lately i just smirk

The last

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Suga scenario when she just cried after hearing The Last

Originally posted by taegalaxy

The words pouring out of this mouth had you speechless. The song rang into your ears loudly and you took in every emotional word he had spilled out onto the track. You were now listening to the past of your boyfriend that he didn’t like to talk about. Before you even could stop yourself you felt the warm tears from your eyes rolling down your cheek. Yoongi opened found you sitting on the couch.

“Hey babe, the boys wanna know if you wanna go out tonight?” 

He stopped, making eye contact with you. His eyes widened and he sat down.

“What’s wrong?” 

You sniffled, trying to wipe your tears off on your sleeve.

“Nothing, sorry. I just got emotional..” You told him.

“Y/N, Please talk to me.”

You said nothing, trying to calm yourself down again. He looks down at the phone in your hand, seeing the song on your screen. His eyes wander back up too yours. He wipes your cheek with his thumb.

“You heard it, huh? I didn’t really want you to hear about it from this but I couldn’t get myself to talk about it. It’s hard..”

His sudden lack of eye contact already started ti give off his secretly insecure side. It wasn’t anything different from most people but he tended to hide it fairly well. You just wanted to be there for him since you couldn’t have been before. You took his hand and held it between both of yours.

“No, I know. I don’t want to force you to talk about it but I didn’t know it was this bad-” you let out.

“It’s not. It was but babe, I can put stuff like that out because it’s over with. I’m happy. Hell, I couldn’t be happier right now. I have you and the members and we’re successfully now. I have everything I ever wanted right in front of me.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t still be sad. I just want you to know that i’m here for you and you can talk to me. I promise you.”

Yoongi worked up a smile and nodded. “I know you are and I can’t even explain how grateful I am.”

You reached over to put your arms around him tightly. His hands moved up to your back and he held you close. You took a deep breathe, feeling relived.

“If only you could tell yourself back then how you would end up turning out.”

Yoongi chuckled. “I doubt he’d believe me. Honestly, this whole thing is insane…my dream actually came true and sure I went through some shit but I made it. “

“I’m so proud of you too.”

You gave him a quick kiss, smiling at your boyfriend. He patted your knee.

“We should get up and get ready to go.”

You stood up, reaching your hand out for his. He grabbed your hand and stood up from the couch as well.

“I was thinking we could be a little late….” you smirked.

“Really? How come?” He said, sounding interested.

“I just wanna show you just how proud I am of you.”

Yoongi bit his lip. “Fine by me.”

But I’m Your Boyfriend

Request: Dean x reader where Dean is mad because the reader, his girlfriend, spends so much time with Sam? You choose from there? Thanks so much!

I usually don’t write first person so I hope you like it. Not one of my favorite things I’ve written, but here it is.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*


Dean’s POV

Y/n and Sam’s laughter drifted down the halls, as the two made their way through the Bunker. I lifted my head up from the book I was reading as they entered the library. They were laughing and goofing around just like they always seemed to be anymore. I quickly look away and turn back to my book.

“Alright,” Sam nods. “I’ll definitely quick that one out.”

The two continued on towards the door, “See you later Dean.”

My head quickly snapped up again, “Where are you going?”

Y/n smiled at me, “Movies, their playing this new french film we’ve been dying to see.” I frowned, them and their stupid movies with subtitles, “We’ll see you later, okay?”

I kept looking down at my book, picking at the corner of the page, trying to hide how hurt I actually was, “See ya later,” I mumble. I miss the confused looks Sam and Y/n shared before they headed out. They carry on up and out of the Bunker. As the door slams behind them I whisper, “But I’m your boyfriend.”

Y/n’s POV

Something was definitely off with Dean when we left earlier, but I had pushed it out of my mind to enjoy the movie with Sam. Whatever it was I would try and deal with it later, Dean wasn’t going to want to talk about it anyway.

I was glad I had Sam to do things like go to the movies with. We were very close, he was like an older brother to me. We were very similar and shared an interest for a lot of the same things like history, reading and foreign films.

Dean’s POV

I didn’t get much research done after that. I was too preoccupied with the thought of Sam and Y/n off at the movies. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust them, more that I felt left out. They were always off doing their nerdy things lately, leaving me behind by myself. I swear, Y/n, my girlfriend, seemed to be spending more time with Sam then me lately.

Was she losing interest in me? Maybe she need a boyfriend who was more like Sam, someone who liked all the same things as her.

