if you actually want to talk about it then uh

anonymous asked:

can you do some Hunk headcanons??? shit I love yours, so perfect <3

you know what else is perfect? hunk

  • shiro: “team this is a serious matter so no joking around” hunk: “or you’ll…….. punish us??”
  • hunk reminds lance of the ladies that work at the salon near his house
    • he’s just got that latina “honey, you would not believe what arturo told me about nina last week” hairdresser vibe
    • sometimes lance gets the feeling that hunk is gonna give him a trim
  • “…okay but has anyone else noticed that coran sparkles sometimes when he talks?? like is this an altean thing or”
  • hunk: “this is such a bad idea oh god please don’t do it” also hunk: [whips out phone to record the proceedings]
  • pidge never actually has to ask hunk for help when coding, he’s just nosy so he’ll pop in and give his opinions whether she wants them or not
  • allura: “hunk i need you to make a bomb” hunk: “uh i’m sorry what did i do to give you the impression that i can make a–…. yeah okay give me like 10 minutes”
  • hunk team ups (as described by lance)
    • with pidge: Nerd Squared
    • with keith: Ketchup and Mustard
    • with shiro: Swole Acceptance
    • with lance: The Best Team (”tbt is in position shiro” “okay codenames are officially banned from missions”)
  • keith, delirious with pain: “hunk you’re so nice, dude. you’re like… like an angel with no wings” hunk: “so like a person”

anonymous asked:

I'm going through a real rough patch and if you want to write something cheerful you have no idea how grateful I'd be.

Flash sidled up to Superman on one of the Watchtower’s mezzanines, leaning against a rail. They looked at each other sidelong, then away.

“Wanna hear my new time?” Flash asked sideways, swaying as he alternated which foot held his weight, hands on his hips.

“There’s no way you beat my time,” Superman muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were in the other direction, and both men went silent as the Lanterns walked too close. Superman and Flash gave them a nod of acknowledgment, then waited for them to be at a safe distance.

“Nine seconds.”

“What!” Superman dropped his arms, whipped his head around to where Flash was grinning and bouncing on his heels. “No way.”

Flat,” Flash said.

“There’s no way.”

“Check my heartbeat if you don’t believe me,” Flash said, tapping his insignia with his thumb. Then he frowned. “Actually, don’t, I’m pretty excited about this so my pulse is probably crazy.”

His heart always sounded like an angry hummingbird trapped between his lungs, but Barry was also a notoriously terrible liar, so it wasn’t as relevant as it could have been.

Dangit,” Superman said, crossing his arms again. He leaned back to scope out the area around them. No one seemed to be paying them much mind. “What time?”

“Eleven on a Saturday,” Flash said, looking even more smug. “You know I don’t mess around.”

“Tch!” Superman made an irritated sound, licking his canines. Then he snapped his fingers. “You forgot about–”

“Nnnope,” Flash interrupted. “I’m including the new ones in that, that’s the whole reason we had to reset our times, otherwise I’d still be at seven-point-four.”

Tch.” Superman drummed his fingers against his bicep. “Nine seconds,” he repeated, torn between irritation and awe.

“You know what that means,” Flash said, waggling his eyebrows.

Superman sighed. “Alright, where are we going?”

“I want soup.”

“Uh-huh.” Superman waited. Flash was waiting for him to ask. Superman was not going to give him the satisfaction.

“… in Saigon.”

“You’ve been watching Bourdain again,” Superman accused.

“It looked like really good soup!” Flash said, defensive.

“Fine,” Superman said, “but I am going to beat your time, and when I do–”

“Beat what, now?” Wonder Woman asked, having managed to approach them while they were distracted by negotiations.

“Nothing!” Flash and Superman said at once.

“We were just talking,” Superman said.

“About stuff,” Flash added unnecessarily. “Private, personal, man stuff.”

Wonder Woman’s eyebrows shot up. She was close enough for her lariat to hum on her hip. She looked Flash over. Flash started to turn red.

“Okay bye!” Flash said, and he was gone in a streak of red.

“Superman?” Wonder Woman asked.

“I should, uh. Hal…”

He wasn’t actually making any definitive statements, just stringing words together, and yet somehow it still managed to ring false. She watched him go, putting her hands on her hips.

She could practically sense it when Batman came up beside her, even quiet as he was.

“Do you want to know what they were talking about.”

“Do you know?” she wondered. He said nothing, so she turned to look at his face. It was as expressionless as ever, but she got the impression that he did not consider the question worthy of dignifying with a response.

He was Batman. He would never be so rude as to say ‘of course’ – but of course he knew.

“I wouldn’t want to invade his privacy,” Wonder Woman said cautiously.

“He’d tell you if you really asked,” Batman said. “They just like feeling like they have a special thing.”

“Oh.”

“Flash, especially.”

“I see.” She tapped on her lower lip as she watched Superman talk to one of the Green Lanterns. “So what’s the special thing?”

“Pick me up in the plane on Saturday and I can show you.”

She froze. Slowly, she turned to look at him. As always, being able to see him helped not at all. “Like a date?” she asked.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “More like a stakeout.”

“That could be like a date.” She was mostly saying it to tease him. Sometimes if she did it right, he turned pink and had to find a shadow to hide in.

“It’s usually not.”

“Why not?”

“I’m usually with the kids.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean–”

“It’s fine.”

She put her hand out to rest on his shoulder. “I would never imply–”

“I know.”

She took her hand back. “I’ll behave,” she assured him.

“You don’t have to,” he said, and she grinned.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,” she said, and she gave him an exaggerated wink as she walked away.

“It’s a date,” he murmured.


Why,” Wonder Woman asked, “are we in Florida?”

Batman was sitting beside her, and the plane was in a low hover. “Because as far as anyone can tell, this is the single biggest and busiest Walmart in the world.”

“I don’t think that explains as much as you think it does,” she said.

Batman held up a phone. A clock took up most of the screen. 10:59. “Watch,” he said, and he pointed out to the parking lot, vast and terrifying and teeming with people. She watched, and she had no idea how she was supposed to see anything in the crowd.

Finally, she spotted it. The motion too quick to be anything mortal. Would anyone on the ground notice anything more than a strong breeze?

“Oh! It’s the–” She snapped her fingers, couldn’t remember the word.

“Carts,” Batman supplied.

