just crash here

theyre on a date!!


When this post crosses your dash, stop scrolling, get up, and spend five minutes cleaning up your immediate area. If that seems like too much, put five items that aren’t where they belong away.

As soon as you’re done, get right back to losing large chunks of time scrolling down your dash.

listen, inspired by this post, imagine if Kara was never found by the Danvers n she just grew up on the street. n tho she has all those powers she would never use them to steal anything other than food when she was a kid before she could get money.

so when she’s a teenager she finds a part-time job and manages to pay for a shitty apartment with basically nothing in it except for one photo of her family that was in her pocket when she landed on Earth. and she would adopt a stray cat that gets in and out of her apartment through the window somehow.

and Lena, being a Luthor, is rich af but she hates her family so she’s going through her rebellious phase and she’s hoping that if she does enough stupid shit that Lillian will get off her back n let her live or ship her off somewhere far from them. so she’s hanging out with some kids who are nothing but trouble just bc Lillian would never approve.

so one day they dare Lena to rob an apartment

Kara comes back from work, exhausted bc she also had school that day on top of it all, and she just wants to take a nap. but she walks into her apartment n there’s this goth girl standing there.

and Lena is just like “you live here?” n Kara isn’t afraid bc she knows she can take down anyone but like why tf is this girl standing in her apartment.

Lena just leaves without a word, and two hours later there’s a knock on Kara’s door. she opens and it’s Lena ordering 5 huge dudes where to put which piece of furniture as Kara just stands there confused. Lena says that it’s a gift but Kara doesn’t wanna accept it. Lena insists n when Kara says that she cannot pay her back Lena says “just let me crash here once in a while and we’re good”

listen i kno it’s a stretch but……… it’s a cute AU.

Cause of death:
Tom Holland
- smiling
- laughing
- acting
- dancing
- singing
- talking
- cuddling
- interacting with fans
- posting on instagram
- tweeting
- being adorable
- looking good
- being sweet
- being all boyfriend material
- not knowing that I exist

A,B,C or all of Above

Counter Act

Spencer x reader

Flood warning

“I’m drunk!“

“Kinda gathered that Pen. When you started hounding Reid to play strip poker it kinda gave the game away,” you laughed at your best friend, trying to push her into the back of the cab Reid had hailed.

“I don’t know where my keys are… I’s losted em.”

“Yep,” you fastened her seat belt. “That’s why you’re staying in my spare room remember sweetie.”

The cabbie turned around, “If she vomits, there’s a $100 soiling charge.”

You nodded waving a plastic bag at him, you had it covered. You and Spencer climbed in on either side of your wasted colleague. You lived in the same direction so he was gonna help you get her to yours and carry on home in the same cab.

The driver set off, Garcia rambling incoherently before passing out on your shoulder.

“How is it that it’s Morgans fault she’s this pissed, but we get stuck making sure she gets home safely,” you looked over at your friend.

“Because Morgans’s the only one that can handle Rossi when he’s wasted. I think we got the easy end of the deal,” he laughed back at you. “She’s drooling on your shoulder by the way.”

“Yep, I can feel it,” you grimaced.

The taxi pulled up outside your house ten minutes later, you shaking Garcia awake.

“No, no no, sleep,” she mumbled as you fiddled with her seat belt and climbed out of the taxi, tugging her with you. She wouldn’t budge.

“Spence….. I think you’re gonna need to come in with us, I’m not gonna be able to get her up the stairs by myself. I’ll call you another cab later or your can crash on the couch.”

He shrugged, paying the driver and hopping out of the other side.

Between the two of you, you managed to drag Penelope inside and push her up the stairs to your spare room.

“Spencer! You’re soooo pretty Spencer. Our little boy genius,” she kept grabbing at his tie much to his amusement as you unbuckled her heels and pulled down the cover to the bed.

“You just need to loosen up a little…. ” she’d managed to completely unravel his tie now it hanging loose at the sides of his neck. “Y/N you think he’s pretty don’t you. She’s told me….. ”

“Sleep Garcia,” you covered her up, placing a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. She started snoring before you’d even closed the door, and you led Spencer down your stairs to your kitchen.

He went to call a cab, coming back in a few minutes later. “There’s an hours wait, can I just crash here?” he’d rolled his sleeves back up. They’d come loose in his tussle with Penelope.

