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137 Winter  Writing Prompts!

1. “Come out in the snow with me!”

2. “I can’t believe it’s already snowing,”

3. “Want some cocoa?”

4. “I’m baking!”

5. "I can’t feel my legs.”

6. “Don’t open those till later!”

7. “What’d you get me?”

8. “Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?”

9. “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.”

10. "I’d rather stay inside.”

11. “The house is so warm.”

12. “It’s warm inside.”

13. “There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!”

14. “Is this the first time you’ve seen snow?”

15. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

16. “Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!”

17. “It’s New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?”

18. “I wonder where that mistletoe came from.”

19. “Do we have to kiss at midnight?”

20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.”

21. “You’re like a heater!”

22. “Bah humbug.”

23. “You’re useless with wrapping presents!”

24. “Why did you get this for me?”

25. “Merry Christmas, you dork!”

26. “You can wait another 24 hours to open presents.”

27. “I hate waiting.”

28. “Let’s listen to Christmas albums and get drunk off of eggnog.”

29. “Eggnog sucks, fight me.”

30. “Eggnog rules, bite me.”

31. “You’re as red as Rudolph!”

32. “Christmas hats are the bomb, okay?”

33. “Let this be over now.”

34. “No, you can not start listening to Christmas albums before Halloween.” - “Well I disagree.”

35. “Halloween is better.”

36. “Let’s have Hallowmas!”

37. “Isn’t the snow just amazing?”

38. “No white Christmas this year…”

39. “Let’s see who can catch the most snowflakes with their tongue!”

40. “Snow angels!”

41. “Do you wanna Build a-” - “Absolutely not.”

42. “You look cute when you’re cold.”

43. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

44. “Up to roasting marshmallows?”

45. “Come on! Can I open just one?”

46. “You have flour on you face.”

47. “Who knew making cookies was this hard?”

48. “Easier said than done.”

49. “Let’s go get some pre made dough.”

50. “We burned it all…”

51. “Ginger bread people are very serious!”

52. “Cookie frosting contest!!!”

53. “I think I’ve has enough cookies for two years… Wait is that pie?”

54. “Let’s have an all pie Christmas!”

55. “What do you mean ‘too many cookies’?”

56. “Can you reach that spot on the tree?”

57. “We have to get that tree!”

58. “Did someone spike the eggnog?”

59. “Yes I have four trees. Don’t judge me.”

70. “Where’s the topper!”

71. “The tree looks… Nice…”

72. “Oh wow.”

73. “We must win the house lights contest!”

74. “I think we need glitter.”

75. “I made too much tea. Didn’t i?”

76. “Want some tea?”

77. “Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?”

78. “Just because it’s Christmas/New Years doesn’t mean I have to dress up.”

79. “It’s New Years/ Christmas! Of course I need to dress up!”

80. “What the hell do I get them?”

81. “That’s perfect for them!”

82. “Light the candle!”

83. “Why is it so damn cold?”

84. “Happy Hanukkah!”

85. “Let’s watch stupid Christmas movies and get wasted.”

86. "It’s too cold to do anything!”

87. “thanks for the gift… I guess.”

88. “Hey, at least you tried.”

89. “Snow ball fight!!!”

90. “Our ginger bread house is just… Sad.”

91. "My cookies are far better than yours.”

92. “Oh my GOD how did you make these!?!”

93. “This is the best cookie I’ve very eaten.”

94. “This is the worst cookie I’ve ever eaten.”

95. "How could someone make food this badly?”

96. “tea is so much better than cocoa!”

97. “Cocoa is superior to tea!”

98. “Why are we fighting over beverages!?!”

99. “Sit down and eat the damn food!”

100. “We need to make food for how many people?!?”

101. "You’re cute when you’re freezing.”

102. “All I want for Christmas is you!”

103. “No way you’re going out in the snow in that!”

104. “Did you actually get a Santa suit?”

105. “Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks…”

106. “I may die if it gets any colder.”

107. “Finally! Snow!”

108. “Happy Festivus!”

109. “So you’re telling me that you got everyone dollar store makeup for their gifts?!?””

110. “It’s Christmas! You’d think at least someone would be selling trees!”

111. “Wake me up when it’s Christmas.”

112. “Wake me up when Winter’s over.”

113. “Winter is my favorite time of the year!”

114. “Who stole all the gifts!?!”

115. “There’s so much snow in my boots.”

116. “We’re snowed in!”

117. “Are you sure you want to get me a gift?”

118. “I don’t deserve you…”

119. “So… Looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

120. “Wanna kiss?”

121. “I’m alone on valentines day. What could get worse?”

122. “Looks like we’re stuck here until all the snow blows over..”

123. “Seriously!?! The powers out?”

124. “Who sent these chocolates and flowers?”

125. “I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.”

126. “I think eating Chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.”

127. “Did i actually sleep through Christmas/New years/ Hanukkah?”

128.1 ‘Did you actually dye your hair red and green?”

128.2 “Seriously did you dye your hair blue for winter?”

128.3 “How is it possible to dye your hair gold for new years.”

129. “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. i won’t allow that!”

130. “I’m bringing the holiday party to you!”

131. “Please come over. I don’t want to be alone on Christmas.”

132. “Yes i’m out clubbing on new years. Please just pick me up!”

134. “I think i love you. Wow that sounds so cliche.”

135.  “I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned.”

136. “Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date.”

137. “You know i could never leave you alone on your favorite holiday.”

I’m accepting requests for this list! If you want to send some in that’s be great! 

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anonymous asked:

MC living with saeran & saeyoung and adopting a kitten? Thank u for all the wonderful hcs all the time, they make my day ; v ;

