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anonymous asked:

i don't know if you do this kind of thing,,but do you have any klance headcanons? i desperately need more klance in my life

this is it. this is my moment. well, my dude, you have come to the right place. get ready bc this is going to get very very very klance-y

  • keith, being the touch-starved emo alien cat that he is, has these moments where he just,,wraps his arms around an unsuspecting victim and just lays there. sometimes for hours. (read:lance is usually said unsuspecting victim)
  • “you do realize there’s a drill going on right now, right?” “shut up and hold me.”
  • during training, they try so hard to one-up each-other that they end up passing out from exhaustion
  • “keith, keith, keith, show them the thing!” “blep.” “oh my gOD-”
  • maybe blep will be our always
  • lance is always walking around the castle shirtless in the morning, the reason being keith is always taking damn shirts and never giving them back
  • “lance, where are your clothes?” “idk ask keith.”
  • regardless of height, lance is always the little spoon. always. forever. don’t question it.
  • the castle went under maintenance once, and keith was forced to share a room with lance. needless to say, even after his room was finished, keith never left
  • lance gives off a lot of body heat, which makes him the perfect person to cuddle with, especially for keith, whose about as warm as a box of penguins (aka cold af someone gives this boy a jacket or smth)
  • also, since lance is always so goddamn warm, he and keith don’t even need blankets when they sleep together
  • did i mention keith was a closet meme
  • *lance is about to do something reckless with his lion* “hoe don’t do it-” *lance does it* “oh my god.”
  • “this is, as you Earth people say, lit?” “say lit one more time.”
  • lance loves his meme bf
  • keith knows that lance is Disgusted by his texan accent, so he makes it a point to slip into it just to annoy the hell out him
  • “hey y’all, what do-” “nonono keith ily but shUT YOUR QUIZNAK.”
  • pineapple on pizza discourse
  • “lance i swear to god if you eat that i will never kiss you again”
  • lance does it anyways
  • the Bonding Moment is an inside joke of theirs
  • “Hey Keith?” “Lance it’s like 2 in the morning what do you want?” “Do you think Vrepit Sa stands for Dicks Out for Zarkon?”
  • pillow talk pillow talk pillow talk
  • their relationship is just disgusting
A thought I’ve had this morning...

I’m seeing people drawing and talking about how Yuri and Otabek practiced “the glove thing”. And that’s very funny, really it is, and I like it, but let’s remember…

In the manga, we can see how Yuri was pissed off about Yuuri skating his exhibition with Viktor, and Yuri asks Otabek to take part in his exhibition in that right moment, just before his own exhibition, right? 

Initially, Otabek wasn’t going to take part in all of this, and he can’t pair skate with Yuri. He just helped Yuri the night before to practice his program with the new song. Well, my headcanon now is what all “the glove thing” was TOTALLY IMPROVISED.

Maybe Yuri told Otabek in the last minute: “Stay at the edge of the icerink, then, when I bring you my hands, you take off my gloves, in the most spectacular way that comes to your mind, and at the end, make the pew pew thing with your finger, k?”. And Otabek thought: “Hmm, spectacular way… oh my god, I can only think taking off his glove with my teeth…”

If my headcanon is true and they didn’t practice “the glove thing” before, OH MY LORD, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!

((PS: sorry if something is weird explained, I’ll be apologizing for my awful english forever))

parents kissing (stefan salvatore drabble)

you and stefan are the parent figures of your friend group and he ends up suggesting something that’s a little crazy at first.

(gifs aren’t mine!!)

“Damon Salvatore–NO!” You glare at Damon as he and Kai prepare to throw daggers at one another in some sort of game.

“Kai, cut it out,” Stefan walks in the living room and grabs the knife out of Kai’s hand on his way towards the bar.

“Hey!” Kai whines, stomping after Stefan as Damon points and laughs at him.

“Damon, please act your age– you’re almost 200 years old,” Stefan raises his brows at his brother who shrugs almost proudly.

“Damon. Hand over your knife, NOW,” you glare at him and he raises his brows, almost amused by your attempt to scare him.

So you walk over to him with a confident smirk on your face. Seeing the confidence, Damon kind of shrinks down. You stop right next to him and pulls his head lower so that you can whisper to him. You see Stefan and Kai’s eyes on you and so you put a little extra effort into both your performance and the threat that you’re whispering in Damon’s ear.

By the time you’re done, Damon shudders and gives you a disgusted look while handing over the knife. You kiss his cheek and give your audience a little curtsy before walking over to the bar.

“That was so hot,” Kai whispers, clearing his throat as Stefan gives him a look.

“I think you should go to your little friend Damon. If you’re lucky, he’ll tell you what I told him,” you raise your brows innocently and Kai runs over to Damon, almost tripping on his own two feet.