“Sure thing. Beer?” you pulled two out of the fridge ready. “I’m not quite ready for sleep yet.”

He took one off you taking a long drink as you leant back against your kitchen counter watching him.

Penelope was right, he really was pretty.

“What?” he clocked you watching him, licking the residue of his beer off his lips.

“Nothing, I was just thinking that I agree with Pen. You are definitely pretty Spence. Pretty hot.” Smooth Y/N, smooth…

His eyebrows shot up in suprise, “What?”

You shrugged, “You’re hot Reid.”

“You think that I’m hot?” Disbelief clouded his voice.

You moved closer to him, taking the beer bottle of his hand and placing it on the counter besides him.

“Yep,” you popped the p. “Especially now, slightly dishevelled, tie hanging loose.”

“Erm, I kinda think you’re pretty too,” he blushed slightly, biting his bottom lip.

It was the lip bite that did it and you reached out grabbing the loose ends of his tie.

“Good, it makes this so much easier,” you tugged hard on the tie ends pulling him towards you, his lips coming down to meet yours.

His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands moving straight to your waist and gripping firmly. You started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt making quick work of opening them.

Tilting your head to the side you flicked your tongue out, dragging it across his lip and feeling them part, his own tongue coming out to meet yours hungrily. Fuck, the boy was a good kisser.

Pressing his body against yours he started walking you backwards until your felt the edge of your kitchen island jabbing into your back. His hands moved to bottom of your top, pushing it up and over your head, your lips breaking contact so you could pull it off.

He stared at you hungrily, taking in the curve of your breasts. Tugging on his tie again you pulled him back down, him hesitating before pressing his lips to yours again, “Are you drunk Y/N?”

“Not in the slightest Spence. We don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to.” Giving him the chance to bow out now.

“No, I do want to. I like you, a lot. I just…. Didn’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“I like you too Spencer, have done for a while. Now can you just kiss me again please,” you yanked on the tie now, seeing a grin appear on his face before his lips pressed against yours again, moving faster now.

His hands started roaming up and down your torso, grasping at your skin and making you gasp when his palms skimmed over the cups of your bra. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pushing down the straps. Your hands found his belt buckle, fumbling with it and then popping open his button and zipper.

Moving his hands to your butt, he crouched slightly picking you up and placing you on your worktop, pushing your skirt up as he went. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him tightly to you, feeling him hard against you.

Reaching his hand between your legs he began massaging over the fabric of your panties, the friction making you cry out. Moving from your mouth he started kissing a wet trail down your neck to your breasts pushing down the cups of your bra as he went. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling in his messy curls as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you feeling it harden instantly as his tongue flicked out against it.

“Fuck Spencer….. ” You moaned as his hand moved faster between your thighs, pushing your underwear to one side so he could caress you, feeling how wet you were. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you needing him now. You untangled your hands from his hair moving them down to his pants and shoving them open and down, hearing his buckle clink on the floor. Gripping his erection you positioned him at your entrance, sliding as close to the edge of your counter as your dared without risking falling off.

He kissed back up to your mouth, before pushing himself into you, a groan leaving his throat as you tightened around him.

“So….. So good Y/N,” your legs locked around his waist he began thrusting, filling you deeper with each move. You gripped the sides of your counter to stop from coming off as his pace increased, his hand slipping back between you to massage and rub at your clit, the sensitive nub already throbbing.

Kissing and licking his neck you stifled your moans as his fingers increased their rubbing, driving you crazy.

“I’m close Y/N, this is too good,” he rasped out, his other hand digging into the curve of your ass.

“Mmmmm I know, just a bit…… Oh fuck.” You’d been about to say harder when he hit your sweet spot deep inside, making you bite down on his shoulder.

A few more thrusts and you felt yourself going light headed, that familiar heat rushing through you. “Spencer, I’m gonna….. Ah…ah, fuck.”

The contractions from your orgasm sent him over the edge too and a few hard, fast pumps later and he moaned the same, long low “fuuuck” as he came.

You held each other panting, your legs loosening their grip on him.

“Wow,” he whispered into your neck.

“I know,” you chuckled back.

“Guys…. Are you done? Can I get another drink now?” You heard a voice from the other side of your kitchen door, you both pulling apart quickly.

“Shit!” You both exclaimed grabbing at your clothes, Garcia pushing the door open seconds later a dirty smirk on her face.

