Finally finished it!! Only took me like two days but it’s fine ~(>_<~)
I honestly can’t decide on a ship name for them that I like. I initially like Ruby Slippers, but I think I like Rose Garden more at this point. I made Oscar look older than he probably is but idgaf so fight me (ง •̀_•́)ง
prompt- reader×earth 2 harrison wells where the reader works as a scientist with team flash and outsmarts harrison on a problem he’s been trying to solve for days. Flirty-ness ensues and cisco makes some kind of pun to pick on them, ie:gives them a ship name or says he ships it ect. by @sorchathequeen
A/N: I do not do the science well apologies if I made a mistake lol
“You don’t want to go in there. Harry is in one of his moods today.” Cisco said as he looked up from the computer he was sitting at.
“He still working on that problem? The same one he has been trying to solve for days?” Y/N asked as she peeked into the room in question.
“Yep, and he is super pissed. So for your own safety you should probably take cover.” Cisco joked as he returned his attention to his work.
Y/N quietly entered the room in question and surveyed the problem Harrison was currently working on. She stood just inside the door and carefully studied the writing on the board. Harrison was sitting in a chair crunching some numbers trying desperately to get the answer he needed.
She stood there for a minute before noticing what the problem is. “That sign is wrong.” The words came out before she could even think. Harrison paused where he was sitting. “What did you just say?” He said, turning to look at her.
“That sign is wrong. You have a minus sign where there should be a plus and that is throwing that answer off which is affecting your entire problem.” Y/N explained.
Harrison opened his mouth to get mad at her when he noticed she was correct. He got up and made the changes and finished the problem in a very short amount of time.
“You’re welcome, by the way.” Y/N said with a wide smirk.
“Fresh eyes was all it was.” Harrison muttered as he continued working. Y/N just smiled
“Anytime you need my eyes, sweetie, you just ask.” She laughed. Harrison didn’t look up, but the corners of his mouth lifted a bit.
“Hey, when you guys get married, can you adopt me?” Cisco called from the room next door.
“Can it, Ramone.” Harrison called out with the small soft smile still on his face.
When your lady friend uses your pet name for the reservation.
Yeah I ship it. They probably argue a lot. I’d imagine this date was going pretty well until an argument broke out and the police had to be called.
And then your boyfriend doesn’t like the way the cop is grabbing you, THEY start arguing, he kicks the cop’s ass, and then the OTHER cop’s ass and you forget what you were arguing about cause damn does he look good beating down a cop while in a suit.
I call this, “all the knights are a lil bit in love with merlin part 6″ aka that time Lancelot was thinking about protecting merlin (not arthur for gwen because why would he have sacrificed himself if that were the case? merlin was going to take arthur’s place therefore arthur would have been fine and dandy so he did it to save merlin)
Request/Summary: “The classic one where you’re an ensemble member but then (since its been Christmas time) you mention how you’ve never been really into Christmas parties or Christmas anything and being the Christmas enthusiastic Jordan is he changes your mind”-Anonymous
I tweaked the request a little bit so that it revolved around New Years, so sorry if you hate me now.
Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Warnings: Maybe cussing.
A/N- Look at this gif. Also, happy New Year. Have fin watching 2016 burn and die.
Also, @say-whaaaat tried to help me with 11:00 but eventually I just gave up and made it not exist, but thanks anyway Ruby. She’s also come to the conclusion that Jordan and my ship name is Jorphie. I’ve gotten about 99 (WHAT) new followers in the past two days (As I’m queuing this), so welcome. Enjoy this awkward and strange creature some call Sophie, we love to have you here.
You walked off the stage after belting out ‘Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?’ and taking your bow with the rest of the cast.
“Hey, you coming to New Year’s Eve at Javi’s?” Alysha asked, jogging up and clapping your back.
“He invited me but I think I’ll just stay home and see how long I can stay awake, I’m such a grandma I’ll probably be out by ten.” You chuckled.
“What?!” A new voice joined the conversation. You felt those annoying butterflies again in your gut at the familiar tone and smiled involuntarily as Jordan appeared beside you.
“You’re not going?” He asked in disbelief. You shook your head.
“You have to!” Alysha complained.
“I got this Deslorieux.” He stated cockily, throwing an arm across your shoulders.
“I trust you, Fisher.” She saluted him playfully, and broke off from your small group for her dressing room.