“You definitely threatened to rip his dick off,” Stefan looks over to you and you laugh.

“In very graphic detail. God I almost felt bad. Almost,” you smile as Stefan hands you a drink.

“They’re like children. I mean I get why,” Stefan shrugs. “Neither of him had the best childhoods, so it makes sense that they’re trying to make up for lost time but still.”

“Oh god and they’re both vampires. It’s gonna be like this forever,” you groan and Stefan laughs lightly, taking another sip of his bourbon.

“We’re gonna need a lot more bourbon to get through this life. We’re running out as it is.”

“I call supply runs if you watch the kids?” You raise your brows towards Stefan who looks too hesitant for your liking. “Come on! I’m human! What if these idiots kill me?”

“You know they won’t ever do that.”

“And how can you be so sure?” You take a sip of your drink as Stefan thinks of what to say.

“I know that they wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you because I would murder them,” Stefan shrugs as your mouth falls open.

“Oh come on you can’t do that!” He raises his brows and you hold your hands up. “Look, I’m not saying I want to be dead, but accidents happen where vampires are involved.”

“You can’t just be written off as an accident, Y/N,” Stefan shakes his head and Damon smirks at the two of you, winking in your direction.

“Why does Damon look like that?” You furrow your brows as Stefan rolls his eyes.

“It’s nothing.”

You look back at Damon and this time he and Kai are both giving you a wierd look… Is Kai blowing kisses at you?

“Are they really that turned on by me ripping off their balls one at a time?” You finish your drink and Stefan laughs, shaking his head at you.

“No, they’re waiting to see your reaction after I ask you out. Also they’re listening in on our conversa–”

“I’m sorry did you just say they’re waiting for you to ask me out?” You raise a brow at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Well we’re like the mom and dad of the group, so it’s fitting.”

“Please tell me you have a better reason than that because I want to say yes, but you’re making it hard,” you rest an elbow on the table and Stefan sighs, dropping his head.

“The truth is that I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but things managed to get in the way. For one, my mom came back to life. And then Caroline happened. And then–”

“Alright, I’m familiar with the trainwreck that’s been our lives these past few years. Go on.”

“Well the thing that pushed me over the edge is that date you went on with Kol. I haven’t been that angry in a very long time, Y/N,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I saw him wrapping an arm around you and making you laugh and it made me angry.”

“So you’re asking me out because you’re angry?” You furrow your brows, determined to fuck with him as much as you could.

“No, Y/N, listen. AGH,” he groans, turning his head the other way. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“So you’re gonna give up because this is getting hard?” You turn him around to face you again. “I don’t know how this is going to work.”

“See? I knew–”

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You cup his face and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss, a small smile on your face as his hands slowly move around your face.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you,” you whisper, a smile growing on Stefan’s face as he leans in for another kiss to which you gladly oblige.

“Seeing your parents kiss is so disturbing,” you hear Kai’s voice as Damon gags.

You and Stefan burst out laughing at the two idiots who were practically your children. This was gonna be fun.

So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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17 “I want to make you mine, but it’s so hard to say.”
61 “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
77 “I love you.”


Your relationship with Lip became difficult since he’s on college. The stress on his shoulders, the drinking, his family…
All this and more are the reasons that you barely see each other and the relationship is more off than on.

“Ugh..” Lip groans as he wakes up, tearing you from your thoughts. “(Y/N)?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
You should be pissed off that he spent half of the night with drinking and smoking instead of having at least sex with you.
But you can’t as big blue eyes stare at you like a lost puppy.
“Got you some painkillers.” You say while grabbing the pills and a glass of water from the night table.
“Thanks.” He mumbles and sits up next to you. “Dunno what I did to deserve you.”
“Me neither. Guess it’s the curls which makes me weak in the knees.” You chuckle quietly.
But it quickly dies as he doesn’t even smile or look at you.
“‘m serious, (Y/N). I love you.”
It’s ridiculous, after all this time your heartbeat increases like crazy and a smile spreads over your face.
“I love you too.”
Softly he puts his lips on yours, his hand finds its way to your cheek, stroking it.
“I want to make you mine, but it’s so hard to say.” He whispers.
“I’m already yours.” You respond and peck on his mouth again.
“I mean forever.”
Your eyes widen and you gasp in surprise as he takes a ring out of the jeans he’s still wearing.
“Oh..oh god, Lip. Yes, yes.” You say while he puts the ring on your finger and he flips you on the back.
“So Mrs Gallagher, how do you want to celebrate?” He smiles, nibbling on your sensitive spot on the neck.
“Mh, I’d know there one or two things.”

aspoopytypeofchemistry  asked:

Chlonette AU where they make a pact to get married as kids

Alya took off her glasses and wiped away the tears that were collecting in the corners of her eyes. “Waitwaitwait. Oh my God. Okay. Please run me through this like one more time.”