“The kitchen counter….. Nice work genius!”

Like the first time (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

hey! Like I told you, I was a little bit sacred of start writing because of the mistakes, but how there’s never too much Zach Dempsey imagines and because your beautiful messages I decided to give this a try. I hope you like it, if you do. Let me know :)

So the prompt is one that I requested a few days ago and no one wrote me but a lot of people wanted it so here you go : Zach Dempsey x reader when they’re a party and Zach is super drunk and starts hitting on girlfriend like, you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world and we should date and you’re like Zach, I’m already your girlfriend, and he’s with his goofy smile thanking the sky because what did he do to deserve such an angel? Takes her hand and lets get out of here.


The key to party is totally to be on point; not too early, not too late. Why? If you arrive too early, you get bored, have those awkward conversations of what do we play, what do we do untill all the people arrive; and, if you’re too late, everyone is drunk.

But there wasn’t another option, you needed to finish that awful history project that was killing you. Or you are super freak about this project or your classmates don’t give a damn about the class. Anyway, your father was so kind that he took you to the party after you finished it.

-I’ll take you home later okay? – your father said smiling at you while you were heading out of the car – no it’s ok, thank you dad, I’ll probably just crash here or Zach will take me home – you said to him – ok sweetheart, take care – he shouted from the car window

- I will! Love you, bye! – you shouted while you rushed to the party. Unfortunately, everyone was already pretty drunk.

- Y/N! – you heard before you were embraced in a bone-breaking hug – you came! How are you? - breath…less- you managed to say before Jeff Atkins let you go apologizing with a smile – I don’t know if it was worth it that I came, they all seem pretty wasted – you said to Jeff looking around 

– Come on! The party is more alive than ever- he said opening his arms- we’re playing beer pong over there- he said pointing at the group of people laughing over the table- there are some people back there- said looking at the fire pit – and over there – pointing under a tree – there is Clay and Hannah, I’m traying to set them up for ages now, they’re so oblivious, you know? God! What is Tyler doing here? He’ll scare Hannah- Jeff was going to interrupt when you put your hand on his shoulder.

- Easy there, jeff. I’ve got this – you said walking to meet Clay and Hannah – Hey Tyler, What are you doing here ? You know, there’s not much material for the yearbook here
-hey Y/N! I know, I just was trying to…- to see if you find our dirty laundry?- you interrupted him. You knew Jeff was going to be nicer but this guy needed to chill- I prefer that you just go home- you lead him to the door and went back to Hannah and Clay- that’s okay, he’s gone now- you tell them
-thanks Y/N! - Hannah said showing a little smile- you just got here? I haven’t see you earlier- Clay asks
-yeah, I was fighting with that damn history project, but I’ll leave you alone, I have to find my boyfriend- you said looking to the crowd of people in Jeff’s backyard
-Zach was inside the house a while ago, playing some drinking games with his friends- said Hannah looking inside the house - that means I’ve already lost him, he must be totally wasted now. He can’t hold well his alcohol. Thanks guys!- you shouted to Clay and Hannah while you headed to the house.

Is it possible for a house to be more crowded? Seriously! Is not like the whole school came- where the hell out is Zach?!- you asked and throw yourself on the couch besides Jessica who was talking, red cup in hand, with Sheri and the rest of the team

- Hey girls- you said taking the red cup from jess and drinking it all in just one go so you could start to warm up at the party- have you seen my drunk of a boyfriend?- you asked while leaving the empty cup on the coffee table

- you! That was mine- jess said pouting while Sheri laughs at you two- we lost them like an hour ago- they were shouting and drinking in the kitchen- she said- well I don’t even bother looking for them…- you were trying to say when you all heard

- wow wow wow! Who do we have here?! Isn’t it the hottest group of cheerleaders that Liberty High has ever had?!?!- shouted Bryce Walker with arms open while he and his group came to you from the kitchen with red cups in hand. Everyone on the room cheered to Bryce’s words- what are you doing pretty ladies?- he asked when they stopped behind your couch- just chatting- you told him turning to see his group of friends, and when you eyes found your boyfriend you catch the exact moment when he saw you, he truly saw you. His eyes widening as he began walking to put himself in front of you