“Yes!”

In almost no time at all, every cart in the parking lot had been returned to one of the designated corrals. Batman pointed to something that he must have been using technology in his mask to see, because otherwise his eyes should not have been good enough. Wonder Woman was much better equipped to see Superman, standing beneath a tree and checking a stopwatch and scowling. He did some kind of motion with his arms and one leg that suggested he’d have thrown his hat to the ground, if he’d been wearing one.

“They introduced new carts,” Batman explained. “They don’t fit with the other ones, so it slows them down. Ruined their whole system.”

“They had a system?” she asked, giggling.

“No, here,” he said, tapping her arm to point again. “This is the best part. He’s frustrated.”

That’s the best part?”

“Watch what he does.”

She watched. Superman was gone again, more impossible-to-follow motion through the crowd. Things were moving. Large things.

“He’s fixing the cars!” she said, clapping her hands together.

“He’s fixing bad parking jobs,” Batman confirmed. “Because he’s mad.” There was a brief crooked curve to his mouth.

“He moved that one to a different space!”

“Illegally parked in a handicapped spot.”

“How fun.” Wonder Woman watched the people wandering through the lot, wondered how many of them had noticed what was happening and how many had disregarded it as nothing worth noticing. “Flash is the winner of this contest, then?”

“Consistently.”

“Is there a prize?”

“Clark buys him lunch. Usually somewhere he saw on a food show, since he can’t normally do that.”

“Why not?”

“Hm?”

“Barry can run anywhere, can’t he?” she asked. “I see no reason he couldn’t run to these places on his own.”

“He doesn’t like being alone in foreign countries,” Batman explained. “It makes him anxious.”

“Oh.” She returned her gaze to the parking lot. “How nice, then, that it all works out.” She frowned. “Is this weird?” she asked. “Spying on our friends like this.”

“I don’t think I’m the right person to ask.”

“Do you do this often?” she wondered. “Watch people have fun without you?”

“Define 'often’.”

Wonder Woman held up a finger in warning. “Zatanna taught me a trick.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“She says that if you ask me to define the parameters, it means the answer is bad.”

Before he could respond, there was a thump.

Superman was standing on the nose of the invisible jet.

He tapped a knuckle on the glass, until Diana opened the hatch. “Hello!” she said cheerfully.

“What are you two doing here?” Clark asked.

“We’re on a date!” Diana said.

“We’re not on a date,” Batman said.

“If you’re not on a date, can you give me a ride?”

“You’re out of our way,” Batman said.

“Nah, just drop me off in Gotham,” Clark said, slipping inside the plane, awkwardly floating between the two front seats into the back.

“You don’t even need a ride,” Bruce said, having to fit himself as far as possible into the edge of his seat so that Clark would have room to get by. “You can fly.”

“Yeah, and you can walk, but I don’t see you giving up the Batmobile.” Clark made himself comfortable in the back seat as Diana closed up the plane. “I’m craving Dimitri’s.”

“You’re too sober for Dimitri’s,” Bruce said.

“I’m always sober. You’re lucky I can tell this wasn’t a real date, or I would be really creeped out by the whole spying on me thing.”

“Don’t tell Barry we know about your special thing,” Diana said, pulling the plane out of its hover to ascend. “I don’t want to ruin it for him.”

“I won’t,” Clark assured her. “Hey, you know where we should go while we’re here?”

“No,” said Bruce.

“Where?” asked Diana.

“No,” said Bruce.

“Disney World!”

“No.”

Diana gasped.

“No.”

Clark put a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “You can’t have come all the way to Florida just to see me,” he coaxed.

“I’m banned from Walmart, strongly discouraged from visiting Disney parks, and my parents are dead. I have no other reason to visit Florida.”

You Bet [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Request(s): A freaking lot

Word Count: 3233… too long I hate it

Song: Shook Me All Night Long by ACDC for no reason other than I love that song

Summary: Steve is awfully distracted by your getup for helping out at the Snow Ball

Warning(s): Smut (duh), Swearing (have you met me), arguing (Nancy and the reader), Jonathan being the coolest, Dustin being a little shit, this is really basic honestly it’s pretty bad

Author’s Note: IT’S HERE! FUCKING FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR LIKE A WEEK I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO POSTING! I’M SO SORRY! Anyway, this probably isn’t that amazing but it could be worse i’m somewhat okay with how it turned out

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Unheard Confessions

Originally posted by juggie3


Anon request: Hello! I was hoping you could do a Jughead imagine where him and the reader are pre-relationship and the reader confesses their love almost every day but Jug is too caught up in his writing to notice? (Bonus if the other parts of the CoreFour are involved). Thanks!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Everyday (Y/N) confesses her feelings for Jughead but they’re never heard

Warnings: one swear word

Word count: 1,201

A/N: ahh everyone thank you so much for all the kind responses to my first imagine!! hope you enjoy!


We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s: him feverishly writing his story and me staring at him as smitten as can be.

“Jughead?” I asked, glancing at the raven-haired boy sitting across from me.

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes remaining glued to the laptop screen.

“I just… I wanted to,” I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in.  “I know we’ve been friends for a while and that’s great, I love being your friend, but sometimes I just think that… I don’t know, sometimes I want to be more.”  He remained quiet, so I continued, “And if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship.”  I let out a big sigh and looked up at Jughead.  He was still staring at his laptop.  “Jughead!” I exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?” he asked. My eyes widened.

“Did you not hear anything I just said?” I inquired.  Jughead’s eyebrows rose and he bit his lip, breaking eye contact with me.

“I’m sorry, I was just really invested in my story,” he apologized.  I sighed and shrugged, standing up.

“It’s fine, Jug, it wasn’t anything important,” I assured him, grabbing my bag.  “I’m gonna head home, I have to work on my homework.” He nodded and waved as I turned around and exited Pop’s.  “Oh god,” I muttered under my breath as I walked home, rubbing my temples.


Two days later, I found myself in the same position: Jughead furiously typing and me preparing to confess my feelings.

“Jughead, I need to talk to you,” I said, more demandingly than last time.  Jughead looked up from his laptop and nodded.

“Go ahead,” he said, then looked back down at his screen.

“I-” Before I could start, Betty approached our table.