Chloe was turned away from the rest of the class and had her hands covering her ears. “Nope! I’m not listening to this again! I’ve been subjected to enough public humiliation as it is!”

“Ditto!” Marinette grumbled, hiding her face in her folded arms resting on the desk. “This isn’t funny anymore just let it go.”

Nino scoffed. “Um. That’s offensive. I’ll have you know that I have taken my role as your future wedding officiant very seriously.”

“No!” Alya gaped with a wide smile. “They made you the officiant?”

“Yup,” Nino nodded. “Actually, I should probably go get registered soon.”

“No one’s getting registered! No one’s getting married! Fuck off, Nino,” Chloe shouted. 

“Oh shut up, you’re supposedly not even listening anymore,” Alya said. “This is possibly the most fascinating thing you’ve ever told me. I’m still half convinced you’re lying to me.”

“Listen, when we were in école together, Chloe and Marinette were inseparable.”

“Wait a minute,” Adrien perked up suddenly. “Chloe, that best girlfriend in the whole wide world you were always telling me about when we were kids….that was Marinette!?”

Marinette dug through her book bag, pulled out a pen, and held it out to Kim who was standing by her desk. “Here. Take it. Stab me with it. Do it.”

“We are not talking about that Adrien!!” Chloe screamed, standing up from her chair. “That was a part of my dark past how dare you bring it up!”

“Oh man, they did everything together,” Nino laughed. “Did arts and crafts projects together, went to the park together, got friendship bracelets together, it was super adorable.” 

“We were like eight!” Marinette wailed. “Oh my God, that was forever ago!”

“Just makes it even more adorable,” Nino shrugged. “But yeah they announced to the whole class one day that if they didn’t have any boyfriends by the time they graduated lycée, that they were going to date each other and then get married. I humbly accepted the responsibility of marrying them myself, Juleka was going to be in charge of makeup, Max was in charge of fundraising, and Nathanael was going to design the invitations.”

“I have preliminary sketches if you want them,” Nathanael said from the back of the classroom. “I was thinking a pink and yellow theme. Possibly a spring wedding.” 

“Oh my God, can I be Marinette’s maid of honor?” Alya gasped. 

“There’s no wedding!” Marinette shrieked. 

“I was going to be Chloe’s best man, so that works,” Adrien grinned. “Or wait. Does she get a maid of honor instead of a best man? How does that work again?”

“How about this?” Nino decided. “Alya is Marinette’s maid of honor. I’m Marinette’s best man. You’re Chloe’s best man. And Sabrina’s Chloe’s maid of honor. That way we’re all even.”

“Oh perfect!” Sabrina smiled, clapping her hands together. “I already started drafting a speech. I was hoping someone could take a look at it for me and tell me what they think.”

“Done!” Chloe announced, getting up from her seat. “Five thousand percent done! I’m burying myself in shame in the park! Don’t look for me!”

Brownies |Jack Avery|

|Word Count - 634|

|Request - Yes| 

“But why?” Jack dragged out dramatically slumping his head against your shoulder. Playfully rolling your head, you continued to mix the pieces of chocolate into the soft batter Corbyn and Jonah had begged you to make.

“Because Corbyn and Jonah basically begged me to make these.” You replied making the brunette let out an impatient huff.

“But I want to sleep.” He continued to whine as he grabbed onto your arm.

“You can go to sleep on the couch Jack. I won’t even be that long.” You suggested pointing towards the living room with your spatula. Seeming unfazed, Jack continued to make noises under his breath letting you know he didn’t like that option.

“Or you can help me clean up so I can finish faster?” Realizing that was the best option, Jack started grabbing stuff from the counter and putting them where they belonged. He stopped his shuffling when he grabbed the small container of cocoa powder. You gave him a look when he started to open the small box.

“You know that stuff doesn’t taste good alone right?” You questioned when he dipped his fingers in it. He looked up at you with a small smile before raising his fingers to his face.

“Jack don’t throw up o-” You were cut off when Jack blew the brown powder into your face sending you into a fit of coughs and sneezes.

“Jack fucking Avery, are you really doing this?” You blinked the powder from your eyes before grabbing the nearest thing that you could chuck at Jack which happened to be a stick of butter.

“No that’s going to bruise me.” Jack exclaimed dodging the stick of butter you had pegged at him but didn’t move quick enough as it came in contact with his thigh. He howled in mock pain as he grabbed the container of oil before making his way to the other side of the island.

