just-nevermind

Yuri on Ice from Yakov’s perspective

Banquet:

 Yuri don’t let yourself get baited into a dance batt- I SAID DON’T GET BAITED INTO A DANCE BATTLE! GODDAMNIT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING SPONSERS!

Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES

Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH THE SLOPPY DRUNK

Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S COACHES?!?

Victor! DON’T LET DRUNKS HUMP YOU IN FRONT OF SPONSERS! NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN LOVE HE’S DRUNK AND YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I’LL TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM BEFORE YOU MAKE ANY MORE BAD DECISIONS.

- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*

Episode One

- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and skate.

- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.

Episode Two

- WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN TOO YURI! I COULDN’T STOP VICTOR MAKING AN ILL-ADVISED BOOTY CALL BUT YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE ATTEMPTING THAT! YEAH SURE YOU’RE NOT THERE FOR THAT I’VE SEEN YOUR ROOM! …NO ONE HAS 30 POSTERS OF SOMEONE IN THEIR ROOM BECAUSE THEY ‘HATE THEM JUST SO MUCH’ YOU’RE FOOLING NO ONE KID!

Episode Three

- OMFG did you really give him a program about the night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going to put me into an early grave.

Episode Four

- MILA! STOP POKING THE SMOL ANGRY CHILD! HIS SCREECHING HURTS MY EARS!

- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.

Episode Five

- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.

Episode Six

- I have the living legend who gave it all up to be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.

Episode Seven

- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD VICTOR YOU ASSHAT

Episode Eight

- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO CHILL!

You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only because I like Maccachin.

Episode Nine

- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.

- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the hugging.

Episode Ten

- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri. He’s a pain in the ass anyway.

Episode Eleven

-  YES! I AM A PROUD DAD/COACH! HAPPIEST I’VE BEEN THIS WHOLE YEAR

Episode Twelve

- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going on anymore.

- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning gold!

- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate because of course they are.

- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.

Post Episode Twelve

- STOP FLIRTING IN THE RINK! WHY GOD WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED?

- STOP GROPING HIM VICTOR THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

-  YURI P STOP THROWING THINGS EVERY TIME THEY FLIRT

-  I HATE ALL OF MY CHILDREN SO MUCH.

- YOU’RE ALL THE REASON I HAVE NO HAIR

Pray for Yakov

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Music: Петр Налич “One solodo whiskey" 

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We (and Natalie) have a few different Borderlands headcanons and this is one of them, let’s call it ‘Rhys adventures as a Presequel character’ :D There is a plot hidden behind these art-seria, but nevermind it. 
Just look at the pictures xD 

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

jokedin  asked:

Hey! I have a concept for a blurb :) Harry going to his favourite coffee (or smoothie) shop - it was his post-work out ritual (along with sitting down and reading the paper or catching up on a book he was read or something). All the seats are taken so he asks to join (Y/N), who is very concentrated on studying for their law or sociology exam.

This is very cute! I tweaked it just a *tiny* bit. I hope you like it! x

Routine


He follows the routine he’s mastered to a tee over the past 6 years as he shuts the car door and fumbles with the keys in his pocket to lock it with a beep. 

 Head down, hands in his pockets, don’t engage. 

It’s still fairly early in the morning, with the cold morning chill lingering in the air as he shuffles towards the pay-as-you-go parking meter and jabs at the cold metal with his fingers. 

Once it beeps in affirmation, he steps onto the sidewalk and makes his way towards the familiar smoothie shop. It’s a quaint little place, especially at this time of the morning. A shop that reminded Harry much of the bakery back home in Cheshire. A small, close knit staff that always gave him a beaming smile and never pushed him for more than they would with a  regular customer. Although they were well aware of who exactly their regular visitor was. 

It was rare that he wasn’t papped, well, anywhere. But the smoothie shop was the one place he hadn’t been managed to be tracked down to- and for that he was beyond grateful. 

It had become sort of a routine, an early morning workout followed by a smoothie, long before anyone was up in the bustling town of LA. A relaxed sit back before the sun made it’s appearance and the day was well on its way. 

And although the smoothies were delicious, they weren’t all that kept him coming back. He liked having a secluded place in his new hometown. A secret of his own. It was rare, and it was something he cherished. 

He hadn’t run into a single fan at the shop either; not that he would rejoice over it. He loved them, and that was something that would never change- but he couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he hadn’t stumbled across a set of  starstruck wide eyes accompanied with a meek raise of their phone.

He pulls the door open to the shop and is instantly greeted by the organic smell of it. The walls are painted a light shade of yellow, not too bright but more welcoming than you’d think.  

The old lady behind the counter with a pink apron on looks up and smiles warmly at him as he takes his hood off and heads towards the counter. 

“Hi darling. Your usual?” She asks with a crinkled smile as she moves towards the blenders along the back wall. 

“That’d be lovely, thank yeh,” Harry replies with a dimpled grin. 

The old fashioned sentiment was something the lady had used for Harry from the day he had first shuffled into the little shop. It reminded him of home, of the way he felt people should address each other- with kindness and affection. It wasn’t something you came across often in Los Angeles. 

He crosses his ankles and leans back against the wall as he watches her add his familiar ingredients to the blender: a healthy serving of kale and just the slightest touch of coconut. 

She pushes the top on the blender before she turns back to him, “Paper should be on one of the tables.” 

“Right, thank yeh,” he replies with a laugh. 

She’s well aware of his routine too.

He turns as the blender switches on and scans the shop, looking for the paper when he realizes that he’s not the only customer there.

There’s a girl in the far corner booth, obliviously tucked away with her lip caught between her teeth as her concentrated eyes scan across the cluttered table top. She’s got headphones on and a pair of glasses sitting squarely on her face, pen twirling in her fingers and the other hand lifting a paper to find the one she’s looking for. 

Harry tilts her head at her in interest, watching her as she continues. She’s lifting papers and tossing them aside after a quick scan, eyes wild and narrowed on her pursuit. She lifts the big text book that’s sitting to her right and runs her finger along the side of it, feeling for any pages that are sticking out. 

Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she presses her index finger to the page her book is open to before she lifts it’s cover and brushes aside stray uncapped highlighters,  looking through the stack of papers underneath it. 

He can practically see the light bulb go off when her eyes do a double take and she grins triumphantly, grabbing the paper and pulling it out of the pile with a hardy tug. 

She scribbles something on the sheet in front of her before dropping her pen with a small thunk to the table. She sighs deeply, a sigh that even from this far away Harry can see shake her entire body. It’s a sigh he knows too well, one of frustration- of exhaustion.

She presses her hands to her face, sliding them under her glasses with a huff. He’s wondering if she’s crying, but a moment later she rubs her eyes and readjusts her glasses before reaching for her smoothie and taking a long sip of it, eyes closed.

She sets it down and grabs a hair tie from her wrist, swinging her hair into a makeshift quick ponytail, a few strands of her hair still lose and framing her face before she cracks her knuckles and picks her pen up again.  

She’s got a new look on her face- one of  complete determination and focus and Harry is more intrigued than ever at the process he’s just wittnessed. With cameras on him all the time, he’s become much more observant- perhaps out of obligation, but after what he just witness, he’s not sure he minds.

“She’s been here since we opened,” a voice says suddenly, pulling Harry away from his gaze. 

He turns to see the old lady holding out his smoothie, peering over his shoulder at the girl.

“S’tha’ right?” Harry asks thickly, glancing back at her.

She hums a response and Harry takes the smoothie from her with a quick thank you, before he his tennis shoe clad feet carry him back towards the girl.

He grabs a paper from one of the tables before and stands in front of her table, watching as her eyes scan across the page of her book. 

He’s tenative, a bit guilty too, because she’s obviously busy. He rocks back and forth on the soles of his shoes for a moment, but it’s not quick enough because she is glancing up at him with eyes that are fiery and determined. 