“Please!” He pleaded childishly, drawing out the word.
“If that’s all you have to try to convince me to go then you’ll definitely fail.” You laughed.
“There’ll be alcohol and singing, and staying up ‘late’. At least in your book, grandma.” He added teasingly. “Oh. And best of all, kissing.” He grinned, tantalizingly aiming kisses toward your cheek as you leaned away from him.
“Oh Thayne. You’re too much.” He teased, his voice extremely high in an attempt to impersonate you. He pretended to flip his nonexistent long hair, “Jasperson, you rascal!” He continued between the relentless teasing kisses that never made it to your skin.
“Stop it.” You giggled, pushing him to the side lightly, causing his arm to drop from your shoulder. Your eyes landed on your other castmate, whose brow was furrowed as he tilted his head in confusion.
“Hi Thayne.” You greeted as you and Jordan walked past him, continuing to walk around aimlessly backstage. His arm found its way back around your shoulders as he went on in his mission to get you to go to the party.
“C’mon, you need to get out more anyway, when was the last time you were somewhere other than here or your apartment?” He asked.
“Yesterday, I was at the grocery store.” You defended.
“Ooh, the grocery store, how adventurous.” He taunted, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“Fine. I’ll go. But only so that you quit bugging me about it.” You grumbled.
“Yes!” He cheered.
“Now get off me, I need to change.” You ordered, pushing him away from you and walking into your dressing room, which you had conveniently ended up next to.
“Can I watch?” He joked. Your brain of course said I won’t stop you. But your mouth instead responded “Nope.” Before you shut the door on him.
You knocked on Javi’s door with a yawn, positive you weren’t going to make past the next hour without falling asleep on his couch.
“(Y/N)! You’re here!” He exclaimed as he opened the door for you.
“Hey.” You yawned again as he ushered you inside. The entirety of the main cast was there but you were one of only five or six ensemble members that could make it.
“(Y/N)!” Jordan greeted excitedly, jumping up next to you. “I thought you were gonna bail!”
“I already…” You yawned again. “Said I would come.”
“You need to shave.” You commented, running your pointer finger along his jaw.
“Jesus, you’re blunt when you’re tired. And besides, I like the scruff.” He pouted. “Hey why’re you so tired? Our shows end around ten every night.”
“A) It’s my day off and B)I always take a nap during intermission.” You answered.
“Tis the way of champions.” A new voice agreed from behind you.
“Diggs!” You exclaimed, turning around and hugging him. “I missed you!”
“I thought you were out traversing the world with your band.” You said as you pulled away from the hug.
“Yeah, we were near by so Javi texted.” He shrugged.
“Mmhmm.” Diggs hummed in confirmation. A silence dragged on between them for a few seconds.
“Well. That was awkward.” You stated.
“Yep.” They both said simultaneously, before they each laughed awkwardly.
“Well, I’m gonna go catch up with the rest of the cast. Have fun kids.” Daveed joked, turning on his heel and walking off.
“How old is he?” Jordan asked after a little bit.
“Thirty-four.” You answered. “Why? You interested?” You teased, elbowing him playfully.
“No. Just curious. He called us kids…” Jordan trailed off.
“I’m tired.” You whined.
“Grandma.” Daveed and Jordan joked at the same time, elbowing you from opposite sides synchronously.
“You two are getting awfully close.” You grumbled as they burst out laughing. Jordan left to get you the food you had ordered him to bring you a while ago.
“That Jordan kid is pretty cool.” Daveed commented, turning to you. “He’s got his eyes on you, you know.”
“What makes you say that?” You scoffed.
“Not to sound cliche but it’s the way he looks at you. It’s in his eyes. He’s so obvious too, I’m not sure how you’re missing it.” Diggs pointed out. Jordan came back with a bag of chips in hand before you could answer. You eagerly took the chips from him. Trying to pretend the conversation you’d had with Daveed simply didn’t exist. Jordan slid his arm around your waist as you opened the bag. You pulled out a chip but he stopped you.
“Ah. There’s a tax.” He told you, plucking the chip from your fingers and popping it into his mouth. You stuck your tongue out at him before reaching into the bag and taking out a new chip. Your eyes caught on Daveed raising his eyebrows at you. You narrowed your eyes and glared at him in response.
“So, still wishing you hadn’t come?” Jordan asked.