“No, don’t. It’ll take forever to clean.” It was if Jack hadn’t heard you. Squeezing the bottle with force, the oil found its way across the counter and onto you. You gasped for air when the substance hit your face, Jack standing there slightly shook. He hadn’t expected the oil to actually get on but then again, the bottle was full.

“Oh god.” he mumbled under his breath watching you wipe at your eyes. You squinted at him, not wanting the oil to get in your eyes but you wanted to make sure he saw your current state.

“Do you see this? All of this? You just wrecked the kitchen, Jack. There’s oil all over the counter and it’s on the floor and on me. Are you happy?” You questioned the brunette who stood there with a sheepish smile. Mumbling under his breath, you gave him a confused face as you hadn’t heard what he said. You raised your eyebrows at him waiting for him to repeat himself.

“I said, God, I love you.” Jack whispered with a small smile. Your face became flushed as you gave the boy an inquisitive look.

“You love God?” You questioned making the Brunette let out a choked laugh.

“No silly. I said I love you.”

“Oh.” Was all you had said before looking down at the batter. Confused with your sudden quietness, Jack leaned forward onto the counter trying to get you to look at him.

“Do you not love me?” He questioned making you feel just as awkward. Twiddling your fingers, you gave the brunette a ha;f smile.

“I do.” You replied making a smile erupt on your boyfriends face.

“Jack it’s too early to ask her to marry you. Chill.” Corbyn mumbled walking into the kitchen. Jack and you shared a look before the both of you started to laugh.

“I just want my brownies!”

|Sorry it’s so late and if it’s not the best xx|

okay heres the thing i’m pissed off too i can’t pretend i’m not sad audrey or anyone else i love got the ending they deserved but i’ve always know this is what david lynch does. his work has always been dark and feels like a dream and i’m in awe of that. i feel like im in a different world watching twin peaks and i feel like i can let go and get dragged into the world of twin peaks. that whole season felt like a dream. sometimes a dream within another dream. i still think what lynch and frost did this season was ART and beautiful. it was shocking, terrifying, moving, confusing, dreamy and all that jazz. it made me feel a lot of different emotions and challenged me in new ways like no other show has ever done. twin peaks will stay with me and i’m never going to stop loving it. did i want twin peaks to end in a different way, sure of course. did i think it was going to end the way i wanted, oh god no. david lynch doesnt make work to please others and i didn’t get my hopes up when i watch this work but i love that. I love not knowing, i love the mystery because it gets into my mind like no other show and i need that in my life. i will forever be craving more and feel like that final was open to be taking in different ways. i’ve always said twin peaks has always been about laura palmer so that ending to me felt right to me.

anonymous asked:

Hi,I was wondering if you could make a prompt list for a poly, triad relationship, in "domesticity" settings??? Living together and whatnot. I love your page! There are not many like it :)

Thank you so much! I appreciate that. Here you go, let me know if there’s anything else I can do:

  • “Look I love you guys but maybe a studio apartment was a bad idea and did you really just elbow me in the rib oh my god.”
  • “One of us sleep walks and turns all the lights on and we have to take turns standing vigil until we find out who it is.”
  • “You two keep switching outfits for about three minutes in the middle of the day and then switching back just to convince me I’m losing my mind DON’T SAY YOU AREN’T I KNOW YOU ARE.”
  • “You’re the only one who knows how to cook anything other than Ramen, but it’s your birthday so somehow, between the two of us, we will cook you a nice romantic meal so go sit down and ignore the smoke alarm.”
  • “Which one of you brought in the kitten. No you can’t both point to each other, one of you did it and it was you wasn’t it… oh my god look at it we’re keeping it.”
  • “We have an extra person on our hands we have to win the monthly blanket fort contest in our building cmon we have to.”
  • “Everyone else in the building is coming up with theories about why three people are sharing a one bedroom apartment and honestly it’s so entertaining let’s not tell anyone for a while, yeah?”
  • “Our very friendly next door neighbors asked us to babysit and amazingly not even one out of the three of us has any experience with kids oh god it won’t stop crying”
  • “We all assumed someone else was going to call the plumber so now the three of us are down to one shower and now I realize why our water bill is so high you take foREVER DEAR GOD”
  • “I can never keep track of who’s doing what- making coffee, mopping, purposefully making the bed wrong, leaving antifolk music on whenever I get out of the shower- but you’re both so weird and I love you. Wait what do you mean neither of you make the bed wrong? Who the hell keeps messing up our bed?”
  • And, just for kicks, “A human buys and old house already inhabited by a ghost and frequented by a stray werewolf, and one thing leads to another…”
hamilton characters as things i have said irl
  • alexander hamilton: NO I'M NOT DONE TALKING FUCK YOU
  • john laurens: tiny turtle bro how are you?
  • lafayette: i like bread.
  • angelica schuyler: touch me again and i'll pour kool aid on your head
  • eliza schuyler: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM OH MY GOD
  • peggy schuyler: *loud sobbing to in the heights*
  • thomas jefferson: i only like the stove mac and cheese. the microwave kind can go fuck itself.
  • james madison: she's making me do homework on a FUCKING SICK DAY JFC
  • aaron burr: this is taking forever help me
  • maria reynolds: call me slut one more time and see what happens, bitch
  • philip hamilton: imma be over here dying if you need me
  • george washington: i can't figure out how to livestream, help

