not sure if i like this edit but oh my god i love this picture

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"I work as a florist and every day you walk in , buy one flower and give it to me" AU because yesterday I realised you were one of my favorite stucky writers!

Steve meets Bucky Barnes on Valentine’s Day, because God has a particularly cruel sense of humor.

— —

“You’re charging /how much/ for roses?” the man — later revealed as Bucky Barnes — asks.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Steve says as an explanation, then sighs as he rings the man up on the cash register. “Don’t worry, your sweetheart will like them anyway.”

The man snorts.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Not for my sweetheart, for my sister. She’s in high school, and this asshole guy’d been leading her on for months, and all we could do was watch while she pined after this little fuck. Meanwhile, this guy’s having her edit his essays, drive him places… You know, the shit that asshole high school guys do when they’re going on a power trip. Anyhow, yesterday he asks out this girl right in front of my sister, asks her if she’s happy for him, which of course she’s not. She gets home, my mom calls me, and we hang out and watch rom coms together, and that’s when we come up with the plan.”

“The plan?” Steve asks, leaning in a little closer.

The guy smiles, almost sheepishly. “Her math teacher is a friend of mine from undergrad, so I call him up. These flowers, a few cards, and a big ol’ box of chocolates are gonna be on her desk.”

“Lemme guess, the asshole sits next to her?”

He grins. “Indeed, he does.”

“She’s in on it, right?”

He nods. “‘Course, it’d be weird if she wasn’t. She’s gonna tell everyone that they’re from her overnight camp boyfriend or something, who has been begging to get back together with her. I dunno, she’s got the whole thing set up, but she promises me that it’s gonna make this jack ass jealous, and that’s the important thing.”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, it is,” he says. “Bet your girlfriend is jealous, too,” Steve asks, and okay. He’s fishing a bit.

The guy raises an eyebrow. “Actually, I’m single right now,” he says. “I’ve got all these grand romantic gestures stored up with no outlet. It’s a real problem.”

“What a problem to have,” Steve says. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers on Valentine’s Day, in any context. And that’ll be $42.88.”

“Ouch,” the guy says as he inserts his debit card into the chip reader. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Steve,” Steve says, then adds, “but you probably could’ve gathered that from the name tag.”

Bucky chuckles. “Thanks Steve,” he says as he takes his card out and puts it in his wallet.

“No problem,” Steve says, handing the flowers over to Bucky. “And good luck with your grand gesture.”

“Thanks,” he says, taking the flowers. He pauses, and pulls a rose out of the bunch. “Here,” he says, handing it to Steve.

“What?” Steve asks.

Bucky moves it a little closer to Steve. “A flower. Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

“Oh, uh…” Steve says, taking it. “Thanks,” he says, a little lost for words.

“You’re welcome,” Bucky says. “Though it’s not quite a grand romantic gesture.”

Steve shrugs, trying not to blush. “It’s sweet,” he says.

Bucky just smiles and leaves the store.

— —

He comes back in the next day. “One tulip,” he says, bringing a yellow tulip up to the counter.

“Sure thing,” Steve says, then asks, “How’d the gesture go?”

“Perfectly,” Bucky says. “By the end of the day, he was telling her that he regretted everything, and she was telling him that she’s too good for him.”

Steve can’t help but smile. “Good to know, and that’s $4.21.”

Bucky pays with his debit card. “Yeah, gotta focus my energies elsewhere now,” he says.

“Good luck with that,” Steve says, handing him the flower.

“Thanks,” Bucky says, then hands the tulip back to Steve. “Enjoy the flower!” he says, before leaving the store.

Steve stands there, eyebrows furrowed, looking at the flower in his hand. “What?” he mutters to himself.

— —

It keeps happening.

Bucky comes in, he buys a flower — a different one every day — and hands it to Steve. If he doesn’t come in, he orders one online with the direction “give to Steve, please.”

“This is ridiculous,” Steve says after a month.

“I’m supporting a local, independently-run business,” Bucky responds as he hands Steve an amaryllis. “It’s the right thing to do.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve amends, but he takes the flower anyway.

— —

He’s started keeping them in his apartment as a mismatched, ever-changing arrangement. When a flower starts to wilt, he presses one of the petals and keeps it in a little book.

He sort of loves it.

He also sort of loves Bucky, but that’s a different story.

— —

They get to know each other, even though they just talk for a few minutes a day. Bucky is an architect who lives a few blocks away and passes by the flower shop on the way to work. He spends a lot of time with his mom and his sister (his dad isn’t in the picture), and he likes cheesy movies but not cheese — he’s lactose intolerant.

“We have that in common,” Steve says.

“Then it’s a good thing that I’m giving you flowers and not chocolates,” Bucky says as he hands him a peony.

Steve takes it and gives it a sniff. He really does like the smell of peonies. “What’s your endgame here?” Steve asks. “It’s been four months.”

Bucky shrugs, smiling. “Dunno,” he says. “I honestly don’t. I just wanted you to have fun.” He pauses and shoves his hands in his pockets. “If it gets annoying—“

“It’s not,” Steve says, too quickly. “It’s not annoying,” he says.

Bucky looks up, smiling. “Alright then,” he says.

“See you tomorrow?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods. “See you tomorrow.”

— —

When Bucky walks into the shop on Valentine’s Day, his face lights up.

“Steve?” he asks, looking at the flower arrangement in the middle of the shop and the accompanying valentine, made from the dried petals of 365 flowers.

“I thought you could use a gesture,” Steve says. “And a date for tonight?” he adds on, hopeful.

“Are these…?” Bucky asks.

“The flowers, I saved a petal from each one.”

“Oh my God,” Bucky says, looking down and biting his bottom lip. “I’m gonna have to step up my game if we’re gonna start going out,” he says.

“So that’s a yes?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods. “Yeah,” he says. “That’s a yes.”

8

Now let’s go to sleep, I have a feeling I’ll be late for school tomorrow…

(spoiler alert, she couldn’t even sleep, she squealed in her bed until her alarm went off… and so did he) 

it took me…. so long…… to finish this….. it wasn’t supposed to get this long, holy shit……….

ANYWAY, ANON WHO REQUESTED A REVEAL, I hope you like this… I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s what i could do. also please pretend you can’t notice i had no idea what i was doing 

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Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO  MASTERLIST

You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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Catch Me (Day 7)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

@avengerstories​ - thank you for editing this you queen :)

Day 6

Originally posted by musicfixyou

“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

“What is it this time?”

“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”

“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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Jealous ~ Peter Parker

Request: Hi, love your writing! Can I get a Peter Parker imagine where the reader and Peter are best friends and he likes her so for her birthday he takes her to meet all the Avengers at the tower and she’s a really big fan/crush on Cap and Bucky and it makes Peter jealous and you can decide the rest. Thank you doll

Word count: 1,018

Relationship; Peter Parker X Female!reader, Feat Bucky Barnes, and Captain America 

Warnings: Jealous Peter, Kissing, minor swearing

A/N: I had this take place at the new Avengers facility since in homecoming they moved to a new location


“Peter can I take off the blindfold now” I whined as he grabbed my hand leading me somewhere for my birthday.

“No, Y/N if you took it off now it wouldn’t be a surprise” He replied. I didn’t even need to see him know he had a stupid smirk on his face.

“Ugh, Peter you know I hate surprises and you” I sighed, as we continued to walk. I probably looked

“Well that’s unfortunate because you’re going to love me in about two minutes” he laughed. I heard him push open a door, and he briefly let go of my hand and placed it on my back, swiftly pushing me into wherever the hell he was taking me.

“Peter Benjamin Parker I swear to go if you don’t take this blindfold off soon I’m going to-” I was cut off by Peter coming from behind me and slowly taking off the blindfold. “Peter” I whispered.

“Yes Y/N” he laughed

“Are we at the new Avengers base” I squeaked as I tried not to freak out.

“What does it look like” he retorted laughing at me, probably because I looked like a five year on Christmas day. I saw a jet start to take off and I practically sprinted to the window watching fly away faster than I’ve ever seen anything go. Peter was definitely right about me loving him after I found out my surprise. I turned on my heel and I ran back to Peter practically pouncing on him wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him so tight I pretty sure he was having trouble breathing.

“Thank you so much, Peter” I mumbled into his neck. I pulled from the hug, to see Peter as red as a tomato, and I could feel my cheeks start to heat up too, so I quickly looked down at my feet.