She blinks at him, once and then twice as she sits up a bit. Her head phones are still in and the pen has fallen slack in her hand and Harry wonders if she’s recognized him. He hasn’t seen the usual indications-widening of the eyes or the slight gape of her jaw. She licks her lips and pulls her headphones out slowly, letting them clunk to the table. 

Harry speaks up, clearing his throat, “ ‘Lo there, mind if I sit with yeh?” 

Her eyebrows furrow together and he can sense that she’s doing a quick scan of the empty shop so he speaks up, “I can sit somewhere else, if yeh want. S’no big deal, love.” 

Her eyes widen at the pet name, and she shakes her head before speaking in a rushed tone, “No, no, no. It’s just wh- nevermind, sorry it’s a bit of a mess.” 

She’s tripping over her words as she reaches across the table, brushing her carefully stacked papers aside carelessly. 

Harry smirks a bit, she’s flustered and he’d be lying if he didn’t find her adorable. “S’alright, you’re fine.” He mumbles, scooting into the bench across from her.

He gives a beaming smile as he lifts his smoothie to his mouth and takes a sip, flattening out the newspaper and lifting in in front of his face.

She’s staring at him inquisitively, head tilted slightly to the side before she sighs again and goes back to her work.

He’s observing her, in a way that would regularly make his own skin itch- over the edge of the newspaper.

She’s got her head resting against her palm as she scribbles notes from her textbook to her paper.  The loose strands from her ponytail are falling onto her page as her hand scrawls across it, and she keeps lifting her head a bit to let them fall aside before she continues. She’s holding the same focus she had before his interruption and  Harry’s surprised she hasn’t reached for her phone; nor her headphones again. 

His eyes drift from the newspaper to her notes that are a few feet away, observing how her handwriting is messy, yet elegant across the pages. They’re color coded, vibrant and as lovely as she is. 

He turns the page to remain inconspicuous when he sees her shift around in her seat a little. 

It’s like this for some time- they same easy quietness Harry admires about the shop with the new, occasional rustle of her papers or his newspaper. 

That is, until he here’s the slurping sound of an empty cup.

His eyes dart up from the newspaper, glancing at her. 

She’s got the straw caught between her lips, eyes focused on the pages in front of her as she sips at the empty cup again only to be met with the sound of the same slurp from earlier. 

“S’empty, love,” he says, folding the newspaper and setting it down.

Her face crinkles together in confusion at his words, nose scrunching up as if he too was taking apart of her studying before she realizes that’s not it at all.

She releases the straw from her mouth and the cup drums onto the table with a thunk. She’s embarrassed, glancing at the cup and then back at him with a sly smile. 

“Lemme get yeh another,” he says, turning over his shoulder and calling to the girl worker who has replaced the old woman from earlier.

When he turns back she’s frowning at him, a deep pressed frown that makes his heart thump wildly. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” She says firmly.

He nods, leaning back against the bench and shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, “I know tha’. Say m’contributing t’your effort.” 

She simply blinks at him in response, before pushing her glasses up to her nose. She swallows a bit before setting her pen down and leaning back herself, “Thank you, that was really sweet of you.” 

He grins, “S’no problem, love. M’Harry.” 

She laughs at that, shaking her head as more of her silky hair falls out of the loose ponytail. 

“What’s funny?” He asks, puckering his lips in curiosity. 

“It’s just, god, of course I know who you are.” She says with a squeaky voice, lifting her phone up and turning it towards him. 

He squints at the screen and chuckles a bit, recognizing the album cover fondly, “Glad we could help yeh study…” He squints at her notes, wondering what exactly it is she’s been immersed in.

“It’s boring, really. You wouldn’t like it.” She says, shaking her head as she looks around at her mess with embarrassment. 

“Try me, love.” Harry says with a grin.

And although the sun is rising beyond the windows behind her, Harry feels perfectly content breaking his routine for once- especially if it means he gets to be here with her. 






Hold Me

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Raphael x Reader

Hold Me

Prompt: Could you write a Raph one where his s/o is in a random mood for major cuddles and he gives in to her cravings for affection and practically showers her in it with lots of fluff??? Thanks! 😄😄😄

You stared at your phone for a few long moments. You needed cuddles. And you needed them now. You picked up your phone and pulled up Raph’s contact and punched in a text.

Hey.

Hey.

Can you come over? Pretty, pretty please?

Yeah, why?

I’m looooonely. And booooored. And…I really need someone to cuddle with.

Do ya think I’m some sorta personal teddy bear, shorty?

Pleeeeeaaaaaase?

The guys are gonna tease me.

Then don’t tell them.

Raph?

U there?

Idk if you’re worth gettin’ teased over…

Raaaaaaaaph.

Hush. I’m comin’. Give me a minute.

Yesssssss.

Dork.

You love it.

I know. Yer lucky I care.

I know.

You waited for the big buff turtle in red to show up at your window. He wasn’t your boyfriend, despite the feelings you hoped he shared. But God, you wanted him to be your boyfriend. Personally, Raphael hadn’t asked you out for one reason: he though he wasn’t good enough for you. You were pretty, smart, funny, and worst of all…you were human. A pretty, smart, funny human girl could have any guy on the face of the earth. Why would you want a mutant reject that lived in the sewers?

But nonetheless, he showed up at your window a few minutes later, heart pounding and extremely nervous for whatever was going to come next. Sure, the two of you had had movie nights, but you had never cuddled. Ever. He wasn’t even sure why you had asked him to come here to satisfy your craving for touch.

Three taps on the window signaled his arrival. You slid the window up and helped him clamber inside. He looked down at you in your cute little Deadpool onesie. And though he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny that you looked good in red. Really good.

“Well, you look cozy.” He smirked. You smiled.

“Picked out a movie for us.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“Fantastic Four.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me?”

“Nope.”

“Yer kiddin’ me. Didn’t that bomb?”

“Yeah, but…” you blushed at the thought that ran through your head. “Nevermind. Just settle in. I’ll make the popcorn. Wanted it to be fresh.”

He watched you run off to the kitchen while he got settled in your bed. It creaked under his weight. God, sometimes he forgot how heavy he was. How huge he was. And then there was you, this delicate little flower that he was so scared he would break.

Every time he thought about you, his heart did a backflip. The mere inkling of you was enough to drive him crazy. The thought of your tiny little hands in his, your tiny little feet and all of your adorable human toes. And then came the thoughts of how your skin would feel against his, how soft and silky it must be compared to his rough scales and callouses.

He exhaled a sigh, mentally scolding himself. There was no reason to tease himself with something he couldn’t have.

“Comfy?” You asked, setting the popcorn on the table beside your bed, which was pushed up against the wall. Raph was hunkered into your mound of pillows, half laying down, half propped up.

“Y-yeah. Sure am.” He wanted to punch himself for stuttering. You smirked a little and hopped into the bed beside him, transitioning to a comfy position laying on top of him, head pressed against his plastron. And there, thump-thumping in his chest was his heart. You smiled as you listened to it hammer, faster and faster with each second you were there with him. “Am I doin’ this right?”

“Doing what right?”

“You know…cuddlin’. Or whatever.” He paused, exhaling a somewhat embarrassed breath. “I ain’t exactly a pro.”

“You’re doing fine.” You giggled. “Just…here.” You pulled one of his muscular arms around your back and snuggled deeper into his plastron. “Perfect.”

“All right. Good.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn with his free hand and you started the movie.

***

“So which of ‘em’s yer favorite?” he asked as the credits rolled. Your heart hammered. Here was the moment. The moment you were hoping he would set up. And now you could finally take the opportunity laid out before you.

“The Thing.” You replied casually. He let out a little breath of surprise.

“Why’s that?”

