it does this at the littlest thing

1d as salespeople

harry: constantly hands out coupon codes, offers to pay when people are short of change, animatedly asks them how their day is and whether they need help finding something

liam: gives elaborate, detailed descriptions of things using technical terms literally no one can understand

niall: abuses his employee discount to buy ridiculous amounts of food, always forgets to put his uniform on, volunteers to stay after hours solely so he can reenact the risky business scene

louis: “i’m told to butter up products to potential buyers but i gotta be real with you i don’t have experience with this particular littlest pet shop set”

zayn: does gymnastics leaping over and ducking under displays to avoid customer interaction

the signs and crushes
  • aries: passive aggressive flirting, might overdo it but it sometimes works out for them, feelings either last a long time or just come and go
  • taurus: chill about it, doesn't know what's going on, is the happiest when they spend time around who they like
  • gemini: kinda indecisive, might overestimate just how much they like the person and get into something they end up regretting, but super loving and sweet if it's genuine
  • cancer: completely lovesick, overthinks everything and might go overboard with jealousy but they have the best intentions
  • leo: so many flirty jokes, won't tell their crush how they feel but will get upset about being ignored, whiny & annoying about how much they wanna date them but so so happy
  • virgo: you can never tell with this sign, but the littlest things that their crush does will make their day, tries to keep quiet about it
  • libra: one of the most flirtatious and affectionate when they're crushing, lots of "casual" touches and deep stares, their feelings hit them hard
  • scorpio: gets in way too deep, when they like someone suddenly their crush is all they ever talk about, doesn't even seem like the same person bc they're so happy
  • sagittarius: totally in denial but everyone can tell who they like before they admit it, the type to act on their feelings when it's too late
  • capricorn: nobody can ever tell if they're crushing because they're so lowkey, but if they really like somebody they give them everything they have
  • aquarius: doesn't understand how to talk to them about their feelings, tries not to worry about it much in fear of being too overbearing
  • pisces: a mess tbh but it's kinda cute, looking for something genuine and is willing to put in the effort to make it official if the other person cooperates, always in their feels
jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural.
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♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

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Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

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isnt it weird how the littlest things can take u right back to childhood

like squeezing too much carmex out and getting it in ur mouth and just kinda swallowing it cuz like, what else are u gonna do with it fool. spit? smear it on ur lips til u have a shiny layer of carmex around your mouth approximately 3 inches in diameter? u idiot. just swallow it. tastes familiar doesnt it. yeah it does. u know this taste, u weird disgraceful buffoon… youve done this before.

Silver Storm (9/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst, SMUT , fluff

                                                      Chapter 9

   “Hold still or I’m going to end up poking your eye, you big baby.” Bucky keeps fidgeting under your hands as you try to apply eyeliner neatly to his lids.

 "Or we can just not put makeup on me,“ he grumbles.

“You lost fair and square, sweetheart. Don’t make a bet if you’re going to back out of it.” What a big fucking baby. He mimics you in a high voice, pulling a laugh from you. You return to trying to finish his makeup despite his inability to hold still. You finish ten minutes later and you back away from him, capping your eyeliner. You tilt his face up towards you, biting your lip to hold off the laughter at his defeated expression. You gave him perfectly winged eyeliner and applied a lengthening mascara that seemed to really do the trick. You only applied a little blush and a light layer of pink lipstick stains his lips. After an hour of him begging you not to do his hair, you settle on just putting into two lazy buns on the sides of his head.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful, doll?” You can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“You’ll pay for this, y/n. Just wait.” You roll your eyes, taking his hand and dragging him out of your room.

  When you enter the TV room, the entire team was there, and all eyes fell onto Bucky.

“Oh this is fucking gold,” Sam bursts out laughing resulting in Steve doing the same, whipping his phone out and snapping a quick picture. Bucky goes to throw himself at Sam but you tighten your grip on his hand.

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“That is the only picture to be taken, understood?” you threaten. You receive nods in return. Have to at least try and save his pride. You hear snickers coming from the team as Bucky parts from you to go to the kitchen. Sam smacks his ass as he passes, a smooth whistle leaving his lips.

“Damn Barnes, you and Y/n are one pair of gorgeous ladies.” The room breaks out into laughter, no one bothering to hold back any longer. Bucky glares at Sam but that doesn’t stop Sam’s happiness.

“Alright alright. Come on Buck, let’s go wash that off. I think you’ve been punished enough for one day.” He follows you right on your heels like a sad puppy.

You hear Steve yell from the tv room behind you, “Maybe next time Y/n will let you win, pal!” I still can’t believe I beat him.

 You pull Bucky back into your bathroom, beginning to gently wipe off the makeup. As you do, you replay the fight from earlier in your mind.

    “Okay guys, start on 3. 1…2..3!” You and Bucky begin circling each other on the mat.

“Come on doll, show me what you got.” He keeps his eyes locked to yours. You know he isn’t going to make the first move so you bite the bullet and do it yourself. You lunge forward, aiming a punch at his abdomen. If you assumed correctly, this should sway the fight your way. And it does. He blocks your fist, pushing it to the side. As he does, you crouch down, sweeping his legs out. He barely catches himself, standing up a little wobbly.

“So you want to play dirty?” he asks.

“That’s the only way to play, honey. ” You wink back at him. He moves first this time, throwing a high kick. You duck out of the way and grab onto his hand. You use all of your strength to swing your legs up and around his neck to throw him back down to the floor. It’s always been your favorite move to use against someone; there’s something empowering about choking someone with your thighs. You successfully bring him down, clenching your thighs just to get the point across that you can do serious damage. You don’t want to hurt him or risk losing control of yourself in the environment you’re in right now. Last thing you want is to seriously hurt him because soldier mode kicked in. He looks up, locking eye contact with you from between your thighs, a devilish smirk appearing.

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“You know, I wouldn’t have objected if you said you just wanted me between your thighs, Мой маленький микс (my little minx).” You roll your eyes, squeezing a little tighter. He moves his arms up, brushing his fingers against the part of your stomach he can reach. You shriek at the contact, the way his fingers brushed tickled you enough to let him go.

“That is so unfair! Who the fuck tickles someone in the middle of sparring, you dick!” You’re still trying to catch your breath, nearly having a heart attack from even the idea of being tickled. He tackles you before you get a chance to move, knocking you onto the floor. He settles on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“Looks like I win, dollface. And I think I know exactly what I want.” You see a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think so.” You lift your lower half, grinding it against his. You see him suck in a breath, his grip on your hands faltering. He lifts his hips from you slightly, barely leaving enough room for you to gain the upper hand. You knew that would catch him off guard and you take advantage of it. You pull your knees up, hardly fitting them through the gap he left when he raised himself up. You press your knees to his chest and launch him off you and onto his back.You immediately throw yourself over him, straddling his lap and pinning his hands. His eyes are wide and lips parted. You lean down, catching his earlobe between your teeth.

“Looks like you’re losing your touch, Мой маленький микс (my little minx),” you whisper. He growls when you repeat the nickname back to him.

  “Well damn, Grandpa. Looks like your age is catching up to you!” Sam shouts. You laugh, leaving Bucky a flustered mess on the floor.

   When you finish cleaning Bucky’s face, you both fall into bed. You look at the picture Sam sent you, giggling as you set it to your background.

“I can’t believe you actually did my makeup. You could have bet anything, had me do anything, and you just had to pick that?” he groans, rolling himself on top of you. You huff out under his weight.