Title: Blending in (Part 4 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Tony finds out that Steve has become suspicious of the Reader and tries to convince them that blending in would be better

Word Count: 2285

Warnings: Fluff!!!

A/N: I love this part SO MUCH I might cry? Let me know if you like this series :) I also decided that I’m going to include songs that inspired a part/just fit with the story, I hope you enjoy and happy friday! song.


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Believe In Me

Request: In which Jungkook swears to always protect you—even if you don’t accept him.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst, Guardian Angel!AU
Word Count: 8,681
Author’s Note: oh my god I finally finished this. I don’t know how I feel about it yet, but I hope you guys like it!!


Jungkook doesn’t remember dying.

He actually doesn’t remember anything much about, well, anything. As strange as it may sound, all he really remembers is darkness. Just an endless pitch, devoid of any life, the only thing to keep him company the whispers and remnants of his own thoughts—even though he’s not even sure he’s had much to begin with. It just feels like he’s floating around in some sort of strange bubble of extended unconsciousness, aware of everything and yet absolutely nothing all at the same time.

He isn’t aware of how long he’s stuck in this stage, caught between the realms of the dead and the living, unable to settle in one for too long, before it feels like he’s being pulled down. As if the carpet beneath his feet have been ripped from below him, sending him spiraling until he’s standing within a white room with no doors and no windows.

It all feels a little bit like waking up, embracing some sort of artificial sunlight that takes the form of blinding lights without a source and Jungkook is left alone to walk, touch the walls as the questions spring in his mind like wildflowers. He’s confused, because even though he doesn’t remember dying he knows for a fact that he’s dead and when he pictured afterlife this is certainly not what he had been expecting. Whatever fantasy he may have conjured up in his mind seem a lot more exciting than the confined space of 4 walls, no end in sight.

“You must have a lot of questions right now.”

Jungkook whirls around towards the voice, sprouting from someone he knows could not have been in the room a few seconds ago. But again, he knows he must certainly be dead because how else could someone have appeared within a room with no windows or doors, an eerie quietness drifting and biting at his skin—a previous reminder that he had been alone.

Up until now.

The speaker of the statement is a man behind a desk, hair a short pale blue color and black framed glasses across his face, fingers laced together and folded upon a file. The man is unfamiliar, yet his smile is one of comfort and a vague recognition, and Jungkook could have sworn he’s seen this man before once in his lifetime. Or, at the very least, he trusts this man almost immediately. It could be a naive part of Jungkook’s original nature, but the man has just appeared to him out of thin air, seemingly willing to answer any question Jungkook dare try to speak—and he seems calm.

Jungkook turns to face the man completely. “I died,” He speaks quietly, clearing his voice when it sounds as if he hasn’t had to use it in years, like vocals rubbing against sandpaper.

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anonymous asked:

maybe post some happy otp prompts ?? either dating or meeting !!

(internally screams at all the asks in my inbox that I haven’t answered cause I suck at this) thank you for being patient guys omg


  • I caught you dreamily admiring the sky and and the pure wonder on your face made my heart pick up, oh my god you’re so pretty, do I say hello?
  • The first thing I knew about you was your laugh. This beautiful laughter sounded from behind me and somehow I just knew you were something special.
  • My friend forced me to a an unpopular play he’s an extra in and you’re acting one of the main characters and I fell so hard for you but was too shy to come up to you afterwards so I came to the show every night after that to admire you from afar even though the play sucks and oh god you’re starting to notice I swear I’m not a creep
  • You’re a regular at this diner and always order the same cheap meal and I feel so bad, please take this full meal, it’s on me, also you’re cute
  • For our first date you took me to the zoo to introduce me to your favorite animals and I’m so in love oh my god
  • A customer was shouting at you and you looked so distraught and tired so I stood up for you and I’m gonna give you the biggest tip for putting up with that jerk and wow your smile is cute
  • I was delivering your pizza but when I knocked on the door you shouted from the roof- wait you locked yourself out? and you ordered pizza? wa- well yes it is the end of my shift, I’d love to join you
  • We’ve been classmates for forever but we’ve never actually talked until now and you’re such a dork I never knew…. wow I thought you were a jerk but you’re adorable
  • My phone died can I make a call on yours please? Thank you so mu- SHIT! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I dropped it. Oh god it’s broken I don’t have the money to fix it I’m so so sorry I’ll make it up to you!
  • You fell into a puddle and you’re soaked and it’s cold as hell outside, here take my jacket, no really it’s fine- …well free coffee does sound good actually
  • You found my lost cat and got to witness me break out into tears and take you into a bone-crushing hug, I’m sorry I was just so worried thank you so much
  • We’ve just been introduced but I swear I think I know you-OH! You’re the one I saw walk into a pole the other day! Now you’re blushing again, how cute
  • Date idea: go into the store and compete who can eat more free samples without getting caught
  • Date idea p. 2: impromptu DANCE BATTLE in a public place