  • The situation was perfect for MC… Saeyoung was distracted doing something on his computers, and Saeran was asleep on the sofa as a film was on TV…
  • She had thought that, because the twins had been doing so well recently, and their home had been tidy and safe for a good while… to do something as a reward.
  • Plus, Saeyoung was even being allowed to see Elizabeth the 3rd, because he seemed to have become a lot gentler thanks to MC recently…
  • So she knew what she had to do.
  • In her arms were two little kittens. A little black kitten, which she had named Cola, and a little brown one with beige-y markings which she had called Cocoa.
  • She had adopted them from a local animal shelter, because she had noticed an ad put out online saying that they were going to be put down if they weren’t adopted soon, because of both of them being abandoned and basically the runt of the litter.
  • They were just… far too adorable.
  • Eventually, MC settled herself in a spare room, which is what she had set up that morning for the two kittens to play in.
  • Cola was the curious one, going straight over to a little ball of yarn which was there. Cocoa remained on MC’s lap after she sat down. In a way, they actually reminded her of the twins themselves… Saeyoung was like Cola, and Saeran like Cocoa.
  • Once she felt she was ready to introduce the kittens to the twins, she then pulled out her phone and sent a text to the twins.
  • Saeyoung! Saeran! I need you in the spare room, ASAP!’
  • There was a sudden thud of feet in the hallway outside, and MC giggled because she knew that was Saeyoung.
  • Just outside the room, MC heard a yell for Saeran to hurry up, before the door opened with both twins stood there.
  • A smile formed on her face then, before she stroked Cocoa behind her ears.
  • “Hi! Now, I know it’s a bit late for a birthday gift… But I felt that it would be worth it! Meet the two new members of the Choi family! Cola, the kitty over there, and Cocoa, this little ball of fluff!”
  • Saeyoung’s eyes widened, before he skidded across the carpet and stared at Cocoa with wide eyes.
  • “Oh my God, MC… Our children! You never told me you were pregnant! Momma cat MC, papa cat Saeyoung, uncle cat Saeran, and the little kitties!”
  • Saeran rolled his eyes as Cola made his way over to him, and started nuzzling at his feet, which made his cold look waver, before he crouched down and began stroking the cat, and holding the kitten up to his face as he licked his nose.
  • Saeyoung, meanwhile, was cradling Cocoa like a baby in his arms.
  • “Ha… The best late birthday present ever, MC… Thank you. I’m sure that Saeran appreciates this too…”

clementi-red  asked:

How would the 104th squad and the vets react to snow?

Mikasa: So romantic
Reiner: Snow ball fight!
Bertholdt: :/
Annie: Worried about the animals
Jean: Oh my god leave me alone seasonal depression just hit me
Marco: It’s so beautiful!
Sasha: *___*
Connie: It’s cold and I don’t like it
Historia: Puts three tiny snowballs on top of each other “Levi”
Armin: Is amazed and loves it
Ymir: Whatever, I prefer sitting at the fireplace and NOT having my hands freeze off
Levi: IS2G if you come in with your dirty shoes I will skin you
Hanji: makes 20 snow angles
Erwin: Watches the kids play and likes the atmosphere of snowy landscapes
Nanaba: Likes it for one day and is annoyed after that
Mike: Accidentally kills everyone with a huge ass snowball
Moblit: Why is any of this happening

Shit I’ve said while playing various video games

“Come hither, you fuck.”

“I’m completely ignoring my duties so I can date this cute boy/girl/_____.”

“Oh look at me I’m adorable, I’m gonna kill a _____!”

“I’m so fucking proud of myself……I’m trash.”

“Awwww look at that! S/he/it loves me! You can tell by how its jaw is unhinged over my face and the fact that it’s drooling on me~!!”

“No. Nope. Nah. No thank you–I SAID NO. No no no no nononnono—”

“S/he’s the best bug/_____ ever, oh oh and also? Fuck you s/he’s mine.”

“It’s too late to propose to me now! Don’t even think about it doing right here there’s a goddamn corpse in this room!”

“Honestly if he were my butler/lord/______ I’d have a very hard time being a proper lady.”

“People die in basements. I am not going down there.”

“He called me a lady. ….No one has ever called me that before.”

“YES! Give me the high quality meat! Yessss throw it at my face.”

“It’s going to kill me I just know it is.”

“At least _____ is nice to me.”

“Back it up there friend—I SAID BACK IT UP THERE BUDDY.”

“He’s the nicest bug/person/_____ here and he didn’t call me little. I’m going to marry him.”

“My reward should be that you touch my fucking face. That’s what I want.”

“He’d better be an old man, I swear to god.”

“I just want to see _____ again, is that so much to ask?”

“We need to get the fuck out of here, I think it eats children.”

“I’m not afraid of you, I have a _____! Oh..oh wait I forgot to bring it shit.”

“Pat me on the head and tell me I did gooooooooodddddddd.”


“I’m too full of sin to die here.”

“I may be small and cute but that doesn’t mean I can’t rip your spinal cord out of your ankle.”

“Please be sensible.”

“I feel like I messed that up but at least I tried.”

“If you even think about touching my garden I’m going to stuff your corpse into the scarecrow outside.”

“The beacon in this hellhole is that fact that you’re waiting for me…and this shotgun. Mostly this shotgun.”

“The treasure at the end of this quest? Me.”

“I’m the smallest one here, that means you have to throw me at the _____.”

“Does that mean I’m pretty?”

“Not today bitch, not today not tooooddaaaayyyyyy~”

“You aren’t worth it, I’m sorry. You’re not worth getting my face impaled repeatedly on death spikes.”

“I haven’t told _____ that I want to touch his/her’s face with my mouth yet I CAN’T DIE.”

“After I hit the ground I’m going to slap you. Even if I die I’m going to slap you.”


“It’s okay. I’ve passed through this room hundreds of times and I never saw a person/monster/______ so it’s saf–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH OH MY GOD WHY WHY FUCK WHY?!?!”

“YES my favorite is here!!!!”

“The sheer amount of joy I’ll get from rubbing your face in this is going to be enormous.”

“God fucking damn it _____ you’re so lucky that I want your goddamn ______.”

“I’m covered in dirt, bird shit, leaves, blood and the corpse of _____ but at least I’m here.”

“It’s so beautiful…so horrifyingly beautiful I almost forgot that it wants to ram me on that meat hook over there. Almost.”

“I’m balls-deep in cold, hard cash.”

Mini Golf Fun?