“Barnes, I can get you to do anything I want anyways. Even if I lost, you would have let me do it to you.” You struggle trying to roll him off you. “Jesus, you are fucking solid. I can’t breathe,” you whine.

He laughs into your neck and you feel his smile against you, giving you shivers. “Are you calling me fat?” he questions, mock offense dripping from his tone.

“Well, I’m not calling you thin.”

“Damn, that’s cold doll.” You finally get him to roll off you, dramatically inhaling.

“You are such a drama queen.” You roll yourself onto him, resting your chin on his chest. You look into his eyes, studying dazzling shade of blue.

“You going to keep staring at me or are you going to do something, doll?” he playfully questions. You push yourself forward, gently placing your lips on his. You mean for it to be a little innocent kiss but Bucky pulls you deeper into it. You roll around his bed while your lips dance, switching between who is on top of who until he permanently settles himself on top of you. He grinds himself against you, both of you releasing moans.

  “You going to keep teasing me or are you going to do something, Sergeant?” He growls, kissing your feverishly. You completely give yourself over, enjoying the way he takes control. He moves his kiss from your lips down your body, removing all your clothing quickly. He begins sucking dark marks as he makes his path down your body, making you writhe underneath him.

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“Please, I need you,” you whine as he kisses your waist.

“Keep begging me, doll. Tell me what you need.” His movements become even slower, making you ten times needier.

“Please, Bucky. I need your mouth on me, I need to feel your fingers on-” You gasp as he licks a long strip along your pussy, finishing with a strong suck on your clit. Your back arches and you claw and the bedding underneath you.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, sliding two of his metal fingers into your soaking center. A long, loud moan was your only response as he begins harshly thrusting his fingers into you.

“God, I love the way you sound, the way your body reacts to the littlest touches. Does it do that just for me baby?” His fingers begin moving faster than you could have imagined. The only thing to be heard in the room is your moans, the obscene noise of how wet you are, and Buckys strained breathing. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Bucky’s mouth engulfs your throbbing clit. He switches between sucking and nipping at your bundle of nerves, making your eyes screw shut at the feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Buck I’m going to-” He sucks particularly hard at the moment. Your hands fly to his head, weaving through his hair and holding his head to you as you uncontrollably roll your hips against his face. He slows down his movements, gently taking your hands out of his hair.

“Doll I want to try something,” he says shyly from between your thighs. What a fucking tease, I was so close!

“Anything. Just- Bucky I need-” He chuckles, getting up to kiss you.

“Ride my face.” I’m sorry, what? Your face must mirror your confused thoughts because he lets out a hearty laugh.

“I’ve never-”

“Neither have I, that’s the point. Please?” You nod, letting him guide you into the position he wants you. You’re facing the headboard, hovering over him with a thigh on either side of his head. Oh my God, I’m going to suffocate him. He pulls your core down to his face, his tongue delving into your core instantly.

“Oh my God,” you whimper out at the new angle his tongue is hitting. His hands urge your thighs to begin moving against his face and you let him lead the pace, afraid you’ll do something wrong. That fear passes quickly, your hips involuntarily grinding against his face at a rapid pace as his mouth devours you.  

    Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you. Your thighs begin to quiver as Bucky slowly slides out from under you. When you’re positive he isn’t directly behind you, you allow your body to fall back onto the mattress. He moves himself over you again, this time his clothes not present. You pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself when your tongue tangles with his. You moan into the kiss, clawing your nails down his back. When you separate from the kiss, your eyes meet his lust blown ones, the blue barely visible anymore.

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“Bucky, fuck me. Please,” you beg, lifting your hips to his. The moment his hard cock makes contact with your slit you both let out moans. You flip him onto his back, taking his length in your hand and gliding it through your wet folds repeatedly. When he is about to say something, you fully slide him into you. Your back painfully arches at the fullness, its bordering between painfully stretching you and absolute pleasure; the latter wins. You begin slowly lifting and dropping yourself on his dick, placing your hands on his chest for support. His fingers dig into your thighs and you can tell he is trying to give you control but you want him to take it. You finally speed up, bouncing yourself on him as you roll your nipples between your fingers. He plants his feet flat on the bed and starts driving himself up into you. He hits a sensitive spot, almost bringing tears to your eyes from all the pleasure.

  “Oh Bucky,” you cry as he continues to slam his hips up. He finally loses his restraint, flipping you over and onto your stomach. He swats your ass, a surprised moan from you causes him to do it again.

“Do you like that, Y/n?” You nod, not trusting your voice. His hand slides into your hair, pulling it slightly so you’re on your knees with your back pressing to his chest. He slides his cock into you again, thrusting hard as his hands move to your chest. He holds you to him by your chest, playing with your nipples while he pounds himself into you.

“I’m so close baby, cum with me,” he whispers as he bites your ear. You release a string of profanities as one of his hands slides down to circle your clit. Both of you are spiraling through your orgasms, Bucky still holding your body to his. A sheet of sweat covers both of your bodies as you both collapse onto the bed. “Jesus Christ,” you say, trying to pull yourself together.

“I love you y/n,” he says sweetly from beside you.

“I love you too. Always have, always will.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the conference room. It is urgent.”

“What is it FRIDAY?” you ask. I really don’t want to move right now. “Secretary Ross is here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bucky says as he begins looking for his scattered clothes. You copy his actions, finding a pair of random sweats and a tee. When you’re both done he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you make your way to the conference room. You walk up to the conference room, seeing that the windows have been tinted. You can’t see inside like usual, making your anxiety flare. Why would they tint the windows? What is happening in there? This is what Nick warned us about.

“Calm down, we don’t know why they’re here yet, Y/n,” Bucky says before you both enter the room.  You know why they are here but you know he is just trying to calm you. Stepping through the door was the biggest mistake of your life. As soon as you both fully step in, two different sets of hands find each of your shoulders, detaching you from Bucky’s hand.

“What the hell is happening?” you hear Bucky roar, seeing him being restrained also. You hear cuffs clink close before you register the feeling of them around your wrists. Panic shoots through you. No no no no no.

“Bucky!” your scream bounces off the walls of the conference room.

I cant lose him again

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Flood my Mornings: Round and Round

anon said:

I would love to see Jamie at a like carnival or fair and Claire introducing him to all those weird foods in FMM! What would he think of cotton candy or a funnel cake?

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Unimaginable (Jamie and Claire pick a name for the wee bun in the oven)

May, 1951 


I thought the last word was likely, ‘God,’ but it was anybody’s guess, really, drowned out as it was by yet another bout of vomiting and the sudden blast of music from a nearby loudspeaker. 

“Oh, love…That bad, is it?” My tender, spousal concern was acknowledged only with a string of Gaelic curses, surprisingly creative ones for a man so laid low.

It was a gorgeous hot day (bright enough that I was grateful for my broad hat), but it did make the scent of vomit that much more inescapable. The county fair had come to town, and with both of us having the rare treat of being off on a Saturday, we’d decided to make a family outing of it.  Though it was hardly a grand exposition, both Jamie and I felt giddy as Bree strolling around amidst all the merriment, taking in the exhibits, music, livestock, food, and rides…including a deceptively innocent-looking Merry-go-Round. 

“It was so good of you to try it for Bree’s sake, love.” I rubbed Jamie’s back, trying my level best not to laugh at the way his hunched back seemed to have lost all its vertebrae. “Is there anything I can get you to make you feel a bit better?”

He raised his head a fraction from the garbage can, high enough only to glare at me. “How about a trip through the stones to ten minutes ago so I might choose to SPIT on the fool contraption instead of ride it?”