“Hey guys!” she greeted.  I smiled, whereas Jughead kept his head down.  “Could I sit here with you guys?”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” I replied, scooching over so she could sit next to me.  She smiled gratefully as she slid into the booth.

“Thanks, (Y/N).  So what were you guys talking about before I interrupted?”  I bit my lip.  Betty knew about my big crush on Jughead, all of our friends knew.  I glanced at her and she nodded, understanding what I was trying to do.  “Do you want me to leave?” she whispered.  I shook my head.

“No, no, you can stay. Please, actually, I need the moral support.”  She nodded and sat back in the booth.  I sucked in a deep breath and started over, “So, Jughead, as I was trying to say before, we’ve been friends for so long.  But I like you.  I’ve liked you for a while, and I even tried to tell you a few days ago but you didn’t hear me.  I just needed to tell you, and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine.  Just, please, I want to at least stay friends with you no matter what.”  Betty looked at me with a proud smile, subtly sending me a thumbs up.  Smiling back at her, I turned to face Jughead.

“Jughead?” Betty asked, glancing between me and him.  “Did you just hear what (Y/N) said?”

“Huh?” Jughead breathed, looking between me and Betty.  “Betty, when’d you join us?”  Betty and I exchanged a shocked glance, our eyes wide and mouths agape.  “What?”

“I’ve been here for five minutes,” Betty said, her voice sharp.  “Did you not hear anything (Y/N) or I said?”

“Oh,” Jughead sighed. “I did it again.  I’m sorry, (Y/N).  What were you trying to say?”

Betty started, “She was trying to tell you that she-”

“Has cheerleading practice tomorrow,” I interrupted Betty.  “I have cheerleading practice tomorrow, and it’s gonna go pretty late, so I can’t meet you here tomorrow.”  Betty cast me a disapproving glare, but softened when I looked at her sadly. Jughead, although usually clever and observant, did not notice this exchange.

“Okay,” he said, “that’s fine.  You’ll still meet me here on Saturday though, right?”  I bit my lip, contemplating making up an excuse.  Quickly, I looked to Betty for approval.  She subtly nodded.

“Yeah of course,” I agreed cheerily.  “Saturday.” Jughead smiled and nodded.  I stood up and Betty followed suit, and we both exited the diner.  Once we got outside, Betty stopped and turned to look at me.

“What was that?” she whisper-yelled.  

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “It happened on Tuesday, too.  He never seems to hear me.”

“But you’re gonna try again, though,” she said.  “Right?”

“I- I don’t know,” I sighed, and began walking.  Betty followed suit.  “I guess I’ll try again, but I don’t know, maybe it’s not meant to be.”

“Not meant to be?” Betty repeated.  “(Y/N), you and Jughead are, as Kevin likes to say, endgame!”  I laughed at the terminology and shrugged, unable to think of a reply.  “Please try, at least one more time.”

I assured her, “I’ll try.”


Two weeks later, I stood at my locker with Veronica and Betty.  Angrily, I slammed my locker closed and then leaned up against it.

“It’s pointless!” I groaned, lightly banging my head against the locker.  “For two weeks I’ve tried, two whole weeks!  Every day, I go into Pop’s and tell myself, ‘This is the day.’ Then I sit with him, build up the courage, and I tell him.  And every day, he doesn’t hear me.  Every fucking day!”  Veronica and Betty both shook their heads.

“I can’t believe him,” Veronica seethed.  “That’s ridiculous, he has to have heard you at least once.  He’s not deaf.”  Betty nodded in agreement.

“Just try talking to him without his laptop,” Betty suggested.  “Make sure that he has no distractions, just you and him.”  

“Thank you,” I smiled. “I’ll definitely do that tonight at Pop’s.”

“Why do it tonight,” Veronica drawled, looking past me, “when you can do it now?”  I turned around to see Jughead down the hallway.

“Oh no,” I whined.  “Not now, not here.”

Ignoring my objections, Veronica called out, “Jughead!”  He looked at us and nodded, walking over to where we stood.

“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the lockers next to me.

“Hi,” I smiled, twiddling with my fingers.  Betty and Veronica exchanged smirks and edged away from us, still remaining within earshot. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and-”

“I know,” Jughead interrupted me.  “And I never hear you.  I know, I’m sorry.”  I nodded, licking my lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay, I just feel like I should tell you now, while I know I have your attention.” Jughead laughed lightly.  “I… I like you, Jughead.  More than friends.”  Jughead’s eyes widened and I stopped.  Every time he remained quiet at Pop’s I kept going, but now I stopped, not knowing how to continue.

“You like me?” he asked. “And you’ve been trying to tell me for two weeks?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.  He rubbed his face.

“Jesus,” he sighed.  “I’m an ass.”

“No, you’re not,” I told him.  “I just- if you don’t feel the same way it’s fine, but please don’t let this ruin our friendship.  I couldn’t live with myself if-”

“(Y/N),” he interrupted again, “I like you, too.”

bend-me-shape-me  asked:

I'm so here for your "Asmodeus getting Dean's phone calls" posts but can we talk about how funny it would be if Dean tried to have phone sex thinking it is Cas he is talking to? Dean: Hey angel, what are you wearing?? Asmodeus: *screaming internally* this isn't happening, someone tell me this isn't happening please.

Ha!   Yes!   I am so here for that

Dean:  Hey, did you hear my prayers earlier?

Asmodeus:  Um, actually I have uh…did not…weird

Dean:   K, I said uh…I wish you were here

Asmodeus:  Me too, I have to go now

Dean:  You’ve been really BAD, going away for so long

Asmodeus:  What?!

Dean:  What ARE we going to do about that?

Asmodeus:  *Whispering to Lucifer*  Help me

Lucifer:   Ask him what he wants to do about it.  But in like, a suggestive way

Asmodeus:  Not that kind of help!

One Last Thing

12x12 coda almost a week late (oops)

When they get back to the bunker, Dean is surprised to see Mom head toward the room they’d assigned to her all those months ago. He assumed she’d leave as soon as they were safely back underground. He’s still staring down the hallway after her when he hears Cas sigh.

He turns to find him slumped in a kitchen chair, his hands in his lap and his coat closed enough to cover the blood and black…goo on his shirt. He’s staring down at the table with a crease between his brow.

“You OK?” Dean asks gruffly as he takes a tentative seat perpendicular to him.

“No.”