Request: @bluestghost “heyo! i have a fic idea if you like it. Evan and the reader (and maybe the other DEH characters if that works) go mini-golfing at midnight and Evan accidentally ends up hitting the reader with his golf club. instead of the reader crying Evan just bursts into tears and ends up being the one who needs comforting, instead of the person actually hit with the club (this is based off of a post i saw around similar to this but instead it was BMC)”
TW: bad writing, jared being lame, crying, was written on the notes of my phone
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long and I didn’t upload last night or this morning, my bestie and I were facetiming for like 6 hours. Anyways sorry if this sucks, I tried making it cute! Also requests are open but getting out slowly because I have to write these on my phone. Also will edit whenever I can get near a computer!
Word Count: idk but not that long
“We’re all going to golf n stuff this Friday, you in?” Jared asked you at your locker before sixth period. You had advanced drama next and so you were just stuffing all your government work back into your locker when your best friend slid right next to you.
“Minigolf? Eh, I’m not sure.” You said grabbing one of the scripts you needed to practice for class.
“C'mon Y/N, Alana’s older sister works there and is getting all of us in for free after the park closes! It’ll be fun, you have to go.” Jared sighed out before getting a smug look on his face.
“Plus Evan’s going.”
Your face started to heat up in embarrassment. Oh Evan Hansen. The boy you’ve been crushing on since sixth grade. Jared never misses a chance to dangle the fact that you’ve been basically in love with this boy right in front of you on a daily basis. You love your bestie but sometimes you really just want to tell him to stuff a sock in it.
“Of course Evan’s going. I’m assuming the Murphy’s are coming along too?” You asked not amused. Jared rolled his eyes at your diversion and nodded his head. Rolling your eyes back at him you shut your locker and walked with him to your last class of the day.
You didn’t realize how much you sucked at mini golf till you started playing. Maybe it was the fact that your only focus was on the nervous teen, who stood by you as you made your shot cheering you on. It’s not like Evan was doing any better, the boy was lucky if he made the hole in less than ten puts. Your friends might have paired you together because of your obvious attraction to your close friend, but maybe they just wanted to see you two make fools of yourself. Connor and Alana who were in first place giggled and looked smug every time it was one of yours or Evan’s turns. The game was supposed to end at midnight according to Alana’s schedule, but she forgot to plan the fact that you and Evan were horrible at the game. It was now 1:30 am.
“It’s the last hole and as much as I’d love to see Evan and Y/N dominate this one, maybe we should just call it quits.” Jared said from one of the benches, while scrolling through his phone.
“No, we all have to go, for this to be a fair game.” You all rolled your eyes at Alana’s antics before plopping on the bench next to your bestie.
“As much as I love playing mini golf Alana, maybe Jare is right.” The Murphy siblings nodded along with me and were obviously a little tired from this long ass game. Before anyone could say anything else, Evan walked over to the hole.
“If I make this in one go, then Y/N and I win and we can all leave and go get food or something.”
You got up off the bench and walked up to Evan placing a gentle hand on his arm. Why would Evan put himself through this embarrassment? You all knew it was a far reach for Evan to make this shot in five goes let alone one.
“You don’t have to do this Evan, I’m fine with losing. We can just go straight to A-La and call it a night.”
“Y/N, I can do this.” Evan looked at you with a small smug smile and winked. Your eyes widened a bit and a blush tinged your cheeks as you nodded. Taking a few steps back from Evan but still close enough to support your partner your mind raced a mile a minute.
“We have a deal guys?” Your group of friends just let out an uninterested “yeah” as Evan placed his blue colored golf ball on the black strip. Evan who looked more confident than before looked at the course almost calculating his next move. Your brows furrowed in confusion as he lined himself up. Swinging his arm back he firmly hit the ball and before you knew it, the ball rolled into the white cup at the end of the course. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed as you could not believe what just happened.
“Oh my fucking god.” You could hear Jared say as you screamed in awe. You ran to give Evan a hug but instead of a nice warm body against your cheek, you felt cold metal.
“Oh my fucking god!” You could hear all your friends yell as you clutched your cheek in pain. You were not expecting that. Of course you should have known better than to run at someone who just made the most bizarre hole in one ever but your emotions and excitement got the better of you. You didn’t expect Evan to throw his hands up in the air in victory, and you most certainly didn’t expect one of those hands to be still holding his golf club. Evan didn’t know you were going to run full speed and jump him for a hug, and he most certainly didn’t know he was going to smack you in the face with a three feet tall stick.
“Does it hurt?”
“Are you alright?”
“Does she have a concussion?”
“Oh my god someone get some ice!”
Your cheek did hurt a bit, but honestly your friends were being so dramatic. It wasn’t a big deal, you’ll probably not be able to sleep on that side of your face but things could be worse. Things like Evan crying. Oh shit Evan’s crying. You broke free from your friends crowding around you.
“Evan are you okay?” He turned away from you guys with his face in his hands. You could see his shoulders racking and hear his gasps for breath. You immediately wrap your arms around the small boy and rub his back.
“Evan are you alright sweetie?” He didn’t answer but kept crying. Your friends slowly come up to help but you raise a hand knowing that it was even a little too much for him that you were there. They backed up gathering everyone’s stuff and going back to the lobby of the golf n stuff to return the stuff leaving you two alone.
“Evan please say something…for me.”
You heard him mumble something but don’t question what he says until he’s calmed down. His shoulders eventually stop shaking and you hear him sniff a little bit.
“You okay hun?” You ask with your arms still around him. Evan lifts his head wiping his face off with the sleeve of his hoodie. Nodding he takes a step back from you. There’s still tears in his eyes and he still looks heartbroken, but he’s better.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N I didn’t mean to hurt you I was just so happy that I won for you I’m so sorry.” Tears began to roll down his cheeks at a faster pace and you lead him to the bench so you could both sit down.
“Evan it’s okay, it was an accident. You didn’t know I was going to run up to you, you had no idea that that was going to happen. It was an accident, honey and I forgive you.”
Evan nodded, but the tears kept pouring. You knew that when Evan cried he lost so much energy and you wanted him to still enjoy his night with his friends, so you had to distract him.
“How about you tell me how you made that hole in one back there?” Evan’s face flushed in embarrassment and a small smile started to form on his lips.
“I used to come here every week with my mom. We stopped going together junior year because she was too busy, but I still come here by myself every week. I know the courses like the back of my hand.” You were floored. Did Evan Hansen just admit that he was basically a mini golf pro? Wait-
“Why did you pretend to lose then?” His cheeks turned a beautiful shade of red that took you by surprise. Wow this boy was so beautiful. Your heart physically started to ache just looking at him.
“I didn’t want you to think you were the worse, so I pretended to be bad so you weren’t alone.” Your heart that was aching started beating a million times per second and your face flushed. Before you knew it you grabbed Evan by the cheeks and softly pressed your lips to his. His lips and cheeks were wet with tears and his body was shaking, but it was amazing. Evan, after being shocked for a second quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The soft kiss lasted for another thirty seconds, before you both parted in awe. Evans eyes were still closed when you pulled apart but he looked so happy compared to a few minutes ago.
“Wow.” Was all that he said. The smile on your face grew and grew until it began to hurt. Your hand found his and his eyes looked at you.
“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you Evan.” You both just stared at each other with matching grins on your faces. The moment was nice and comforting, until your friends decided to make themselves known.
“GAYYYYY!!!!” Your lips pursed as you turned around to face your bestie. Narrowing your eyes at his smug face you gave him the finger.
“You guys ready to go? I’m starving and A La Mode closes in an hour.” Zoe stated impatiently grabbing onto Alana’s hand. You nodded standing up with Evan’s hand still entwined in your own. Glancing at each other with small smiles you walked off to the car thanking whoever was out there that you came to golf n stuff tonight. Even though you got hit in the face, the golf club that hit you wasn’t the reason why your cheeks hurt so bad that night.