“Okay. Fine. This isn’t so bad.” You sighed.
“Not-so-bad is the word choice of weaklings. By the end of the night you’ll be as much of a holiday enthusiast as I am.” He challenged.
“You overestimate your abilities Fisher.”
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?” The entire cast sang together, raising your champagne glasses in a toast. In celebration of the beginning of the new year, or in celebration of the end of the old one. You all sang and watched as the television reporters prepared to count down.
“And ther’s a hand, my trusty friend, And gie’s a hand o’ thine; We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne.” The ending note resonated throughout the room and you leaned your head into Jordan’s shoulder, who had his arm latched around you yet again.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven,” Everyone counted along with the people in Times Square, only a few miles away, whose voices played through Javi’s crappy stereo.
“Four, three, two, one-” You prepared to yell out ‘happy new year!” With the rest of the cast but you were cut off but a pair of lips against your own. Your eyes widened in surprise and you froze. His hand moved to your lower back and yours gravitated to his scruff as you finally kissed him back. The cheering of everyone around you at the arrival of the new year filled your ears and sent shivers down your spine as you continued to kiss Jordan, unable to let him go after waiting this long. A new cheer erupted from the cast as someone yelled out some obscure word that didn’t sound like English- didn’t sound like any language. When you had finally pulled away from Jordan, you found the entire cast staring at you.
“W-What was that?” You cleared your throat, referring to whatever had been called out as you and Jordan kissed.
“It’s your ship name.” Sasha told you with a grin. You let out a nervous laugh before turning back to Jordan.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, his cheeks turning pink.
“Yes?” You responded, your own cheeks taking on a rosy hue.
“You wanna go to dinner sometime?” He asked. “With me I mean, you eat dinner every night, I mean hopefully you do, if you don’t then you shou-”
“Yes. I want to go to dinner sometime. With you.” You cut him off, stepping closer and letting your hand rest on his chest. He swooped around behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso.
“You know, despite my previous beliefs, I actually did have fun tonight.” You admitted, swaying idly with him.
“Hey it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re welcome.” He sang teasingly.
Its pretty obvious what this is about because of the title :) @psychoticbloodsuckerimagines I really just made up names in this too XD and I couldn’t really help my shipping feels either, sorry guys. :( :) Keep in mind this is still an imagine so it isn’t supposed to be accurate :)
Great, a bathroom. Just where Kai wanted to end up after he conquered death. In frustration, he let out a sigh and looked around. It was hot because of the little vent in the floor spitting out hot air under his feet. At least it smelled clean, he just had to look at the bright side of things. The sink and the toilet were spotless so maybe he ended up in a fancy person’s bathroom, hey he couldn’t complain now.
And with the mirror hanging above the sink, it was revealed to him he looked as perfect as he did before he died. Minus the bloody suit and gashes in his neck. He was wearing a tight black shirt with a leather jacket hung over his shoulders and blue skinny jeans with combat boots on his feet. Kai shrugged the sudden wardrobe change off and ran his fingers through his hair and snapped at himself. “Hot as hell.” He grinned to himself and looked down at his fingers.
Haha XD I’ve been shipping this two like a few short weeks after I made my FallenTale AU XD XD For me it’s darn CUTE!!! Imagine my FallenTale Sans who seems to be all straight & tough and yet he grew a massive crush on his Alternate counterpart. Sometimes, it’s nice to see a dominant looking fella who’s actually pretty submissive to another submissive fella XD XD (ya get what Im saying? XD) Anyways, this is not really canon to my AU XD
Dear Nonnie, thank you so much for suggesting this. I had no idea how much I needed Rex posed like a shoujo protagonist in my life until I started drawing it. I think I giggled the entire time. :’D Pose ref here.
The girl looked different now: she was wearing clean clothes, her face and hair weren’t covered in dirt anymore, and she seemed a lot healthier than she had on the ship. She looked older now, maybe as old as Regina. The condition she’d been in on the ship had made her look younger, but Regina was still sure she was the same girl she had seen back then; she could’ve remembered her smile decades later.
“I’m Emma,” the girl said, the smile never leaving her lips. “What’s your name?”
“She doesn’t talk,” the Prince explained, and for the first time after losing her speaking abilities, Regina really wanted to speak for herself. For some unexplainable reason, she wanted to get to know the girl more than anything.