I was sitting there brewing in my own toxic thoughts when Sam and Y/n came back a few hours later. They descended down the stairs into the bunker, laughing and reminiscing about the movie they just saw. I averted my eyes to stare down into my glass of whiskey and heard Sam call out good night.

Y/n’s POV

We got back to the bunker to find Dean slouched down in the same seat as earlier, but now guzzling down whiskey. Sam and I shared a look, what ever was bothering him when we left he still wasn’t over. I said goodnight to Sam and headed over towards my boyfriend.

“Hey,” I said as I sat down in the seat next to him, pouring my own glass of whiskey. “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he snapped bitterly. I placed my glass down and inched my chair closer to his, “What’s wrong?”

Dean looked up before quickly looking down again. He had an upset look on his face and seemed genuinely upset about something, “Nothing.”

“Dean, clearly something is wrong. Something seemed off before we left and something is definitely wrong now. Talk to me.”

Dean sighed, “I’m your boyfriend not Sam, in case you forgot.”

I snorted, wait was he actually serious? “Yes Dean, I’m aware that I’m dating you and not Sam. Why would you think that I’ve forgotten?”

“Because you spend so much time with him lately. You hang out with him more than you hang out with me. I feel like you like him more, that you like spending time with him more than you like spending time with me.”

“What?” I was shocked, how could he think that? “Dean, that’s just crazy. I don’t like Sam better than you. I’m dating you not him aren’t I? Yes, Sam and I have a lot in common and we like hanging out, but the same goes for you and I. The things Sam and I like to do are different than the things you and I like to do. The two of us, we pig out on junk food and jam out to rock music and watch Dr. Sexy. With Sam, we watch foreign films and listen to history podcasts. You guys are brothers, but have very different tastes, I’m lucky enough to have things that I love to do with both of you. You’re always welcome to join Sam and I, but we thought you’d have zero interest in doing so.”

Dean’s expression softened, “I love you babe, and I’m sorry if I haven’t been spending enough time with you lately.”

“It’s okay, I was just jealous.”

I smirked at him, “Well why don’t we go do something right now, just the two of us. We can do one of my favorite things to do with you and definitely not Sam.”

“I like the sound of that.”  

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Request: peter hale imagine where he takes your virginity unknowingly and then he finds out from the pack…. :) please x x

Author’s Note: I tried to make this really fluffy and cute c: I hope you enjoy it!!!

Warnings: Some sexual content


My lips were pressed hungrily to my boyfriend’s, my hands tugging on his hair, pulling his body down to mine as we fell back on my bed. I elicited a groan from his as I bit his bottom lip playfully, my legs coming up to rest by his sides so he could kneel between them. Peter’s lips left a hot trail down my neck and I let out a small whimper as he nipped at my collarbone. My hands roamed down his muscular chest, pulling at the hem of his shirt. He took it off quickly and I reached down for my own. Peter’s hand caught mine and he rested his forehead against me, both of us breathing heavily.

“Y/N, are you sure?” he asked. “We don’t have to-”

“Peter, I’m sure,” I insisted, cutting him off. His blue eyes met mine and I nodded to convince him further. “I want this. I want you, us.” He gave me a small grin and kissed me again, his hand tangling in my hair. He pulled off my shirt for me, his fingers caressing my sides and low growl rumbling in his chest. “Just…be gentle, okay?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he whispered. I smiled and pulled him back to me, losing myself in every touch, sensation, moan, and feeling; everything that was Peter.


Peter’s POV

“Where’s Y/N?” Stiles asked, pacing around the living room area of the loft. “She’s never late.” 

“Yeah, she’s typically early actually,” Scott added. “I hope everything is okay.” I rolled my eyes at them.

“She’s fine,” I said, my voice full of annoyance. “We had a…late night, last night. She probably just overslept, regaining her energy.” I smirked at the pack and a few gave me disgusted looks.

“You’re kidding, right?” Stiles asked, a shocked expression on his face.

“No? Why would I be kidding?” I shot him a look that indicated the stupidity of his question.

“Of all people, I never thought Y/N would lose it to you,” I heard Lydia mumble as she scrolled through her phone. I tensed up at her statement.

“What did you just say?” I asked, standing up from my perch on the staircase and taking a few steps toward the couch she was sitting on.

“Don’t take it so harsh,” she said, finally looking at me. “It was just an observation. You are significantly older than she is.”

“And evil!” Stiles added, gesticulating wildly. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to Lydia.

“Y/N is..a virgin?” 