Dean balks at the honesty but doesn’t say anything. He leans forward and folds his hands on top of the table. Somewhere in the direction of Sam’s room, a door opens and closes.

“I shouldn’t be alive,” Cas continues, still staring at the table. “I would’ve never…”

Suddenly Cas’ eyes pop up and past Dean as Sam enters the kitchen.

None of them say anything as Sam grabs a cold cup of coffee. Dean and Cas look at each other. When Sam leaves, Cas’ eyes find the table again.

“I wouldn’t’ve…said what I said,” Cas continues, hesitance clear in his tone, “If I had known…”

A couple of seconds pass before it clicks for Dean. “That you weren’t actually gonna die?”

Cas nods minutely.

Dean leans back, runs a hand up through his hair and then drops it to his knee. “Look, man, you know I ain’t good at this. But you are family, so…what you said…it’s not–it doesn’t–you’re not trying to take it back, are you?” What the fuck–that’s not what he meant to say at all.

“No, of course not.” For some reason, Cas sounds angry. “It’s just that I–nothing.” He quickly turns his head to the side, the way he used to do when Dean had hurt his feelings.

“Cas,” Dean says softly. He waits until Cas looks at him. “I was scared to death when I saw that…what that spear did to you. I can’t lose you, man. So, uh, tell me. Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out.” It’s too harsh, too casual, but anything else wouldn’t be Dean.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“What?”

Cas squints at him. “It was a declaration made because I thought it was the last chance I would get to tell you. I couldn’t die without telling you that I…that.”

Dean leans forward again and wipes his hand over his mouth. “You, uh, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. You know I’m not–I’m not very good at the whole, uh, love thing, but I know it’s there. I know we’re–you know, we’re good.”

Cas squints harder and leans forward so they’re only inches apart. “You knew I was in love with you?”

Hold on.

“That’s not–you didn’t–that’s not what you said, man. You didn’t say that.”

“Dean.”

That’s his “quit being a dense idiot, Dean” voice.

Dean huffs a nervous laugh and stares at the table. “Yeah, uh, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you had died.”

Now Cas is laughing, too. “We are terrible at this.”

Dean lifts his eyes shyly. Cas is studying him.

“Do you remember…” Dean stops and sucks in a breath. He shouldn’t be talking about this. “That day in the cemetery, when we all thought I was gonna die.”

Cas nods once but doesn’t say anything.

“I wanted to, uh, say something.” Dean smiles and scratches the back of his head. “Actually, I didn’t. I wanted to–to kiss you.” He winces in embarrassment.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

Dean looks sharply over at him.

“If you waited until you were on the brink of death to kiss me, I would’ve killed you myself.”

“You waited until your deathbed to tell me you lo–”

Cas cuts Dean’s argument off with a kiss. It’s just a tentative press of lips, but Dean still lets out a needy, embarrassing whimper as it happens. When Cas pulls away, Dean mumbles, “Nuh-uh,” and grabs him by the cheek to pull him back in. His hip is digging into the edge of the table, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

It’s sloppy and too fast and Cas is breathing heavy and whispering, “I love you,” over and over right against Dean’s mouth and it’s all too much and not nearly enough.

Later, in the pitch black of his room, lying breathless next to an angel, Dean tells Cas that he loves him, too.

anonymous asked:

Fine! If we can't talk about Clyde ruining Tweeks love confession and Craig ignoring that fact, why don't we talk about the BROTP. Craig, why haven't you been hanging out with Clyde? He's a sad boi.

CRAIG: What?

CRAIG: Dude I got trapped in the mountains with him yesterday, AND we had a sleep over a couple hours later.

CRAIG: And the day before that I was hanging out at his house, too.

CRAIG: Uh, he blogged all of it?

CRAIG: Clyde, are you actually sad or are these people just fucking with you?

CLYDE: [sssssighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghghfhg]

CLYDE: No… they’re right.

CLYDE: I was sad today because you didn’t want to hang out.

CRAIG: Well I was sorta busy?

CLYDE: Yeah, but you didn’t say why. 

CRAIG: I didn’t think you wanted to know why that badly.

CLYDE: Yeah, but… lately you’ve been hanging out with Tweek way more than you have with me and it’s bringing me to major bummed out town, not gonna lie.

CRAIG: But… we’re hanging out now?

CLYDE: Yeah but… but…

CLYDE: I feel like I’m losing you as a BFF, bro…

CLYDE: We used to hang out so much and I guess I’m just getting emotional today, b-because we hung out so much in the last few days and I thought maybe we’d start hanging out a whole bunch again but then– then you said you were busy and didn’t even tell me why, and then you started posting pictures of you and Tweek hanging out and having fun and, and–

CLYDE: It hurt my feelinggggggggggggs…

CRAIG: Is this why you tried to beat up Tweek? Jesus christ, dude!

CLYDE: No I know it was soooo dumb and I’m a huge jerk but I thought it was a great idea when I did it cause… cause I don’t really know why but, but…

CRAIG: Dude.

CLYDE: [sniffle] What, dude?

CRAIG: I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were being shoved away.

CRAIG: I’ve just needed to make time for more than just you. Cause, hate to break it to you dude, but dating someone kind of means you have to hang out with them at least sometimes.

CLYDE: Why couldn’t you j-just tell me you were hanging– hanging out with Tweek today, then, bro…? :(

CRAIG: ‘Cause I didn’t think you were interested in hearing about that kind of shit, dude!

CRAIG: Like, do you know how lame it is to talk about your boyfriend to your best friend all the time?

CRAIG: Especially when it’s your gay boyfriend!

CRAIG: That’s like, super gay!

CLYDE: It is…

CRAIG: You’re still my best friend, dude. Nothing’s changed.

CLYDE: B-bro…

CRAIG: Here, come on dude. Let’s hug it out. I know how much you like hugs.

CLYDE: Bro, I do like hugs, bro!

CRAIG: God, you’re such a crybaby.

CLYDE: [sniffle] F-fuck you. I love you dude.

CRAIG: I love you too dude.

CRAIG: Come on, I think my mom’s just about here. She can take you home so you don’t have to walk in the dark with no shirt on.

CRAIG: Still don’t know why you took it off in the first place.