“Not sure that’s quite how it works, my love,” I whispered, laughing and kissing his shoulder. 

“Daddy? Da!? DA!?!” Bree chirped from below. “Can we go—go an’ do the round’n’round again??”

Jamie looked down at our two-(no, two-and-a-half-and-then-some!)-year-old. “Do ye want to send your poor Da to his death?”

“Doesna—doesna’nt go to DEFF, Daddy,” Bree laughed as if he were being hilariously obtuse, “Goes ‘round and ‘ROUND.”

So I noticed,” he groaned, hunching once more over the garbage can and spitting.

“Okay, lessgo DO it!!!” and she was tearing off back toward the Merry-Go-Round. 

“Ohhhh, no-you-don’t, little monster,” I said, swooping her up into my arms before she scuttled off. My sunglasses slipped to the tip of my nose, but I couldn’t immediately get them back up. Between the heat, the sudden movement, Bree now like a boulder on my hip, a heavy handbag banging against the other, and my back abso-bloody-lutely killing me from toting around a seven-months-grown-human in utero, I suddenly felt woozy and completely spent. “Here, lovey,” I panted, trying to keep from toppling over, “Can you help push Mum’s glasses up? Yes, just—There we go, thank you, sweetheart.” 

“Melcome!” she chirped and gave me a wet kiss on the mouth. 

I mmm’ed happily and kissed her cheeks as we swayed together next to Jamie. “Was the ride fun for you, at least, baby?”

"Uh-HUH, s’was BUNCH fun!”

“Hear that, darling? ‘Bunch’ fun.” 

From the plastic depths, I thought I heard him name a few other choice things it was ‘bunch’ of.

I did feel for Jamie. We should have known it would be no better than a boat for motion-sickness, and he’d spared ME from having to ride the thing, after all (though truth be told, I quite liked such exhilarations when not pregnant). But I was ALREADY shaking with silent mirth imagining the photos I’d snapped, all laid out in the cherished family album. The first few would show a sweet and lively scene: Jamie smiling cheerfully, standing with his hand on Bree’s back, she triumphantly mounted on her plastic chestnut steed waiting for the ride to start… and then would follow the play-by-play of the situation’s rapid deterioration, every revolution of the Merry-Go-Round showing a Jamie still more pale and hunched and desperate, until—Well, that LAST one was a blackmail goldmine for the ages.

“Daddy?” Bree asked suddenly, her face scrunched up as she peered at her father. “You mad’it Mama?”

That got Jamie’s attention and he straightened. “Mad at her?”

“All…” She waved her hand. “…mean.”

His eyes softened and they flicked up to me, verifying that I wasn’t in fact upset. “No, I’m no’ cross at either of ye, a leannan,” he promised her. “The ride on the Merry’round just made my wame all wobbly, such that I forgot my manners.” 

I bounced Bree on my hip. “I bet sometimes you feel a bit grumpy when your tummy hurts, too, right?”

“Oh, aye,” she conceded, a flash of pure Scottishness beaming through, as it did from time to time. She leaned over and gave Jamie’s elbow a clumsy pat. “Sorry for y’r tummy hurted.” 

“That’s verra kind of ye to say, mo chridhe.” 

“Havva snack, w’feel ALL bedder, okay?”

“…Suggests the young miss with NO motive of her own,” I said, nuzzling my nose against hers.

“Oh, definitely not,” Jamie agreed soberly, eyes twinkling. He stretched, replaced his hat, and exhaled, then gave a small ha! of surprise. “I will say, Bree-love, a wee bite does sound just the thing.” 

Good, let’s HAVV’it.” 

“If there had been ANY doubt about your parentage, Bree, that bottomless pit of a stomach would have been proof-positive.” I sighed. “Alright, you two, let’s see what we can rustle up. Here, Jamie, will you—?” I honestly felt like I was going to fall over.  

Jamie obligingly plucked her out of my arms. “Jesus, lass,” he said with an exaggerated groan, “but you’re getting big.”

“Nuh-uh, Da, I’m the little.”

“Aye, you’re still the little, for now,” he agreed, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ears, “Before long you willna be the littlest, though.

She nodded, sagely. “When Beeyin’s comin.’

“Aye, cub,” he agreed, grinning at me, “when Baby Ian comes.”

Brianna couldn’t be convinced for anything that just ‘Ian’ would do, and insisted each time on referring to her brother by what she considered his full title: Baby Ian. The only problem with this was that she couldn’t seem to manage all the syllables in a row; hence, “Beeyin”; hence as well, many private family jokes, such as equating him to a wee bean; or when the wee lad would start jouncing me about like a racehorse, Jamie cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘Beeyin your bonnet?’, and other such delightful silliness. 

“Alright, let’s see about some chow. You two stay here,” I indicated a nearby shaded picnic table, “and I’ll see what I can scrounge for us. What kind of snack do you want, Bree?”

She screwed up her face in ferocious concentration before saying definitely, “Som’fin GOOD.” 

“Well, thank you for being so specific. Very helpful, I don’t think. Any preferences?” I asked Jamie.

Som'fin good sounds perfect,” he said with an attempt at a wink. 

“Ooooooooo!” Bree squealed a few minutes later when I returned with the goodies.

“Cotton candy,” I explained, carefully passing Jamie the paper cone supporting the precarious pink cloud. 

“Cotton?” he asked dubiously. “And it’s edible?”

“Just spun sugar,” I said with a grin. “Now, Bree, take your fingers and—No-no, just pinch a little off with your—oh—Oh, well.”

Bree had stuck her entire face into the sticky mass and taken a monumental bite, pulling back with wisps of pink in her eyebrows, enraptured. 

Jamie looked skeptical to the extreme. “Does it taste nice, cub?”

“Uh-huh!” Bree clawed out a fistful of fluff and shoved it upward toward Jamie’s mouth. “TASTE!” 

Jamie gave me a preemptive grimace and took a tentative bite. “Holy Moses,” he said, blinking hard and shuddering as he swallowed. “It’s like pouring the whole sugar bowl direct into my mouth.” 

“It’s GOOD,” Bree insisted, chowing down with relish. 

“None so verra filling, I’d wager, but as long as ye like rotting your teeth out—” 

“Here,” I laughed, “I came prepared with other options as well.” I pulled the next item from the bag. “Care for some Elephant Ear? Just a silly name, I promise,” I said hastily, seeing his alarm. “No pachyderms harmed in the making of this treat.” 

“What is it, then?” he asked, peering around Bree’s head. “Pastry?” 

“Try it while there’s trying to be had,” I said, handing it to him. “I’m eating for two, and we fully intend to eat our way through the entire elephant.” 

He did enjoy the fried dough, going back for several huge bites, licking powdered sugar from his fingertips. “Lord, though I dinna ken if I can manage wi’ any more sweeties.” 

“Alright, let’s see how you manage this.” 

Jamie had probably never had American corn in any form before, I reflected, let alone on the original cob. I certainly hadn’t grown up eating it, and so it didn’t occur to me to buy it at the market. From the gusto with which Jamie inhaled the roasted ear, slathered with butter and spices, though, it was going to have to become a regular staple. 

“No foolish name for this one?” he asked as he was finishing the last few bites. 

“Not as far as I know,” I shrugged, trying to wipe Bree’s face, which was an unmitigated disaster-zone.

"Pity. Missed a good chance.” 


He waved the naked cob suggestively. “Corn on the co….” And the barest-whisper of “…ck.”

“You’re a ridiculous human being,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss him. 

“And you are absolutely lovely,” he murmured back against my lips, squeezing my knee. 