Well, not anymore,” Lydia replied, giving me one of her infamous looks. I glared back at her. I watched as realization dawned on her. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You didn’t know.”

“She didn’t tell me!” I half-shouted, anger coursing through me. “She’s 20 years old!” Just as I started to pace, the door to the loft opened and Y/N rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late! I slept through my alarms this morning,” she said, pulling off her jacket. Everybody turned to stare at her, making her stop in her tracks. “What?” Concern replaced my anger and I strode over to her purposefully, my hands on her hips.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly, looking her up and down.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “I didn’t know you guys would worry so-”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were a virgin last night?” I interrupted, dropping my voice. “Did I hurt you? I was way too rough-”

“Peter, I’m fine,” she chuckled, placing her hands on my chest. “You didn’t hurt me last night. I promise.” I shook my head, not fully believing her words.

“I would have been so much more gentle, eased you into it,” I insisted, worry still in my eyes.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. I trusted that you wouldn’t hurt me, and you didn’t,” she explained. I pursed my lips, searching her eyes for any indication that she wasn’t being totally honest. “Last night was perfect.” I sighed and let a small grin cross my lips. Y/N smiled at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her body closer to mine.

“Ahem,” I heard behind us. I reluctantly pulled away and turned to see Derek standing there, one eyebrow raised, his arms crossed over his chest. The rest of the pack was staring at us with disgusted expressions. I rolled my eyes at all of them and turned to place a quick kiss to Y/N’s temple, noting the blush that had risen to her cheeks.

“I wish I could burn my eyes out of my head,” Stiles muttered, plopping down on the couch. Y/N laughed and I smirked, snaking my arm around her shoulders and moving to join the others. 

“Now you can teach me all kinds of fun things,” she whispered in my ear. I couldn’t help the small huff that left my lips and I turned to meet her eyes, my own widened slightly. Now she was smirking at me. 

“I heard that,” Derek said. 

Abducted 2 (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

Originally posted by moan-s

Originally posted by oscuroangelo

Request:  Make a part two of “Abducted (Liam Dunbar ft Theo Raeken Imagines)”

; Your most recent imagine is amazing! I cant wait for the second part! Would you mind tagging me or telling me! Ily and thanks! 💜

; Part 2 to abducted

A/N:  scottyboysbeta here it is! Hope you and everyone else likes it x

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I didn’t know how long i was in this place. I didn’t even knew who i was anymore. Was i still the same old y/n? Or did Theo do something to me? No matter how hard i try to remember, it doesn’t work. I can’t even remember who i was before waking up, strapped to the table. All i know is that i’m scared and confused.  

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Sorry, this is a little Laylor Drabble inspired from the Netflix launch party tonight. Nothing special, enjoy!

“Fuck!” Taylor ran around Laura Prepon’s hotel room, scrambling, throwing the discarded sheets and clothes around. They were going to be late. “Fuck! Fuck me!”

Laura peaked her head out from the bathroom, trying to see what the fuck her girlfriend was going on about. “fuck you? Again babe? But I just did and we’re going to be late.” Laura smirked. They were definitely going to be late and it was definitely her fault.

Taylor stopped, yesterday’s clothes clutched in her fists. “No. No, I can’t find my fucking bra. Where the fuck did you throw it last night?”

Laura shrugged. Like she was supposed to remember that. All she could remember was Paris, wine, lots of wine, and then Taylor’s lips and Taylor’s body underneath her’s. “Forget it,” Laura murmured as she walked up behind Taylor who was now looking underneath the bed.

“I can’t forget it, I NEED it, bras are important.”

Laura chuckled. “No they aren’t.”

Taylor stood up and crossed her arms across her chest shielding her naked breasts from a certain green gaze. “Well maybe not to perverts like you but they are to me.”

Laura moved, cat like, behind Taylor and wrapped her arms around we waist, kissing her shoulder, “You don’t need a bra, babe. We’ll find it later.” Laura ran her hands over Taylor’s arms, causing the other girl to drop her arms to her sides before Laura’s hand cupped her right breast, “You’re perfect. Don’t wear a bra. No one will notice and if they do, you’ll be making someone’s night.” Laura chuckled deep in her throat.

Taylor nodded. “Okay fine, I won’t wear it. But if I don’t wear one you have to not wear something, too.”

Laura shook her head, “oh no girl, these things are too big to go without a bra. I don’t have those perky small tv titties like you do.”