Hope these do? :)

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Contrast - (Harrison “ Harry” Wells/Reader)

Imagine E-2 reader let Zoom take Jesse. So Jesse and Harry are shocked when they see E-1 reader walk in one day correcting one of Jesse’s science equations.

For my dear @wowjeena

Originally posted by allenparker

“Oh… my… god…” Jesse turned to her father, “Why didn’t I see that? Why did you see that!?”

Harry stared at the board tilting his head at the corrected complicated equation he had his daughter had been working on, “I don’t know…It makes perfect sense…”

“It’s a common misplacement of numbers.” They both froze at the sound of your voice behind them, “I’m sorry, I hope you two weren’t working on that forever and I just ruined everything. Sometimes I just see things and can’t help myself”

Harry turned defensively stepping in front of Jesse, “Y/N…”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Oh…you must have a version of me back home.”

Jesse stepped closer to her father, “You could…say that.”

You looked toward her seeing their uneasiness, “I’m making you uncomfortable…I’m so sorry…”

Harry watched you take a step back putting yourself in almost a submissive body position. Something the Y/N back home would never had done. Back home you would have strutted over declaring how wrong he’d been for such a simple solution and go on to how incompetent he was. 

“I can go…” You lowered your gaze from his hard stare, “I’m sorry…”

“Wait…” He spoke up feeling Jesse tug on his arm. He looked back at his daughter, “After everything this team has done for me…after everything I’ve done to them…to get you back…”

“Dad…” She whispered fear lacing her eyes, “She…”

“That…” He looked to you pausing by the door way, “That isn’t Y/N…this is…Y/N.

You gave him a small smile relaxing a little, “I’m not here to cause trouble…Barry just asked me to come introduce myself after he explained what’s going…I’ve been abroad in New Zealand doing some work on-”

“A new form of electrochemical energy storage?” His eyes smiled a little as he interrupted you taking a guess.

“No…” You shook your head a little at his remark, “Same field-ish… Photobioreactor…is that what my counterpart is working on, on your earth?”

He watched you curiously take a step toward him as he crossed his arms, “Yes.”

“That’s atrocious!” You looked at him, “Everyone knows that it is cleaner to use photobio over electrochem!”

“Yes, but it’s more expensive to maintain.” He countered surprised by your concern for the green ideal, “Everyone knows that it takes twice as much, versus chemical.”

“It provides jobs and if we could get federal funding here in the states…” You shook your head frustrated.

“Job security isn’t an issue back home.” He told you glancing to Jesse who still seemed uncomfortable, “Jesse…why don’t you go make us some lunch. Pretty sure Cisco brought us some groceries today…why don’t you go deem what they consider food here.”

“Right…” She nodded glancing at you as she walked out.

“Nice to meet you, Jesse.” You smiled at her warmly as she walked out without a word. You looked back to Harry, “Did…my doppelganger…do something?”

He swallowed looking away, “Our Y/N…she…well…she was a rival of mine. Always looking for a way to gain an edge. She’s the one who planted the idea in Zoom’s head to take her…to set this whole plan into motion…”

Your face fell as you put a hand to your stomach, “…I…I don’t know what to say…I’m so sorry…I wouldn’t have just…”

“I know.” He nodded slowly taking off his glasses, “I was in your position a few months ago when I first came here. Your team trusted me…I will try to do the same for you. Jesse…she…”

“I don’t expect anything.” You told him slowly taking a step toward him, “I can’t even imagine…”

“I should go talk to her and make sure everything’s okay.” He looked to your face. Even your eyes seemed different, they were so warm and inviting. Full of curiosity he would guess. He was used of this cold harsh individual. All busy, and only there for the glory and looking for the kill.

“If there’s anything I can do for either of you, please, don’t hesitate to ask.” You told him that desirable smile coming back to your face, “You’ve both have been through too much and I would like to help you anyway I can.”