“C’n I havva cornna-cock, too?” 

Of Laundry and Boyfriend things

Characters: boyfriend!Jungkook & you

Setting: domestic au

Genre: fluff

Warnings: very lightly mentioned sexy times and failed attempt at humour

Words: 1360

Summary: Moving in with Jungkook brings unexpected surprises.

Notes: This is very random but inspired by that Bon Voyage episode in which Jungkook does somebody else’s laundry. For @sugasweetsubs because we simply crave more domestic Jungkook fluff.

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-higkey, thinking not only of his motherly nature but also how he can be a swindler at times…and in general
-you got yourself a protective yandere
-protecting you from anything and everything
-yes, even the littlest things
-“Stop following me around my own house, just get away from me!”
-“You know I can’t do that, honey.”
-Literally just makes you just sit down, in one place, while he does everything for you.
-it sounds like the high life, not being able to do work…
-no, it’s like you’re trapped in a prison which is your own house
-his only exceptions are obviously the bathroom
-otherwise, if you move…
-*shudders* should i go there?
-“i can be your angel…or your devil.”
-so protective, it’s like you’re just a doll
-but to him you’re his everything
-you slowly start to become crazy, trapped in your own thoughts from him not letting you go anywhere

Hi I just want to note something everyone already knows. Baz is so in love with Simon that the littlest thing he does makes Baz swoon and kiss him. It’s just so beautiful, idk how he hid it so well becasuse he literally melts in Simons hands. I love Baz with all my heart and I hope he is happy and still stupid in love with Simon who I also love but Baz is my child and I just want to protect my baby child.

FILLED REQUEST: prince linlin, or the prince and me reimagining with lai guanlin

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pairing: prince! lai guanlin x reader
genre: fluff
summary:  You have no time for boys, but Lai Guanlin insists on being a royal pain in the ass.
warnings: none!! 
(lol tbh i’m so…soft…after writing this. hope you like it!) 

PRINCE SERIES: guanlin | sungwoon

  • so you’re a star student, a top-notch and idolized senior at your high school
  • “sunbaenim is so good at everything!!!” 
  • you’re on the science competition team and the student council, and you’re in the top ten of your batch
  • and on the surface you look like you’re so put together but??? tbh it’s exhausting
  • you’re desperate to be accepted to a good university and your family doesn’t exactly have the money
  • so you work your ass off to do well at school and extra-curriculars because you know it’s what you need to obtain a scholarship at a top school
  • one day the principal’s secretary calls you to her office
  • and you roll your eyes because she always makes you do the most useless things in an effort to get you to “live the student life” 
  • there’s someone else at her office and you’re afraid she’s trying to set you up on another date
  • but when you get there you’re ushered into the principal’s office ???
  • and so is the boy outside 
  • he’s rly tall and you find his gaze mesm er izing
  • but you’re not going to do anything about it!! 
  • the principal smiles wanly at the both of you, handing you an envelope before opening her mouth to speak
  • “Y/N, this is lai guanlin, an exchange student from…let’s say ‘taipei,’ and you’ll be acting as his guide and buddy while he’s here!!!”
  • you narrow your eyes at the principal bc there’s something fishy about all this and she notes your expression and sighs, leaning closer to you
  • “he’s not,” she whispers, “really from taipei”
  • guanlin’s actually a prince from a country you don’t recognize???
  • it’s impossible for him to get a regular education in his home country bc he’d be mobbed every day and there’d be security concerns 
  • and guanlin’s determined to experience the regular high school life 
  • so here he is, smiling at you like he’s not about to be a hassle for the next couple of months
  • “does he speak korean?” you say, a fake smile plastered on your face
  • “a little,” he replies, “but i know more english” 
  • you try to look on the bright side and at least you’ll be better at another language by the time this term is over
  • “you’re—won’t you be recognized?” 
  • and he grins brightly 
  • “i’ve got glasses on!” 
  • god this boy better be clark kent or else you’ll have trouble on your hands
  • you bow to your principal with a stiff smile (“i’ll be increasing the budget of the student council, Y/N!”) before walking out 
  • “it’s my study break in two hours, so I can give you a tour then. do you know where your classroom is?” 
  • and he’s predictably a lost baby chick freshman
  • so you sigh and check the envelope for his schedule and lead him to his first class
  • “do you have a cellphone?” you say in korean, and when he looks clueless, you say it again in your slow, measured english
  • he nods and hands his phone over, and you quickly save your contact number on his phone and rush off to class
  • later you pick him up from his classroom and bring him around the school
  • he lights up when he sees the basketball court where the varsity’s playing lunch games for fun 
  • and he just runs up to them and asks to join
  • like this boy has no shame tbh and you’re amazed because it works??? and he joins one of the teams 
  • and he’s pretty good, which surprises the varsity boys who invite him to try out for the team next semester
  • the people watching on the bleachers are amazed 
  • and okay you’re worried bc the more people see him, the more they’ll wonder about him, meaning it’ll be harder to keep his identity under wraps
  • but the mom side of you is glad because you’re now sure he won’t have too hard a time making friends???
  • the campus is a little small so you’re done with the tour in no time
  • you tell guanlin you’ll be spending your last twenty minutes of your study period in the library while you bring him to his next class 
  • and he nods dutifully before entering his classroom 
  • when you check your phone in the library you see a text 
  • thank you noona ~ 
  • and you think, at least he’s polite
  • but LORDT does he text you all the time 
  • for the littlest things
  • he’s pretty smart??? but the language barrier is a huge thing 
  • you’re okay being his translator because it’s a good practice for english
  • and you’re starting to enjoy the enforced time off you have when you spend time with guanlin in between classes
  • he’s content to sit quietly with you at the lunch table, studying his korean intently and asking for help every so often 
  • guanlin’s got a huge appetite and you always see him unsubtly eyeing your food so you always set some aside for him
  • it’s for the budget, you tell yourself, but more and more you love seeing his gummy smile??
  • but then as midterm examinations approach and your practice test scores start dropping, you snap into panic mode
  • this is no time for you to be slacking off and college examinations both here and abroad are coming up and you need to be flawless
  • you’re out late at coffee shops studying your ass off and guanlin still sits with you
  • and tbh you have no reason to be angry but somehow his presence pisses you off
  • because he’s a prince and you bet he has all the money in the world to do whatever he wants 
  • so when he accidentally nudges your pile of notes you growl at him
  • and he cowers and you feel bad but you really have no time
  • “i can’t deal with you right now, guanlin,” you say blankly, and he nods without looking at you and pack your things
  • you ace your exams
  • but you feel really guilty the whole time, especially when you remember the dejected look on guanlin’s face
  • he’s stopped sending you translation questions and he’s nowhere to be found during lunch breaks 
  • it makes you a little sad bc guanlin never had any expectations for you to live up to
  • so you text him asking where he is and suddenly he’s at your lunch table with a lunch box
  • “i heard you did well!! congrats, noona!!” 
  • and he’s smiling and showing you his wonky attempts to cook korean food—that’s where the burnt smell was coming from—and you’re laughing and sharing your lunch with him 
  • you spend the rest of the term like you had before, but you can’t help but grow fond of guanlin 
  • he starts bringing you chocolates and floral stationery and you think he might be trying to court you???
  • and you confront him about it like
  • “guanlin, when are you going to ask me out on a date?” 
  • and he looks amazed
  • “you’re always so smart!!!”
  • and he’s really cute so you stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek
  • “maybe in a couple of years, baby chick”
  • soon he has to leave and you’re trying not to be emotional about it 
  • you skip the first day of holiday review class to bid him goodbye at the airport
  • and he looks really grown-up all of a sudden and you have to remind yourself this is the same guanlin who asked you how to eat jokbal and who laughs at the silliest things
  • but you’re??? crying in the vip lounge as you wish him a safe flight
  • and he comes close, wiping the tears from your face and leaning down to kiss you lightly on the lips 
  • and you’re in shock as he pulls you into a tight hug and murmurs into your ear
  • “i’ll be back for you, noona”
  • and he’s walking away when you come to your senses enough to shout
  • “that was too cool, guanlin-ah!!! you’d better keep your promises!!!”
Count on Me