“I didn’t say bra,” Taylor bit her lip as her eyes darted down lower over her girlfriend’s figure, “panties Prepon, take ‘em off.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Who’s the pervert now?” Laura almost choked.

“I’m serious. Take em off and put em in my clutch. I want to walk that red carpet with your panties in my purse. I want to look at you on the red carpet and know you’re not wearing anything underneath that dress and that it’s all mine.”

Laura inhaled a shaky breath. “fuck.”

“do we have a deal?” Taylor quirked up her eyebrows and Laura hiked her skirt up to pull off her lacy panties.

“You’re going to pay for this, Schilling.” Laura said with a shake of her head.

“I plan on it, Prepon.” Taylor threw a wink over her shoulder at her girlfriend before disappearing into the bathroom to get her dress. Fuck, they were going to be late.

anonymous asked:

The Aomine angst really hit me in the kokoro and I'm wanting more!! That being said, could I possibly get Kagami + Haizaki + Aomine (poor guy) finding out that their fiance got in an accident and once they wake up, they don't remember who they [Kagami, Haizaki, Aomine] are?? Please and Thank you~ ^-^

WOW A LOT OF YOU REALLY LIKE YOUR ANGST, DON’T YOU D: But glad you like the Aomine angst xD Enjoy this one! -Admin Fyre


When he sauntered into the hospital room, the first thing he heard was your voice asking, “Who the hell are you?” in absolute bewilderment. He stared at you in mirrored surprise then laughed. “Oh, I get it. Satsuki put you up to this, didn’t she? Man, I was really worried there for a sec, ________.” But you still shook your head, and it was only then that the nurse finally interjected and told Aomine that you were suffering from amnesia. He gets angry then, refusing to believe it and accept it. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t possibly have forgotten me. It’s a joke, isn’t it?” It takes a couple of doctors to calm him down and several days for Aomine to realize there was no bringing back your memory, and he accepts that he could only take care of you as much as he could without making you uncomfortable with a stranger who loved you.


He came to visit you in the late afternoon, almost after visiting hours, so your first impression of him was of someone who’d simply walked into the wrong hospital room. You were startled by his appearance but politely asked him to leave. “Aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” he smirked. “I was just a little late. You feelin’ alright?” He tries to take a seat next to your bed, but when you flinch away from him he realizes something’s wrong. “What? What’d I do?” When the nurses come in and tell him about your condition, he’s shocked. “Wha—are you serious?” Upon confirmation, he goes into denial, refusing to believe it. “That’s gotta be a lie. You’re messing with me, right, ________? Don’t you remember me? You’re mine - and I won’t easily give up what’s mine.”


You’re startled (and a bit embarrassed) when you woke up and the first thing you saw was a large red-haired man you’ve never seen before sleeping on the chair by your side, his head in his arms on the bed. Your movement had woken him and the visitor’s badge on his shirt identified him as Kagami Taiga. He looked relieved to see you and laughed, saying, “Oh, you’re finally awake, ________, thank God.” However when he tries to hug you, you push him away, uncomfortable, and he thinks that he’d hurt you, and your doctor quickly comes in to tell him that your memory was in pieces. Kagami is quick to accept it, having seen many American TV shows with these situations, and tells you there’s only one thing for him to do now: “I’ll just make you fall in love with me again, ________.”

pls my kokoro can’t handle it

FIC: You Should Probably Stay (Kelliott, PG-13)

Kurt shows up unexpectedly at Elliott’s door. It works out well.

thanks to julia for inspiration and for existing ♥︎ also on ao3

Elliott has just put the kettle on to make more tea, when there’s a knock on his door. He frowns, because he’s not expecting anyone today, if he had, he would’ve put on pants. Oh well. He abandons the kettle and goes to open the door, revealing—Kurt. Who’s soaking wet. 

“I’m sorry,” Kurt blurts out before Elliott has a chance to say anything. “I was—well, never mind what I was, it was stupid, anyway. But it started raining, and—I was a lot closer to here than to my place.” He crosses his arms over his chest, doesn’t quite meet Elliott’s eyes. “Sorry if I’m intruding,” he adds, then falls silent. 

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Stupid Feelings (Ashton Irwin Imagine) Chapter 2

This was requested….like a lot so here is chapter 2! Keep telling me if you want more! I love feedback. It makes me happy! This is kind of a filler chapter, kind of not so bear with me. 