“Because…” You blushed as deep as Raph’s mask. “I like my guys big and strong and a little rough around the edges.” You shrugged. “But I mean, where would I ever find a guy like that?”

“Yer sayin’…” It took him a few seconds to put the pieces together. “Me. Ya…ya like me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“The reasons previously stated, and also: you might not admit it, but you, Raphael, are a huge softy and I love that.”

“I ain’t soft.”

“Look at us right now.”

“Point taken.”

“And your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Umm…”

“And you’re super buff and brave, and you’ve saved the world like twice and-”

“Why not Leo?” Raph’s words caused a sudden silence.

“What?”

“Leo’s all ‘uh those things. He could treat ya right.”

“Okay, but I don’t love Leo, Raph. I love you.”

“Y-you what?” Raph almost choked.

“I. Love. You.”

“I l-love you too.” He paused, mulling over the exchange that had just gone down. “So then are we…are ya my girlfriend?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I think that answers that question, boyfriend.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then it hit you. That was the first kiss he had ever received. Ever. The blush that spread across his cheeks only confirmed your theory. You were not going to let this moment pass without taking it one baby step further. You pressed a soft hand against his rough face and turned it to face you. His eyes darted from your lips back to your eyes and he gulped, green eyes wide as you leaned closer to him.

Raphael decided in a single moment that your lips were the softest things on earth. They were also the sweetest things he had ever tasted, freshly coated in cherry lip gloss. Bright and red and now they were his to kiss whenever he wanted. This night had taken an unexpected turn indeed. But he couldn’t complain. He would never complain, so long as he had you.

“So uh…now what?” He asked after a long pause.

“Well…we could pop in another movie and cuddle some more, or we could go back to the lair and brag to your brothers.” You suggested. Raph smirked, imagining the look on Leo’s dumb face when he came home with a girlfriend.

“We’re goin’ to the lair.”

“That’s what I thought.”

In This Life or The Next

Pairing: Cassian x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sexual content

Words: 3K 

You couldn’t sleep.

After hours of staring up into the darkness of your private sleeping quarters, you let out a frustrated sigh and climbed out of bed, deciding that perhaps it was for the best if you just gave up on sleep altogether. You pulled on a warm wool coat over your sleeping tunic and then slipped your feet into your worn, black leather boots before leaving your quarters and heading down to the cantina. Although it was always kept open late to serve those who worked the dreadful evening shift on base, a majority of the cantina’s customers at this hour were actually off duty officers, pilots, and mechanics who had come out in search of a good time after a stressful day on the clock. The louder, more rowdier patrons were sitting close  to the main bar where the enormous, reptilian creature behind the counter could quickly and easily refill their empty glasses. Others gathered around large tables and played card and board games, gambling away their credits like they weren’t so difficult to earn. 

“Hey! Sweetheart!” Someone drunkenly called out to you. “Come join the fun!”

Keeping your head down, you walked towards a table nestled in a less crowded corner of the cantina and sat down. Another reptilian creature, one quite smaller than the bartender and female, came over and took your order for a tall, frosted, glass of dark amber brew. As soon as she had brought it out to you, you quickly chugged it down and then ordered another one. You normally weren’t much of a drinker, but you currently had a lot on your mind and you hoped that the alcohol would help take some of the edge off. So far, it wasn’t working. You didn’t know how many of these drinks it was going to take for you to forget the fact that you were probably going to die tomorrow. 

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That Was Not Acting - Cody Christian imagine

Summary: Y/n is an actress, she stars as Theo’s beta on Teen Wolf and has been for the past 1 ½ years. Her character Rebecca is required to have a steamy make out session with Theo leading into other things. No one knows that both Y/n and Cody are actually in a serious relationship until now.

Warning: Steamy make out sesh,kinda fluff and suggested smut.

A/N: gif credit to their respected owners ps ignore the fact i used Scallison as a gif it was the closest to my imagination XD

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard

MASTERLIST


The day started like any other I arrived on set at a quarter to 8 as I always did, as usual Shelley and Tyler were on set first. I parked my car,grabbed my phone and bag then made my way out locked the car and went on with my way.

“Hey Y/n,on time as usual” Tyler greeted “that’s my girl” Shelley embraced me sweetly “So whatcha wanna do till showtime?” I asked “I dunno how bout pull a prank?” Tyler smirked wickedly “yes totally” Shelley moved her hands like a wicked scientist “but who?” I wondered “well we’ve done Dylan,Sprayberry,Ryan,Victoria-” Tyler began but Shelley cut him off “Khylin,Michael, Ian,J.R,Melissa,Holland,Each other” I pondered “Cody..we haven’t done Cody” I smiled nervously “that’s so true” Tyler exclaimed “let’s get a move on it he gets here by before 9″ Shelley expressed.

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Douchebag Part Two (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

My Masterlist 

Ant’s Masterlist 

Request Queue

Warnings: Sex baby lez talk about gettin freaky 

Happy Sequel Sunday! This is a collab with the wonderful and beautiful and calzone-loving @adothoe :D She’s the bomb and don’t listen to a word she says in her author note below she’s a liar 

Ant’s A/N- “hi this is ant and all the sarcastic and witty lines are from me yw”

Words- 4,485

Song- Shh–Raye

“I can’t believe you’re actually making me do this.” Anthony sighed and fisted a hand in his hair. He parked the car in a lot and got out, quickly walking up to the mall entrance.

“Look,” You jogged to catch up to him. “You promised me you’d get me a new bra. And since it’s been about a week since you so rudely ripped mine, it’s about time. How many bras do you think I own anyway?”

Anthony groaned. “I’d buy you every bra in the world if it would make you shut up.”

“Classy.”

“My job is to buy you a new bra. Not to be happy about it.”

You stepped into the entrance of the black and pink store, pausing when you realized that Anthony wasn’t following you anymore. You turned around and gave him a look.

“You’re not actually making me go in, right?”

“That depends. Would you rather me run rampant in a lingerie store with your credit card?” you teased.

“Alright fine. I’m coming.”

“You act like it’s a punishment, Ramos,” you said when he caught up with you. “Here’s an entire store filled with beautiful women trying on cute underwear.” You hit his chest and grinned at him. “Make the most of it.”

Leaving him in the middle of the store, you made your way to the demi bra display. You looked through the drawers to find your size, weighing each color and pattern.

“These aren’t very sexy.”

You didn’t look up from your perusal. “The main function of a bra is to hold your tatas up, not to look nice.”

“I liked the one you were wearing in the supply closet.”

You looked up at him. Your pulse picked up slightly as his words brought memories to the surface of your mind, but you quickly tried to hide it. “Fine, Ramos, what would you pick?”

Smirking, he immediately made his way to the lingerie section. Rolling your eyes, you followed.

Anthony picked up several different bras that left very little to the imagination. He handed them to you. “How about these?”

“How do you know my size?”

“I figured if you were gonna make me buy you a new bra, I’d better know which ones would fit. So, I went back to the supply closet and found the size on that bra. Why are there numbers and letters?”

“It’s just…nevermind. Ask the hot size lady to explain it to you.”

“So….are you gonna try these or what?”

You looked down at what was essentially a pile of lace pooled in your hand. “I guess if you’re the one buying it,” you mumbled. You walked over to a sales lady and she showed you to a fitting room but stopped Anthony before he could walk in with you.

“You can wait for your girlfriend on the couch over there.”

“What? She’s not my…fine.”

You walked into the room you were directed to. The lady asked if you needed help but you said you were fine.

Once safely locked inside, you stripped off your shirt and current bra. You tried on a few of the ones Anthony had picked out. They were nice, but you still felt unsure. You looked at yourself through different angles in the mirror, trying to decide if it even looked normal on you. It seemed so fancy; what if you got far with someone and it looked like you were trying too hard? Did it make your back look weird? You encountered the same issue with every bra, and by the time you got to the last one, a low cut, nude bra with navy blue lace running over it, you were on the fence and feeling more than a little insecure.