Request:  Can you do a Mishaxreader thing where he didn’t realize he was in love with the reader until he sees her as she starts singing “count on me” by Bruno mars to one of his kids who are upset and crying? Maybe at a con or on set? And have someone point out that he’s staring and he needs to man up and say something before someone else does

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Oh the flufffff

Word Count: 994

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Misha had taken his daughter, Maison, to the convention with him this weekend, making for a very tired, and very grouchy dad and his little girl. The littlest of things could upset his daughter right now, and if he’d been honest with himself, he was getting upset over small things himself. He was newly divorced, and seeing his kids most of the time with his work schedule meant taking one or both of them along with him on the weekends; and conventions were the worst.

So here he was in the green room, after his panel with his screaming three year old. She’d decided that since they didn’t have any pink cups, that she was going to throw a full on tantrum. After ten minutes of screaming, the tantrum had become less about the cup and more about nothing.

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StormPilot AU: Spies

I had a lot of fun putting together the Stormpilot Cowboys AU, so decided to make another one. 

This time, we’re going spy style, starting off with Poe getting sent on a mission by Leia Organa Solo: 

He gets close to getting that vital map, but the enemy was onto him and he finds himself face to face with Kylo Ren, a man who betrayed the Resistance. Not exactly good news, but Poe manages to keep his sass. 

Meanwhile, within the ranks of the enemy, a courageous young dissenter is beginning to have serious doubts about the things he’s being asked to do, which hasn’t escaped the notice of his superiors. He’s desperate for a way out, for a life beyond causing others pain. He wants to do things that are good. He wants to be good.  

Poe stands strong against unbearable torture. He stays strong for as long as he can, but Ren has been funding highly unethical technology that pulls the secrets from inside him. He’s powerless to stop it, terrified of what the cost of his failure will be, though he knows he won’t be around long enough to see it. 

Just when all hope seems lost, a beautiful young hero defies all reason and comes to Poe in his cell. He announces it’s a rescue and together, they mount a daring escape. 

Poe, out of deep gratitude, brings this lost young man into his organization, giving him and home and purpose he can believe in at last. 

Finn becomes his apprentice. His partner. His friend. Poe teaches him everything he knows, and learns more than a few things back. He’s had partners before, had people he’s worked closely with, people he’s deeply cared about… but it’s never been quite like this. Everything about Finn is impossible, beautiful, and it does a number on his head- a head he’s always thought of as being fairly level.  

It’s the kindness that kills him. For Finn to have gone through all that he has, and still greet the world with such endless enthusiasm, to feel such raw joy over the littlest things… 

Poe feels years younger, just being around him, his bright smile and his bright eyes. 

He also thinks it’s taking years off his life, trying not to feel too much. Trying not to crack, not to overstep, or look for things that aren’t there. 

He tries to focus on the job, to keep his head down and his heart guarded. He tries hard. 

But it’s General Organa Solo’s job to know everything, and soon enough she throws it at him, says the thing out loud he’s been trying to keep at bay. With five words, she breaks down his carefully constructed walls of denial.

She reminds him of why she hand-selected him to get involved in this crazy life in the first place. She also calls him an idiot. The combination works. 

He’s scared, maybe the most scared he’s ever been- but what’s life without a little risk? 

Surprising no one but himself, and perhaps his similarly clueless partner, it pays off. 

anonymous asked:

I saw a short clip of a baby and his mom just lying on the bed as the child stared at her with that look of so much love (like a big wide smile and sparkly eyes). And i imagine baby jeon doing that to Y/N as hobi and the others say "Same." From another room

from time to time, whenever the boys needed a reality check to the littlest things in life, they look at jungkook… who looks at you.

it’s not even for a long period of time. for a couple of seconds gathered together while they’re gathered together is enough. for a four year old to remain still on you as he gazes into your eyes does wonders to the boys’ minds. they’re boggled how someone who could be running up and down the place, screaming and shouting for banana milk every five minutes could remain calm and look like a child who has found peace.

who probably does, in you.

jungkook smiles when you are too, stroking the back of his head and cooing his name in a way that shakes everyone to their bones. jungkook chuckles and is unable to respond, only bright eyes crinkling into crescents and laughter ringing into the air at how happy he is just to hear your voice.

((at the corner of the room, there’s jung hoseok who vocalizes everything even if it ruins the moment.

“honestly, same.”

“all she did was call his name,”

“and i’d die in a heartbeat if she calls me like that.”

“y/n do us a favor. call hobi by his full name.”))

Also I feel it must be pointed out:

Nurse Takao.

Nurse Takao.

Nurse Takao.

(We’re all doomed).

Mind, I think Takao would make an excellent nurse – he’s smart, observant, good with people and has a seriously tenacious attitude. You just try hiding from your flu shot or shirking your physiotherapy session. He sees all.

What I’m slightly concerned about is whether the hospital can survive these two having a shift together.

I mean, yes, Japanese hospitals are earthquake-proof and all, but then there is the amazing lung capacity of one Midorima Shintarou to consider, and the sheer force of the outrage he can pack into one name–


Nurse: …Oh my god what did you do.
Takao: I think the better question is, what didn’t I do? *cackles*

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Black Coffee (Chapter 1)

Bughead college AND coffeeshop AU

Jughead’s go-to campus coffee shop is closed so he’s forced to go to a new, much fancier one.  He’s pissed off about it until he sees a certain barista (and tastes the coffee).

My first multichapter fic!!! Title is temporary-ish? I might think of a better one. This chapter is PG but don’t worry there’ll be smut eventually ;)

The “closed this week for renovations” sign taped crookedly to the door of Coffee Planet upsets Jughead more than he’s willing to admit.  This will be the first time in the two months he’s been at this school that he hasn’t grabbed a coffee here on the way home.  Okay, maybe not the first time, but at least only the fourth or fifth, and certainly the first time that he’s gone this far out of his way just to be disappointed.

Anyway.  Coffee Planet is the only place on or near campus with a short, simple menu, which is what brought him there in the first place.  When he wants coffee, he wants it black, strong, and bitter.  And he doesn’t want to wait in line behind eight Art History majors ordering lattes.

So.  He carries on, walking past the little shop that has become a place of comfort to him over the last couple months.  He has a coffee maker in his dorm room, but he wants to drink coffee now, on the way home, and not while he’s shut up in his too-hot room with his sweaty roommate.

It occurs to him that he could go to another coffee shop, but it’s not until he walks past The Littlest Bean that the thought actually tempts him.

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heyyy sugar anon! thanks for sending all these requests to my inbox! (/^▽^)/ I wanted to keep these together, so I made a separate post hehe.