Word Count: 1,298

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Beep! Beep! Beep! My eyes opened slowly to the sound of my alarm blaring on my nightstand. I sat up and rubbed my red, swollen eyes, remembering the awful events that unfolded yesterday. I groaned and moved my aching body to the edge of the bed. My feet were placed on the cold wooden floor and goose bumps arose over my skin. I stood, only to wobble on my feet and fall back to the bed. I sighed and stood again, making my way over to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and proceeded to brush my teeth and undress. I stood in the shower for an extra few minutes, just thinking. Tears were welling up in my eyes, just like they had all last night. I was surprised I had any left. I ran through every scenario that could possibly unfold when we leave for the trip tomorrow. What if I tell him? What if he hates me? What if he and Beth are all gross and affectionate around me? Oh God, I am going to burst out in tears and then I’ll really be screwed.

After torturing myself with the possible rejection and misery I was about to face, I turned off the water and stepped out. The cold air hit my body in waves. I shivered as I dried the majority of my body with the towel. My hair fell in waves over my shoulders and the water droplets were sliding down my now dry back. I flipped it over and put it up in a towel for the time being. I was running a little late due to my extra-long shower, but I had enough time to do my make-up and hair correctly before I had to rush off to work for a day of running errands and answering phones. I threw on my black lace pantie and bra set followed by a white button down blouse and a beige pencil skirt. Normal attire for an assistant in a publishing company. Chime. I walked over to my nightstand and saw a text light up my screen. Ashton.

From: Ash

Hey Y/N! I am going to be at your place at 8am tomorrow! It’s about a four hour drive so we decided to carpool! There is plenty of room for you and your friend because all the girls are going in Beth’s car and you guys will be riding in the suburban with me and the guys! See you tomorrow jelly bean!

I smiled at my old nickname he gave me. Why does he have this effect on me? I set my phone down, fighting the urge to respond, and continued to get ready. Once my hair and makeup were done, I slipped on some 2 inch black pumps and headed out to my car.

After stopping at Starbucks to get my venti caramel latte and my boss’ tall nonfat soy vanilla latte, I finally arrived at the office. I walked in and headed to my desk to set mine down before running to the evil witch’s office.  

“Hello Miss Blair.” I said softly as I placed the coffee on her desk.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N. I left a stack of rough drafts I need you to read through by tomorrow so you better get to it.” She said coldly.

“Actually, I need to talk to you about tomorrow.” I said a little louder. .

“Yes?” She looked away from her computer and cocked an eyebrow.

“I need tomorrow off. It’s a last minute family matter that I need to attend to.” I lied shamelessly.

“Well then, it looks like you are going to have to work late tonight and finish them.” She smirked and I just nodded and left her office quickly. I went back to my desk and sat down to three 250 page rough drafts. You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Did the troll give you a hard time?” I heard the voice of Freddie, another assistant on my floor. He is a fun guy to talk to and I would consider him a really good friend. I even confided in him about Ashton. Yep, he knows absolutely everything, from when we met on the school bus to the second I fell in love with him.

“Yeah, she gave me all of this to finish by tomorrow, but I have to be somewhere tomorrow so I have to finish it tonight.” I groaned and slammed my head onto my desk. Lightbulb. “Oh my God, Fred. I need you to do me a huge favor.” I smiled as mischievous as I could and he cocked his head to the side.

“Ooookay?” He said hesitantly.

“I need you to be my boyfriend.” I said quickly.

“What?!” He whisper yelled so he didn’t disturb the office.

“Not my real boyfriend. My fake boyfriend. Only for this weekend. Please?!” I was pretty much graveling at this point. I needed a way to see if Ashton liked me the way I liked him, so if he gets jealous, then I know he does, and if not…well there it is.

“What do I get out of it?” He crossed his arms and smiled slightly.

“You get to pretend you have a hot girlfriend for three days.” I giggled shaking my butt in my chair. “And you get the pride of helping a friend make the love of her life jealous.”

“Oh, so this is to get Ashton to notice you.” He nodded his head in understanding. “Well, in that case, I’m in. I can’t stand another year of you pining for some guy who is too dumb to realize you love him.” He laughed. I slapped his shoulder and then pulled him in for a bug hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I jumped around in my little cubical and he chuckled at me. “Come over tonight and I’ll go over all the details?”

“Sure. Let’s just ride home together. I walked here anyway.” He whispered. I nodded and turned back to my desk before Blair came out and started screaming at me to get my work done.