“Hey Ant?” you asked tentatively. No response. “Ramos?” you said a bit louder.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a guy right?”

You could barely hear a sigh of disappointment. “Yeah Y/N….I’m pretty sure you know I’m a guy.”

You pursed your lips. “I just…” You cracked the door of the dressing room open slightly, peeking only your head out. “I need your opinion,” you whispered. You looked around for the sales woman.

“What?” Anthony stood off the couch and slid his phone into his back pocket. You motioned for him to come over.  “What do you need?”

“I…can you just-” you sighed and grabbed him by the middle of his shirt, pulling him into the room with you.  You locked the door and leaned against it. Knowing Anthony was standing behind you, watching with careful eyes, you felt your body start to heat up. You took a deep breath and turned around to face him. “Does this look okay? Like is it…hot?”

Anthony stared at you for what felt like forever. You couldn’t read his expression, but his mouth hung open slightly.  “Ant?” you asked meekly. You felt the desperate need to cover up and wrapped your arms around your stomach.

Anthony cleared his throat. “It’s um, it’s good.”

“Are you sure?” you looked down at yourself.

“Trust me. You wanted a guy’s opinion and I’m giving it. You look really, really sexy right now.” he said breathlessly.

“Do I actually?” You walked past him and looked in the mirror.

“Yeah, I uh…yeah.”

You smirked and turned around to face him. “Is the great Anthony Ramos having some issues right now?” you teased.

“Yeah, actually.”

You were slightly taken aback by his response. “Dude, I was kidding.”  You walked over and reached up to pull a hair off his shirt. He grabbed your wrist quickly.

“I’m not.” Your eyes widened slightly, and your heart started to hammer. “And you’re moving into seriously dangerous territory right now.”

“Honestly, Ramos. You’re not scary at all. You’re a teddy bear.”

He stepped closer to you and you were suddenly very aware that you were half naked. “Was I a teddy bear when I fucked you against a wall?”

“You didn’t fuck me against a wall, you fucked me on a couch in your dressing room.”

He smirked. “The intention was there.”

You pressed against him. “But your dick wasn’t.”

“You know what’s better than fucking you against a wall?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, Ramos. What?” He grabbed your biceps and pushed you until you felt cool glass hit your back.

“Fucking you against a mirror.” He dipped his head down and started to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath and put your hand through his hair, arching into him.

“Ant?” Your voice was small and shaky. “Here?”

He smirked against your skin. “Sounds kinda fun, doesn’t it?”

“It sounds, um, risky.” You swallowed hard.

“Let me get this straight, you’ll fuck in your place of work but not in a Victoria’s Secret?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Pro tip, Ramos. If you wanna have sex with a girl, maybe you should be nice to her.”

“I’ve never been nice to you and that didn’t stop you before.”

You smiled widely. “Thanks for admitting that you’re a total asshole.” Anthony rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t need to stay here. I can walk home.” You reached back and started to unhook the bra. You paused before pulling it off.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask you to stop taking your clothes off, you’re bra shopping with the wrong guy.”

You took the bra off and shoved it against his chest. “Go pay for this, douchebag,” you said, raising your eyebrows at how he obviously moved his gaze to your bare chest.

Anthony smirked and grabbed the bra. “Sure thing, princess.”

You sighed and fell back against the door. What was that about? The first time had been in the heat of the moment, maybe a mistake even, but this was calculated. He wanted you, and part of you hated to admit it, but you knew that you wanted him too. It was something in the way he kissed you. It made your knees go weak.

You quickly got dressed and walked out to see him waiting for you.

“That’s a big bag for one bra, Ramos.”

“I picked up a few things on my way out.” You moved to take the bag from him but he pulled back before you could. “Know the meaning of the word surprise?”

“You say that like you’re going to see me in these.” You reached for the bag again.

“I fully intend to, princess.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Don’t get pouty.” he teased. “Come on let’s go.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“I bought them, you model. It’s an easy deal.”

“Can’t get girls to undress for you by yourself, Ramos,” you teased.

“I think we both know what I can do to a girl. Right, Y/L/N?”

“Whatever. It was just work stress. And it happened one time so you can’t keep bringing it up like it meant something.”

“It meant that no matter what you say, you think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.”

“Well I could say the same for you Mister ‘Parade-around-in-your-underwear-for-me.’”

“Hey, I never denied thinking you’re hot. I just said you’re bossy and annoying and sooo uptight and-”

“Yeah we get it!” You snapped. You could hear Anthony laughing, but you were too distracted looking at yourself in the mirror. He had chosen a black lacy bra with a sheer corset hanging down, complete with matching lace panties and garter hook to attach to the black stockings. It was…intense, but you didn’t hate it.

“Relax, Y/L/N. You really need to unwind.” His mouth dropped open when you walked out of his bedroom wearing the complicated piece of lingerie.

“I really don’t think this counts as a bra, Ramos.”

He regained his composure and smirked at you. “It holds the tatas up, doesn’t it?”

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “Don’t use my words against me.”

“You know, there’s one way that it wouldn’t count as a bra.”

“What’s that?”

“If you took it off.” You rolled your eyes at him but he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “It wouldn’t be holding up the tatas anymore, would it? In fact, I can think of something much better to hold them.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yes.” He wiggled his fingers at you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re not complaining.”

You leaned against his doorframe and smiled. “You know it really is amazing how much I seem to turn you on, Ramos.”

“Is it a crime to get a boner by looking at an attractive woman in lingerie?”

“If it was, you’d have to be punished.”

“Really?” Anthony raised an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened in horror.

“No! Not like-that’s it I’m leaving.” You went back into the bedroom to change.

“Suit yourself but I was ready to have some fun.”  You rolled your eyes and didn’t respond, opting to pull your pants and shirt on instead. “C’mon Y/N.” You sighed at the way he said your name, your first name. “It’s been a week since it happened and we haven’t talked about it outside of the jokes everyone makes.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you could tell he was leaning against the door.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You pulled the door open and he stood up quickly, looking over your now clothed figure. You grabbed your jacket and purse off his table. “It was a mistake. We were stressed. It’s not gonna happen again, and it didn’t mean anything.” You said firmly. Anthony’s eyes met yours briefly before they darted to the ground. “Consider it talked about.” You moved towards his door.

“Wait! Let me take you back.” Anthony grabbed the edge of the door.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s New York City, Ramos. I’ll catch a cab.”  You tried to pull the door open further but he stopped you again.

“Just let me be nice, Y/L/N.”

You searched his eyes for an ulterior motive, but he seemed to be, for once in his life, serious. So you let him drive you home.


Two show days were becoming your worst nightmare. Not only did they take up the entire day so that there was no possibility of getting anything else done, but you spent the entire day with Anthony. You had been avoiding him semi-successfully since your modeling career had abruptly ended, but you two were co-workers and it was getting harder and harder to avoid run-ins with him, especially when the rest of the cast was always speculating about your lives.

“So they’re not together,” you heard Pippa ask Renee in a stage whisper.

Renee shook her head. “They were finally starting to get along too.”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” said the third Schuyler sister. “Do you see the way he looks at her?”

The girls shuffled away to take their marks for A Winter’s Ball and you sighed, thinking about what they said. Did he really look at you a certain way?

As if your thoughts of him conjured him up, Anthony brushed past you to make his way to the stage, not apologizing in the slightest, and hey-ing across the stage with Lin and Leslie.

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. Maybe it was an honest mistake.

But it was Anthony. It was never an honest mistake with him.

Jon witnessed your anger and started to snicker lightly. You glared at him and he held his hands up innocently. You huffed and sat down on the stairs. You just wanted to go home. Two show days really were the worst.

