friends."
  • "Just something for you."
  • "What time is she due back on the mother ship?"
  • "I'm not even behind on homework yet."
  • "Shortcut. Late for class."
  • "Your friends don't know you're here, right?"
  • "You were always right beside me."
  • "I've never had someone who know me like you do."
  • "I finally found what I've been looking for."
  • "It's a crowd favorite. Everybody loves a good jazz square."
  • "Which tells us what?"
  • "Nice talking to you."
  • "Where is your sports posse, or whatever they're called?"
  • "Is this some kind of joke?"
  • "Maybe we'll get to meet Ashton!"
  • "Someone's gotta tell him/her the rules."
  • "It's making me lose control."
  • "Is that even legal?"
  • "Sometimes I think it's even cooler than homework."
  • "This is not what I want."
  • "I do not understand."
  • "Something is really really wrong."
  • "We can do it."
  • "Everybody quiet!"
  • "I really can't everybody staring at me. I really can't."
  • "You do not want to get into that. Too much drama!"
  • "It just doesn't seem right."
  • "It's really satisfying."
  • "Good luck on Broadway!"
  • "I'd rather stick pins in my eyes."
  • "Evaporate tall person!"
  • "So, this is your secret hide out?"
  • "Makes me practice a little harder, I guess."
  • "I just wanna be a guy."
  • "Do your friends know that guy?"
  • "You even look like one too."
  • "Like kindergarten."
  • "wow, so this is your real stage."
  • "Yeah, and on the same day I invented the space shuttle and microwave popcorn."
  • "I'm sorry, this is a closed practice."
  • "She's just a girl!"
  • "Yeah, well, a lot of things are special."
  • "Did you ever think that maybe I could be both?"
  • "Look, I just did it. Who cares?"
  • "Who's Michael Crawford?"
  • "Why would she put his picture in your refrigerator?"
  • "Not yet, my friend, but just you wait."
  • "Something isn't right."
  • "We need to talk."
  • "We need to save our show from people who don't know the difference between a Tony Award and Tony Hawk."
  • "Are we synced?"
  • "I can dream, can't I?"
  • "This is the side where you belong."
  • "It means nothing to me."
  • "Everyone happy now?"
  • "Did you wanna grab some lunch?"
  • "I confused my feelings for the truth."
  • "Listen, there's something I wanna talk to you about."
  • "We're gonna be there cheering for you."
  • "I baked these fresh today."
  • "We were worse than jerks because we were mean jerks."
  • "No, not done."
  • "I tried."
  • "Could you tell her that I came by to see her?"
  • "What you heard the other day, it wasn't true."
  • "It's not my problem, it's there."
  • "But your dad..."
  • "You need to say yes."
  • "Too bad all these events weren't all happening on the same day."
  • "I'm proud to call you my sister."
  • "Do you know something about this small person?"
  • "How you feeling?"
  • "I trust you."
  • "Oh, hi! Call me."
  • "They'll be here."
  • "You really don't wanna do that."
  • "Oh yes, I do."
  • "Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Right at me."
  • "So, you're going with me to the after party, right?"
  • "Like on a date?"
  • "In theater that means good luck."
  • "I admire you so much."
  • "Buh-bye."
  • "We make each other strong."
  • "We're different in a good way."
  • "Together's were we belong."
  • "We're all in this together."
  • "These cookies are genius! The best things I've ever tasted."