I hope you like it!~ it might be bad cause this took me too long ugh @ myself…but its long wow


  • at first, he thought it was one of their quirks that he didn’t really mind
  • like, he thought it was cute how talkative they got and then got all embarrassed
  • but then it started happening more and more often 
  • the silent periods got longer and mc would apologize more often
  • now zen was getting kind of worried 
  • i mean, they apologized for bumping his hand while trying to get to the remote
  • “mc?” zen called. “..yes?” “why don’t you talk more? is there something you’re not telling me?”
  • and it was a simple, worried question, but mc was suddenly reminded of their parents
  • they would ask the same question, among harsher ones, to them all the time. “are you hiding something from us?” “why don’t you tell us? you know that you can tell us anything” “i can’t believe we raised a secretive child.” 
  • they’ve been quiet for a while now, so zen whispers, “mc?”
  • and they start crying
  • zen freezes for a second. oh no no no what did he do
  • he moves a hand up to mc shoulder, moving only a bit closer. “babe, are you alright? what’s wrong?”
  • it takes a bit, but mc manages to tell him about their parents
  • zen is full of Regret and apologizes at least 10 times 
  • they have a heart to heart on the couch and find out how much they actually relate to each other
  • ams is,,still salty about his family who o ps
  • the day ends with them going back up to the roof, looking at the stars and with a plan to work to get forward together


  • ok hold up i did this one last so this one might s uck its late and i lost the idea i had for this :((
  • yoosung apologizes for a lot too
  • but not as much as mc
  • and he’s also way more talkative
  • it makes him sad when mc brings themselves down and doesn’t finish what they got so excited about
  • he’d always try to bring it back. “no, mc! tell me! i want to hear all about it”
  • mc always blushes and continues
  • but this person at school messed that all up
  • they answered with one word sentences to everything
  • “mc..? are you alright?” “yes.” “did something happen today?” “” “are you telling me the truth?” “…..maybe” 
  • he finally gets them to spill
  • and he’s so offended on their behalf omg he swears he’s gonna punch that person
  • “no, yoosung- it’s not their fault. i was being too excitable then..they just said something that reminded me of the past.” “the past?”
  • mc smiles sadly and tells him the story
  • he’s shocked
  • “mc..” “don’t worry about it, yoosung” he kisses their nose
  • “i’m going to worry about it. i want you to know that what you say means  a lot. it’s important. okay?”


  • jaehee noticed mc had these moods
  • where sometimes they would be all excited to talk about something, but would apologize in the middle and be quiet
  • it made her unsettled
  • they were talking about one of zen’s musicals when it happened again
  • and jaehee hated to see mc like that
  • so she asked about it 
  • it was unexpected, yes, but jaehee couldn’t help herself
  • something was wrong and she knew it, especially when mc kept apologizing for everything
  • one of these days someone in the cafe was going to take advantage of that and she did not want that to happen
  • “oh..” mc answered, “im just…used to it, i guess. it’s a habit. no one really listened to me and i thought i’d get boring..”
  • jaehee immediately shushes them by putting both hands on their cheeks
  • “you could never bore me. i cherish everything you have to say. please, know that you can let go with me”
  • it takes a little getting used to for mc
  • and they only tell jaehee the real reason when they do get comfortable, but its a process
  • and jaehee is perfectly fine with that 


  • it was an accident, he swears
  • he was having a bad day at the office and off-handedly said something to mc
  • but he noticed that their mood was down for the rest of the day
  • and they would apologize for things that weren’t their fault
  • jumin only asked when they stopped talking mid-conversation, however
  • “what’s wrong, my love? are you thinking about something?” he asks
  • “oh, no. i just thought you’d have more to say”
  • they weren’t usually like this…they always had insightful comments about things
  • upon thinking back, jumin realizes his mistake
  • “…i want to hear your opinion, mc” he says 
  • “mine?” they ask and he nods. “of course. i don’t want you to feel left out. your opinion is important to me”
  • mc is speechless for a second
  • “jumin-” “you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready, my love. but please know that” 

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • it happened when he was trying to be all distant with mc
  • mc put up with a lot of what he was saying to them, but one thing in particular really hurt them
  • saeyoung just thought that it worked. he finally got them away from him. he couldn’t hurt them like that
  • but then he heard sniffling from the couch
  • ‘leave it, saeyoung. you knew it would hurt now. but they can get hurt in much worse ways’ he thinks
  • but part of him really wants to check on them…
  • he doesn’t until they refuse to each, though
  • saeyoung sighs, “mc. you need to eat regularly…to take care of your health. come on, i made you some food” 
  • and then they start apologizing, “you didn’t need to make any-” “no,” saeyoung interrupts them 
  • “yes i did. you’re not eating…you feel bad because of what i said, and im sorry.”
  • they look at him, the both of them just standing there for a bit. “did you know already?””..know what?” “about my parents.” “tell me over dinner.”
  • so they did. and he didn’t know, that wasn’t in any of the records
  • saeyoung looks at mc from across the table, frowning a bit. after this, he knows he can’t put up a front anymore
  • “okay…i’ll work on sorting through my feelings..i don’t want to hear you sniffling like that again”

v / jihyun

  • these two apologize for everything, it’s a mess
  • but v knows mc is usually more talkative than they are right now
  • he tried to engage in some sort of conversation, anything, but they would talk for a bit, apologize, and stay quiet again
  • jihyun is a bit concerned. tbh he already knew about their parents and mc knew that, but he didn’t know everything
  • “angel, are you alright?” mc nods, but doesn’t say anything
  • “mc..what’s wrong? look at me, angel. it’s alright.” he moves closer to take mc’s hand slowly and gently
  • mc sighs and turns their head to look at him
  • and the look on his face makes mc want to tell him. maybe it would help. they knew v always listened
  • “i..” they pause to sigh. “it’s not anyone’s fault, but i haven’t told the others this, and what they said on the messenger, i-” 
  • v frowned. “what did they say?” “no, no- it was nothing bad, they just..asked why i don’t talk too just reminded me of my parents..” 
  • he pulled them into a hug while also logging onto the messenger
  • ‘I know you guys will see this later, but please don’t mention mc’s habits anymore. they’re insecure’
  • it wasn’t a lie, but as Jihyun Kim is known for, it wasn’t the whole truth 
  • “jihyun did you just do what i think you did?” ”..yes” *sigh*
  • “tell me. everything. i want to help you..” 
  • so they do. and he does. the right way this time


  • saeran notices right away, because he’s the same way
  • but he doesn’t know how to make it better for either of them or does he know why mc is like that
  • he hopes its nothing as bad as what he went through
  • one day, however, it got really bad for both mc and saeran
  • mc was apologizing for even the littlest of things and both were being quieter than usual 
  • basically, these two were tiptoeing around each other the whole day
  • the thing is, the stupidest situation sets this off
  • mc went to the bathroom. saeran went to get a water bottle in the kitchen, but bumped into saeyoung
  • of course, saeyoung managed to annoy him. so he went to sit back on the couch
  • mc wanted to cuddle when they got out of the bathroom, but saeran was now grumpy and kind of snapped at them
  • “can you not be so clingy and annoying?” he said, giving mc a little glare
  • mc stood there, surprised by his attitude. and they stay there for a while
  • eventually, saeran looks over at them. “are you going to sit?” he asks before looking up at them
  • and they’re wiping their tears from their cheeks
  • granted, its not a lot of tears, but saeran made the, cry
  • he stands up, “hey- i-” “please don’t say that..” mc cuts him off
  • saeran sits them down in the cuddle position they wanted before they tell him the story
  • mc is about to tell him that it was nothing and he had it much worse, but he shushed them and pulled them close. “it hurt you. that’s all that matters…we’ll take care of each other..:
Imagines #7- Cute Jack Gilinsky Imagine


It was the start of a new semester, I had walked out of the office with my new schedule and started making my way towards my first period. Nothing much had changed about my schedule besides my last period, which was changed from one elective to another. Crafts was never really my thing, and I’m much more content with being a teacher’s assistant anyway.