- Heeey Beutiful, what’s your name? – said YOUR boyfriend; who knelt in front of you on the couch; in his attempt of sexy voice – Oh my god, you’re so wasted – you muttered with a smile – what is it? I didn’t hear you babe – you looked at him in the eyes while he put a hand on your knee 

– Y/N, my name is Y/N Y/L/N – you said with a smug smile. He looked at you for a few seconds – well Y/N, let me tell you this. I THINK – he said putting his hand on his chest – THAT YOU – he said pointing at you – ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND WE SHOULD TOTALLY DATE – everyone on the room started laughing while all your friends were around you looking at the scene – WHAT?! – Shouted Zach looking at his friends- Don’t you think she’s beautiful? she’s so beautiful, we should go on a date and you should become my girlfriend – he said looking for your eyes. You put your hand on his cheek stroking it - Zach babe, I’m already your girlfriend, oh god, you’re so drunk- you said smiling at him. 

The next thing that happened was the most beautiful thing. His eyes were shining like never before and he has this amazing goofy smile on his face, he put his hands on your face and kissed you, hot and long. You slide your arms over his neck and started messing with his hairwhile everyone cheered. 

- Damn Dempsey! He got the girl twice! Two times! can you believe it justin?! – Bryce said loudly at Justin who was at his side, behind the couch with his hands stroking Jessica’s shoulders – Shut up Bryce! – Jess told him while sheri was looking happily at you two – they’re so cute. 

Suddenly Zach stood up while holding your hand and fisting the sky with the other – I’VE GOT HER!! SHE’S MINE!! – Zach shouted to everyone in the room and they started cheering and laughing! – Come on! – Zach said tugging on your wrist and heading upstairs – where are we going ?!?- you said almost running behind him, damn this man and his long legs – to do what boyfriends and girlfriends do! – he shouted laughing while everyone stormed again on cheers and you heard his friends shouting “YO GO DEMPSEY!!” and “GOOD ONE BRO!!” but just before you close the door you heard Jeff Atkins screaming “NOT IN MY ROOM!! DAMN DEMPSEY!!” 

As you headed to the bed with your hot and slightly less drunk boyfriend you couldn’t help but think that if when he is drunk he will still be hitting on you and seeing you like the only girl for him, you’ll be totally safe. He put his arms around you and throw you to the bed. Damn Zach Dempsey, but yeah, he got you and you’re totally fine with it.  


Ok so this is my first ever imagine, if there’s some mistakes don’t be shy and tell me. I hope you liked it 

Pilot (Plus A Baby)


**Takes place during pilot


Dean couldn’t help but worry. The nurses did their best to assure him that you would be fine, urged him to go get some rest. Finally, Dean relented, slipping his finger into your grip, saying goodbye and promising to return first thing in the morning.

Dean slid into the front seat of the Impala, wondering where he could go. He had half a mind to simply stay in the hospital’s parking garage.

But then he remembered where he was.

More importantly, he remembered what he was close to.

It took him a while, but he finally found the house Sam was living in, just a little bit away from campus. He tried the door; of course, it was locked. After a bit of work, he popped the lock and made his way into the kitchen. The place was nice enough from what Dean could see (in the dark). He made his way through the room, stepping into the hall.

When someone started attacking him.

Of course, Dean fought back. He recognized the fighting style and couldn’t help but grin, knowing he was once more kicking his brother’s ass. After about thirty seconds, he dropped the attacker with a loud thump. “Whoa, easy, Tiger,” he said with a grin, looking at his little brother on the floor.

“Dean?” Sam said, slightly out of breath. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.”

Sam rolled and flipped his brother onto the floor.

“Or not,” Dean said with a slight laugh. “Get off me.”

Sam stood, helping his brother stand. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well, I was looking for a beer,” Dean said, thumping Sam’s shoulder with his fist.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked again, this time with more emphasis. It was easy to see that he was irritated at having been woken up at this time of night only to have a knock-down, drag-out fight with his brother who he hadn’t seen in ages.

“All right, look. I need a place to crash for a bit. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as Y/N is released from the hospital.”

“Who’s Y/N?”

“Our kid sister.”

“What?” Sam stepped over and snapped the light on, staring at his brother in the yellow light. “We have a sister?”

Dean nodded once. “About a year ago, this woman found Dad and I and just… dumped a baby in Dad’s lap, saying ‘she’s your responsibility’. And about a month ago, Dad decided to go off on a hunt, leaving Y/N with me.”