4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,429

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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  • Naruto: So, like, ever since Hinata confessed to me, people have been like- ya know
  • Sasuke: Hn
  • Naruto: And I'm just- I don't, like, I can't- ya know
  • Naruto: But I should, right? There's no reason I shouldn't, uh, ya kn-
  • Sasuke: Dobe, if you say "ya know" one more time
  • Naruto: I can't help it, I'm just so, so, ya know!
  • Sasuke: Why are you talking to me about this, idiot?
  • Naruto: You're the only one who hasn't said anything, ya know. Sakura-chan, Kakashi, Ino, Iruka, even Kiba have been on my case non-stop.
  • Sasuke: It's your life. Your choice. Do what you want. It makes no difference to me.
  • Naruto: But, but Sasuke, I'm just so... Ya know.
  • Sasuke: Fine, usuratonkachi. We'll talk.
  • Sasuke: Do you think she's pretty?
  • Naruto: Eto... *squints* I guess so.
  • Naruto: Actually, now that you mention it, Hinata's kind of a looker, huh
  • Naruto: But she's still not as pretty as- *glances over* Uh, other people.
  • Sasuke: Like who? Sakura?
  • Naruto: Yeah, Sakura-chan and... Someone else
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: So the problem is that you have feelings for another person
  • Naruto: *blushes* Um... I guess, but I doubt you- I mean, this other person will ever, ya know, feel the same way, so I should just
  • Sasuke: Have you said anything?
  • Naruto: Well, no
  • Naruto: But after everything that happened, you- I mean, this person should get it by now, and if y- they don't, that probably means it's one-sided. Right?
  • Sasuke: Maybe
  • Naruto: Oh
  • Sasuke: Unless I -I mean, this 'other person' was thinking the same way as you
  • Naruto: Really? You Were?
  • Sasuke: Were what? I'm talking about this mysterious 'other person' who's apparently prettier than Hyuuga Hinata, which is -mmmphmm!
  • Sasuke: What was that, you moron?
  • Naruto: It's called a kiss, teme.
  • Naruto: Something two people do when they like each other.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: I'm not familiar with the concept.
  • Sasuke: Maybe you should show me again.
(who makes you feel at home ?) i think thats fair, i think thats a fair uh … thats a fair … um acknowledgment yeah (*interviewers start giggling at him*) (so does this person know the song is written about them ?) … ummm, i actually dont know (goes on to talk about how anybody can make the song about what they want he doesnt want to ruin it for them) … but yeah sweet creature is defiantly about one person.
—  More harry talking about who ‘sweet creature’ is about via x
Dare.

Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’ 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so any feedback is more than welcome! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


     After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now.  The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success.
     You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you.
     He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face.
     - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile.
     - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero!
     He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him.
     Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.
     - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips.
     - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice.
     You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him.
     That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears.
     - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming.
     - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed.
     - Yes, Nat! Something envolving the giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed.
     - Hell no! - You shouted.
     - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat.
     - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago.
     - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you.
     Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good.
     They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’ ’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic.
     - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture.
     - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone.
     - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk.
     You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face…
     - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were.
     You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it.
     You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched.
     His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you.
     - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce.
Everybody was watching surprised.
     - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder.
     Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. 
     After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.



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Clumsy

Summary: Peter Parker may be a superhero but he’s still the clumsiest boy in the world. 

AN: y’all can’t tell me that peter isn’t clumsy af. you can’t

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by mrsjacewayland

Peter Parker nodded as his friend Ned prattled on about what happened in Chemistry class. A class Peter had to miss because of his crime fighting duties. Truth was, Peter couldn’t care less about Chemistry. He was too busy staring at the laughing girl from across their table. Her head was thrown back and her silvery laugh filled his ears. Y/N’s face lit up in a way that made Peter’s heart fall even more for her. The boy sighed and rested his head on his fist.

“You know you could just talk to her instead of staring at her like a creeper.” Ned stated.

“I-I wasn’t staring, Ned.” Peter defended himself.

“Sure you weren’t, buddy.” Ned chuckled. Peter rolled his eyes.

“If I was, and I’m not saying I was, can you blame me? She’s perfect.” Peter said, dreamily.

“Which is why you should talk to her.” Ned forced.

“With her friends, who hate me by the way, around her? I don’t think so.”

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Keep The Skirt


Requested: Yes, Could you do a fluff/smut DracoxReader where Draco has been crushing on you for so long and finally confesses his love for you in a romantic way. Later he would bring out his more sexual side and you guys well, fuck. The reader is a pureblood slytherin. :) Hopefully this makes sense cause honestly I love for you to write this.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff

   You turned the page in your book as the train was beginning to pull away from the station. You glanced out the window and watched the platform of 9 ¾ began to whirl by. You looked back down at your book and resumed reading. You looked up irritably when you realized the door to your compartment was loose and rattled like hell. You drew your wand from your emerald and black robes and without looking mumbled “reparo”. You smiled as the rattling stopped. You put your wand away and continued to read. 

   A few minutes later you heard the door open. You growled and whipped out your wand. You looked up and pointed your wand towards the door. You raised a brow when you saw Draco Malfoy and his luggage standing in the doorway. He glanced at your wand then back at you. He swept the empty compartment and gave you a small smile.

   “I’m assuming these seats are empty. I lost my friends so can I stay here?” He asked pushing his way in and beginning to put his luggage away.

   “Well I guess I can’t say no now.” You said looking back down to your book. You heard him huff and you looked up to see him struggling to put his bag in the overhead. You sighed and put your book down. You stood up and stood by his side to help shove the trunk on the shelf. When it was finally up you sat back down and opened your book. 

   “Thank you.” Draco said sitting down opposite of you. 

   "Of course.” You put down your book and looked to him. "How are you?” You asked. He propped his feet up and laid back. 

   "Well enough. Why are you alone?” He asked. You frowned.

   “Usually when someone asks how you’re doing you’re supposed to ask in return. I’m doing well. And to and to answer your question it’s because I prefer to read than listen to Pansy talk about how head over heels she is for you.” You said watching him inspect the cover of your book. He smiled and chuckled. 

   “I can see why that would drive you to wanting to be alone. I passed by them I wished I had an invisibility cloak.” He said. You smiled and stuck out your hand. 

   “Y/n, y/n l/n.” You said introducing yourself. He glanced at your hand and grinned at you. 