Work passed by ever so slowly. I was surprised to find that I finished all of the manuscripts by the end of my normal work day so I was in an extremely chipper mood. I met Freddie by the elevator and we took it to the ground floor, quickly finding my car and heading back to my apartment. Once inside, I changed into some yoga pants and a t shirt while Fred just sat there in his work suit.

“I think I have some of Ashton’s clothes here if you want to change-” I started, but he cut me off.

“No, no it’s okay.” His bright smile stretched across his face. “Alright, so what is this ‘relationship’ going to involve?” He laughed while rolling his eyes.

“Well, we have to flirt a lot, and we are sleeping in the same room, and we may have to kiss a little. Basically do what you would do with a girlfriend.” I shrugged and he nodded.

“Alright, well we aren’t having sex.” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“No! Of course not!” I squealed.

“Well you said ‘do what you do with girlfriends’! I wasn’t sure!” We both began laughing.

“I was talking about the cute stuff!” I hit his shoulder and rolled my eyes at him.

“Okay, girlfriend. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled before pecking my lips lightly and standing up. My face flushed red and my mouth was agape. “Just practicing.” He smiled before exiting my room. I stood up quickly to yell after him.

“Be here at 7:45 tomorrow morning!” I shut my door and sat on my bed, thinking. What have I gotten myself into?

Nerffgun WAR

the whole crew where split up in to two ubers and on our way to a store to buy nerffguns. Earlier that day we all where in one of the conference rooms at the hotel that the magcon event took place and decided to have a nerff war before the event starts. We had already split us up in to teams. Me, Mahogany and Shawn where team Ebhagwn. Maybe not the most creative name. Nash, Cameron and Matt where team Masheron and the Jack’s, Cater and Hayes where team jhayter with a silent J.

In our uber my team and Cameron and Nash. Me and Nash sat in the back and the other guys in the middle seat and Cameron in the front seat jamming to Beyonces song yonce. Nash took up his phone and started to do an instagram video and explaining what was going down. Then he put the camera on me

- I’m going for little miss y/n here, he said pushing the camera in to my face.

- May the best team win!

Nash put down the phone in his pocket and the put he’s arm around me. I don’t really know how I fell about Nash. He is 2 years younger than me and he really have the best rumours about him. We haven’t really DTR yet, we flirt constantly but non of us had really made a move. I met Nash true Shawn when we was working on some songs. Nash had asked me out and we have been hanging out for a while now.

The car stops and everyone got out the car and walk into the store. Nash jumped in to one of the carts. I took the handles and started pushing him towards the toys. The other boys where already there and they where picking out the guns. Nash flew out of the cart and took the biggest gun he could find. Say hello to my little friend, Cameron said and started to fake shoot at Nash. Is that what you say when you pee to? I asked with a smirk on my face. Just wait until late, I coming for you y/n! he said with a low voice.

When we all had picked are weapon we headed back to the hotel and went over the rules.

Rule number 1: if you are shot your out.

Number 2: last man/ team standing wins.

Number 3: you can not leave the floor, if you do the you are disqualified.

The teams gathers and went over the tactic. ”Okay, we have to win this and take out all the other” I had never seen Shawn so competitive. I looked over at Nash and our eyes met and he blew me a kiss. Just remember don’t shoot the red bandana, that’s our team Mahogany said before she ran of in the corridor.

The lights went off and a loud honk echoing and the war begun. I walked round a corner and hid behind a few cardboard boxes. You could hear all the other one running around screaming and yelling.

 All of the suddent I could fell someone grabbing my arm and pushing me up against the wall. At first I got really scared but then when I looked up I could see a pair of bright blue eyes. Got you! Nash said and dropped his gun on the floor. I looked at him for a while before he slowly moved his head closer. He stopped just before are lips touch and I could fell his warm breath on my lips. I gave him a smile and then pull out my nerffgun pushing it in he’s side. No Nash I got you I whispered. He looked at me and gave me a big smile. 


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The Green Dress - Canon Olicity Fanfic

@somewhatinvisible said: “Why are there not more Oliver’s reaction to Felicity’s green dress fics? I know we’re all freaking out over his actions concerning his son, the mid season finale and everything, but focus on the positive side. She wore his color. They’re their own team wearing team colors. I’m slight upset about the lack of fics.”

So… inspired by that, I give you this. Its PG-13 for sure, not exactly explicit but possibly nsfw? This is just a rough quick little thing. Sorry, enjoy! :D

Canon Olicity set during the crossover of Flash 2.8 & before Arrow 4.8

The Green Dress

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