Imagine Harry Wells confessing his feelings to you after HR kissing you under mistletoe

Request by Anonymous: Could you do an imagine where Harrison and the reader have been working together at star labs for a while and although the reader is slightly younger than he is, he still confesses he has feelings for her

Request by Anonymous: Write about HR realizes that he has a crush on you and you’re a meta human (the reader has super speed and killer frost abilities…)

Request by Anonymous: Hey! If you could write an imagine where HR kisses you under a mistletoe making Harry completely jealous even though you two are not dating and you have no clue of him liking you. Afterwords you & HR go out on a few dates and things become serious causing Harry to be distant/sad until he works up the courage to show you his feelings and ultimately you having to pick between the two. Thank you ❤️

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Originally posted by verygroovymutation

With the sound of the drumsticks clacking together, you curiously looked back from your shoulder and found HR smirking at you with some weird excitement and longing in his eyes.

You frowned, asking the team, “What’s wrong with him?”

You noticed Barry and Cisco were stifling their giggles and playfully looking back and forth between you and HR as if they were expecting a good show. Caitlin, in the other hand, sighed and looked at you with sympathy.

“Don’t move.” HR said with a wide grin, eagerly walked towards you with a few strides.

“Can anyone tell me what’s going on?” You helplessly looked at the team and noticed Harry was silently observing the situation with his grim expression and arms crossed over his chest. His cold eyes were deadly pinned on his counterpart as if he was ready to eat him alive and you somehow saw Harry clenching his jaw too.

“Y/N…” Caitlin uttered, pointing above your head, “I think you might want to look up at the ceiling.”

You followed Caitlin’s direction and lifted your head, only found a ball of mistletoe was hanging right upon you.

You rolled your eyes uncontrollably, burying your face inside your palms, “Oh my god…”

“Since the genius over here,” Cisco snickered, “hanged a sprig of mistletoe in the cortex, he was waiting for the girls who accidentally stand under it.”

“He has been keeping watch on this spot for so long just like some attackers waiting to catch their preys.” Caitlin added.

You turned and faced HR, narrowing your eyes on him, “You do know that I can speed out of the lab any moment so you never get a chance to kiss me?”

You gave HR a smug face and continued, “And if you do kiss me, you know that I can freeze you to death the moment you have physical contact with me?”

To let your statement sounded more convincing, you showed HR your frosty hands with complacent smile crept up on your lips.

“Nah,” HR seemed not buying your threat, “you have both super speed and ice-based abilities, hot and cold all at once, theoretically these two distinct powers will be automatically balanced within your body, and so you’ll have the normal body temperature just like the rest of us do.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised by HR’s more-than-accurate science talk.

“Well,” HR shrugged, spinning his drumstick between his fingers, “I do listen when you guys talking the science stuff.”

“But theory is just a theory, in case something goes wrong…” HR turned his head and signaled Barry, “BA!”

After a strong gust of wind smacked against your skin and streaks of yellow lightning flashed beside you, you found your wrists were locked with a pair of power-dampening cuffs.

“What the hell, Barry?!” You almost yelled at the speedster.

“Well, well,” HR smirked, reaching and holding your wrists gently, “now that you can’t use your super powers against me, let’s get you a proper Christmas kiss.”

You heard a deep groan coming from Harry’s throat and you saw the grumpy scientist stepped out of the cortex in an irritated manner from the corner of your eyes.

Feeling a warm hand gripping your chin, you fell your attention back to Harry’s counterpart, who was hungrily gazing at your rosy red lips.

He looked at your attractive lips one more time and placed a soft peck on it without any warning.

The kiss was too quick that you never had a chance to feel it and it was gone.

HR pulled away and pressed his lips together as if enjoying the aftertaste of the kiss, “Whoa, that’s good. I was afraid that the power cuffs might malfunction.”

“Hey,” Here came Cisco’s protest, “my delicate set of cuffs is perfect, okay?”

You speeded out of the training track, grinning brightly at Harry, who was staring at the computer screen blankly at the moment.

Your smile slowly faded away and asked, “How was I doing? Still not good?”

“You’re doing fine,” Harry gathered his thoughts and answered, “You’re nearly as fast as Allen.”

“Is something bothering you?” You asked with concern filled up in your eyes, moved towards the scientist, “You seem a little off lately.”

“I think you should worry about HR rather than me, Y/N.” Harry said with bitterness, trying his best to hide the jealousy and sourness between lines, “You’re dating him after all.”

“We’re not dating,” You denied at first, but thinking there was no point of denial, you gave up, “whatever.”

The gleam behind his sapphire blue eyes grew dim, his face went completely gloomy. The twinge kept torturing his heart since the day HR kissed you under mistletoe. He knew that HR would steal you away from him one day, he just blamed himself for not working up the courage to confess his feeling to you before the fraud, and sometimes he even regretted he had invited him to come to this Earth at the first place.

“Test. Test. Fellow S.T.A.R. Labs employees. Your presence in the cortex would be greatly appreciated, especially Y/N.” A familiar voice sounded through the microphone.

“You got to be kidding me.” You threw your head back, rolling eyes. Although HR was not as grumpy as the physicist in front of you, he sometime just being really annoying.

“Sorry, Harry, I should go check on HR.” You spun around on your heel and started walking towards the door.

He abruptly gripped your wrist, stopped you from going.

“Don’t go.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat. You was utterly taken aback by Harry’s sudden reaction, you just froze and stood there with an empty mind.

With a strong but gentle pull, he turned you around to face him, locking you between his secure arms.

“Don’t go.” He repeated, this time his voice was determined, not allowing any rejection.

Your heart was pounding, his handsome face was only inches to yours as you could feel his hot breath were smacking on your blushed cheeks, which made your heart raced even faster.

“Please tell me things between you and HR aren’t serious.” Harry mumbled with pain, studying your facial expression, “Tell me you’re still mine even if I have never existed in your memory.”

“What do you mean?” You startled, almost heard the rapid beating sound behind your chest.

“Flash point.” Harry briefly explained, one of his big warm hand reached your flushed small cheek and gently cupped it, “You are head over heels in love with me in the original timeline. Things changed after Allen created Flash point…. You are no longer mine anymore.”

Without giving you any time to process what he just said, Harry leaned down to press his soft lips against yours.

The kiss was so soft and gentle that you practically melt into his arms. Your head was spinning and no way to think straight when he brushed his lips on yours, sending unstoppable shivers to your spine. Although your conscious kept telling you to pull away, your heart kept urging you to sink into his deep sweet touch.