   “Actually uh, I know your name. We sat next to each other for the first two years in Defense and Potions.” He said shaking your hand. You furrowed your brows.

   “We did? And you remember it?” You asked. A deep blushed crossed his pale cheeks.

   “I mean I just observed it.” He said bashfully. You nodded. 

   “Wow. Draco Malfoy pays more attention to his surroundings than we thought. Or maybe, he has a crush on me.” You joked. He rolled his eyes.

   “Oh be quiet.” He said laughing and turning to the ceiling. You smiled and did the same.

   “That wasn’t a no.” You said using your robes as a blanket.

   “Well I wouldn’t want to lie.” He said smoothly. You looked over at him and caught him staring at you. You smiled.

   “Watch out. I don’t want Pansy after my head.” You said. He chuckled. 

   By the time the train pulled into the station you had gained a best friend and a date to Hogsmeade. 

   By the middle of the year, you and Draco had been going steady for months. You were practically inseparable. You hated the same people, hated the same classes and hated the same things. 

   You sat in the Slytherin common room with Draco’s head in your lap, playing with his hair. 

   “Hey love?” He said looking up at you. You hummed and looked down. "Do you want to go up to my room?” He asked.

   “Sure.” You said following him up the stone steps to his room. He brought you into his empty room and closed the door behind you. He hugged you and pushed you towards the bed. You dropped down on the bed with him on top of you. He proped himself up on his elbows and ducked down to kiss you. You placed a hand on his neck and pulled him close. His hand slowly traveled over your white button up shirt. He loosened your tie and you parted to pull it over your head. He placed a hand one he first button of your shirt and looked at you for permission. You nodded and he quickly undid them exposing your chest. You smiled and reached up and pulled him by his tie back to you. He smirked as you pulled him in for another heated kiss. You began unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He shrugged it off and reached down to get rid of his trousers. You felt him struggling and smiled against his lips. You gently pushed him away and helped undo his belt and get his pants off. You smirk at his growing erection. He pulled you close and began kissing down your neck. He reached around and unhooked your bra. You let it fall off and reached down and palmed him through his boxers. He moaned softly and reached up and palmed on breast. You whimpered as he toyed with your nipple. He trailed his other hand down and hiked up your skirt and smirked.

   “Lace huh?” He asked teasingly. Before you could answer he slipped two fingers in your making you moan. He chuckled and gently pushed you back onto the bed. He pumped his fingers painfully slow. This was your first time with Draco and you never pegged him as a tease. He slipped your panties down and off your legs. You began to remove your skirt but he grabbed your wrist firmly to stop you.

   “I like it on.” He growled in your ear. You nodded. And moved your hand to the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms under you and pulled you to stand. 

   “What are-”

   “Face down, ass up.” He said pointing towards the bed. You obliged and got into position. He picked up a tie from the floor and got behind you. He reached forward and put the tie in front of you.

   “Open.” He demanded. You opened your mouth and he shoved the tie in your mouth as a gag. He straighted and used his knee to push your legs apart. You felt him place a hand on your ass and use his thumb to spread your folds. He positioned himself and slowly pushed himself into you. You moaned out and rutted your hips back against him. He groaned and took that as a signal to speed up. He gripped your hips harshly, digging his fingernails into you skin. You whined against the gag and grabbed the sheets tight as he fucked you. You cried out in suprise as he slapped your ass. He slowed down drastically and rocked his hips making you whine. 

   “You want me to go faster?” He asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice. You pushed back against him and he chuckled. He took the hint and sped up again. You moaned into the gag and smiled lazily as you felt the framiliar knot in your stomach form. He began thrusting roughly and smacking your ass more frequently and harder. A few more hard thrusts and he got sloppier. He reached down and began rubbing your clit throwing you over the edge. You came screaming his name, muffled by the gag. He pulled out and you felt warm cum hit your back. Draco held your hips a second long and stood up. You dropped down on your stomach and tucked your arms under you. Draco laughed and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. You spit out the tied and huffed.

    “Babe? Can you get a rag and clean me up?” You asked. He hummed in reponse and you waited quietly for him to come back. Eventually he did and he rubbed soft circles as he cleaned your back with a rag. You felt tired. You felt yourself slowly lul to sleep leaving Draco to clean up the clothes and move you to cuddle with him at the head of the bed. He covered you both with the blanket  and pulled you close. 

   “Goodnigt princess.” He mumbled into your hair. You mumbled in reponse and he smiled. He fell asleep listening to your soft breathing and occasional snores.

By Then

Request: Can you do JD x Fem!Reader whereJd stands up for her when she’s bullied And if you do it can you tag me

Tag/s: @hamilton4laurens

Pairing: Jason Dean / JD x Reader

A/N: imsorryifthisisbadhelpme | also what a crappy title i didnt know what to name it lol


You always tried to avoid being the center of attention. It wasn’t because the Heathers would probably bully and trash talk you for it, you just didn’t like people talking about you let alone look at you all the time. You were basically the polar opposite of them.

But that wasn’t the case after H. Duke, being the butt she is spread rumors about you because H. Chandler told her to do it. You didn’t do anything to them but they think you practically attacked them by helping Martha out of a situation caused by them.

The rumor basically went, “Y/N will do blowjobs for everyone!” and everyone believed it because one, they were idiots and two, it came from the most popular girls in school. You kind of wanted to die.

Kind of.

You sat alone at lunch at the farthest table possible so that you wouldn’t gain attention. But of course, one way or another they’d try to bring you in the spotlight just to humiliate you. Especially, Kurt and Ram.

“Please leave me alone.” You watched as the two of them sat across the table abruptly and looked at you with great perversity.

“Aw don’t be like that, Y/N.” Kurt grinned from ear to ear. “We just want to have fun with you~”

“Go away.” You said as you took your tray and stood up but before you could walk away, Ram took a hold of your wrist making you drop your tray. It clattered loudly making everyone in the room face your direction.

“Don’t be a loser.” He said. 

“Go away!” You said, louder this time and tried squirming your wrist out of his grasp but to no avail. You were pretty weak, basically.

“You heard the girl, go away.”

It happened too fast but the next thing you know, Ram was on the ground holding his face moaning in pain and you were right behind JD, the transfer student you weren’t even friends with. You were both relieved and shocked that he came to your aid. 