“Thank you.” He watched you turn walking out noticing all the differences even more. You didn’t wear stilettos that clacked against the floor like a war drum. You hair was relaxed gracefully bouncing as you glided out. Then there was that gentle look back full of genuine sincerity instead of pure contempt with a desire to destroy.

He took a deep breath clearing his throat before he went to seek out Jesse. Yes…this was going to be different if you were going to be around the lab. He’d try to be wary for Jesse…he wouldn’t lie that there was a sinking feeling in the back of his head knowing you were there.

Even his doppelganger here had secrets…he wondered what yours were.

Feel My Legs - Joe Sugg

Requested: No

Request: Open

A/N: I got this idea bc i finally shaved my legs in like forever. Also this is somewhat shorter than my usual length. I am getting to request so just be patient por favor. 

Originally posted by gabbyreallyneedsalife

I had just finished taking my shower was putting my robe on. I had recently got this new EOS shaving cream that makes you skin really soft and I had tried it out. I hadn’t felt my legs because I was just too excited. I tied my robe shut and wrapped my hair up with my towl. It was finally time to feel my legs. I ran my hands down my legs. 

“Oh. My. God!” I squealed of excitement. 

“Y/N? You okay?” called my boyfriend, Joe Sugg, from our shared bedroom. I burst out of the bathroom and saw Joe sitting there on our bed, in front of his camera. 

“Joe, feel my legs.” I said. 

“What?” he said, obviously confused. I walked over to him and put my leg on the bed. 

“Feel the leg Joseph.” I commanded while wiggling my eyebrows. He burst out laughing.

“But why?” he said after containing his laughter. 

“Just do it.” I rolled my eyes. He ran his hand up and down my leg. He’s eyes got wide.

“Y/N, your legs are the softest thing I’ve ever felt.” he admitted. He was still running his hand up and down my leg.

“I know right!” I squealed. I pulled my leg of the bed, and Joe wined. “Joe, there’s no need to whine. You’ll get to feel my legs all night.”

“But I’m filming a video!” he whined some more.  

“Well then stop recording and snuggle with me. It’s almost one in the morning.” I said while walking over to the dressers to pick out something to wear to bed. I pulled out some running shorts and a tank top. I got dressed and then turned around. In bed was Joe, waiting for me. He patted the spot next to him. I laughed, turned the lights off, and then crawled into bed. I snuggled up with Joe. My face on his bare chest, and his feet running up and down my legs. I breathed in his scent. He smelled of vanilla and Nando’s. Two weird scents that delighted my senses. 

“Joe?” I whispered. 

“Hmm.” he hummed. I could feel the vibrations in his chest. 

“You love me right?” I asked him. I sat up so I could look him in the eye. 

“No, I’m in love with your legs.” joked Joe. I swatted his chest in a playful manner. “Fine, fine, of course I love you.”   

“Good, and you smell of Nando’s. Did you get some without me?” I pouted. 

“Maybe.” he said shortly. 

“Joe! You should have gotten some for me!” I said. 

“How about we go out to dinner tomorrow then?” he suggested. 

I pretended to think about it. “Well, I guess I have nothing better to do.” 

“Just give me a kiss.” he told me. I leaned over to him and gave him a peck on the lips. He wrapped me up in his arms so that we were now spooning. 

“I love you too Joe Sugg, and so do my legs.”

Honeymoon Avenue - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Reader.

No Smut, just suuuuper fluffy


“After you.” Derek smiles as he opens the door of your cab.

“Thank you.” You smile as you slide in.

“Hey, baby.” Derek looks at you as he buckles his seat belt.


“We’re married.” He grins.

“Finally.” You lean over and kiss his cheek.

The drive from the airport to the hotel consisted of you climbing all over him and telling him how much you loved him and him having a heart attack because you kept taking your seat belt off.

He carried bags in while you checked in. You carried the room key up, excitedly bouncing around.

“You’re the cutest thing ever.” He watches you, smiling wide.

You giggle softly, your husband still how manages you make you feel like you just met. “You’re the cutest thing ever. Maybe that’s why we’re married.”

He laughs, “Everyone is going to get tired of us saying we’re married.”

“We better get it all out of our system on the honeymoon then.”

“We better get a lot of things out of our system on the honeymoon.” He smirks and you laugh, running out of the elevator doors as they open. You unlock the door and flop onto the bed when you find it.He jumps on the bed beside you. “What do you want to go do?” He looks over at you.

“I’m jet lagged. Let’s just cuddle.” You smile.

“Oh, you get me.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest, kissing your lips gently.

“I can’t believe we actually got out of Beacon Hills.”