You put your head between your hands. Everything was just so confusing. You went from hating him, to sleeping with him, to some weird and awkward friendship, and apparently back to hating him again all in one month. You preferred it back when he was nothing more to you than an annoying bug buzzing in your ear, but somehow everything felt bigger than that now.

“Maybe you should just fuck him again. Seemed to work last time.”

You sighed and rubbed your face. “Or I could quit and not have to deal with him ever again.”

Anthony chose that fantastic moment to come back from the stage, waiting for his Helpless cue. “You’re quitting?” You couldn’t read his face.

“I never said-”

“Wow, Y/N. That seems like something you’d tell your friends.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ramos. I wasn’t aware we were friends.”

He glared at you then looked back at the stage. It was time for him to go back. “Whatever. I have to go.”

And he did, without looking back.


You were on edge for the rest of the night. You were stuck in a limbo between wanting to scream and punch and wall and wanting to sit down and just give up. You couldn’t understand how Ramos had such an effect on you. He was pissed at you, so what? It wasn’t the first time. You couldn’t figure out why, though. As far as you were concerned he was the one who decided to act like a dick out of nowhere again. You had been trying to reach him somehow but no matter what things were tense and awkward, and you were convinced that had to be his fault.

You were packing up your things after the show when he came up to you again. You thought it was Alex Lacamoire coming to ask you about a tech problem again. “Alex, I’m really tired. Can we talk about the orchestra thing tomorrow?”

“Not Alex.”

You turned around and sighed again when you saw him. Crossing your arms, you stared at him tiredly. “What do you want, Ramos?”

“You’re actually quitting.” His voice sincere, but there was still an edge to it.

“I told you. I never said I was quitting. I was just having a conversation when you decided to come in and twist things,” you said defensively.

He smirked. A calm, over-confident, Ramos type smirk. “Hostile.”

“I can’t deal with this right now.” You turned back around and stuffed your phone charger in your purse. “I think you should leave.”

“I like how you think you can tell me what to do,” he said. You refused to respond. You weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction. “I’m not gonna leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have to talk to you, and it would be decent of you to listen.” You faced him. He didn’t look like he was kidding.

“Fine.” You leaned against the table your purse and coat were sitting on and stared him down. “Speak.”

“I’m not a dog, Y/L/N.”

“Maybe not in the physical definition,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Hey, at least I’m not a bitch,” he shot back.

You slammed your hands on the table behind you. “You said you had something to tell me. So tell me and then just leave.” You were starting to shake.

“I just wanna know why the fuck you’ve been little Miss Heartless and acting like I stepped on your pet or something. Why are you avoiding me like the plague? What did I do?”

Your brow creased. That was not what you were expecting. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Bullshit. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you two months ago. You need to stop pretending, Ramos.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that!” you cut him off before he could speak. “You are pretending and you know it! You keep acting there’s something between us, and there’s not! So we fucked one time and we had to deal with that! Whatever! It doesn’t change anything! Doesn’t change that you hate me and that I-” Words caught in your throat. You felt like you were choking. You- you what? What could you say?

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but you couldn’t say that you hated him. It just wasn’t true anymore. “And I just really can’t work with you so…so yeah maybe quitting isn’t the worst idea.”  

“No.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry? Who are you to tell me what I’m doing with my life?”

“I said no! You’re way too fucking good at your job to quit because of me-”

“I don’t care! You can’t tell me what to do!”

Anthony crossed the room. “You can’t quit, okay! I can’t…you..you just can’t-” You stared up at him while he fumbled for words. Something ignited inside you. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, reaching up to attach your lips to his in a heated kiss.


Anthony made a noise of surprise, but it didn’t take him long to respond. He pressed a hand roughly against the small of your back, forcing you to arch into his chest. Everything was starting to click. You didn’t care about figuring stuff out anymore you just needed his hands on you this whole time. You tipped your head back and opened your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slip in. The hand that wasn’t holding you moved to tangle in your hair, which he tugged on lightly. A small sound escaped your lips. He smiled. You practically feel the awkwardness of the past weeks melting off your shoulders.

Anthony backed up until your thighs pressed against the edge of the table. You sat on it and wrapped your legs around his waist. He tugged your hair again, forcing you to throw your head back. He started to kiss your neck, and you bit your lip.

You moaned and the sound prompted him to suck on your neck as one of his hands reached between you to unzip your jeans.

“Fuck…” you whispered.

“I know.”

“Are we really?”

“I think so.”

“Okay.”

“Here?”

“We did it before-”

“In a dressing room-”

“No one is here, Ramos.”

Anthony started to pull down your jeans. The second they were off, he smirked.

“What?”

“So you did like the present.”

You looked down at your bare legs and saw that today you’d decided to wear one of the extra things Anthony had bought you. A nice little pair of lacy panties.

“If you rip them I’ll kill you.”

“I promise to be gentle.” he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Fuck that. I want you to rail me. Just don’t ruin my clothes.” His eyes widened and you ripped open his shirt, grinning at him. “An eye for an eye?”

Anthony surged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to the edge of the table to press his erection against you.

You smiled as you kissed him, and leaned back so Anthony could tower over you. You pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off the rest of the way. He pulled away and you lifted your arms up so he could take your own shirt off. Anthony started to reach his hands towards you again but you stopped him.

You reached around your back and unhooked your bra yourself, throwing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “I don’t trust you, sorry.”

“Fine by me,” he mumbled and started sucking on the soft skin of your breast. You moaned and threaded your fingers through his curls, pulling softly.

Anthony pulled you off the table and you stumbled slightly as he pulled the lace panties down gently. You helped him out by pulling down his boxers and he immediately placed you back on the table, sliding into you all the way.

“God dammit!” Your body froze for a second with shock, but you quickly adjusted.

“You told me not to be gentle.”

You caught your breath. “I…did…”

“Then shut up.” Anthony started to thrust roughly into you. You gripped tightly onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

“Douchebag,” you moaned into his neck.

“Bitch,” he moaned back.

You tried to come up with a response, but your mind was starting to go blank as the feelings in your body took over. Anthony pounded into you, the table banging against the wall loudly in the empty theatre. You pulled his hair to bring his mouth back to yours and slid a hand down his chest to rest between you as you massaged his balls.

Anthony groaned and caressed his hand over your face. His fingers came to rest on your lips and you sucked them lightly, making direct eye contact with him. Anthony’s eyes glinted mischievously. He brought his now wet fingers from your mouth down to you clit and started to rub there while he thrust into you.

You moaned and arched your back, pressing your chest against his. You kissed him and pulled on his hair and he moaned into your mouth, all the stimulation making him come.

He hung his head and panted heavily into your neck. When he caught his breath, he stood up and pulled out of you gently.

“Are you serious?” you asked. “Already?”

“I’m sorry, I…you were…”

“Whatever, I’m not mad,” you said, obviously a little ticked off.

Anthony ran and hand through his hair, still breathing heavily. You had to admit that you liked the look of it, but you were feeling unsatisfied. “What?” he asked, “You thought I was gonna leave you hanging?”

“You’re not exactly a gentleman, Ramos.”

“You don’t think so?” He put his hands on his hips.

You scoffed and sat up completely, “No, I don’t.”

“Really?” He walked towards you and stood between your legs, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. You crossed your arms and shook your head. Anthony moved his hand from your thigh to in between your legs. He ran his middle finger over your slit. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Y/L/N.”

You let out a shaky breath and gripped the edge of the table. He smirked and started to kiss your chest simultaneously sliding his finger inside of you. You whimpered and pushed yourself against him. Anthony slowly moved down onto his knees and you closed your eyes in anticipation.

You felt small licks on the area around your clit and you moaned, pulling his hair to remind him not to be a tease. You could feel his lips pull into a smile and then instantly attach to your clit where he circled his tongue. He curled his finger inside of you, drawing several moans from your mouth.