“JD!” You gasped and he looked down at you, smiling. Ever since he came to the school, you’ve tried talking to him countless times since you were in so many classes together but you never came around it. It sounds ridiculous but you may or may not have harbored a little crush on him by just seeing him.

He punched Kurt when he was charging towards him in revenge for his best friend lying on the ground. When he did, Kurt was just in the same position as Ram was: lying on the ground, hurting.

“Come on, let’s go before they get up.” He grinned and took you by the hand, pulling you through the cafeteria with silent, shocked students as they watched you exit.

“Thank you.” You said. “For saving me.”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N.” JD said as he rubbed his knuckles. 

“You know my name?”

“Uh,” he took awhile. “Yeah, I do.”

A smile found its way on your lips and before you know it, he was also smiling too. You wanted time to stop right here right now.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said. “But I feel like I might be bothering you.” 

“No,” you laughed. “Actually I’ve been meaning to talk to you too.” 

“Really?” he smiled. “What about?”

“Uhm..” Shit. 

JD laughed. “I’ve meaning to talk.. Ask you if you want to get a slushie some time this week?”

You smiled. “Sure.”

“And by then, I hope you tell me why you’ve been meaning to talk to me too.”

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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The Reveal We All Needed...

Before you start reading I just want to say… this is EXACTLY what it looks like… and probably what none of you are expecting XD So Enjoy, and remember, all blame goes to @marinette-buginette and @mr-hawkmoth who both gave me the idea for drunk shenanigans… 

And before you ask, I regret nothing.


Gabriel Agreste was a great many things. The leader of a fashion empire that he had built up from the dust. A powerful, influential figure within the city of Paris. Once, a loving husband. Occasionally a stern father. Recently, a man obsessed with gaining the power held by the Miraculous, the villain known as Hawkmoth.

But for the moment he was completely and utterly shit-faced.

“Aide-y Dream! We need to have a talk!”

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December 3– Getting stranded in the snow (from @omgcpwinterextravaganza)

“No, no, no, no!” Eric shouted, slamming his hands on his steering wheel with each exclamation. “No! This cannot be happening, dear Lord.”

Eric exhaled loudly, sitting back in his seat and closing his eyes. He’d thought he could make it back to the hotel, had underestimated the folks at his book signing when they told him Montreal blizzards were not to be messed with.

He had come to Montreal as part of his tour to promote his newest cookbook. Instead of filming for his show, he’d be doing vlogs on the road for the time being. He had one more stop in New York before he would be heading to California for the rest of the summer. If he ever survived being stranded on the side of the road in a Canadian snowstorm, that is.

Eric had no idea where he was. All he knew is that the hood of his car had started smoking the same time as he ran out of gas, and he had just enough time to pull over before his rental car refused to go any farther.

At least he had his phone. Sure, it was at 9% with one bar, but he could still make a call or two. Eric grabbed the travel brochure from his bag and dialed the one mechanic’s shop on the list of phone numbers.

“Bonjour, c'est Réparation Automobile,” the man on the phone said. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, uh, Jay ne par-le pas French,” Eric tried. One semester of language in college had not prepared him at all.

“I am sorry,” the man said, his English heavily accented. “This is Auto Repair. Can we help you?”

“Yes, my car broke down right off of 117 and I am really lost,” Eric admitted.

He waited for a response for long enough that he started to wonder if the man had hung up. Eric pulled the phone from his ear and saw that the screen was black and– great. Now his phone was dead.

Eric tried not to panic. Surely the snow would stop soon. And his car was still warm! He had water and food in the back, and an extra blanket, though his portable charger was back at the hotel. And eventually, someone would have to come down this road and see him.

Deciding to brace the cold himself, Eric got out of the car and ran around to the front, lifting up the hood. Smoke billowed out, and though Eric had never been particularly apt at mechanics, he knew enough to tell he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Eric resigned himself to waiting in the car. After locking all the doors and turning off the headlights, he climbed into the backseat of the car and wrapped himself in the blanket. He grabbed a granola bar from his bag and a bottle of water, trying to think of anything but the fact that he was currently stranded. 

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Eric heard the distinct sound of a car engine. He scrambled to unlock the car door and lunged outside, twisting himself in the blanket. He ended up falling face-first into the snow but managed to stand up in time to get the driver’s attention.

Though Eric was waving frantically and yelling at the car, it sped right past him, not even slowing down. Eric let out a frustrated groan as he watched the car disappear.

Eric turned back to his car and groaned when he saw his one blanket was being quickly soaked in the snow. Eric wrung it out the best he could, then set it on the passenger seat to dry.

He leaned his head against the car and let out a scream of frustration. He was alone, and lost, and so, so fucked.

“Euh, Bonjour? As-tu besoin d'aide?” Eric heard a voice say behind him. 

Eric spun around to find a man leaning out of the window of his car, looking concerned. Relief flooded through him, melting the cold fear he’d been blanketed in.

“Yes! Yes, thank you! My car broke down and now I’m lost, I’m not from here if you couldn’t tell, and oh gosh I don’t even know if you speak English, pardon me! And as I’m talking I’m just now thinkin about how dangerous this is, with me being in another country talking and all, to a stranger from the side of the road!” Eric flushed. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous. Do you ever do that? I get it from my mama. I’ll stop now.”

“Uh,” the man said.

“I’m Eric,” he tried, walking close enough to reach out his hand for the man to shake.

“Jack,” the man said, “And yes, I speak English. Your car broke down?”

“Yeah,” Eric sighed, looking back at the thing. “It’s actually a rental. My phone died when I tried to call for help, which was just my luck, really.”

“Do you want me to take a look?” Jack offered. 

Eric hesitated. Really, this was dangerous. A strange man, from the side of the road? He’d normally never do this, but he figured it was either die from the cold or chance Jack being some sort of crazy ax-murderer. And the snow didn’t have silky black hair or icy blue eyes, so.

Eric nodded. “Yes, please.”

Jack drove up a few feet to park his car, then got out and jogged back to Eric. As he popped the hood of the car and leaned in to take a look, Eric couldn’t even pretend to ignore the size of the guy. Jack was gorgeous, from his broad shoulders to his trim waist to his big, big thighs–

“Engine is busted,” Jack confirmed, wiping his hands on his (unfortunately loose) jeans. “I can call someone, but it’ll be a while before they get here. Or I could take you back into town?”