You kissed back, which surprised both of you. Harry smiled a little and pulled you even closer, firmly held you inside his embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist. He went slightly further and sucked your bottom lip possessively.

The kiss lasted like forever before both of you needed a gasp of air.

Your conscious finally came back and you whispered, “This is wrong…”

Harry placed a soft kiss on your lips again and said, “But it doesn’t seem wrong, right?”

AOS Fic - Carry Your Heart

No warnings, just notes at the bottom. Unbeta’d. Jocelyn x Len pairing.

Directly follows this little drabble, though can absolutely be read as a stand alone. Absolutely fits into The Theory of Joanna McCoy, too.

Leonard finishes his case and hastily shuffles the schedule, only half-aware of the ‘family-emergency’ excuse he’d offered his program director.

He owes Mike a favor, dammit.

hCG level.

He remembers, now. Jocelyn, pale-faced and sweating, spending much too long in the toilet every morning, her flat refusal to eat any red meat, her sudden aversion to Montoya Cabernet - her absolute favorite. 

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First Snow (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: The snow might dampen Steve and Bucky’s spirits, but this year they have you around.

A/N: Just something short as I push through these final papers and my last exam! Where I am has been getting a crazy amount of snow (considering we don’t usually get it?) and i’m absolutely loving it - fingers crossed for a white christmas?

Word Count: 1529
Warnings: none

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Bucky shrugged the loose sweater over his shoulders as he made his way towards the kitchen. His bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor but he couldn’t be bothered to return to his room and grab a pair of socks; he didn’t want to risk waking you.

Steve looked up from his seat by the window and sent his flat mate a small, tight lipped smile as he entered.

“Morning, Buck.”

Bucky nodded, his eyes drifting past Steve and out through the window. As he took in the view of the street in front of them, his smile slowly began to fall.

“Mornin’…” he grumbled back.

Steve noticed and sighed, using his right foot to push out a seat at the table for his best friend.

Bucky took it, his eyes continuing to gaze out over the snow covered street.
“Do you want a coffee?” he offered, bringing Bucky’s attention back inside their apartment.

Bucky shook his head silently before clearing his throat. “It’s snowing.”
Steve nodded and took a sip from his mug.

“I hate the snow.” Bucky grumbled, standing up suddenly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

By the time he’d returned to the table Steve had finished his coffee, pushing his empty mug across the table and leaning back in his seat. “I hate it too, Buck.”
There was a heavy pause before Bucky spoke up once more, his voice quieter than usual.

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incandescence; preview

Genre: werewolf!au, angst

Pairings: reader x taehyung (feat. all members)

Word count: 2k

Summary:  You had never been afraid of storms and neither did you believe in superstitions, but something about the swaying willows and withered oaks, flimsy and unstable caught up in the torrents of rain and sharp gusts of winds screamed bad omen.

The thundering clouds, hung low in the gloomy sky, growling and roaring loudly, as if upon the clouds sat a hungry lion, vexed at its inability to find food and shelter. You watched the downpour in silence, you had barely spoken a word during the entire 6 hour drive. Licking your lips for the umpteenth time, you found it impossible to push down the uneasiness building up in your chest. You had never been afraid of storms and neither did you believe in superstitions, but something about the swaying willows and withered oaks, flimsy and unstable caught up in the torrents of rain and sharp gusts of winds screamed bad omen.

 By the time, your  mother rounded up the driveway in front of your soon to be home for the coming few months, the raging winds seemed to have calmed down a little. You sighed taking in the dilapidated old house. It was not too big yet much too huge for it’s two lonely tenants. You couldn’t help but wonder what the house looked like, back in it’s days of glory. When the lush green creepers had not grown on it’s once pristine white walls. When the windows had not been sealed shut with years of rust and dirt plaguing it’s hinges. When the house looked like a home, not an abandoned haunted misery.

 You rolled down the windows making no move to step out of the car yet. The air was damp and cold, but when it caressed your cheeks, it felt eerie and uncomfortable, just like everything else about this place. You longed for the sunny skies and the sweltering heat of your hometown, but no amount of wishful thinking could turn things around and take you back.

 "So-“ your mother spoke up softly, testing the waters with her tone and choice of words. She knew you were upset about this whole move and somewhere or the else she held herself responsible. You hated seeing her guilt ridden eyes, for all you knew none of this was her fault. It was no one’s fault really, just a twist of fate that left you in quicksand. You had no way out and the only thing you were allowed to settle for was acceptance.

 "Don’t worry about it, Mom. I’ll be fine.” You reassured her, flashing her a small smile. “It does not look that bad. And it’s only for a few months right?” You tried to sound optimistic, and the thought of missing a semester at your local college and all the tedious routines that came along with it did make you feel slightly better.

 "If you say so Y/N.“ She trailed off sounding unsure and a good minute passed before she spoke up again. “After your father left, I no longer wanted to depend on him or his money but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I should have put my pride aside, atleast for your sake when he said he wanted to help us. Guess it’s too late to regret now.” You felt terrible. You wanted to see your mother happy. You really really did. After all she had been through and all she had done to provide for you she deserved every happiness in the world and you wished you could give it to her.

 "Mom, I love you so much, and even though I’m such a brat sometimes you have to know how much I admire you. You’re beautiful inside out. I mean it.“ You squeezed her hand "You don’t have to worry about me, I know this job is important to you. To us. You can’t commute this far everyday and renting two houses will be too much of a burden. I get it. So please don’t blame any of it on yourself. We’re just doing our best to survive.” By the time you finished you felt embarassed over your emotional outburst already. You were never the one to show your emotions or speak your mind and this felt unbelievably awkward. However, you did mean every single word that made out of your mouth without doubt.

 "Wow my little ice princess has quite the heart of gold eh?“ Your mother let out a chuckle but her eyes glistened and a loving smile played on her lips. "And no you’re never a brat.” She winked at you. “you’re just the opposite.”


It took roughly an hour as the two of you went back and forth taking in the boxes and suitcases from the rear of the SUV. It was drizzling slightly but that faint raindrops were not a bother as you kept up your paces. By the time you were finished you collapsed on top of one of the boxes panting heavily as you took in the insides of the house in detail for the first time.

 You were pleasantly surprised, the shabby outward appearance of the house was incredibly deceptive in comparison to its well lit and neat interiors. The walls had been freshly painted a snowy white, and there were large windows framed with wood on each of the four walls of the living room. A comfortable looking leather couch sat in the middle looking a bit lonely by itself. But you were only going to be here for a short period so neither of you wanted to bother much with the decorations or the furniture. The less the better.