“So you must be the birthday girl” I heard from behind. I whipped around to see Bucky Barnes and Captain America. I felt the urge to scream and run away since I’ve been obsessed with them since I was literally 9.

“Oh my god, this is not happening right now, Peter you did not do this for me” I squealed, and Peter gave me a warm smile.

“So how old are you turning” I heard Bucky ask.

“16” I blurted out, still trying to process what was happening right now.

“Pete watch out looks like your little girlfriend here can drive you around soon” Captain laughed and I’m pretty Peter’s face managed to get redder than before. I laughed, not even denying the girlfriend because honestly, I wanted to be his girlfriend, but no way in hell I would ever tell anyone that. I watched as the captain took off his mask revealing his gorgeous face.

“Holy shit he’s was hotter in person,” I said under my breath. I definitely think Peter heard because I heard him sigh, and when I turned around he quickly looked at the floor.

“Do you want to get some pictures?” Bucky asked. I practically passed out right there and then. I quickly handed Peter my phone and I went in the middle of them. We took a ton of pictures with different poses. I even got to hold Cap’s shield which was the coolest thing I’ve ever done in my life. When I looked up at Peter he looked pretty annoyed. Cap leaned down and whispered into my ear

“You know he likes you more than a friend right”?

“No he doesn’t, that’s crazy he’s just my best friend” I argued, feeling the blood rush my cheeks.

“Trust me Y/N, I’ve been around a long time, and Peter is head over heels for you” He assured.

“Really” I questioned

“Yes,” I heard Bucky laugh.

“He’s been giving us the death glare the past twenty minutes” Cap chuckled.

“What should I do,” I asked

“Make a move, of course, I mean only if you feel the same way” Cap replied smiling at me.

“I would just kiss him, it makes life way easier, then you don’t have to admit anything” Bucky chuckled. After giving me a small pep talk They both gave me hugs and went off to do whatever they do in their free time I guess. Which made me want to know what they were doing, but who cares.

“Thank you so much for this Peter,” I said pulling him into another hug.

“It’s no problem” He mumbled his voice laced with jealousy.

“Peter there is no reason to be jealous” I blurted out.

“I’m not jealous” He insisted turning away from me. I decided to go with what Bucky said to do since it seemed to be the easiest so I quickly moved to I’d be facing him and I grabbed his face and slammed my lips to his. Funny thing was it didn’t even take him that kong to kiss back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. My skin felt on fire everywhere he touched, and his soft plump lip felt like heaven on mine. Eventually, I pulled away for air. Peter still had his eyes closed and I looked up and I saw Bucky and Cap giving me a thumbs up from the second story of the building and I smiled.

“That was the best Birthday present ever” I giggled.

“I pretty sure that was more of a present for me” Peter corrected

“That’s debatable” I challenged grabbing his hand as we walked out of the facility. That was by far the best birthday I’ve ever had and I think the best I’ll ever have.

Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”

***

When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.

***

Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

Every Other Freckle

Anonymous asked: This might seem a bit odd, but I was wondering if you could write one where the reader helps Bucky out with his Tinder profile? ty xx

A/N: I’ve never used Tinder. So, like, hopefully I described it well enough? Hah… hope you enjoy!!:)

Originally posted by elaacreditava

Your previous job (before becoming an Avenger) was a social media manager for an internet company. Because of your knowledge of social media and the internet in general, Bucky was embarrassed to say that you were the first person he thought of when trying to set up a Tinder. 

Natasha told him about it and he thought it was the most idiotic thing anyone could come up with. “What happened to good ol’ meeting on a night out? Buying a drink for a lovely lady?” 

“People don’t do it that way anymore, Bucky.” 

He downloaded the app on his phone and realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. After seeing your profile, he realized that you had one too. That’s when his plan went into action and that’s how he ended up here, standing in the doorway of your room while you finished some assignments for your college classes.

You looked up, taking the pencil out of your mouth and sliding your glasses to the top of your head, “What’s going on?” 

Bucky took a deep breath, walking in and closing the door to your room, “If I ask you this favor, will you please keep it a secret?” 

You rose an eyebrow, keeping your eyes concentrated on his lips while he continued to speak, “(Y/N)?”

“Huh? Wha- oh yeah, what do you need help with?” You stuttered your way through, pretending that you weren’t just admiring Bucky’s plump lips and wondering what they tasted like. 

“Tinder.” 

Your heart sank just a bit. 

“Tinder? Why?” 

Bucky sighed, “Because Natasha said it’ll… help me… find someone.” 

You smiled warmly, noticing how Bucky’s voice became quieter with every word. Find someone? Does that mean he’s looking to settle down with someone? Or is he just looking for hookups? You doubted that that was the case, because despite everything he’s been through, he values family and love much more than most people do nowadays. 

Bucky’s face was now very red and you could tell how embarrassed he was. You almost became embarrassed for him, but you realized it’s entirely normal and put your hand out for his phone. 

He unlocked it and handed it to you, allowing you to open the Tinder app and see that he’s already signed in. 

“Okay, well first thing is you need a different profile picture.” You said, eyeing the picture of Bucky with his face half hidden and his eyes looking a dark gray while hair fell in front of them. 

“What’s wrong with the one I have now?” He said, genuinely curious with no venom behind his words at all. 

You giggled, “You need to be able to see your face. Stand up by the lamp, I’ll take a better one.” 

Bucky did as you told, and before you took the picture, you ran your fingers through his hair and straightened his posture as much as possible. “Okay, now smile.” 

When the smile didn’t meet his eyes, you let out a small sigh, “Think of something that makes you happiest, then revert those emotions to your lips. Show teeth.” You never thought you’d be giving advice on how to smile to Bucky. 

“This is weird.” He muttered. 

“Online dating is always weird.” You muttered back, readjusting his hair again and watching as he spread a wide smile across his face, one stretching across your own as he did so. 

Without saying a word, you reopened the Tinder app and cropped the picture appropriately. You sat back on your bed and grinned at the picture. “Okay, next step; what do you want in your ‘About Me’ section?” 

“What do you put there?” Bucky was now looking over your shoulder, his cologne invading your nostrils while you tried not to think about how close he was to you. 

“In mine,” you paused and opened your own Tinder app, “I put, ‘Hey I’m (Y/N)! I work hard and play harder. Still new to the city but I’m enjoying every second of it! I love to laugh, travel, and really wish I did more karaoke. Let’s get a pizza’.” 

“Do you know me well enough to write mine for me?” Bucky gave you a half smile, attempting to coax you into doing something you had already been doing in your head for a solid two minutes. 

“Sure.” 

Quickly, your fingers typed across Bucky’s keyboard. He continued to read over your shoulder while you pressed each key. His laugh sounded in your ear every time you put a joke and erased it when he protested lightly. 

“Okay, ‘My friends say I’m one hell of a guy. Ex-soldier, future lover. Also, I have a metal arm’.” You giggled, watching him cover his face. 

“Did you really have to mention the future lover part?” He grimaced, but still held a smile on his face. 

“That’s your intentions, ain’t it? To find love?” You said, and suddenly your heart swelled. 

You’ve easily had a crush on Bucky ever since you started here, and the fact that he is finally putting himself out there kind of broke your own heart. It’s not like you could ever say anything though, you live together and if anything happened, it would be the most awkward living situation you’ve ever been through. 

He shrugged, “I guess.” 

You smiled, “Then swipe away, my friend. Anyone you find cute and interesting.” 

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, doll. If this works then I’ll thank you forever.” 

Bucky rushed out of the room and you laughed, reopening your books and attempting to resume your assignment. 

An hour had passed, your mind went other places and with a groan of frustration, you picked up your phone and opened your own Tinder app. 

“Gotta get over him.” You whispered to yourself, swiping through potential dates and stopping suddenly when you came across Bucky’s profile.

So much for getting over him. 

Without second thought, you swiped right with a smile. If he asks, you’ll say it was a joke. 

However, in big white letters the words “It’s a Match!” displayed across the screen. 

Confused, you stood up and walked through the halls of the tower, straight to Bucky’s room where he sat on his bed. 

“Did you right swipe me as a joke too?” You said, trying to make your voice sound a lot less nervous than you actually were. 

He shook his head, “You said anyone I find cute and interesting.” 

You rose an eyebrow, “But-” 

“We matched, didn’t we? Should we get to each other a little more?” His demeanor had shifted from seemingly oblivious to undeniably slick. 

“Did you- did you set this whole thing up just for that?” You wanted to laugh, almost in disbelief, but you kept your composure as best as possible. 

“You can’t prove that.” 