“Oh, um, how long would it take for someone to come by?” Eric asked.

“Honestly? Two hours if you’re lucky. Traffic is brutal right now.”

Eric hummed in understanding. Traffic had been awful. That’s why he took this route in the first place. He debated it in his head: wait it out, or risk taking a ride with a stranger. 

“And how do I know you’re not some killer, Jack?” Eric tried for teasing, pushing him lightly. Jack’s face pulled into a frown.

“You don’t know who I am?” Jack asked. Eric shook his head.

“Should I?”

“Well… no, I guess not. I just thought, since you have that Falconers hat–”

“Oh, this is my roommate’s! He’s a real big hockey fan. Canada boy born and bred, and all that.”

“Huh. Well, if it makes a difference, I’m their starter,” Jack deadpanned. Eric waited for any signs of a give, for Jack to admit he was fibbing, but he just kept looking at Eric expectantly.

Hardy-har-har,” Eric mocked, rolling his eyes. “I know this is Quebec, but claiming to be a professional hockey player isn’t exactly helping your credibility here, Mister– oh.”

Eric stared at the screen of Jack’s phone that Jack had thrust in his hands. Looking closer, he could make out an article entitled, “JACK ZIMMERMANN TRADED TO PVD FALCONERS, 8.9M CONTRACT DEAL,” dated a year ago. Right below was a picture of Jack in a baseball cap standing next to the Stanley Cup.

“You’re– sweet Lord, I stand corrected,” Eric said, handing Jack back his phone. “Well, it’s not every day I get offered some quality time with a beautiful professional athlete,” Eric teased, blushing when he realized what he’d said. Jack’s smile was only growing, though, reassuring Eric that he hadn’t crossed a line. “Alright then, Mr. Zimmermann, I suppose I’ll have to accept that ride from you if only to brag about it to my roommate– who, quite honestly, needs taking down a notch or two.”

Jack’s smile widened. “Great. Do you need help with your things?”

“Thank you sugar, but I’m okay. I just have a few bags. I’ll be over in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

Eric all but dashed back to his car and hastily unlocked the front seat. He grabbed the still-wet blanket and threw it in his bag, along with the rest of his things he’d taken out during the drive. Eric then popped the trunk and pulled out his suitcase before locking the car back up and lugging his things towards Jack.

Jack was standing on the passenger door side and took Eric’s things from him, setting them down in the back seat. Before Eric had a chance to move, Jack had opened his door, too. 

“After you,” Jack smirked, his cheeks flushed.

Eric chided himself. Jack was cute, yes, and maybe even a little bit flirty, but he was a jock. And Eric had enough experience with jocks to know the likelihood of being friends, let alone dating one, was close to zero for him.

Still. 

They lapsed into an awkward silence the first few miles, with Eric’s phone charging and Jack focusing mostly on the road. It struck Eric once again that he was hitch-hiking with a multi-millionaire professional athlete who was easily twice Eric’s size. 

“You live in Providence then? What brings you to Montreal?” Eric tried, desperate to pull a conversation out of Jack if it killed him. 

“Visiting family,” was all Jack said.

“Well! I used to visit my folks all the time. We don’t speak much anymore, actually, but my mama is coming around I think. I’m from Georgia if you couldn’t tell.”

Jack hummed in acknowledgment. “I made some stupid mistakes when I was younger. I’m sure you can read all about them later, if you want. But after that, I’ve been really close with my parents. It’s… nice.”

Now it was Eric’s turn to fall silent. “Sounds like it.”

“So,” Jack cleared his throat, “What brings you to Canada?”

Eric tried to keep his smile to himself at Jack’s attempts at small talk. “Well! I think I mentioned this earlier, but I’m actually here as part of my book tour. To think I was posting vlogs just a year ago, and now I have my own cooking show!”

“I know,” Jack said slowly, glancing over at Eric. “I watch your show. It’s uh– it’s relaxing.”

“Oh! I didn’t peg you as particularly into Food Network shows,” Eric said, trying his best to calm the blush heating up his cheeks.

“The cute host helps,” Jack mumbled. 

“Well!” Eric stumbled. He felt like his whole body was burning up, from his fingers to the tips of his ears. “You sure know how to make a boy feel special, Mr. Zimmermann.”

They carried on in their conversation, sharing playful quips and side glances the entire ride. After what felt like no time at all, Jack was pulling into a town. It was unrecognizable to Eric, but Jack seemed to know exactly where they were. 

“Which hotel are you staying at?” Jack asked. Eric’s traitorous brain offered him images of inviting Jack to his room, of Jack laying him out on his too-large bed and taking him apart. Fuck

“The Holiday Inn? It’s downtown,” Eric offered. 

“Right. So, we’re about 15 minutes away.”

“Oh,” Eric said, suddenly at a loss for words. He didn’t want his time with Jack to be up. “Okay.”

They spent the rest of the drive in silence. Eric chided himself. We wanted to keep talking, to go back to whatever nonsense he’d been prattling on about, but the reality that he would have to say goodbye to Jack in just a few minutes was a heavy weight on his chest.

As Jack parked alongside the curb in front of Eric’s hotel, Eric decided, fuck it. He pulled a copy of his book and a sharpie out from his carryon.

To Jack, he wrote. Thanks for the ride. And not being a kidnapper. If you ever want to spend more time with your favorite cute host, call me. -ERB

 Eric added his phone number below his signature and drew a few scattered hearts. He exhaled slowly before handing over the book.

“To remember me by,” Eric said as he stepped out of the car. “It was nice meeting you, Jack.”

They said their goodbyes, and soon Jack was driving away into Montreal traffic. The trip to his room was exhausting. Eric felt like he needed a large cheeseburger and three days worth of sleep. He settled on the nap, stripping to his boxers before slipping into bed.

When he woke up, the sky was dark. The digital clock on the nightstand read 4:39 am. Eric groaned, cursing his body for not just sleeping through the night. He blindly felt for his phone, resigning himself to a few hours of twitter before he had to get up.

When he unlocked his phone, Eric gasped. There were a string of texts from an unknown number. 

Hey.

This is Jack.

Zimmermann.

You said to text you.

You’re probably asleep. Sorry.

Text me when you’re up. I’d like to take you up on that offer.

Eric smiled. This boy.