My first period went by quickly, the bell rang, and I began walking towards my English class. This class was one of my favorites, not because I like the subject, although English has always been one of my strong suits. No, this class was my favorite because Jack was in it. Jack  is one of my best classmate friends. You know those friends that you have in your classes, you get along really well, and are pretty close, but you never really hang out outside of the classroom? He’s one of those friends, and he makes my classes substantially more fun and entertaining. Although, I feel as if we drive our teachers insane with all of our inside jokes, and talking.

As I approach the classroom, I see Jack waiting for me outside of the door, making me smile as I take in his appearance. He’s literally the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever seen. He looks up, we make eye contact and he smiles at me as I do in return.

“Hello friend…” I shoot him a cheesy grin as I walk up to him. He smiles, rolling his eyes and grabbing the coffee out of my hand, taking a drink.

“Hello pal.” He smiles, sarcastically, handing back my drink.

“Wow, it’s like you never get tired of stealing my coffee everyday…” I laugh, he smiles, and opens the door for me before following me to our seats in the corner of the classroom. We sit down, our English teacher began talking about the assignment we’ve been working on in class as I grabbed my unfinished work out of my backpack.

The classroom fell silent as our teacher instructed us to continue our essay. Suddenly, I feel Jack reach over, pinching the back of my thigh, and making me jump up. I look back at him, smiling and smacking his shoulder as he laughs mischievously. A few moments later, Jack pinches my thigh again, making me jump up, and yelp a bit as he bursts out laughing.

“Can you fuck off?” I scoff, playfully as he tries to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth with his sleeve.

“Jack, Y/N, is everything alright?” Our teacher, Ms. G asks, already looking annoyed with Jack and I. We both nod frantically, trying not to get our seats moved, although we know she would never move us away from each other. A short while later, I feel Jack tap on my shoulder, I turn to face him.

“Hey, Y/N, did you finish the assignment for Mr. B’s?” He asks, holding an assignment from our third period, another class that we have together. I grab the packet from him, scanning it for a second before nodding, as I grab it from my backpack, handing it to him.

“Thank you, friend…” he smiles, sarcastically, making me laugh.

“Yeah, yeah… No problem.” I smile as I watch him sloppily copy my paper.

“You look pretty today, by the way…” Jack says out of nowhere, catching me off guard.

“I look the same as I do everyday…?” I laugh, confused as hell.

“And you look pretty everyday.” He says, quietly, still not making eye contact with me as he pretends to be paying attention to the work. My cheeks burn bright red as I bring my knees to my chest, clutching onto them, and trying to hide my smile.

“Well, thanks…” I murmur, unsure of what to say as I’m the worst person when it comes to accepting compliments.

The bell for break rings, Jack hands me my paper as we both clean up our stuff. I sling my backpack over my shoulder, saying goodbye to Ms. G as Jack and I walk out the classroom. We nod goodbye to one another as we walk to our separate friend groups.

As break went by, I would occasionally look over at Jack from across campus, catching him already staring at me. We both turn away, looking down as if it never happened, blushing and smiling. The bell rang as I began walking towards my third period after saying goodbye to my friends. Jack and I met at the door as we waited for our teacher to come unlock it. Mr. B arrived after about a minute or so, unlocking the door, and letting us in the classroom. Once again, Jack held the door open for me, following me into the classroom, and to our seats.

He sits to the right of me, pulling our desks together as he usually does as I get the work out of my backpack. I begin doing my work as Jack gets sidetracked by the littlest of things. Suddenly, I felt Jack rest his head on my shoulder, peaking at the work I was doing.

“What doing?” He asks playfully, dragging out his words. I smile, continuing my work as he watched over my shoulder.

“My work…” I laugh, looking at him through my peripheral. He had his head resting on my shoulder as he stared intently at my work, spacing out a bit.

“Oh…” he says quietly, pausing for a moment. Our third period went by quickly, the bell rang as I packed up my things. Jack held the door open for me, and began walking me to fourth period as we talked about all the annoying people in our previous class. We walk up to my fourth period, standing to face each other as we stayed silent for a moment.

“So, I’ll meet you after last period?” Jack asks, awkwardly, his hands shoved in his pockets. Everyday, Jack and I meet at my class after school, but I totally forgot to tell him I changed my class!

“Oh!” I exclaim in realization, making him jump. “I changed my last period! I’m a TA for Ms. E now!” I continue, a weird grin forms on his face.

“Dude! I have Ms. E for art last period!” Jack says excitedly, making me grin.

“Oh my god, that’s dope!” I smile, getting really happy at the thought of seeing him more. The late bell rang, Jack hugs me quickly before running off to his next class. I smile, my cheeks burning red as I walk into class.

When last period came around, I walked into class, Ms. E looks at me and smiles. I had her class last year, she’s a really good teacher and I get along with her a lot. She stands up, checking my schedule before hugging me.

“Oh it’s gonna be so nice to have you in my class again!” She smiles.

“Yeah, so do you have anything you need me to do?” I ask, looking around the classroom. She pauses, thinking for a bit before speaking again.

“Oh, you’re gonna hate me…” she smiles, looking in her bag. Immediately, I knew what she wanted me to do as I groaned, laughing a bit. She hands me her keys, walking across the hall as I follow behind her.

“I’m gonna have you clean the art supply office…” she says as I groan, even though I’d much rather be cleaning the art supply office than doing crafts. I unlock the door, gasping as I look at the huge mess of the office. It was nothing I couldn’t handle, it would just take some time.

Class starts, and I can hear Jack walk in late. I peak my head into the classroom to ask Ms. E a question that I really didn’t need to ask, I just wanted to see Jack. I catch Jack’s eyes as they brighten when we look at each other. He grins at me as I grin back, my face turning red as I walk back to the art supply office.

Jack G

I see Y/N walk into the class, our eyes meet as I smile uncontrollably, my heart racing. She walks back towards the art supply room as Ms. E hands out our work. As Ms. E passes my work back, I stop her to ask a question.

“Um, Ms. E, do you think I could do my work in the art supply room? I don’t think I’m going to be able to concentrate, and I really want to finish…” I say, trying to sound sincere. I just really want to see Y/N, I like her so much. Ms. E squints at me for a second, she’s not stupid and she probably knows what I’m doing, but she nods anyway.

“Don’t bother Y/N too much!” She yells as I walk out of the classroom. I laugh shaking my head as I walk across the hall. I pause as I reach the door of the art supply office, my heart racing as I go to open it.


The door opens, I look up from my work to see Jack walk in and close the door halfway behind him. He smiles at me as I look up at him confused.

“What are you doing in here?” I scoff, laughing a bit as he sits down on the rolling chair in front of the table.

“Ms. E said I could do my work in here…” he smiles, waving his paper in the air before placing it on the table.

“Oh, okay. Well I’m cleaning, so try not to bother me…” I say, not realizing how rude that sounded until after I said it. His mouth drops into a frown as he pouts a bit. I continue cleaning the room.

“Come sit down with me, she’s not expecting you to be done today!” Jack pouts, I shake my head.

“No, I want to get this done so I don’t have to do it the entire semester.” I scoff, Jack rolls his eyes.