“How did you know I’d swipe right on you?” Oh god. Oh my god he knows that you’re interested in him. 

“I have my ways.” With that, you smacked his chest lightly with a pillow, causing him to yell over-dramatically. You got on your knees and hit him again and again, laughter falling between you two. 

He grabbed another pillow and hit you back, causing you to fall backwards onto his fluffy comforter while he fell beside you. 

“So does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” Bucky asked, now out of breath. 

“I don’t know,” you stood suddenly, throwing the pillow at him, “message me on Tinder and we’ll find out.” You rushed out of his room and back to yours, grabbing your phone off your bed and looking at your messages. 

Sure enough, there was a message from Bucky simply reading, ‘Hey ;)’.

college! au shidge

I may not yet be in college but I am however still a student and really I just pulled these from my butt and accidentally ended up writing a fic ok anyways

  • shiro’s staring dumbfounded at his best friend’s little sister who managed to jump three whole years into his grade like H O W
  • them at the library and pidge cursing her smolness and shiro just hoists her up on his shoulder to the right shelf
  • for some reason they have a lot of classes together. A LOT.

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No emotion. Just sex.

You rolled off Jack, collapsing on the bed beside him as you tried catching your breath. Your head still spinning from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.

“wow.” Jack breathed out, his chest heaving up and down, “that was incredible”

“I.Know” you breathed out, a dopey smile on your face.

You and Jack were close, and there’s always been something between the two of you ever since you met a few months back. Some sort of tension, but neither of you acted on it ever, especially with Jack and Jack being so popular, and your acting, you were both so busy, and constantly in someones spotlight, neither of you really wanted to bring some complicated relationship into the mix, since the two of you weren’t sure what was there. The two of you didn’t want to ruin your new friendship either, but one night at a party that logic went out the window when the two of you, both having a few drinks, snuck off upstairs and fooled around. Now here you are, 4 months later.

You sighed, getting out of the bed and searching for your clothes.

“what are you doing?” Jack whined from the bed, giving you puppy eyes as he watched you pull on your panties and bra and wiggle into your shorts, searching for your shirt now.

“I told you today had to be quick. I’ve got that music video today” 

“oh…right” he spoke, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts.

The two of you talked while you walked through the house, grabbing a piece of toast in the kitchen and heading out, Jack walking you to your car.

“alright beautiful, kill it today at the music video.” he smiled, resting his hands on the top of the car, your door open, and leaning down.

“I’ll try” you smiled. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it can’t be that hard, I doubt I’ll have any lines.” you laughed.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great.” he smiled, leaning in and kissing you before closing the door and watching you drive off.

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When you arrived on the set you walked around. You hadn’t really heard much about this, all you know is that the artist requested you be considered for the part, according to your manager, who was more than thrilled, saying it would be a good ‘experience’ when being considered for other parts in movies and shows.

Your manager, Tyler, met you at the door as soon as you walked in.

“hey (y/n). Good to see you” he spoke, hugging you. Tyler was cool as shit, and definitely watched out for you, like a protective older brother, so you trusted him when it came to this part.

“yeah, I’m pretty excited for this actually” you smiled at him as you two started to walk through the place.

“I think you’ll love this actually” he smiled.

“yeah, I hope so. I just really wanna meet the artist. I mean, to be like personally requested.” you gushed.

“oh yeah, well he thought you’d fit the part perfectly for what he had in mind. He’s actually changing I believe, but let’s go talk to the director, he’ll give you the basic idea.”

After meeting the director, and getting the main idea, you were actually pretty excited. This would be the first, more intimate like scene you’ve done, but you thought it’d be good for you.

So Tyler showed you to your room and showed you your outfit, which you were pretty excited to slip on.

Walking out after changing, and hair and makeup had their turn with you, a robe around you, you were more excited than before. You walked towards Tyler, who’s face lit up when he saw you.

You approached him, and the director, and another guy, who’s back was turned towards you. The director saw you and smiled, nodding at the robe, and you undid the little tie, and slipped it off, the director and Tyler’s eyes both going wide, which wasn’t as creepy as it sounds, it’s not like they were 50, they were both late 20′s early 30′s, and I mean, you were 20, so it wasn’t that weird. 

You held the robe in you arms and watched as the director nudged the other guy, who lifted his head up to look at him, but when he nodded his head in your direction the other guy turned around, as if in slow motion.

Your eyes widened at you made eye contact. He was hot. So fucking hot. Tall. Scruffy. Man bun. Great style. Killer smile. Low eyes you could just get lost in.

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When Jace nudged Nate, he was curious as to what he wanted. They were in the middle of talking about the video, Nate talking about some of his ideas, and input from Tyler, about things you’d be good at, and then just everyone throwing out ideas. Nate was seeing it really coming together, but looking at Jace expectantly, only to see him nod behind him, Nate turned to see what needed his attention.

You were even more beautiful in person, compared to the pictures on ig, and the few movies he’s seen you in. You were so beautiful. Nate was kinda taken aback. He eyed you up and down as you approached. Long legs, thin waist and god your eyes and timid smile were killing him. You screamed innocence, but your outfit completely contradicted that idea.

—————————

You bit your lip as you approached, eyeing him up and down so obviously, but he didn’t do a good job at keeping his eyes off you either, not that you minded whatsoever.

“(y/n) this is Nate.” Justin spoke.

“hi” you smiled, reaching your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you” you spoke sweetly.

“trust me, the pleasures mine.” Nate flirted.

After your short introduction, Justin and Tyler went off to make sure everything was set, you and Nate following behind, just talking a bit.

“You nervous?” he asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“no and yes” you laughed.

“why’s that?”

“well I mean, I feel like I can do this no problem, and I mean, there’s always more than one take we can do, it’s just…I mean, to be requested personally, I feel like the pressures really on” 

“oh yeah, I just thought you’d fit the part really well, I mean, everyone loves a video with a beautiful girl in it.” he smiled.

“stop it.” you blushed, playfully bumping into his side.

“there’s really nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be fine.” he smiled, as the two of you got to the actual set where the cameras and lights and everything was.

—————————-

Some scenes that were filmed, Nate wasn’t in, so he stood off on the side, and he was so glad he picked you for this. 

“she’s good.” Tyler smirked beside Nate, who had his eyes glued on you the whole time.

“y-yeah.” he stuttered a bit, biting his lip as he watched you 

god, you were stunning.

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You were told to ‘act seductive and sexy’ and the outfit was half of it, adding to your confidence, so you literally just went with it. It started off, you filmed all the scenes you were doing by yourself, just so you could be a little more comfortable before just throwing you half naked in bed with a guy you just met.

But then came the scenes you had to do with Nate, which I mean, you were a professional, you weren’t gonna get all giddy, even though he was extremely hot and this was a rather sensual video.

You did as you were told, and god, you were actually pretty turned on.

————————–

Nate admired the way you moved, like it came so natural to you, and he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to actually have you like this. God, you were turning him on so much.

————————–

When you were done, you watched as Justin put it together, you and Nate standing pretty close, and you were actually surprised how well the whole thing looked.

“damn.” you and Nate said at the same time, looking sideways at one another with smiles on your faces.

“definitely. we should have it up by tomorrow after we edit it a bit more if that’s cool with you skate.” Justin spoke

“yeah, that’s cool.” Nate smiled.

“alright, well that’s a wrap then.”

Justin and Tyler stood and talked, both voicing and working on the editing a bit, more so, Tyler just voicing his opinion.

You and Nate turned and started to walk off, you were going to change back into normal clothes.

“hey (y/n)” Nate spoke, catching your attention.

“yeah?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

“you wanna go grab something to eat?”

“yes!” you exclaimed, overjoyed, but to be fair, all you had eaten was a piece of toast, Jack took a big bite out of as well.

“alright, cool” Nate laughed. “you go ahead and change and I’ll be out here waiting.”

“okay cool” you smiled.

——————————-

You had never had so much fun before. You and Nate were really hitting things off, conversation just flowed naturally between the two of you and you guys couldn’t stop laughing. He invited you back to a buddies place for a party, and well, you couldn’t refuse.

You had Nate drop you off at your place, and he of course followed you in while you changed and got ready for the night, unsure of what to wear. Nate sat out in your living room while you changed.

After you finished getting ready you walked down the hall and joined Nate, getting his attention, and the two of you leaving and heading towards the party.

You were a little nervous walking up to the house, but Nate wrapped his arm around your waist as if it was the most natural thing, and you felt more comfortable.

“don’t worry, my friends are cool” Nate spoke.