 Your mother’s voice echoed, bouncing off the emptiness of the house, as she called your name. You found her in the kitchen leaning forward on the black marble kitchen counter as she typed away on her phone. “Y/N? The gas supplies won’t work yet so maybe I’ll have to go pick up something from the diner we saw on our way here. Do you want to come along?” You shook your head in denial  immediately. “Alright then, you can freshen up until then, we can unpack tomorrow. You’re room’s the one on the left by the way.” You eyed the winding staircase in the living room which lead upstairs. It honestly did not look very stable. “My knees hurt just looking at those” You thought out loud and your mother’s booming laugh was the last thing you heard before she left leaving you all alone in this silent old house.

 You hugged your arms around yourself a little more tightly as you entered the room which was to be yours. It took you a while to figure out the heating, and you were shivering by the time you did. Somehow you had managed to drag your huge suitcase upstairs, your knees were indeed hurting but thankfully despite their shaky appearance the stairs did not give in under your weight. It was a strange feeling really but the moment you clambered your way upstairs a strange chill went down your spine and for some reason for a second you felt as if you were not alone. You dismissed it as paranoia, unsure if the exhaustion from a day so hectic was finally getting to you. 

 The bathroom was massive and maybe even bigger than your house back home. You took your time stacking up your toiletteries neatly on the shelves, all the while keeping an eye out for any roaches or spiders that might still be lingering. You turned on the faucet letting the bathtub fill up with warm water before stripping out of your jeans and flannel shirt  which felt itchy and damp, clinging uncomfortably to your body. 


 You froze mid activity as you heard the floorboards creak on the other side of the door. “Mom?” you stood still, only in your shirt as you tried strain your ears trying to tell reality and hallucinations apart. did you just imagine the whole thing. “Mom. Are you back already?” With a heart beat loud and frantic you sneaked upto the door before pushing it open with shaky hands. “Mom. oh my God, stop playing around I’m scared.” Your bedroom door stood open just as you had left it and  there was nothing but silence which met your desperate calls.

 The hallway was just as silent. The narrow space lit up by nothing but the faint light filtering in through the large window at the end of it. You furrowed your eyebrows, were you just imagining things? You had to be.


 Your heart dropped to you stomach and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt something cold and squishy brush past you ankle.

 You body almost shook with relief, when you saw a furry ball of white near your feet, a timid mewl came from the tiny little kitten and your legs gave in as you collapsed on the ground clutching your chest. “You scared me to death little one. Oh my god-” it was no more than a few weeks old, its fur white and fluffy. It looked well bred and too tame to be a stray. “Come here” you got up on your knees and leaned forward trying to capture the little creature in your hands but it escaped quickly and you almost fell flat on your face. But all of a sudden you heard the kitten screech out an ugly sound and your blood ran cold. When you looked up a dark figure stood in front of you.

 Fear had never felt so overbearing and death had never felt like such an imminent threat before. All you were met with when you looked up was a cold hard stare and blood crazy eyes that looked too wild, too feral to be human.

 And just like that, all too soon the world went black.

anonymous asked:

Hi, for the headcanon thing, what about betrayal with Chuck? xxx

  • if he didn’t love you so much, he would hate you with every fabric of his very omnipresent being and smite you o n t h e s p o t mercilessly (but thank Chuck he d i d love you so…yay!)
  • his beautiful blue eyes would be ice cold, glaring at you as if he would blast you with the deathly rays of a thousand suns
  • he would make you feel s o s m a l l and you’d be scared of him, of what he could do to you
  • but in the end, he still loved you, knew you weren’t doing it to intentionally hurt him
  • still, God needed time to cool down his wrath, and cool down he did (picking up his guitar, travelling to whatever corner of the universe he likes to visit, that kind of thing)
  • you gave him space, knowing that the time would come when he’d allow you back into his life, so you waited patiently for him 
  • soon, he appeared and he forgave you and all is well
  • maybe even really fucking hot make up sex to go with it idk

Originally posted by anythinginmyhead

(except Chuck obviously…he’s perfect)

Golden Opportunities, Silver Lies, Copper Copies

Back and forth across the board the kings advance and retreat. No one loses, oh but one wins, by taking something sweet. Snatching a piece, toppling it and stealing away the rubble it left behind. Was it perfect timing? Months of waiting and scheming? Oh no no no, all it came down to, all it depended on was a single, perfect, golden opportunity.

Golden opportunities for a silver-tongued God, perfectly crafted and waiting so prettily for the first one with the balls to seize them. All those weeks ago, it was easy to crack the golden goose egg open, to smash the pieces over the board and watch the pawns fight to get it back under control. Today, it's…less opportune but oh when has that ever stopped you Fyedyenka-me, stopped me?

“Never,” you whisper-I whisper. Soft, a brush of breath against my lips, cold and crisp in this place. Every breath is crisp in this room, sharp in the nose, dry on the lips, cold, cold everywhere. Cold and white, nothing but crisp white and frosted metal and rust stained into the floor; it’s the winter wonderland any psychopath would be happy to play in.

“Never?” the child asks, the lovely cursed child.

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Brendon Urie ~ Let’s Kill Tonight
(Horror movies, he scares you)

Why did you say yes? Perhaps it was masochism but either way, you were regretting when Horror Lord Urie swaggered into the room with so many horror films in his arms he had to have spent half his fortune on them.

“So… My little fear lover… Classic or modern? Gore or jump scare? Psychological torture or pure sadism? The choice is yours but once the decision is made, your fate is sealed…” Brendon grinned around the cheap vampire fangs he’d shoved into his mouth as he ran down the stairs.

“Shut up Boyd and surprise me.” You retorted, secretly not wanting the responsibility of scaring yourself.

“It’s decided! Good old fashioned Exorcist it is! You’re gonna regret letting me chose coz you could have just picked Crimson Peak…” He grinned from ear to ear as he dropped the DVDs on an armchair and fished out his chosen film. You resisted the urge to scream just at the mention of the film and instead whined at the lack of Tom Hiddleston you’d be watching for the next couple of hours of your life.

Fast forward an hour later and you’ve skipped out on the film entirely, locking yourself in the bathroom and texting Brendon passive aggressive threats, ordering him to turn off the film. After a brief argument you received a short message simply stating “k, the films off, come out now you’ve ruined horror night for me.” You huffed, feeling guilty but less afraid, that was until the lights shut off in the bathroom. You squealed but composed yourself and assumed the light had blown and unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway. Complete darkness.

“Boyd?!” You shouted, “Boyd, I think your powers out?” No reply. “Ok… Bit creepy… Feel like giving me a torch? I’m sorry about ruining film night!” You added in the hopes of appeasing him.