You gasped when he added another finger and fisted his hair tightly. Anthony added a third finger and started to move them faster. Your toes started to curl, and you thought you were about to fall off the table.

“Fuck- Ant!”

He sucked on your clit, curling each of his fingers simultaneously. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your whole body tense for a moment before releasing.


You took several deep breaths and all but collapsed back onto the table. Anthony stood and grinned at you. “See? I can play nice.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah don’t get too confident. You still came in like 0.3 seconds.”

“I’m a guy. It happens.”

“To thirteen-year-olds masturbating for the first time-”

“You’re so-” Anthony held his hands up and sighed. “We are literally about to kill each other the second we’re done having sex. What’s wrong with us?” he said while pulling his boxers back on. You could tell why he was trying to cover up so quickly, and you almost laughed at how easy it was to turn him on.

“We don’t have to stop having sex,” you offered.

Anthony turned around and locked eyes with you. “Are you being serious?”

You shrugged, not making any move to get dressed. “We’re single. Obviously attracted to one another. It works.”

Anthony’s eyes roamed over your body. “I’m not against the idea.”

You smiled. “Why not? At the very least it’ll keep us from tearing each other’s throats out. At least in public…”

He nodded. “And you won’t quit?”

“I was kidding. You never gave me a chance to explain.”

“Sooo… friends with benefits?” He looked up at you.

“I still wouldn’t call us friends but yeah the benefits part works.”

Anthony rolled his eyes and piled your clothes next to you on the table. “Get dressed, then. We’re going back to my place.”

You stood and nodded. “I’ll meet you outside.” He took one last look over your figure before leaving the room.

You got dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Anthony was waiting by the door of the theater. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and walked out of the theatre. Anthony caught up with you, and took your hand in his as you both walked out into the cool night air.

My favorite thing about being a part of the Young Justice fandom by far is seeing people watch it for the first time and they’re all like “ugh M'gann is such a freaking Mary Sue. I hate her because she’s so perfect, naive, and has no insecurities or issues, blah blah blah”, but then they get to Image and are just like “… nevermind”. I feel so smug every time it happens. 

ajspammin  asked:

Cafe au where Shiro doesn't really go to this cafe at and then Lance starts working there. Shiro becomes a regular just so he can talk to Lance because wow this guy is cute. One day, Lance just oh so casually writes his number on the cup because this guy has been flirting with him for weeks now, why not give him a way to flirt when he's not working? When Shiro notices it and looks at Lance, Lance just winks at him before going back to working. Shiro is a hyped boy.

this isn’t exaclty the prompt but it kind of ran away from me oops….


Shiro blinked, sleeping still clouding his vision. God, he didn’t even like coffee, but there was no way he was going to survive his 7 am exam after pulling an all-nighter without at least some caffeine flooding his system.

The line moved forward, and yes, finally, it was Shiro’s turn to order.

“Hi, what can I get you?” Chirped a voice that was far too enthusiastic for the morning. Shiro looked up, his eyes finally focusing, and wow this guy was cute. Bright blue eyes crinkled at the ends thanks to the large smile plastered on his face. His tan skin looked soft to the touch, and oh how Shiro wanted to touch it. His brown hair was messy, covered by the ridiculous baseball cap with the company logo the employees were required to wear. “Um?”

Shiro shook his head, eyeing the other man’s nametag, “Hi, sorry, a large caramel macchiato?”

Lance giggled, grabbing a cup. “Name?”

“Shiro.”

The barista nodded and copied the name down, rattling off the price while he did so. Shiro handed him two dollars and murmured for him to “keep the change.”

Shiro went to the other side of the bar and waited for his coffee, his head in his hands. He should have flirted. Then again, he hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep and was about to take an exam. He could just come back tomorrow, right?


Shiro went back two days later, finally having caught up on sleep, and ready to flirt, but the coffee shop was busy, and didn’t want to bother Lance when he was busy.

And so, a pattern formed. Shiro went to the coffee shop twice a week before his early class. Always, Lance was either too busy, or Shiro was too tired to flirt properly, although he had managed to slip in some flirtatious lines here and there, always making the other man blush briefly.

But the finally, one blessed day, Shiro finally had the opportunity and wit to impress Lance. He sauntered into the café, strode right up to the counter, where there had luckily been no line, and said, “I like my coffee how I like my men: hot and tan.”

Lance blinked, comprehending what Shiro had just said. A heartbeat passed, then another, then Lance tilted his head back and laughed, long and loud, drawing the attention from the other employees behind the counter making coffee.

“Oh, man. You’ve been here for weeks, and that’s the first non-coffee related thing you say to me?” He laughed.

Shiro blushed, “Uh, um, yes?” Oh god, how could he have been so stupid. Lance was probably not into guys, especially ones that hit on him while he’s working. He was so embarrassed. “Okay, sorry, nevermind. Just give me a medium caramel macchiato, please,” Shiro flung a few dollars onto the counter and bolted from the other man’s laughter.

Shiro sat down at a table and buried his head in his hands, mortified. He replayed the interaction in his head for the next few minutes until he heard the chair across from him move.

“I prefer my men like hazelnut coffee, personally,” Lance’s voice came from across the table, “strong and a little bit nutty.”

Shiro looked up to see the other man smiling shyly at him, holding a to-go cup for Shiro. Shiro blinked a few times, sure his eyes were playing tricks.

“I didn’t mind that though, but you may need to work on your delivery a bit. You can try again next time if you’d like?” Lance held out the coffee. Shiro took it, still silent in shock.

With one last smile, Lance went back to work, and Shiro pulled himself away from the table and headed to class. He looked down at the cup, ready to take a sip and saw black marks written on the cup.

I like the way you espresso yourself ;)
Call me sometime? xxx-xxx-xxxx
-Lance

Seventeen Reaction: Finding out their crush has tattoos

||| @au-writer asked:  how would seventeen react to finding out the sweet girl they have a crush on is covered in tattoos that she alwyas covers up. |||


S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol

Originally posted by scoupstv

You fell asleep on his couch and hoping he could tickle you awake he came to you from behind and lifted your shirt revealing the tattoo.

“Woah!!” he screamed waking you up.

“What? What happened?” you jumped wide awake.

“Bad girl, how come you never told me you have a tattoo?”


Yoon Jeonghan

Originally posted by jeonfhan

He was standing behind you in a queue when he noticed something on your neck. He brushed your hair off and saw the tattoo.

“What are you doing?” you asked turning around.

“That’s a lovely tattoo you have there.”


Joshua/Hong Jisoo

Originally posted by performanceunit

You handed him the book he asked for.

“Thanks. Wait what?” he said pulling you closer and pointing at the tattoo on your wrist.

“Was this always here?”


Jun/Wen Junhui

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

You playfully tried to kick him while watching TV when he caught you by the ankle.

“And what do we have here?”


Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung

Originally posted by minghaon

When you casually told him you had tattoos he was shocked.

“I have been in the friendzone for how many years and you only tell me now?”

“Wait. Could you repeat what you just said?” 

“Nevermind.” he said quickly leaving the room.


Jeon Wonwoo

Originally posted by soonrongs

You were putting your hair in a bun when he noticed the tattoo on your shoulder. He kept silent so he could enjoy the view from behind.


Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by moncheriwonwoo

He found your little tattoo behind your ear really adorable.

“Why is it so small? Were you afraid of the pain to get a bigger one?” he laughed.


Woozi/Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

He saw your tattoo by accident when he walked in on you changing. He was too embarrassed to ask you about it after that though and just waited for you to tell him yourself.


DK/Lee Seokmin

Originally posted by livinthediamondlife

You were at the pool when he saw the tattoo on your thigh.

“That makes her even sexier.” he thought.


The8/Xu Minghao

Originally posted by iislaywhores

You were playing truth or dare when you told him you have a few tattoos.