“I hope so” you let out a little nervous giggle.

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So far everyone was great. Nash was so chill and John and Tez made you laugh. Hayes kept hitting on you, which was flattering, and he was so adorable. You even bumped into Johnson, not knowing he knew Nate.

“so wait, is Jack here?” you asked as you were standing with Johnson, the two of you drinking together.

“yeah, I saw him around here somewhere.”

“hmm, I’m sure I’ll bump into him or something then.”

It was then that Nate came and ‘stole’ you from Johnson, pulling you downstairs.

“what are we doing down here?” you asked as you made it down the last step you saw John sitting on the couch, hunched over the coffee table.

“you’re gonna smoke with us.” Nate spoke, taking your hand and pulling you towards the couch.

When you guys finished like 3 bowls and 2 blunts, you headed back upstairs. You ended up hanging out with Nate for a bit, dragging him out to dance with you.

Jack found Madison as soon as he walked in, walking up to her and engulfing her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and the two were pretty much glued to one another all night.

Madison pulled Jack out to dance, and the two of them were getting sensual. Jack’s hands roaming her body as she grinded against him. Jack started kissing on her neck, when he looked up and saw Nate for the first time of the night, dancing with a girl.

You were having so much fun with Nate, and your eyes were glossed over, the alcohol and weed hitting you hard. You turned to look around when you were met with the image of a guy and girl making out, tongues down one another’s throat practically. 

Your mind went to Jack, a smile coming onto your face. It was when the two broke apart that you felt sick, seeing Jack smile down at the girl.

“I-uh, I gotta go to the bathroom” you spoke, shocked to see Jack all over another girl. Sure you were dancing with Nate, but, you just felt it was different. 

“alright, I’ll find you in a bit.” he smiled, his hand resting on your side as you slipped out of his grip slowly.

You did go to the bathroom, but didn’t go back to find Nate right away, you just wanted to go outside and get some fresh air, clear your head.

It was when you were outside that someone bumped into you, causing you to stumble a bit.

“shit my ba-(y/n)?” you heard the all too familiar voice.

“Jack” you spoke.

“what are you doing here?” he asked shocked.

“nothing” you muttered.

You knew you were being short and having an attitude, but you felt like you had the right to be. How could Jack just fuck you this morning, and then be all over this other girl with his tongue down her throat.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your arm causing you to look at him.

“nothing.”

“don’t lie to me (y/n)”

“I’m fine really.” you spoke, annoyed honestly.

“something’s up”

“I’m fine Jack really, why don’t you go check on your little girlfriend from inside.”

“what are you t-Madison” he muttered, realizing who you were talking about.

“yeah.”

“It’s not a big deal, she’s just a friend.”

“really? cause I don’t shove my tongue down my ‘just friend’s throat.”

“you’re being ridiculous.”

“I saw you” you laughed dryly.

“Honestly? why are you even mad?” he asked.

“seriously?! Jack, we just fucked this morning, and we have been for the past what now…4 months? did it literally mean nothing?”

“(y/n) come on. there were no emotions. no relationship. it was just sex.” he laughed, and it was then that you noticed his bloodshot eyes. Of course he was drunk, cause his words and actions tonight were completely different than the Jack you knew, but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. So maybe you and Jack were just sex? You didn’t care; it hurt to hear him say it, and to have such a heartless tone when saying it.

“glad you feel that way, have fun with whatever her name is” you spoke, starting to walk about but turned around to look at him again “and don’t bother calling me again.” and with that you walked off.

You found Swazz and did a few shots with him before asking where Nate was, John smirking and pointing towards upstairs. “I think he headed up to his room”

“wait, he lives here?” you asked “he said it was a friends party” 

“yeah, we live here together” John laughed. “but his room is upstairs, second one on the left.

You smiled and headed upstairs, tripping but laughing it off as you made it to the top and then trying to find Nate’s room, knocking on the closed door.

When the door opened you were startled by a shirtless Nate, gawking at his abs before meeting his gaze, lip caught between your teeth.

“it looks like I-uh-I found you” you giggled.

“yeah” he smiled. He stepped back a bit, opening the door more and you walked in and looked around his room before you turned to meet his gaze.

“so, this is your house.” you spoke, raising your brow as Nate made his way to sit on his bed, sweats hanging low on his hips, sitting up against his headboard.

“yeah” he spoke, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you, since he had a pretty good idea of what you looked like half naked anyway from the shoot today; as you stood at the end of his bed.

“so this is your party” you spoke, putting your hand on your hip.

“I guess you could say that.” he smirked.

“then why aren’t you down, enjoying your party?” you asked, walking and setting your cup down on his dresser, walking back slowly, Nate’s eyes glued to you.

“trust me, I’m enjoying this right now.” he nodded towards you as you stood at the end of his bed again. You were glad it was dark in his room to hide the small blush coming to your face, but it couldn’t hide your smile.

The music from downstairs, mixed by Dillon, flowed upstairs into Nate’s room, and it was a slower type of song. You unknowingly started to sway to the music, Nate’s eyebrows quirking up.

You bit your lip, noticing the way Nate was eyeing you up and down, and you decided to be a little daring.

You reached down and undid the button on your jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, turning and wiggling your butt a bit, looking back at Nate who had his lip between his teeth and his eyes glued to your ass as you slowly started to pull your pants down, bending over giving Nate a great view.

You stood back up, tossing your head back, your hair flying up above you, and then behind, bouncing a bit before resting on your back.

Nate saw that happen as if it was in slow motion. He was so fucking turned on, and you only just took your pants off, but damn, you were so fucking sexy. The arch you had in your back when you bent over, and then slowly stood back up, god. You were so fucking sexy.

You turned back around, swiveling your hips back and forth, still dancing to the music downstairs, and you ran your hands over your body, starting in your hair and slowly making their way down you shoulders, over your boobs, down to the hem of your shirt.

You smiled at Nate as you slowly pulled the shirt up, exposing more and more of your flawless skin to Nate, who’s eyes were raking up and down your whole entire body, hunger in his eyes.

So you were left in just your bra and panties, and you slowly started to climb up the bed towards him, stopping when you were on your hands and knees, practically straddling him, your face centimeters away from his.

“y’know” he whispered. “I can’t get a show like this down at the party” he finished, his lips dangerously close to yours now.

“oh really?” you spoke in a low tone, your lips eager for his.

Nate slowly nodded his head before reaching up under your chin and meeting your lips. You melted into the kiss, sitting on Nate’s lap, his hands going to your ass and yours around his neck.

In no time his tongue was in your mouth and you had started grinding on him, needing some sort of friction.

Nate reached up and undid your bra, you just as eagerly as him reached to take it off over your shoulders and toss it somewhere in the room. It was then that Nate turned you over so he was on top, his lips leaving yours and moving down your jaw to your ear, leaving a trail of kisses.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day” he whispered hotly in your ear before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly making his way down your collarbone and then to the valley of your breasts, one hand coming up to massage one, tweaking the nipple while his mouth went to the other.

You arched your back a bit more as Nate switched his mouth to the other, a shaky breath coming from your mouth and Nate’s name slipping through your lips in a hushed tone.

Nate smirked up at you while he continued his way down your body, kissing and sucking on your hipbone, right above your pantyline. He hooked his finger in the top band and slowly started to pull them down, you kicking them off as they got to your ankles.

Nate dipped his head down toward your heat, licking a bold strip from your entrance to your clit before he started to suck and kitten lick your clit. Your hands went to his hair, bunching it up between your hands, pulling it out of pleasure. His scruffy face adding a weird pleasurable feeling to the whole entire mix.

Your back was arched as Nate slipped two fingers into you while continuing to lick your clit. His fingers moving inside you and his mouth on your clit were driving you wild, and you were close. You had started to grind against his mouth and fingers, needing more to get your release. Nate picked up the pace of his fingers, and his mouth showed your clit no mercy, pushing you closer and closer to letting go.

Nate’s name and breathless moans came out of your mouth, mixed with small profanities. Before you knew it you reached your climax. Your back was arched off the mattress and your legs were shaking.

Nate let you recover from your orgasm, and when you could finally see straight, you pulled him up to you and smashed your lips to his. You didn’t care that the taste of yourself was still on his lips. You just wanted him…now.

You reached down between the two of you and started to tug at his sweats, causing Nate to smile into the kiss, and while balancing himself with one hand, he reached down and helped you pull off his sweats.