“Why do you always take things so seriously?” He asks, sincerely, I pause for a moment. I ignore him, trying to get my work done. As I pass him, I feel him grab my arm, pulling me onto his lap as I yelp a bit. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him as my cheeks burned red.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, awkwardly. Our faces were so close as we just sort of stared into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t know… It just felt like something I needed to do.” He says, quietly. “You know, sometimes I really want to kiss you…” he says under his breath, his cheeks turning red as he obviously didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Then do it…” I say quietly, biting my lip. He cups my face in his hands, bringing it towards his and connecting our lips. My stomach fills with millions of butterflies, my heart racing as our kiss intensifies. I place my hand at the back of his neck, pulling him as close as I could.

I wanted it to last forever.

Jack G

Kissing her was the best feeling I could ever possibly imagine. It was something entirely new, that I had never felt before. I could kiss her forever. She made my knees weak, and my lips tingle. Fuck, I like her so much.

“WHOA!” Y/N and I jump apart to see a very surprised Ms. E standing in the doorway. Y/N hops off of my lap, her cheeks glowing red as the three of us stare at each other in shock.

“No!” Ms. E uttered out, awkwardly. “That’s very… bad! Jack go back to the classroom!” She yelled, obviously unsure of what else to say. I stand up, turning towards Y/N and kissing her once more before heading back to the classroom.

“Sorry, Ms. E…” I mumble quietly, laughing a bit. I walk back into the classroom, Jack and Sammy look up at me. They both begin laughing as I sit in my seat.

“What?” I furrow my brows at them.

“Nice lipstick, Gilinsky…” Johnson laughs, I wipe my mouth and check the back of my hand. Sure enough, Y/N’s lipstick was on my hand. My face turned red as I smiled, wiping my mouth.

Totally worth it…

anonymous asked:

Can you write something about someone from the Batfam finding out about Cass love fro ballet?

You didn’t specify what you wanted exactly and since I’m in my “I want to be a writer” phase I picked the option of writing my second Fan-fiction ever, but unlike my first Fan-fiction this one is written in a regular way without using Bullet points. Which was hard because the story centered around Cassandra who I’m the least expert on from the Batfamily, but I think I did a decent job if I do say so myself.

But enough of the introduction, here’s your 1,200 words fanfic:

Cassandra Cain glanced behind her a couple of times as she quickly skipped down to the lower parts of the Batcave’s huge training mat, with Barbara’s borrowed Beats speakers in her hands. For today her training was a little bit different than her usually training.

As she gave the last glance behind her to make sure that’s she was truly alone for the day, Cassandra put the pink speakers above Damian’s wooden training dummy and pressed play to turn up the song that she chose from YoutTube earlier. She didn’t know the name of the song or its artist, she simply just typed “Ballet Song” on the search bar and then picked the one she liked the most.

She stood in the middle of the mat listening to the beat and rhythm of the song and trying to come up with suitable moves to go along with it. So after a few seconds of standing there she begun to slowly move her right arm and leg, and shortly afterwards their left counterpart joined them to form a movement that was as similar as possible to the Ballet students from Gotham’s Academy that she often spied on- Kept an eye on while they were walking the night streets on their way to their home.

Unlike those students, Cassandra of course didn’t have any coaches, so she can’t really tell if her dancing, if you could call it dancing, was decent or not. But what she can tell you is that she fairly enjoy it. The concept of using her body to create art that can not only please her but also other people in a positive way was both a new and welcomed feeling to her.

As the minutes went by Cassandra lost her self to the simple yet charming melody of the random song she found on YouTube (She was never picky when it comes to music) The instruments of the song and the sound of her feet repeatedly hitting the ground made Cassandra stop noticing her surrounding with her sight, hearing and other senses. And made her start noticing life with her soul.

But apparently her soul needed an appointment with the Optometrist because the owner of the training dummy was standing next to it right now.

Damian smashed his finger to silence the amateur music coming from the speakers to stare disappointedly at the woman in front of him. Cassandra Cain, The League of Assassins best prodigy (before his time of course) was frozen in her place looking at him with eyes of a deer caught in headlights. Definitely not a look that would be encouraged in the league.

“Cain,” he started. And Cassandra didn’t know how to respond to that. She had no idea how the boy slipped past her. She did know that Damian, like her, was trained in the art of assassination so his stealth level was a lot higher than all of the others…but still. To think that her awareness of her surrounding chose to disappear now of all times and to think that the person that slipped past it was Damian Wayne of all people. Today wan’t her day was it?

“Damia- Robi-” She didn’t know what name to use. Technically they were still at home and there was no outsiders around so it should be ok to call him by his real name, but at the same time he was still in uniform so shouldn’t she call him by his Superhero name? But then again when isn’t this boy wearing his Robin costume?

“What was that?” he harshly asked her before she could figure out a name to use.


“I said,” he begun a little louder than before, while putting his hands on his hips in a challenging manners “What was that pitiful show you just did?”

Cassandra wondered if Alfred the Cat was as stealthy as his owner because she honestly felt like a cat just got her tongue.

She looked around her hoping to see if anyone else was here, if Alfred the human or maybe Barbra would come in and save her from this humiliating situation. Cassandra was never good at these type of things. A.k.a defending yourself with your tongue. Why would she? She was an assassin turned vigilante, you really didn’t need to be a sassy person for either of those jobs (But it’s optional in the later) If someone did you wrong you simply get back at them with your blade not with words.

But standing in front Bruce’s judgmental off spring. Cassandra wished she focused more in the ‘Insults’ department while learning the English language, because even though his combat level was near her’s, his speech level was light years ahead of her. So there’s no way she could come up with a good come back to defend her self from this mini-Shakespeare.

As Damian took off his cape, gloves and mask she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe his verbal assault would turn into a physical assault? So then she would actually have a good excuse for knocking him out. And hopefully he wouldn’t remember what he saw and her dirty secret would still remain a secret, maybe even dirtier than before.

But unfortunately for her that’s not what Damian did. What he did do was slowly walk in circles around her with his hands behind his back and head held high. It kinda reminded her of the way the Ballet instructor in Gotham’s academy would walk while criticizing her students.

“Bended knees, low arms and that crouched back!” he listed all the flaws in her dancing. That was also another thing the Ballet instructor from the academy did. Cassandra blinked at that a couple of times. She wondered if this’s how American kids insulted each other? No wait, Damian isn’t an American, nor is he really what you would consider a ‘kid’.

“And your pointe technique?! Agh!” and then he did that ‘tt’ thing he always did. Cassandra always wanted to know how he does it.

“…P-pointe technique?” she dared to ask. Quite frankly this is the most intimidated she ever been from any of her brothers, and ironically it was from her littlest one.

“You don’t know what’s a pointe technique?” he face-palmed himself at her question, and then sighed “It basically mean standing on your toes. Like this,” and just like, that the great son of Batman stood in his tipsy toes. In a really impressive way if Cassandra had to say. “Considering you fascination with the art of Ballet I’m sure that you’re very knowledge about it, am I correct?”

She shook her head in a ‘No’ manners while her eyes were glued on his small feet in total awe.

Damian let out another sigh and a ‘Tt’ (God he really need to teach her how to do that) before he brought his feet back to the ground and gave her a long hard examination look. “We got a long way to go” he said.

“We?” she asked.

“Yes, we, since you are in an obvious need of a teacher” he said as he took off his red Robin vest and revealing the black undersuit that he wore underneath. It kinda reminded her of the tights that the few male dancers in the academy wore. “Now go and pick another song from Gordon’s speakers while I do my stretching”

Cassandra gave a happy gasp and then wasted no time into running to the speakers.

“AND THIS TIME PICK A BETTER ONE!” Damian yelled from the ground where he was doing a split.