Feeling your way down the hallway and reaching the stairs, you braced yourself for the inevitable jump scare before descending. “Brendon, please.” You begged, your voice breaking as your bare feet touch the cold wood of the floor. You wandered into where you assumed the living room was and swore as you banged your toe on the edge of the sofa.

Hands wrapped around your waist whilst you was recovering and practically swung you into the air before teeth nipped at your neck. You shrieked and struggled desperately until your feet hit the ground and you took off running, consequently falling head first over the sofa and landing in a painful ball on the other side, yelping as you tried to stand, your ankle throbbing with pain.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Brendon gushed before he run out the room, you heard doors opening and the clicking of switches before the lights came on, blinding you momentarily. A red faced Brendon skidded back into the room before dropping beside you. “Is it broke?” He questioned looking a mix of scared and guilty.

“I… I don’t think so?” You replied, cradling your exceptionally swollen a ankle, eyes widening when Brendon picked you up as gently as he could and carried you into the kitchen. Setting you down on the counter top he went looking for frozen peas, determined to right what he’d done as best as possible. He let out a small “ah!” When he found frozen peas and returned to you, placing them on your ankle and getting you to hold it in place. His muddy coloured eyes had widened to puppy dog size as he looked into yours. Seeing you shudder, he disappeared again before returning with a fluffy blanket that he wrapped around your shoulders.

“Look… I’m so sorry, I just wanted to make you jump…” He muttered, pulling himself up onto the counter beside you, pulling the blanket over his shoulders and silencing you when you went to complain by lifting you onto his lap and hugging you as tightly as he could to keep you comfortable as he could. His body radiating warmth that you melted into.

“I know you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t do that.” You muttered sleepily due to the adrenaline low, a small smile gracing your face when he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Not to you. No.” He finished.

chicago fire starter sentences - season 4 (  Eps 13 &14 )

  • ❝ Look, I don’t want to bore you with the details.❞
  • ❝ Where’s the money? ❞
  • ❝ I know that I have to get my act together, and I know that I’ve got to sober up.❞
  • ❝ I’m the man for the job. ❞
  • ❝ I’m gonna go grab the steaks.❞
  • ❝ great, we can hold hands and skip afterwards! ❞
  • ❝ Long night last night? ❞  
  • ❝ Hey, what’s going on out there today? ❞
  • ❝ Why didn’t you say anything? ❞
  • ❝ Look, if drinking was an issue before, you really have to take it seriously now. ❞
  • ❝ You haven’t returned my calls. ❞
  • ❝ You needed me? ❞
  • ❝ Hit it, hit it, hit it! ❞
  • ❝ Who the hell do you think you are? ❞
  • ❝ After everything I’ve done, all the times I’ve stood up for you. ❞
  • ❝ ____ , relax. Just take a deep breath. ❞
  • ❝ What, you have the balls to pretend you haven’t just stabbed me in the back? ❞
  • ❝ Who’s going around gossiping about who here? ❞
  • ❝ What made you think it was okay to use my house as a dumping ground? ❞
  • ❝ Want my advice? ❞
  • ❝ We gotta work on your speed! ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry for the cold shoulder. ❞
  • ❝ What the hell is this? ❞
  • ❝ Take a breath, take a breath. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna be fine, okay? ❞
  • ❝ I’m the one that’s messed up. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, God, I was so worried. ❞
  • ❝ I can handle this myself. ❞
  • ❝ We all go bananas on this job at some point, ____.  ❞
  • ❝ The blood got worse! It’s everywhere!  ❞
  • ❝ I’m only here for the doughnuts.❞
  • ❝ Do you want a hand? ❞
  • ❝ I’ve been taking care of myself for a really long time, and you don’t need to do it for me. ❞
  • ❝ This look like blood to you? ❞
  • ❝ I have something for you. An early Valentine’s Day present. ❞
  • ❝ What did I do to deserve this? ❞
  • ❝ How long you been drinking on the job? ❞
  • ❝ I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever been drunk at work. ❞

things to say during sex: 

  • ne ne papa 
  • wine choudai 
  • let’s make an alliance 
  • easy peasy japaneasy
  • china i choose you 
  • im the hero
  • prussia isnt dead
  • whats a cold
  • suck ball
  • oh crap my fish
  • i think it tastes like sandwiches
  • im thinking of painting my house a wicked hipster pink
  • i once killed a man with his own mustache and a grape
  • im canadia
  • am i catholic…or protestant? god, i don’t know
  • i may be small but ive got a big heart
Michael Clifford Smut → Shower Sex

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Request: Yes

It was almost evening when I drove home from the gym, I was so caught up that I didn’t even realize how long I was actually there. Almost three hours and two missed phone calls from my boyfriend Michael past since I left home. All I could think of now was a hot and relaxing shower. I jumped into my car and quickly drove home, with the thought of hot water running down my body. Showering always relaxed me, it was kind of my getaway from the world and all my problems.

Ten minutes later I arrived home, I parked the car and walked through the front door, where I was greeted by Michael. “Babe where have you been so long?” he whined and put his arms around my waist. I pulled away and put my bag on the floor. “I was at the gym. Sorry it took so long. I’m gonna take a shower alright? I’m pretty beat.” I said and wiped some sweat away from my forehead. “Can I join you?” he smirked pulling me closer again. “No, Michael. I’m too tired.” I explained and started walking to the bedroom. “Oh c'mon babe, I’ve been horny all day.” he groaned and followed me upstairs. “Later okay.” I said and slammed the door shut in his face. 

I sighed and stripped down my sweaty clothes and pulled out a new towel from the wardrobe. I dind’t want to turn down Michael like that but I really wasn’t in the mood right now. I just needed to releax. I walked into the bathroom next to our bedroom and turned on the water. I put the towel aside and waited a couple of minutes to let the the shower heat up before I stepped into it.

The water was hot enough to steam the shower and despite its warmth, cause goose bumps on my skin. With my eyes closed, I let the water run over my body while I ran my hands through my wet hair. Forgetting the world around me I didn’t hear Michael coming in. I suddenly felt two strong hands wrapped around my finger (sorry I had to) waist. I shrieked in surprise but found my breath again when I heard Michael’s familiar laugh. No longer on high alert, I allowed myself to melt into his hands. His touch was everywhere; from the back of my neck , to my lower backside and all the way down to my ass where he squeezed it gently. I let out a quiet moan which earned me a smack on my butt cheek. “You scared me.” I mumbled. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” he explained and soon I felt something else causing pressure in my backside. 