Nate laid back down on top of you, his tip at your entrance. He lined himself up and you felt him push his tip in, sliding his hands up and locking them with yours before her pushed all the way in, your eyes going wide at the feeling of him filling you up, you moaning quietly in his ear.

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Nate waited for you to adjust to his size a bit before he started to move, thrusting slowly at first, his lips on yours.

It didn’t take much for him to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder, the bed shaking with his movements.

His head by your ear, you heard him grunting with each thrust, and you were letting out shaky breaths and quiet moans.

No one has ever made you feel how Nate was. Your nails raked down his back as he hit your g-spot, back arching off the mattress, the two of you skin to skin.

Your head was spinning and all that was falling from your lips was Nate’s name and shaky breaths. Nate placed his lips back onto yours, never feeling as good as he did before. Your body just seemed to fit with his perfectly.

His thrusts started to get a little sloppy, and you had started clenching around him, trying to hold on a bit longer.

It was as if all at once though, the two of you both reached your climax, both of you letting go at about the same time. You moaned out Nate’s name, and he bit down on your shoulder, letting out a low groan against you.

Nate rolled off you, crashing down on the bed with a huff, his breathing uneven. He had never came that hard before, and it’d been a while since he’s had such great sex before as well. Sure, he would have loved to hit it from behind, but something about you, he wanted something more filled with passion, not just some quick rough fuck.

Nate turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest a bit more.

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You woke up the next morning to your phone going off. You were getting an incoming call, and you tried to ignore it, but this was the third time whoever it was tried, and you had a feeling they weren’t gonna stop until you answered.

Groaning, you rolled over and saw who was calling, and you answered sleepily.

“what?” you muttered into the phone.

“well good morning to you too” you heard Jack chuckle as you got out of bed and searched the room for you clothes.

“sorry, I’m just confused as to why…why you’re calling” you spoke..

“cause I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out” he spoke lowly, a smirk evident in his voice.

“seriously?” you scoffed.

“yeah? why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“last night you told me there wasn’t anything between us, no emotions or relationship between us, so sorry if I don’t wanna come ‘hang’”

“please, I was drunk I don’t even rem-” he started but you heard a tiny voice in the back “Jack, come back to bed”

you scoffed.

“(y/n) please.”

“no, don’t call me again. I just can’t deal with you right now, and clearly you need to figure some things out” and with that you hung up before he could say another word.

You let out a sigh of relief and settled back into bed a bit. 

Nate’s arm flew around you and he pulled you back into his chest more, you snuggling into him more.

“who was that?” he muttered.

“no one important.” you whispered a bit.

“alright.” he let out a little raspy chuckle. “let’s go back to bed for a bit, and then how about we go get something to eat afterwards.”

“perfect” you muttered, closing your eyes again, but feeling Nate’s lips push against your forehead.

7 Seconds To Say Yes

i was very emotional in making this and i tried to capture the overwhelming emotion in this through my writing, so here’s a nice fluffy one shot ;)

summary: the most important 7 seconds of dan’s life caught on camera

warning: g for gay, feels, maybe improper tenses as i usually write past tense and might have messed up whoops

genre: fluff

word count: 1,446

Sometimes people ask me if it’s weird to have so much of my life on the internet for everybody to see. I always say that I don’t mind, as some of my happiest moments have been documented for the internet to see, and I wouldn’t want to ever lose those moments. The internet has done so much for me, it’s only fair that I let people see into my glamorous life for a few minutes. Everybody eats the answer up, and, while it’s mostly true, that isn’t the reason that I don’t mind.

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RFA+ Saeran reactions to a homemade Valentine from MC (bc they don’t have any money to go buy them something so making something is the next best thing!)

Homemade gifts are the best thing ever

Yoosung:

  • You and Yoosung were both broke college students so fancy gifts were definitely off the table
  • Money was limited but you had enough to buy heaps of clay from the store since it wasn’t very expensive
  • It took a month before Valentine’s Day to make this (it would’ve been faster but Yoosung constantly being around made it hard to hide)
  • This was probably the greatest (and hardest) figure you’ve worked on so far and Yoosung was going to l o v e it 
  • “Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoosung! Open my gift first!” you said excitedly
  • Yoosung quickly and carefully tore off the red wrapping paper and unveiled the greatest thing he’s ever seen
  • It was an amazingly detailed figure of his and your LOLOL avatars doing a hero pose together arm-in-arm
  • “OMG MC I LOVE THIS IT’S AMAZING AAAAAAAAA–”
  • He took lots of pictures to show off to his guild buddies and let it sit proudly on top of his desk
  • His guild members may or may not commission you to make their characters now

Jaehee:

  • Baehee would be happy with almost any gift but you wanted her to really love your gift
  • You figured she’d want something she could use often instead of something she could easily throw out
  • So you went out and bought a bunch of plain colored mugs
  • You were gonna decorate all of these to her liking so she could have coffee in the morning and think of you
  • It took about a week to decorate all 7 mugs (one per day)
  • The morning of Valentine’s Day, Jaehee got up to make her morning coffee only to find brand new ones in the cabinet??
  • And holy crap they’re beautiful and amazing and she loves you so much
  • She takes two of them out and pour coffee into them, fixing the drink to your own likings
  • She brought it to the bedroom where she woke you up with a forehead kiss, handing you the hot drink
  • “I love these, MC. Thank you very much for this”

Zen:

  • You thought long and hard about what to get Zen for Valentine’s Day
  • Something from the heart would make Zen more than happy
  • It finally came to mind on what you should do for him
  • There was one time Zen caught you singing in your room and he would not let go on how much he loved your voice, but you never sang around him again
  • So why not take his playlist and cover all the songs on there for him?
  • Seven could edit the audio and make a digital playlist as well as burn a cd with the songs
  • Not surprisingly most of the songs on there were his own
  • “H-here’s your gift, Zen, I hope you like it…” you handed him a pair of earbuds and his phone magically had a new playlist downloaded onto it (thanks seven)
  • Zen’s face produced a smile so big when he heard your voice sing his favorite song
  • He loves it so much and it’s like the only thing he ever listens to

Jumin:

  • Jumin can buy anything he wants so you definitely weren’t going to do that
  • You decided that you’d handmake something that he could never buy, something entirely unique
  • It took about two and a half weeks straight to work on it, but it was so worth it
  • You spent all your free time sewing together the perfect sweater for Jumin (you had a looot of free time)
  • It was navy blue, cotton, and had an Elizabeth 3rd face on the front
  • When Valentine’s Day rolled around, you excitedly presented the wrapped up gift to him
  • He opened it to reveal said sweater, and you swore that there was a twinkle in his eye
  • He loved the sweater so much, he wore it all the time (excluding to work because he needs to look professional there)
  • So proud to show it off because like ‘hell yeah mc made this and you can’t buy it with money i bought it with my LOVE’

707:

  • For this year’s Valentine’s Day you decided that you would make something for Saeyoung because he can buy everything he wants online
  • So you put your idea into action, buying sewing supplies, cloth, ribbon, fake fur, etc
  • You were going to make a giant plushie of his dear Elly (like the size of those giant teddy bears)
  • It took like a month to make, and you had to work on it at Jaehee’s place so Saeyoung wouldn’t find out
  • When you finished, you drove home with it and carried it into the front door
  • “Saeyouuuuuung~ Come here, I have a gift for you!”
  • You hear fast footsteps rushing towards you before finally reaching the living room
  • “What’d you get me–OH MY GOD, ELLY!!!
  • He’s latched onto it and will not let go of it
  • You also think he’s crying
  • “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MC I DON’T DESERVE YOU”

Unknown:

  • He’s never celebrated Valentine’s Day so you wanted his first gift to be very special
  • It was an easy idea to some to mind and it sure wasn’t a bad one
  • Saeran was very fond of sweets so why not make them yourself?
  • You spent the whole day before preparing a giant batch for him and his happiness was going to be so worth it
  • The next day you came up to him, handing him your crappily made heart shaped box
  • “Happy Valentine’s Day, Saeran! I made these myself, I hope you like them…”
  • He smiled and thanked you before popping one into his mouth
  • His eyes went wide and he kept popping more and more in
  • “Haha, I take it that you like them?”
  • You were responded with him shoving one in your mouth
  • They were really good

anonymous asked:

Hey do you have any really funny fic you could suggest? I just read 'A week is only seven days' and I was crying it was so funny. I want more!