“That sucks,” Sam said.

Dean shrugged. “It was fine until Y/N came down with a really high fever. I was on my way to find Dad and I just… I knew she couldn’t go any longer without proper medical care. So I took her to that hospital a few  blocks away from here.”

Sam leaned against the counter. “We have a sister,” he said again, incredulously.

“She’s pretty damn cute when she’s not hooked up with wires and shit,” Dean said with a small smile. He took a breath. “So, please. Let me just crash here for a few days and then I’ll leave. You won’t even know I’m here. I’ll spend all day at the hospital.”

Sam considered this. “Fine, you can crash on the couch. On one condition.”

“That I don’t kick your ass again?”

“You didn’t kick my ass,” Sam said, getting caught up in a sibling argument like no time had passed between him and his brother. He paused, collected himself. “I… want to meet Y/N. When she’s better.”

“You do?”

Sam nodded. “So you can’t just… disappear from town, okay? When she’s better, bring her here so I can see her.”


Sam led his brother into the living room. “Y’know, that’s still kind of… weird.”


“Dad had another kid this late in life. We have a sibling who’s like, twenty years younger than us.” Sam shuddered. “Gross.”

“Well, the way I see it, Dad’s a grown-ass man. He can put his dick in whatever consenting woman he wants. If he’s stupid enough to forgo protection… well, that’s his problem.”

“Except he left you with the baby.”

Dean shrugged. “I was pissed at first, but then… well, you’ll see. She has the cutest little smile.”


A few days later, you were released from the hospital. Your fever was gone and the nurses gave Dean a bottle of medication to give you for the next few days. True to his word, Dean strapped you in your car seat and drove once more to Sam’s house.

Sam was waiting on the porch, having already gone to his morning class.

“Y/N,” Dean cooed at you. “This is your other brother, Sammy. He’s kind of a dork, but he’s still family.”

Sam wanted to yell at Dean but didn’t want to upset you. “Hi, Y/N. Don’t listen to Dean. He’s always been a liar.”

Dean scowled at him, but carefully handed you over to Sam. He felt awkward at first, holding such a tiny human, but you simply stared up at him.

“I think she’s enraptured with your hair,” Dean said. “She normally doesn’t see it that long on a guy.”

Sam glared at his brother but his attention was brought back to you when he felt you wrap your hand around one of his fingers. Peering down at you, he saw the biggest grin, a few teeth visible.

‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘Dean was right.’

Jess also fell in love with little, tiny you. She even agreed to babysit, since Dean had convinced Sam to go on a hunt with him.

When the boys returned, Sam held you and the two of you watched as Dean packed up your things. He certainly was going to miss you (and his brother, if he was being honest). He followed Dean back out to the Impala, watching as he loaded things in the car.

“All right, say ‘bye-bye’ to Sammy,” Dean said, closing the trunk.

You babbled slightly, smiling up at Sam. Part of him wanted to keep you here. After all, the hunter’s life was no life for a baby (he would know). But then again, what could two busy college students do with a baby? And he was working on law school…

Sam pressed a small kiss to your head before handing you off to Dean. “Bye, Y/N.”

Dean buckled you into the car seat before turning to his brother. “Well… good luck with law school and all that.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam shifted on his feet. “Um… listen, I’d… if you ever need any help with her…”

Dean smiled. “We’ll be in touch.” He gave his brother a hug, clapping him on the back. “Later, Sammy.”

‘Later’ turned out to be less than an hour. Dean pulled Sam from the burning skeleton of his house while you sat in the backseat, nearly dozing off.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” Dean said as the brothers slid into the front seat.

“Wh-where are we going?” Sam asked as his brother started the car.

“Uncle Bobby’s.”


“Yeah, he may have an idea on where to look for Dad. Plus… his place will be better for Y/N. Hopefully, he can watch her for a bit.”

“I’m sure he will,” Sam said. “After all… she has the cutest little smile.”

Jughead & Reader: The Surprise

Summary: You drank a little too much at a party and couldn’t remember much the morning after. To your surprise, Jughead Jones spent the night and greets you in the morning in nothing but a towel.