“What do you mean?” Derek asks.

“I probably just jinxed us, but we haven’t received a phone call from anyone asking for us to rescue them from a supernatural danger.”

“Oh my God, you’re right.” He laughs. “Let’s stay on this honeymoon forever, that we everyone will leave us alone. Deal?”

“Deal.” You giggle and kiss his nose.

“Let’s go on an adventure.” You smile.

“I thought you were jet lagged.” Derek raises an eyebrow.

“Oh I am. But the thought of doing anything with you makes me feel better.”

He chuckles, “Let’s take a nap and go an adventure tomorrow. When we wake up we can order pizza.”

“Good God, this is why I married you.”

You took your nap, when you woke you changed into one of Derek’s shirts and ordered the pizza. He was still in bed when the delivery guy came.

“Babe! Baby!” You ran into the room.

He bolted up, “What? Who died?”

“No one. The pizza guy is here and I don’t have any pants on.”

“Oh.” He laughs and rubs his eyes. “Okay.” He stands and grabs some cash before heading for the door. He returns with a beer for the both of you and the pizza.

“Where in the hell did you get beer?” You grin as he hands you yours.

“Mini-fridge, my dear.”

“We have to pay extra for these, y'know.” You look at him as he grabs a slice.

“Fifteen bucks extra for a cold beer or free warm tap water. Your choice.”

You shrug, “Fair enough. You convinced me.” You grab a slice and lay against the headboard. “This is exactly what I looked forward to.”

“What?” Derek glances over at you.

“This. You and I. We aren’t out saving the world, we aren’t taking care of teenagers, we’re just us. In bed with pizza and beer, and I love it.”

He laughs, “You want a mundane life, don’t you?”

“I do. I want it so badly.”

“Too bad we’re werewolves. The closest thing to mundane we’ll get is changing on the full moon.”

You sigh. “We could have kids. That’s pretty normal.”

“When do you want to have kids? Immediately?”

You shrug, “When I get pregnant, I get pregnant.”

Derek thinks about what you said. “Good policy.”

“We won’t try, but we won’t not try.” You look at your husband.

“Maybe you’ll come home pregnant.”

“Maybe in nine months we could have a little Hale.” You grin.

“Well, that sounds adorable.”

Auston Matthews Part 3: March

Originally posted by fuckhawkey

january - february

warnings: mention of underage drinking

word count: 1477

A/N: i struggled with them but have a lot of inspiration for “April” so i included a sneak preview for that chapter at the end.

Auston was going to be in LA for less than 48 hours due to a new sponsorship opportunity meeting. The company set him up with a nice hotel room so after his very long meeting he got to spend some family time with you and Logan at the beach building a bonfire. Cooper offered to take Logan for the night so you could spend some much needed time alone together.

Entering a spacious hotel room, fit with white bedding and all black furniture, you immediately sprawled yourself on the bed.

“Oh my god, I haven’t done this is FOREVER. Logan’s been climbing out of his crib and making his way onto the center of my bed almost every night.” You vented. Auston just laughed as he made his way onto the bed right beside you. He rested on his side, leaning his head on his palm as he supported himself on his elbow so he could face you. His other hand’s fingers began tracing small circles on your arm giving you tiny goosebumps.

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i love you | 01

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin

Words: 629

Genre: Overpoweringly sweet fluff

Summary: Things you said when you thought i was asleep

Requested by: @colourfulnoodles

A/N: omg, this is the first story i’ve posted…i’m nervous as hell and i realised it’s really short but i feel like this is the perfect intro to my writing and i’ll be working hard to try and write even more to post on here. but i hope you enjoy this little drabble i cranked out!

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anonymous asked:

Combeferre who takes forever to realize Courfeyrac is in love with him even though Courfeyrac has made him tons of mixed tapes/playlists basically declaring his love via music but Combeferre thinks there's no way someone that hot could want him in that way and just thinks Courfeyrac does that for everyone. Also he may believe Courfeyrac is in love with Marius

Oh my god I kind of adore oblivious Combeferre like

Courfeyrac makes him a mixtape entitled ‘I Love You I Do’ containing primarily old classic love songs (Etta James’ ‘At Last’ is on there twice), Combeferre figures he’s just being friendly.

They go out to dinner every Friday, just the two of them, and they always dress nicely. Combeferre thinks it’s because Enjolras hates fancy restaurants, and no one else will go with Courf.

Courfeyrac introduces him to people as ‘my boyfriend’, Combeferre figures he’s playing some hilarious (unintentionally painful) joke.

Courfeyrac sitting Combeferre down one night with a serious expression and saying, “I’m concerned you might not realize that we’re dating” and Combeferre just stares at him for like five minutes straight.