Hi Nonny!! OH GOD this has been in my drafts for MONTHS and I’m sorry for the delay. I’m guessing you found that fic on my “Go-To Johnlock Fic Rec List”, and it’s totally worth a read since it’s like, one of my all-time fave fics!! I don’t have many fics with the same type of humour, but I hope that a few of these will appease you! They’re more fluffy than anything else, but if I had a chuckle in them, then they will be here :)


  • High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,429 w.) - John is stupidly obsessed with Sherlock, Sherlock is adorably clueless, and they’re both dumb idiots. Jealous John and silly misunderstandings.
  • Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, Ao3) (3,897 w.) - Sherlock conveniently finds reasons to try to touch John’s junk. John’s tired of waiting.
  • The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, Ao3) (44,025 w.) - Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants for a case. There are some angsty bits in this, but I did giggle at a few scenes.
  • Life and Death by patemalah21 (K+, ff) (6K+) - Sherlock and John get mugged and injured. The first chapter is angsty, but the second and third chapters, Sherlock has to deal with his worst nemesis yet – a nurse intent on him getting better. *SLIGHT* Sher1011ie in the third chapter, but it feels more BFF’s.
  • You’re a Doctor, Fix me by edken (G, Ao3) (8,342 w.) - Sherlock gets sick and stroppy, John grins and bears it to fix him, and a fluffy happy ending.
  • How to Court Your Blogger by PipMer (K+, ff) (3,124 w.) - Sherlock Tries to court John on significant days in their life. Too bad John is a little bit slow on the draw.
  • Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson by Jessa7 (K+, ffnet) (8,085w.) - Mycroft is suddenly taking an interest in John and Sherlock is not happy. John just goes with it – he’s getting a lot of nice things out of this deal. (*NOT JOHNCROFT, just Mycroft being a meddler).
  • The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, ff) (9K+ w.) - Mycroft flirts with John. Sherlock gets jealous. John’s just along for the ride. Yeah, I also REALLY like Mycroft purposely riling up Sherlock to force him to confess his feelings for John. Another “meddling Mycroft” fic… I seriously love this trope.
  • Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (K+, ff) (783 w) - John and Sherlock get kicked out of a grocery store. Sherlock has a big mouth.
  • Cabbies by OldBesinaStuff (K, ff) (572 w) - Sherlock expounds and illuminates upon the subject of their current cabbies.
  • The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, ff) (4K+ w.) - Lestrade and John tease Sherlock after the pool incident.
  • Just Admit It by LoyalNerdWP (K+, ff) (2K+) - Sherlock goes home for Christmas and is missing John. One of my faves, it’s more sweet than funny.
  • The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, Ao3) (9,020 w.) - Sherlock and John pretend they’re a couple “for a case”. They’re shocked to discover how much they know about each other. One of my faves.
  • Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock goes shopping for a present for John. 
  • Not Rocket Science by Nitrospira (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - The boys are handcuffed to a bed while investigating a double homicide on the International Space Station. It’s been awhile since I read this but I remember liking it :D
  • Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, ff) (1K+w.) - John can never pull a date, especially with a flatmate like Sherlock.
  • I’m Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,672 w.) - This one is really ridiculously silly. Sherlock keeps injuring himself so John will fix him up. John catches on, and it changes shit.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb  (E, Ao3) (4,578 w.) - Sherlock sets out to make John happy. Happy happy happy.
  • Carry On by Mazarin221b (M, Ao3) (4,647 w.) - Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.
  • Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E, Ao3) (3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
  • An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, Ao3) (31,059 w.) - Sherlock is a bat. No other explanation needed.
  • and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, Ao3) (1,662 w.) - Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he’s ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it…
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence  (NR, Ao3) (5,429 w.) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Detective and the Pin-Up by XistentialAngst (T, Ao3) (15,683 w.) - Sally Donovan discovers an old secret John Watson considered long buried - a ten-year old “Men of the Armed Forces” calendar, which has John as a very enticing pin-up for August. The image of John might just change the way everyone sees the unassuming sidekick, even Sherlock Holmes.
  • John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, Ao3) (2,646 w.) - Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.
  • In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, Ao3) (1,835 w.) - John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.
  • Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, Ao3) (47,709 w.) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results. {{NOTE: Because I always forget: ‘The One With the Shampoo, Steph.’}}
  • Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, Ao3) (39,629 w.) - Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.
  • You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, Ao3) (23,584 w.) - Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple.
  • You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by johnsarmylady (T, ff)(1K+ w.) - Set the morning after a Study in Pink, John sits and contemplates Mycroft’s words. John’s imagination sometimes goes a little wild.
  • Abhorring the Dull Routine of Existence by ardenteurophile (T, ff) (7K+ w.) - Or, a Week Spent on Artificial Stimulants. Sherlock overdoses on Red Bull, much to John’s dismay. Spin-off fic set before the events of “You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners”.
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, Ao3) (21,691 w.) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, Ao3) (5,308 w.) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please (this whole series is amazing, and I love it so much).
  • The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, Ao3) (3,614) - In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics (this whole series is really great, I love it!)
  • Vaporized by Catslynw (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - This little number is set soon after A Study in Pink. John has just moved into 221b and is getting to know his flatmate, and his flatmate’s amazing abilities, a little better.
  • Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, ff) (2K+ w.) - In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?
  • The Video Footage by bitchinblackframedglasses (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - What exactly DID Lestrade film Sherlock doing in A Scandal in Belgravia? Sherlock wants to know, and John tells him. Fluff.
  • At Least Make It Interesting by amythedork (K, ff) (2K+ w.) - "You’ve reached Sherlock Holmes. For the love of God, if you’re going to leave a message, at least make it an interesting one. If this is Mycroft, then piss off.“ / A series of voicemails John left Sherlock throughout their time together. 
  • Manipulation by sixbynine (K, ff) (2+K w.) - John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps.
  • Bored Games by SparksMayFly (K, ff) (3K+ w.) - Sherlock asks if he can take Reverend Green in for interrogation. John explains that’s not how the game works. 
  • Bored Games by patster223 (K+, ff) (2k+ w.) - Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.
  • Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - "It’s a hat.” / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. “Yes. I can see that.” / “It’s called a deerstalker.”
  • Tipsy by katkin (K+, ff) (2K+ w.)  “I love everyone in this room,” he announced proudly.“I know you do, buddy,” John replied “Which is why you’re going to clean this carpet in the morning. Because you’re a good friend.” “I am a good friend!” Sherlock agreed.
  • Cards by Caighlee (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly’s suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it’s appeal. Can John come up with something that’ll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock’ll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective.
  • Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, ff) (2K+) - In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.
  • Surety by hudders (G, Ao3) (2,477 w.) - Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.
  • Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, Ao3) (10,655 w.) - John and Sherlock tag along for the Met’s weekly night out, where the evening’s chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.
  • Cabin Fever by A Wandering Minstrel (K+, ff) (6K+ w.) - A massive storm keeps John trapped in Baker Street with a half-blind (for science!), very bored Sherlock Holmes.
  • Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.
  • God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.
  • Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, ff) (951w.) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems.

Feel free to add your own ficlets and self promos!! I love all the funny fics!

My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.


You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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JERMY FARTZ (S2E4) MASTERPOST: NO BREAKING INTO PARTS, WE SCROLL LIKE MEN

I laugh at that name every time, and I’m not even sorry.

So I haven’t touched the 2 latest episodes because I’m lazy, but this was so much fun that I had to devote some time screaming to it! So get ready kids, because there is screaming (and spoilers) below the cut.

Though first: someone who’s never seen Camp Camp tell me what’s going on in this picture:

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anonymous asked:

Ohoh how about a grown up bughead featuring a pregnancy maybe?? (Up to you whether it's planned or unplanned 😉)

Aww baby bughead! This ones a little tricky but I’ll give it a go!
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What was he gonna say? Would he be angry? Happy? Maybe just disappointed. This wasn’t in the plan, and it sure wasn’t something she knew how to explain.

A baby.

She was going to have a baby.

Oh god, she was gonna be sick.

Leaning back from the toilet bowl, she rested her head on the cool marble of the bathroom floor.

Could she even take care of a baby right now? Sure she had a good job that provided her with plenty of benefits, and jugheads latest novel had made them more money than they knew what to do with, but this was another life. Another person.

Closing her eyes, she pictured a tiny dark haired little boy, with her own sea green eyes and jugheads signature half smirk.

She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Jughead changing a diaper, or feeding him a bottle.

And what about his first book? What would they read the little baby? Goodnight moon was her favorite childrens book and she could easily picture rocking her son and reading him all kinds of stories.