Michael’s hands slipped around to my front and sqeezed my breasts, massaging my nipples. A shiver of delight ran down my spine, I turned around and felt Michael’s, now rock hard, cock press against my entrance. I let out a slight moan, getting increasingly turned on by the second. His lips were on my neck, kissing slightly, his hand on my ass. I reached down to stroke him while he sucked on that special spot on my neck. He let out a low groan and pressed me against the shower wall when I started pumping him faster. I noticed the tension between my legs and I desperately wanted release. Michael’s hand slipped between my thighs, rubbing slowly over my clit in fast short circles. My knees trembled as the pleasure took over me. 

His eyes were full of lust and he looked at me hungrily before he kissed me roughly. I responded immediately, burying my hands in the back of his head, tugging at his hair. “” I breathed in between kisses. “With pleasure.” he smirked, his lips then attached to my neck again and a hand went down to my pussy, rubbing my folds. I moaned loudly, and was quite glad that no one could hear us.

I wanted to say something, but Michael shut me up with his middle finger that plunged into me without any warning.‘’Fuck, Michael.” I groaned and gripped into his strong biceps for support. “You love it when I finger you don’t you?” he whispered into my ear, before taking my earlobe between his teeth. “Fuck y-yes.” I moaned, sqeezing my eyes shut. “Does it feel good?” I couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.” He hissed.

His fingers sped up with each word and it was hard to actually pay attention to what he was saying when his rock hard cock on was pressing against my stomach. “I-I can’t last m-much longer.” I stuttered. He gripped into my thighs and hitched me up, slamming me into the cold wall. I wrapped my arms around him and tangled my fingers in his wet hair. Slowly he eased himself inside me, and my head fell back against the wall while I felt him fill me up. He used one arm to help hold me up and the other firmly placed on the wall behind me. His balls were hastily slapping against my bottom as he thrusted into me hard and deep.

I moaned as he suddenly hit my g-spot; “Oh god just like that!” I moaned his tip brushing against it once more. He slammed into me particularly harshly and I couldnt help but I loudly screamed his name, my nails sinking deep into his shoulders. “Fu-uck” he cried out as my walls contracted around him. He kept hitting my g-spot over and over again, making me moan and whimper in pure bliss.  I scratched his back with my nails, biting into his neck, causing him to moan. He kept thrusting into me, in a steady pace. His nails digging deep into my flesh. “Holy shit…Michael.” I moaned, my eyes rolling in the back of my head when I felt his thumb on my clit, rubbing over it in a fast pace.

“Fuck I’m close.” he groaned into the crock of my neck and I replied with a barely audible “Me too. He slammed into me a few more times before he stilled his hips and threw his head back as I felt him spill his load inside of me, his fingers roughly digging into the skin of my thighs as he let out a bunch of moans. Soon after I felt my own orgasm washing over me. He pumped in and out of me lazily a few more times to ride out our orgasms, before he pulled himself out and set me on the ground.

My legs were shaking and I had stabilize myself on the wall. "Can’t you walk?” Michael asked grinning. I shook my head no and got hold of Michael’s shoulders. “Good. That was my intention.”

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anonymous asked:

tragic danish boyfriends ofc

who wakes the other one up with kisses
they both do, sometimes, but hamlet’s a lot more likely to do it than horatio
who cooks for who
horatio cooking for hamlet is literally the most important thing to me you don’t even know
who is the morning person/night person
hamlet is an up-literally-all-night person. he doesn’t believe in mornings. horatio’s neither - he gets up at a reasonable time and goes to bed at a reasonable time, unless hamlet makes him do otherwise (spoiler: hamlet always makes him do otherwise)
who is the romantic one
hamlet does the big crazy romance. horatio does the little sweet romance. they’re both pretty romantic in their own ways. hamlet jokes about how gross it is
who is the top when it comes to sex
you’ll pry mouthy demanding bottom hamlet from my cold dead hands. it takes horatio a long time to get used to because oh god this is the prince of denmark this is so illegal. hamlet gets off on that tbh
who would lead in ballroom dancing
hamlet had to learn how to dance as part of his princely training and horatio doesn’t really have a clue. neither of them are fond of dancing tho - horatio feels too gauche and it reminds hamlet of boring balls where he has to dance with princesses and duchesses he’s expected to consider marrying who are taller than him
who is the more cuddly one
hamlet needs lots of cuddling when he’s low (horatio theorises it comes from being so coddled as a child) but isn’t much of an initiator and can be quite averse to it at the wrong time so horatio has learnt well when to cuddle and when not to cuddle
who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch
horatio would never even dream of trying to dictate what they watch. hamlet is a nightmare to watch films with if he’s not totally engrossed. besides, he has good taste.
who is the one who would pay for dates
hamlet has inexhaustible funds. horatio barely has anything. it’s not uncomfortable anymore
who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes
hamlet does this literally all the time and horatio is equal parts exasperated and so into it

the girls' reactions to their 2ps

hungary: wh-NO JULIA. You’re supposed to kick the ballㅡnot run from it. See, like this! *aims at prussia’s crotch and kicks soccer ball* *loud groaning be heard in the distance* Like that! Now yoㅡwHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE TIRED ALREADY

belgium: *eyes flickering everywhere* *reaches up to feel her unpierced ears* *deep breath* W-wow *admiring beatrice head to toe*

ukraine: *deep blushing* U-Um Katya dear? Are you sure it’s okay to wear those revealing clothes? No? Do you need a blanket it is cold outㅡ

belarus: no oh my god why stop it

seychelles: *eyes sparkling* so this is what they call a “city girl”… ( 5 minutes and 10 arguments later ) nUH UH YOU WHITEASS HOE PUT DOWN YOUR STARBUCKS AND LISTEN TO ME

taiwan: hey wanna go kick south korea’s balls together?

vietnam: *her 2p is doing most of the talking and taking selfies while she stands there awkwardly*

monaco: you’ve never heard of L'OREAL? darling you need to get out more and gOODESS you need a makeover i will not allow any persona of me walk around looking like this

liechtenstein: where is your ribbon?

Puppy Snuggles

I normally write Chris Evans fanfic for chrisevans-sexualfrustrations, (which can be found in my author tag) but wanted to share this Henry Cavill one shot I wrote for a friend. Enjoy!


Henry crept quietly into the darkened room, trying not to make a sound. He was almost home free when he accidentally stepped on the squeaky floorboard near the foot of the bed. Shit.

“You’re late,” Paola answered, without rolling over or opening her eyes. She pulled the comforter up over her shoulder.

“I know,” he replied. “I made an extra stop than I said on the phone. Sorry.”

She felt a cool draft against the bare skin of her back as he lifted the blankets from his side. She wrinkled her brow in confusion when he failed to curl up beside her… Until suddenly she felt a cold wet touch right in the middle of her back.

She yelped and jerked away in response. Her shriek was met with a small squeak of a bark.

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