Length: 2,114

a/n: Really NSFW

Listen to: Do You Wanna? - The Kooks

With a loud groan, you rolled over in bed, away from the light peeking in through your curtains. You grabbed your pillow and put it over your head, wanting to fall back asleep. But that seemed impossible after you laid there for ten minutes, unable to slip into a deep sleep. Figuring it was just time to wake up, you sat up in bed.

That was a mistake. You felt like you were going to black out from pain. You very slowly opened your eyes and took the light in deeply. Your head was throbbing and you needed to figure out how to walk again so you could get medicine out of the bathroom.

As you looked for your phone to see what time it was, you noticed a glass of water and two aspirin on your nightstand. Confused, you tried to remember if you put it there last night before you went to bed. But you couldn’t remember a single thing from yesterday. All you know is that you went to a party and somehow ended up back at your house.

Assuming your drunk self did it to help you out in the morning, you swallowed the medicine with two gulps of water. It was almost like there was an instant relief because you suddenly felt a thousand times better. You drank the rest of the water then leaned back against the headboard.

Your phone went off and you found it underneath your covers. You looked at it and noticed you were getting reminders of unread messages. You were surprised to see so many winky faces and eggplant emojis. Suddenly your heart started racing.

Knowing you needed to wake up more to understand what was happening or what happened last night, you climbed out of bed sluggishly and made your way to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast.

That’s when you heard a sound coming from your bathroom.

The door opened in what seemed like slow motion. He walked out in nothing but a towel. His hair was wet and water droplets were slowly running down his face and chest, all the way down to the low-waisted towel.

Your jaw was on the floor. “Jughead,” you said, startled.

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take this burden - part 3

He Tian let Jian Yi in.

‘Zhengxi called me. What’s going on?’

‘I think he might need stitches.’

Jian Yi walked around him and into the living room, taking his place on the couch and setting his, much more helpful, first aid kit on the table and pulled on a pair of gloves.

‘So, what happened?’

‘Well…’ He Tian started.

‘Not you, He Tian.’

Before he could start an argument, his phone rang.


He glared in Jian Yi’s direction
for a moment before stepping out onto the porch to be yelled at about his half-assed job of getting any legitimate answers.

Jian Yi waited until He Tian slid the door closed behind them.

‘So…?’ He prompted, peeling off the bloody bandage.

‘There was…an altercation.’

Jian Yi suppressed a smile.

‘An altercation, of course.’

Mo Guan Shan didn’t respond.

He had no idea how to talk to these people.

‘We don’t have to talk about it, don’t look so miserable.’

Mo Guan Shan sighed in relief.


He didn’t know if he could do that again tonight.
Jian Yi clicked his tongue.

‘This needs stitches.’

God damn it.

‘Can I just use superglue or something?’

He REALLY didn’t want to go to the hospital tonight.

Jian Yi did smile this time.

‘Technically, yes. But I can just do it for you here if you want.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

Jian Yi stood, walking to the glass door and catching He Tian’s attention without dirtying his gloves, and pointing in the direction of, what Mo Guan Shan assumed was, the bathroom.

He instructed Mo Guan Shan to grab some beers.

He Tian lit a cigarette, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder and waving him away dismissively, rolling his eyes at the phone.

The fluorescents in the small bathroom made his head pound.

‘Take a seat on the counter.’

Mo Guan Shan sat on the uncomfortably cold tile, feeling very childish all the sudden.

‘Does it hurt?’ Jian Yi asked.

His voice was soft and calming.

He’d later learn that was not always the case and he’d been written up at work once for his horrible bedside manner.

He shook his head.

‘Don’t lie. I can’t help you if you lie. There’s no need to put on a brave face right now.’

He stared down at the floor, embarrassed.

‘Yeah, it hurts a lot.’

‘Alright. I’m going to inject a little bit of numbing solution and we’ll check a few things while it settles.’

Jian Yi readied the needle.

‘This is going to sting like hell, but only for a few seconds.’

He closed his eyes as several small pokes from the needle did, in fact, sting like hell.

The man clicked the cap back on the syringe and sat it down on next to the sink before removing several items from the plastic case.

‘Look at me.’

He shined the flashlight in both of his eyes, checked his pulse, and took his temperature.

‘I don’t think you have a concussion, which is good news. Your heart rate is a little high though, so go ahead and take a few deep breaths for me.’

Roughly a minute passed while Mo Guan Shan tried to calm himself down.



Jian Yi gently touched the swollen skin.