But what if it was a girl, a beautiful little girl with raven locks and Betty’s dimples. She would no doubt be a daddy’s girl, Jughead was so patient with Betty, she could see him spoiling his little girl.

This was all if he chose to stay with her. They had just gotten married last year. It was too soon. He could easily pack his bags, wish her luck and head out the front door.

No. that wasn’t him. She felt bad for thinking such horrible things about him, but then again could she ruin his life like this?

A baby would change everything, he was an accomplished author, his life was just starting wouldn’t a baby ruin it?

Suddenly their was a knock on the bathroom door

“Love? Are you okay in there? I’m coming in.”

She swiped at the tears on her cheeks, apparently not fast enough because when he saw her watery eyes, he was on the floor in a second flat.

“Betty? What’s the matter are you sick? What did the doctor say?” He was eyeing her up and down assessing any damage.

She shook her head

“I’m not sick, well I am. But it’s a normal sick.”
She explained in a whisper

“Normal sick? What are you talking about, you can tell me Betty, it’s okay.” She looked up into his eyes, they were panicked, he always went to the worst possible scenario

“Jughead please don’t hate me.”

“What? Baby what are you talking about?”

She took a deep breathe, pulling her knees to her chest

“I’m pregnant.”

The bathroom went stone quiet.

“Pregnant?” Jughead finally said in a whisper.

“I’m sorry, I know that we were being careful, I don’t know how it happened.”

She was suddenly off the ground and was being swung around as jughead laughed loudly

“A baby we’re having a baby!”

She couldn’t help but laugh along as he slowed down

“You’re not angry?” She questioned meeting his eyes.

“Angry?” He looked painfully confused “no of course not, scared as all hell? Yes but angry no! I’m happy Betty, were having a baby. One of our very own?”

She smiled “one of our very own”

“Oh man think of the inspiration I’m gonna have for my next novel. As long as you don’t let me turn into one of those annoying, tool box having, croc wearing lame dads”

She giggled

“If you don’t let me turn into one of those bob wearing, pantyhose moms, we have a deal.”

“Deal. We’re gonna be good parents bets, nothing like our own, we’ll learn from each other, and we’ll talk about it , and if it all gets too much we’ll work through it. Because we don’t leave.” He spoke softly into her hair, his hands resting on her stomach

“No Jughead, we don’t leave”

Reverse Idol!AU — Wanna One Fic

part 2 part 3

i’ve always thought i was good at writing fluff, guess not oml

this was fun to write hahah; you are the same age as 2Park in this fic-

requested by anon!

genre: fluff i think im sorry omg

synopsis(?): where you’re a soloist and you’re on weekly idol with Wanna One and you’re known for your quiet and cold personality, but you slowly warm up to them


“Hey Y/N, I seem to have lost my number. Can I have yours?”

Woah, what’s this? A pick-up line? Why?

Flashback July 23rd

You debuted at age 19 as a soloist a week before Wanna One and came out with your new song “Who I Am.” News came out that you are emotionless and the complete opposite of a chatterbox, making it difficult for you to make friends.

As you were heading back to your dorm, your manager informs you, “Hey Y/N, you have a Weekly Idol filming with Wanna One on the 26th, be prepared to communicate with them. Remember, be friendly.

Ok, it wasn’t that you aren’t friendly, you just have trouble socializing, so you opted to keep the cold image you’ve created.

Back to July 26th, the day of the filming

As Doni and Coni chats about the guests they’ve invited, you look at the pretty faces of the members of Wanna One. During the introductions of each member, you find them aggravatingly adorable as they show off their own unique charms to the camera viewers. ‘Ah, so they are the ones who saved the year. They seem okay.’

When it was your turn to be introduced, you didn’t know how to act in front of a huge group of guys so you forced an awkward smile onto your face;

“And finally our resident Ice Queen, Y/N!” You didn’t know what charm to do, and you couldn’t act cute otherwise that’d just ruin your whole cold concept. You resorted to smiling shyly and waving at the camera, what you didn’t know was your smile was saved in every 11 members heart.

‘Wahh, she’s so cute/pretty.’

Waterpark CF

You watched with a fluttering heart as they all filmed their commercials, occasionally silently laughing at the way Doni introduces the members. ‘Can I swim in your heart? What, why are you doing this, i’m not ready??’ You feel bad for the way they were teasing Minhyun, but couldn’t help but to laugh along.

It was your turn, and you have no idea what to do. You did the breaststroke and ended it with “Can I swim into your heart?” and a failed wink. You felt so embarrassed and hid yourself behind your hands, the members of Wanna One smiling at the very adorable action.

Jeojang and Thigh Sweep Dance

Doni and Coni told you to stay out of this and to judge this segment with them, you don’t think you can handle this part. These boys are starting to, I guess you can say, swim into your heart.

You feel you heart fluttering and melting, you’re squealing so loudly in your head, you’re starting to have a headache.

OH MY GOD WOOJIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOIIII, you’re ilLEGAL.’ same

‘ONG????????? SROP.’

Random Play Dance

You went first, dancing to your new song. You were so nervous to dance in front of these handsome, talented boys, that you fumbled and almost tripped over air. You’re a clumsy person, and that caught their eyes. They felt like they wanted to protect you. When you finished doing your random play dance, they subtly asked if you were okay and if you needed anything.

You feel someone tap you and you turn and see Jinyoung;

“Noona, are you okay?”

“Ah, yes. I’m fine, don’t worry about me (:”

Finally, it was their turn. They looked so cool dancing to their songs, you couldn’t help but to admire them. ‘Awwww, omg Daehwi is so cute. HE’S HOPPING AROUND LIKE A BUNNYY.’ You catch Seongwoo’s mistake but don’t point it out. When they danced to Energetic and Burn It Up, you couldn’t help but notice the slight hip thrusts ehem ehem me too.

You couldn’t help but to dance along yes you know their dances, being pushed to join them by Coni the boys happily made room for you to join. You had fun dancing with them and actually wouldn’t mind doing it again.

When they succeeded the random play dance and won their chicken, you were so happy. You couldn’t help but to join their group hug and celebrate with them. ‘Am I actually hugging these adorable humans right now? Is it my time of death already?? I can die happily now omg.’ 

Rewriting Profiles

Before the cameras rolled to start recording, the boys made sure you were comfortable first before settling down themselves. You sat down next to Daehwi. You had to bite your lips to refrain from smiling and inwardly cooed at how sweet they are towards you.

The whole time Jisung showed off his imitations, you were laughing and simultaneously slapping Daehwi on the shoulder. You have this habit of hitting someone when you laugh when you’re comfortable. When Seongwoo imitated the haegeum (a korean traditional instrument), you found yourself slapping Daehwi’s shoulders, again. poor daehwi

Written on your profile are the words, “I laugh at any and everything, pick-up lines, puns, and jokes are my weaknesses”

Coni and Doni decided to create a new corner where all you say are pick-up lines. ‘Ah, I’m doomed. I don’t think I can handle 11 angels using pick-up lines on me. How am I going to survive??’

sorry not sorry 

Daehwi; “Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?”

Jinyoung; “You shouldn’t wear makeup! It’s messing with perfection!”

Jaehwan; “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.” your religions minhyun

Sungwoon; “Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.”

Jihoon; “If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

Guanlin; “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.”

Woojin; “Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.”

Seongwoo; “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Jisung; “Is your name Ariel? Because we Mermaid for each other!”

Minhyun; “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

Daniel; “You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?” yes please 

‘CAN FILMING END ALREADY MY HEART IS ABOUT TO BURST. FJSKDJASNK’ Your face was as dark as a red apple or maybe even darker. You felt like you were melting, you wanted to squeal so badly but composed yourself. You were stunned and tried to say a pick-up line back but all that passed through your lips were jumbled words. ‘Dear Weekly Idol writers, please edit this embarrassing part of me out.’

As if hearing your wish, they concluded the filming and you have never been so relieved. Once cameras were off, you ran towards the waiting room and hurriedly packed your things, wanting to get out of there to prevent further embarrassing yourself. You found it hard to leave the building as someone was holding onto your arms. Turning, you see Jihoon with the rest of Wanna One behind him;

“Minhyun hyung wasn’t joking when he said he wanted your number. Actually, all of us do.”

‘Ah, scratch my initial thought, they’re not okay. They’re the definition of perfect and illegal. How can someone like them exist?’ 