“Would you dare show them to me?”


Boo Seungkwan

Originally posted by wonnhao

When he found out about your tattoos he got really interested in them.

“How many do you have? Was it painful? How long did it take? Do you have ones in colour?”

“Seungkwan, one question at a time, please?”


Hansol Vernon

Originally posted by busyprocrastinate

“Were you trying to hide this one?” he asked looking down your back through your shirt.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Were you now? When?” he smirked.


Dino/Lee Chan

Originally posted by hosoeks

When he noticed your heart shaped tattoo he got all worried.

“Do you perhaps have someone, you know like a boyfriend?”

“No, why?”

“Nevermind.” he said relieved.


A/N: Feel free to request more reactions, scenarios etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😀

Heartbreak

Bucky X Reader X Pietro

Summary: Bucky calls you after being gone for two weeks on a mission to break up with you. Devastated from the abrupt break up, you sit alone in the kitchen of the Avengers’ tower when an unexpected speedster comes to mend your broken heart.

A/N: I was thinking if I should make this into a mini-series? Should I? (your replies are more than appreciated. 

Words: 1,222

Warning: Fluff!! Heart break. Crying.

___

You look at your phone to see nothing. No messages, no missed calls. Well what were you expecting? That he’ll call you after your break up? That was never going to happen. The next time you see him around the hall ways of avenger’s tower, you’d be back to how the two of you were at the very beginning. Strangers.  But now was very different. You’re strangers who shared memories of a past relationship.

The two of you were inseparable since the day he asked you to be his girl two years ago. The moment you met him you knew you’d fall for him badly. You just didn’t expect him to fall for you. But that was it. You just fell for each other and it stayed like that. Your relationship with him was very shallow to begin with. It was only until you noticed him acting different that you knew he had fallen out of love. You knew for the past five months and you just wished you had done the same. He finally had enough of trying to fall back in love with you. It was hopeless. He just didn’t feel the same way anymore.

You just sit in the kitchen looking at your phone, waiting for something. He was supposed to be back from his latest mission two weeks ago. You were worried sick until last night when he called you to end things. It wasn’t what you were expecting his call would be. You thought he’d just check in on you, tell you that he was fine and that he was on his way back, that the mission took longer than expected, but no. He called you tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way anymore. It was then you realized that you’re feelings for him was deeper than you thought.

You tried calling him back but he wasn’t answering any of your calls. You weren’t about to give up on him just yet, until you saw he changed his relationship status to “in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff”. You didn’t realize that they were happening under your nose this whole time. You knew that there was still tension between them from their past relationship but you didn’t expect them getting back together all of a sudden. It hurts. You didn’t really mind that he was dating Natasha. You just wanted a break up that wasn’t dumping you on the phone and finding out he’s back with his ex on social media. You knew everything anyway, you just wanted him to tell you. But you knew that he was never the type to explain himself. Sergeant Barnes would have given an explanation, but that Bucky was long gone. Your Bucky, was the Winter Soldier Bucky and you loved him nevertheless. But now it’s over.

You hear footsteps coming from behind you and you instantly turn your head to see if it was him. It wasn’t, obviously. He wasn’t coming back, well not in your arms that is. You hurriedly wiped the tears from your eyes and weakly smiled at the silver haired speedster who just walked in.

“(Y/n)? It’s 2 in the morning, what are you doing up?” He asked as he wiped the sleep off of his eyes.

“I-I should be asking you the same thing?” you joked as he sat in front of you.        

“I was just going to get a snack. I usually wake up in the middle of the night to have snack. Fast metabolism means you’re hungry almost every time.” He said as he sped to get a bowl of cereal. “How about you, printessa?”

“I was just… I couldn’t sleep. It’s just that… nevermind.” You say as you look at your phone again. There was a moment of silence between you and the speedster. You look up at him to see him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re not trying to read my mind like Wanda are you?” you both laugh at you comment.

“There’s that smile I’ve been wanting to see.” He said as he sat down next to you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing. It’s just that you were not being yourself for the past few days. I have a feeling it’s Barnes, no?” He stated.

“Well you caught me?” You raised your hands up as a form of your surrender. Pietro laughs at your action and you bring your hands down to your waist. He stops for a moment and just looks at you.

“What?” you ask him and snaps out of his thoughts.

“Nothing.” He answers with a faint tint of red on his face

“No really, Piet, what is it?” You ask raising an eyebrow.

“I just thought he was stupid for leaving you, printessa. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve met.” He says and blushes a bit.

“Ha! I bet you say that to all the girls, Piet!” You laugh as you walk towards to living room.

“No, I mean it.” He speeds past you and pulls you to the couch. You land on his lap with his face a little too close to yours.

“So I’m guessing you don’t do this to all the other girls too, huh?” You say as you look into his eyes.

“Only when she’s you.” He tucks your hair behind your ear and lets his hand stay on your cheek. He looks from your eyes down to your lips. You do the same and all you could hear was your synchronized breathing. You inch your face closer to his and he closes the gap between your lips. You snake your arms around his neck as he pulls your waist to get you closer to him. As things were getting heated you hear someone purposely cough loudly. You pull away from the speedster and see Bucky standing by the elevator with his duffel bag in hand. His eyes look darker than usual.

“Nice to see you move on that quickly.” Bucky says sarcastically. You stand up as he walks towards you.

“Bucky, I…. It was…” You start to stutter. Your eyes start to water again

“I think she should ask you the same thing? “ Pietro says as he steps in between you and Bucky.

“Stay out of this Speedy. This is none of your business” He says as he shoves Pietro to the floor. He quickly gets back on his feet and lands a punch on Bucky’s face.

“She is my business you jerk!” Pietro says as he dodges a punch from Bucky’s metal arm. You just stand there watching them. You try to catch your breath as more tears fall from your eyes, blurring your vision.

“And what exactly makes you think that?” Bucky says as he throws punches at Pietro which he avoids easily.

“You breaking things off with her.” Pietro says and Bucky suddenly stops.

“I-it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to…” Bucky stutters.

“ Mistake? How was that a mistake when you’re back with Natasha?!” You say as you feel your heart shattering to a million pieces again. Pietro rushes to you and wraps his arms around you as you burry your face in his chest.

“(y/n), I’m sorry…” Bucky says as he tries to approach you.

“Pietro, let’s go.” And he speeds you into your room.

A Play On Words

This one came to me while I was making pancakes and was partially inspired by the cute couple who came into work the other day. Please do let me know what you thought :) x

Originally posted by 16meets18

chose this gif purely for the dramatic look


He’s tinkering away in the kitchen with the smoothie maker when you enter it. You pause for a moment,watching him with interest as he moves back and forth between the counter as he adds ingredients to the mixer. He’s wearing his pajama, a pair of sweatpants snug low around his hips and to no surprise, he doesn’t have a shirt on. His hair, still messy from last night is poking out every which way and you have an urge to run your fingers through it. His back is towards you, but you know he’s got his eyes narrowed in concentration with his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he adds just the right amount of coconut to the mixer. 

You lean off the doorway and make your way over to him, swinging your arms around his shoulders and press kisses to the back of his neck as you press your body into his. He stiffens for a quick moment before relaxing in your grip, “Morning, pet.” He mumbles, before turning his face to press a kiss to your temple.

You hum your greeting, squeezing him a bit tighter before you pull away and hop up onto the counter next to where he has the blender set up. You let your palms rest against the counter as you cross your ankles and lean forward, watching him with your brows raised. He’s got a careful eye on the blender, done putting ingredients in it and now adding the top to it, ring clad fingering hovering over the start button before his eyes shoot up and he smirks at you, 

“Yer wearin panties under tha’, aren’t yeh?” 

You frown at that, glancing down at your thighs, the shirt of his you had slept in the night before falling there. “Of course I am! You twat!” You squawk, eyes shooting up as you lean forward and use a hand to smack his chest. 