‘Can you feel that?’

‘Not really.’

He continued to take slow, deep, breaths while the man worked quickly and efficiently, stitching him up and applying a clean bandage.

‘Alright, good to go.’


‘Sure thing. Like I said, you don’t have a concussion, but you probably shouldn’t drive for a few hours. Do you need a ride home?’

Clearly, this man hadn’t been given many details.

‘I’m just going to crash here, I think.’

Jian Yi looked surprised for a moment, but gained his composure quickly.


‘What do I owe you?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘I don’t have much cash, but I can go to the hospital tomorrow and-’

‘Nope, nothing.’

‘No, really, I-’

‘Look, if i got paid every time i gave stitches in this apartment, I’d be a wealthy man.’

‘Are you sure?’


‘Does he have roommates?’

‘No, he’s just an idiot.’

He slid off the counter.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Mo Guan Shan kept his voice low.


‘Is he like…crazy?’

‘Who, He Tian?’


‘You really did just meet him, huh?’

The redhead nodded.

‘Oh, definitely.’ The man assured him with a small smile.


Jian Yi looked at him seriously, realizing he wasn’t entirely joking.

‘He Tian is a little bit on the crazy side, but he’s certainly never going to leave you needing stitches.’

‘How reassuring.’

‘There’s hardly enough time in the day to explain He Tian, but as long as you’re with him, you have nothing to be afraid of.’

Mo Guan Shan had many things he wanted to say to that, but the exhaustion that clouded his thoughts would only let him nod.

‘You should try and get some sleep. I’ll come back tomorrow to check up on you. If you’re supposed to go to work, take the day off. Doctor’s orders.’

Mo Guan Shan scoffed. Like it’s that easy.

‘I’ll try.’

‘I mean it. I can get you a note from one of the APs. Take the day. Rest. Ok?’


Mo Guan Shan felt like he’d been exceptionally agreeable tonight.

‘Any other questions?’

Just one.

‘Why are you all so…’

‘Crazy?’ Jian Yi asked with a wry smile.

‘Nice.’ Mo Guan Shan corrected.

For a split second, Jian Yi looked incredibly sad.

‘I don’t know the situation you’re in, and I don’t claim to be an expert on the matter, but I can tell you this much…’

Mo Guan Shan watched him expectantly while he gathered his thoughts.

‘The easiest thing you can do in this life is to lose faith. In the people around you and in yourself. And the hardest thing is to gain that back. After awhile it seems safe to assume someone would sooner hurt you than help you, and even then to wait for an ulterior motive. The world can be a nasty place and, if you let it, it will ruin you. The stupidest thing you could to right now is turn down the help being offered to you.’

He waited for Mo Guan Shan to respond, continuing when he didn’t.

‘The only thing I can tell you, with absolutely certainty, is that you’re not going back to him.’

They both turned as He Tian joined them, leaning against the doorframe.

‘I changed the sheets on the bed…’

‘Thank you.’ Mo Guan Shan said quietly, looking between them.

‘Do you want to lie down?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan nodded, feeling the last few hours begin to catch up with him.

‘I’d like to shower, if that’s ok.’

Jian Yi told him to avoid getting his face wet, and that he’d be back to change the bandage in the morning.

They left him alone, closing the door to the bedroom.

He showered quickly, watching the water swirl down the drain long after it ran clear.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, he finished drying himself off and noticed the items laid out for him on the bed.

An ice pack with a cloth to wrap it in.

A soft, worn, shirt.

A pair of pajama pants.

An extra towel.

And his backpack he’d dropped somewhere.

And on the bedside table-

A bottle of beer.

A glass of ice water.

Two pain pills.

And a note, scrawled in messy handwriting with a phone number at the bottom.

‘I’m right outside if you need…anything.’

In front of ‘anything’ he’d scratched out ‘me.’

He changed into the unfamiliar clothes, and sank onto the unfamiliar bed, pulling his phone and charger from his bag and finding an outlet.

He drank most of the beer, messing with his phone for a bit, trying to relax as he listened to the muffled sounds of voices from the living room and the swinging and clicking of the door as the uniformed man left.

He positioned the ice pack on the pillow, resting his face on it gently.

After a few minutes of deliberation, he punched the number into his phone.

‘Thank you.’ He said again, over text this time.

‘You’re welcome.’