“Y-yeah! Okay.”


unedited as always! why does fluff seem so hard to write now? omg is this even fluff?

apparently i suck at fluff too, im cryinG-

but i hope you enjoy my failed attempt at fluff! ( ´▽` )ノ❤️

i love pick-up lines, puns, and jokes so i hAD to insert it oOPS.

boyfriend; ong sungwoo

a/n: requested by anons // gifs do not belong to me, credits to the owner + stan this living meme 2k17


confession:

  • he’s a pretty crazy / wild person 
  • but when it comes to his crushes
  • ong is really really romantic
  • so, i think he’d bring you to some aquarium
  • but first he’d ask you in a smooth way while you’re around
  • “hey ___ ! what do you think about going to the aquarium that just opened.”
  • “i would love to go.”
  • “then we’re going tomorrow. get ready by 8.”
  • the next day, he’d be pretty nervous
  • so he’d begin searching online about how to treat a person on a first date and etc.
  • “this is so hard? what, i should just be myself.”
  • “yeah! sungwoo you should be yourself.”
  • “yeah, i know. wish me luck, sungwoon.”
  • “good luck.”
  • our ong was literally waiting there in front as he was making sure
  • you were safe on the way
  • i can already see him texting you for like the whole hour straight and when you arrived
  • he’d have a huge smile on his face 
  • “____ ! you’re here, finally.”
  • “hey ong.”
  • the two of you would have a wonderful time together but when night comes
  • you have to leave and that’s when he was going to confess
  • before you left, ong literally took your hand in his 
  • and it seemed like a scene from a k-drama !!
  • “hey ong? why are you holding my hand?”
  • “i need to tell you something, ____”
  • “what is it?”
  • “i like you.”
  • of course you accepted him to be yours and this guy was super super happy
  • i bet ong wouldn’t even sleep bc he’s so happy he’s able to call you, his

dates:

  • like the one in confession 
  • he’d take you to a lot of dates
  • so going on dates would be a normal thing for the two of you to do
  • you and sungwoo would go to places like a zoo, an aquarium, etc
  • i can even see the two of you renting bikes and then going on a bike date
  • “babe ! look at that view. han river is really beautiful.”
  • “i know, we should stop here to take a picture.”
  • “sure, babe.”
  • you and ong would take lots and lots of pictures throughout the date
  • and it’d be so cute
  • sometimes when you guys ask a stranger to take a picture
  • they would tell you guys that you two are a ‘very lovely couple’ & 'a perfect couple’
  • and that the two of you should get married
  • ong would even whisper something to that stranger like
  • “i will in a few years. they don’t know yet but i already have a ring.”
  • you would be confused and pull him by the arm to get back
  • “what did you say to that person?”
  • “nothing, you’ll see.”
  • you’d just shrug it off bc you love your boyfriend and you trust him
  • but when the two of you are at the zoo
  • i bet it’d be so funny
  • since ong would be wearing an headband that jaehwan gave him
  • and there are like monkey ears on it
  • i can also see ong trying to imitate some monkeys
  • and the people around him would laugh him out bc he really looks like one
  • “babe? what are you doing?”
  • “i’m a monkey, ___ !!”
  • “i don’t know you like at all.”
  • he’d keep following you around like some weird dude wearing a monkey headband
  • “baby, why are you ignoring your own boyfriend??”
  • “i’m not ignoring you. i just don’t know you.”
  • in the end of the day you and ong will be a lovely couple again 

kisses:

  • uhm i just got butterflies just by thinking about kissing him oops
  • to be honest his kisses would be like long and really romantic
  • and when our ong is in the mood, he’d push you against the wall and oui je suis dead
  • “sungwoo and ____ at it again? make sure to lock the doors!!”
  • “yeah i will!”
  • when he’s just the normal boi we know
  • ong is literally gonna kiss you when it’s at places where it’s safe and less people
  • “baby, should i kiss here?”
  • “yeah, look around no one’s here.”
  • the two of you would cutely kiss each other
  • he’d say something like 'i love you’ and then kiss you again
  • sungwoo would keep saying 'i love you’ and kiss you until someone sends you two away
  • “kids, go away from here and kiss somewhere else.”
  • “yes, sorry sir.”
  • “sorry sir.”
  • i bet even the members would be used to the two of you kissing the whole time
  • and when the youngest are around ofc they’re amazed
  • bc you two kiss so much
  • “no seriously, why do you two keep kissing?”
  • “guanlin, it’s because we’re super in love.”
  • “i thought you were in love with daniel.”
  • “i did.”
  • okay so now we know our ong loves kissing and you’d too

hugs:

  • his hugs !! omg 
  • y'all i bet our sungwoo is the perfect person to hug
  • even though he only hugs one side of you, he’s still so cuddly and warm
  • “____, let’s stay like this forever.”
  • “yes! good idea, babe!”
  • you’d tell all your friends and family about how perfect your boyfriend is 
  • especially when it comes to hugging
  • he is a real pro
  • “hey did you know my boyfriend is the best in hugging.”
  • “can i try?”
  • “no. only i can.”
  • like every other boyfriend
  • i think he’d love hugging you bc you’re his and he wants to show off
  • especially when the two of you are around the other members
  • “daniel, could you get me some water.”
  • “you can do it yourself, no?”
  • “i’m hugging ____ can’t you see?”
  • “okay okay”
  • or when you’re around at practice
  • “sungwoo get back here.”
  • “but i don’t want too!”
  • “you need too.”
  • our sungwoo would hug you whenever he can 
  • because he loves you a lot and he really loves your scent !!

missing each other:

  • ong would miss you a lot !!
  • he’d miss everything about you
  • especially when it comes to the sweet compliments and kisses you give him
  • “you can’t kiss me like ___ does.”
  • “i’m gonna kiss you sungwoo!”
  • “no, don’t!!”
  • “i want ____’s kisses not yours, daniel.”
  • “ONGNIEL IS OVER”
  • “oh my god, this is why i miss ____.”
  • i can also see ong making a vlog every day
  • just to send to you, so that you can be happy and not worry about anything
  • “in this vlog, babe, i’ll be showing you that jihoon is not an angel.”
  • “what, i’m not an angel, i’m jeojang.”
  • “okay that’s actually the truth.”
  • his editing skills would be kind of bad, so it’d be more funny 
  • of course this boi would always make sure in the end of the video
  • there’s a part where he says 'i love you' 
  • “this is the end of today’s vlog, babe. bye bye, i love you.”
  • but sometimes when he’s feeling down, he wont show it
  • but you can see something is off and you’d normally call to let him know you’re there when there’s something
  • “babe, i’m sorry but i really miss you a lot.”
  • “i miss you too, honey. let’s cheer up, shall we? i love you.”
  • “i love you too.”
  • his members were there as well and would cheer him up again
  • so i don’t think when he’s gone, you’d feel empty 
  • bc he’s always there for you whenever you need him

mornings:

  • expect a lot of smiles
  • the moment our ong would wake up
  • he’d have a smile on face bc he knows you’re next to him 
  • and you’re literally the person he loves the most
  • “wow, i woke up next to the most beautiful prince/ss.”
  • he’d eventually kiss you, every where on your face
  • it wouldn’t matter to him if you have morning breath
  • he still loves you
  • “oh, babe. you’re already awake?”
  • “yeah, i’ve been awake for a while.”
  • “so, what are we gonna do today?”
  • “i had to tell you something.”
  • “oh, really? what is it?”
  • “i don’t know why but whenever i wake up next to you i feel as if i’m dreaming because you’re so beautiful, sweet, no you’re literally perfect.”
  • he’d always compliment you and there would be like no stop
  • only if you ask him
  • “you’re so pretty.”
  • “you look like an angel.”
  • i can also see sungwoo making lots of stupid dad jokes
  • just to make you laugh
  • “i can’t believe i’m dating you.”
  • “me either, baby.”
  • “why do you even use those jokes.”
  • “because i wanna see your beautiful smile.”
Am I Trash? Yeah, Probably

So…yeah… thanks to the lovely @markired and revisiting Teabag Edition | Bro Average I have slammed myself into the trash bin. Have an imagine on the one and only Chase. ~~~

Originally posted by markired

I woke up to a pair of bright blue eyes staring lovingly at me. “G'morning, baby,” Chase whispered.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Exactly how long have you been staring at me for?” I asked playfully.

He raised his head up slightly to look at the glowing iHome behind me. “Um, about an hour and fifteen minutes…”

We both burst into giggles. The mid-morning light coming from the window only made him look even more happy. As I calmed, I felt the gentle touch of his hand on my cheek. “God,” he started.

I blushed and wondered if there was drool or something on my face. “What?”

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