“Oi! S’just a question, kitten. We eat here, don’ we?” He says with a mischievous smirk, and before you can retort he’s hit the start button and smoothie maker is rumbling away.

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Ass ID

Genre: smut, fluff.

Summary: Phil and dan run into each other at the grocery store and phil recognizes dan as his favorite pornstar via his ass

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: none that I can thinking of? Cursing?? As per usual. A small moment where phil thinks dan wants to stop?

Ass ID :

“Please, god please Phil, yes, you fuck me so good! Hmph, god love your cock, so good to me.”


4 hours earlier ;


“Cereal, milk, brea- oomph!” I stumble back and quickly grab the closest thing to me which happens to be a boy about my age, steadying us both. He looks familiar and I cock my head to the side, not so subtly checking him out, where do I know him from?

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” He smiles, deep dimples digging into his cheeks and god, I know those dimples. Fuck, he’s so cute.

Without thinking, I stick my hand out, “Phil, sorry for running into you.” I feel my face heat up a little as he puts his hand in mine.

“Dan.” He turns around, spotting a loaf of bread on the floor behind him and bending down to grab it, and that’s when it clicks. If you had asked me two weeks ago, that’s I’d be recognizing my favorite porn star from his ass, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, in the grocery store next to the star of all my wank fantasies, DanIsNotATop. Jesus Christ, only I could end up in this situation.

He straightens up and turns to me with a smirk, “Like what you see?”

I blush furiously, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t at all what I’m like, uh, I- nevermind, I’ll just be going now.” I quickly turn around and head in the opposite direction of the bread, great.

“Hey! Wait up!” I curse my luck as Dan catches up to walk next to me.

“Excuse me if this is forward, but you’re hot and I’m free all day.” I gaped at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

The dimpled boy blushes, “Yeah, that was probably weird, I mean, we’re in the middle of a grocery store for god’s sake. Sorry, I’m a little too forward for my own good sometimes.” I’m so shellshocked that it seems my brain and mouth have stopped communicating and the words fall out of my mouth before I can think it through.

“Not surprising with your profession, I’m sure you gain a lot of confidence for that kind of stuff, what with everyone wanting to fuck you all the time.” My eyes almost pop out of their sockets, and I’m internally wishing for god to come and take me, for the ground to swallow me up, maybe even aliens abducting me would suffice. Of all the reactions, I do not expect Dan to start hysterically laughing.

“Oh my god! Well yeah I guess you’re right, aren’t you? So you watch me?” I nod dumbly, too surprised to even form words, probably a good thing at this point.

“Just have one question…when you say ‘everyone’ wants to fuck me, does that include you?” He’s looking up at me through thick, dark eyelashes and I’m swallowing before speaking up,

“Well, I mean, yes? Who wouldn’t wanna fuck you?” He giggles and I’m instantly endeared,

“There are a few people I can only hope don’t want to have sex with me, for example, my grandma.”

“Oh my god, Dan! That’s disgusting! Why is that the first example you think of?!” I let out a roaring laugh, my tongue poking out between my teeth and my hand coming up to cover my mouth.

When our laughter dies down he takes a step closer, getting into my personal space and whispering in my ear, “Offer still stands, if you aren’t secretly my grandma.”

I hum, “I guess I’ll just spend my night alone baking cookies then, too bad, I’d really thought this disguise would get me through.”

We giggle and I place my hand on his hip, traveling slowly to his back pocket and drawing out his phone before typing my number in, “Text me your number.” He does and I send him my address.

Leaning in till my lips brush against his ear as I begin to talk, breath hot and heavy, “7pm, don’t be late, princess.” I slip my tongue out to lick at the shell of his ear, watching goosebumps arise and feeling him shiver under my hands. I pull back, wink, and turn and walk towards the bread.


Current time ;


So that’s how I ended up in bed with the idol of my sexual delusions, being straddled by thick thighs, cock absolutely throbbing in my boxers. We had both already stripped to nothing but our boxers, or well, panties for dan. “Good god, Dan, you’re so hot for me, babe, gonna let me have you, yeah?” He nods eagerly into our kisss.

“Please, phil, touch me I want you to stretch me, please.”

“Mm, yes baby ‘course, c’mon let’s get you you out of those panties.” I flip us over, pulling off the black lace in one quick motion as dan lifts his hips up, before reaching for the lube lying next to me and popping the cap. Squirting a copious amount onto my fingers and warming it up between them, I kiss dan passionately distracting him from my hand wandering to his sex. I swirl my index finger around his rim before pushing in slowly, letting him adjust before thrusting it into him.

After a bit of stretching, I begin to search for his prostate, crooking my fingers at a different angle at every entrance to him, until I found it, well at least I think I do, since Dan lets out a series of pornstar moans (funnily enough) and pushed his ass back onto my fingers.

“Take me, I’m ready I promise, I swear it phil lease take me I’m begging you please!” Who could deny that? Certainly not me.

“I got you, baby, I’m gonna take real good care of you, don’t you worry.” I shed my briefs, grabbing the condom package next to me and ripping it open clumsily, about to roll it onto myself when dan’s hand comes up to catch my wrist, effectively halting my movements.

I look up, my eyebrows scrunching together. Did he want to stop? Before I can ask he shyly looks up at me, “Wanna do it.” I nod and hand over the condom, moving my hips closer to him so he can grasp my thickness, slowly pumping me before rolling the condom onto my shaft, grabbing the lube bottle, slathering it onto my length, and guiding my to his entrance. I push into the confining heat of him, groaning at the right grip, hovering over him, and breathing hot shallow breaths onto his sweat glistening neck.

“So good for me Dan, taking me so well, huh? Look at you, so nice. Such a pretty boy you are, princess.” A loud whimper escapes him, before he’s grinding back onto my cock.

“I’m good, I’m so good, you can move, move please please,” he rambles into my ear, pushing his onto into my hips, making my breathing stutter in pleasure. I pull out till only my cock head is inside him, before for slowly pushing back inside, watching his hole stretch so filthily around my thick rod, like I’ve daydreamed oh so many times before.

“So good on my cock, god, you’re so tight around me, fuck, dan shit,” I pull out, only to slam in a again and again, setting a hard and fast pace and angling my hips to slam into his prostate repeatedly, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist, face in the crook of my neck, fingernails absolutely tearing up my back, and groans falling shamelessly from both our mouths.

“Please, god please Phil, yes, you fuck me so good! Hmph, god love your cock, so good to me.” I can feel him tightening around my shaft, can physically feel him approaching orgasm, pushing me along as well. “C-close, phil, gonna cu-cum.”
I reach between us to fist his swollen cock, alerting him to my similar state, I’m losing pattern, heat pooling in my abdomen, before I feel Dan clench around me so fucking tight, my hips stutter and I can hear dan yelling his release as I spill into the condom, thrusting shallowly to ride out our orgasms.

“So fucking good, better than I ever imagined.” Dan giggles breathlessly, swatting my slick chest playfully as I gently pull out of him, careful not to hurt him, tie off the condom, tossing it into the bin, and falling onto my back beside dan. Our breathing synchronizes, sweat and cum drying uncomfortably on our naked bodies, and yet dan rolling over onto my chest, curling into my side, his arm draped around my midsection.

“This ok? I don’t usually get to like, uhm, cuddle? After sex I mean, so yeah sorry if this is weird, yeah.” I wrap my arm around him, holding him to my side when I feel him start to extract himself out of embarrassment.

“Shh, gonna sleep, yeah? S’nice. You’re warm.” And something feels right, as dan shifts to get more comfortable and then lays his head on my chest, his hair tickling my chin, legs tangled with my own. Something feels right, and I have a little feeling this won’t be the last time I find myself with an armful of tan skin and warm brown eyes.