Waffles (Phil Lester)

Plot: You come back from the tour with Dan and Phil craving some waffles, but Phil refuses to let you have them… find out why.



Originally posted by ratinof

Dan and Phil’s tour in the US was over, so you, Dan, and Phil had a long flight home back to England. When you finally got home, all three of you were so relieved.

“Oh God! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!” Dan outbursts as he runs to his room, slamming the door behind him. Phil immediately dropped his bags at the door and jumped upon the couch, laying sprawled out. You scoff kicking Phil’s bags out of the way as you tried to make it down the hallway.

“My friends are children.” You mutter to yourself. You and Phil had known each other since University, but you didn’t start dating him until your last year. After you graduated, Phil had found a place to stay in Manchester with Dan and you lived by yourself in London, but later on, Dan and Phil moved to London in the same apartment building as you. Phil says it was because he missed and there wasn’t much space in that apartment anyway, but when Phil wasn’t around, Dan would reveal that Phil was going crazy because he couldn’t see you everyday and that was why he really wanted to move. You couldn’t help but feel all warm inside to know this. Phil had to be the sweetest boy on the planet and there was no way you were going to let that go.

“Hey Phil, can I just crash here tonight?” You ask him. He smiles.

“Sure! More cuddles for me!” He exclaimed, pulling you down to the couch with him. You yelped as he started to tickle you. Eventually you managed to pry yourself away from his grip. Phil looked up at you with a cheeky grin on his face. “You know I hate that!” You say.

“I know, that’s why I do it.” He smirks. You scowl at him playfully as you walked to the kitchen.

“Whatever, I want waffles.” You say randomly.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” Phil jumps in front of you, blocking your path.

“What?” You ask.

“The way you eat waffles is a disgrace to man kind and I won’t allow it.” You laugh.

“I thought you were over that!” “There’s a reason why I’ve hidden all the waffles from you ever since.”

  “Oh my God! So that’s what happened to them! Why would you do that?”

“Because, the poor waffles needed to be safe!” You didn’t eat waffles the way others did, and it drove Phil insane. It only took him one time to see you eat them to go nuts. Instead of pouring syrup on them and eating them with a knife and fork, you dipped them in syrup and ate them with your hand. Dan somehow heard Phil yelling at you and popped his head into the room.

  “Are you going to torture Phil again by eating waffles?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes.

“Honestly, why is it such a big deal to you?” You exclaim.

“I only care about Phil’s reaction.” Dan said.

“Because it’s evil.” Phil said.

“I’m going to get the camera, this will make a great vlog!” and with that, Dan was off. While Phil wasn’t looking, you ducked under his arm and ran into the kitchen. “Hey!” He cried, going after you. You laughed. You made it to the freezer but Phil’s hand pushed against the door so you couldn’t open it.

“No!” You yelled.

“Yes! It’s for your own good!” You turned around to say something, but when you did, you found yourself awkwardly pinned to the refrigerator by Phil. You locked eyes and he gave you the adorable, sly smile that you couldn’t resist. He leaned in to kiss you when…

“And here they are-” Dan had just walked in with the camera and almost dropped it when he realized what was happening.

  “Well… um.” He said, looking mortified. You hid your red face in Phil’s chest.

“Dan… can you…?” Phil said with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Oh! Um… right. Yeah sorry, I’m going to… delete this video… and my life." He muttered the last part as he ran back to his room. You and Phil broke out in a fit of laughter.

"Now, where were we?" He says. You laugh, leaning in to kiss him, forgetting all about the waffles.

Originally posted by prettydan


I hope you like it! If so, pleeeeeease request more imagines for me, I’m lowkey running out of ideas haha…

About Last Night

They shouldn’t have slept together. But they did. Now for the aftermath.

Also on AO3/FF.NET 

unbeta’d. All mistakes my own…


A prompt from @distant-rose: best friends secretly pining plus locked in a closet by other frustrated, impatient and exasperated friends. A baby ficlet dedicated to @nickillian

Emma Swan: expert at running away from shit. That’s what her obituary would say.

And by shit it would mean anything remotely resembling a situation where her emotions would be exposed and she would get hurt. Which was why she was currently hiding in Mary Margaret Nolan’s den.

“I’m failing to see the problem,” the brunette mused over a steaming cup of tea.

“Ms - I slept with Killian.”

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