Request by @mistressofallthingsgeeky :Lu, could I get a Sam fic where the reader is being flirted with at the bar, and Sam gets all growly and dominant, and smut ensues? Possibly with a bite kink (bite so hard it leaves a permanent mark), maybe have her call him Sir and he calls her Baby girl?
Triggers: Smut. Possessive Sam. Biting fetish.
Word Count: 1554
“Did you two have a fight or something?” Dean asked Sam as he took shot after shot. Sam really didn’t drink this way he was unless he was angry or they were celebrating something. They hadn’t finished the hunt as of yet so it had to have been a fight between himself and you.
“No,” Sam growled out.
Dean held his hands up. “Easy, tiger. What’s up?”
“Guy’s been flirting with her. I know she’s not interested, but…Why doesn’t she tell him to fuck off?”
Maybe the heist didn’t go well, but those belts worked. You know, the belts that allowed Lup, Taako, Magnus, and Merle to go back to their home world for a set number of hours, with no other consequences besides the fact that they had a time limit.
Those same belts that could maybe allow them to travel to a number of worlds they’ve been to before, to see a number of people they haven’t seen in years. Those same belts that could be used for, say, and afternoon visit to some family that was left behind and assumed lost forever.
The belts worked, and the IPRE has a way to visit home again - for a little while.
You and Bucky were destined for each other, and everyone seemed to know it but you. The day you met Bucky Barnes, you grew closer with your platonic relationship - that is until one night in the heart of New York, things change. While weeks pass of denying anything could ever happen between the two of you, you realize that unconventional love is the best of all.
Notes: Bucky x Reader, tension. Playfulness. Let me know if you’d like a part two!
-anthony rosenthal is twelve fucking years old and literally such a good actor his facial expressions are golden
-andrew’s little moan when christian pulls his hair whizzer completely has a hair pulling kink nobody can tell me otherwise
-trina’s star of david necklace
-ALSO in act two trina was wearing mendel’s bracelet from act one
-daddy’s kissing boys kiss uh need I say more
-little added lines here and there like in the chess game and everyone hates his parents
-honestly I was just so in awe of my mother stephanie j. block literally the whole show oh my god stephanie belting with a BANANA in her MOUTH in HD holy FUCK
-march of the falsettos in hd was just as terrifying as you’d expect
-all the closeups on other actors while one character was singing
-andrew’s hair bouncing in the chess game
-andrew rannells being such a good actor and just portraying such raw emotion in his lines in making a home, and on the verge of tears in the games I play
-father to son was honestly so emotional and beautiful ugh anthony rosenthal is so talented the fact that this kid could portray such a wide array of fear and anger and love is amazing
-mendel calling the audience gay with his cool glowing traffic directing cones
-the nancy reagan punching bag???
-the lesbians got such a fucking cheer in both the recorded audience and the audience I was in
-anthony’s dancing in year of the child
-cordelia’s apron said “cordelia’s catering”
-whizzer just fuckinfb whipping off his sunglasses in the baseball game
-some lady in the audience of the actual recorded show whooped when jason hit the ball
-sorry, but brandon uranowitz in everyone hates his parents is literally the height of comedy
-the lesbians in uh everything
-there’s so much raw happiness in what more can I say, also I kept looking at their nipples for some reason
-did i mention the lesbians
-when whizzer collapses it’s just so sad and real and. Ugghg
-I can’t believe stephanie j. block did not get a tony!???? uh holding to the ground was just so…….I don’t even have the words to describe it
-whizzer crying during days like this
-whizzer and marvin both crying during the beginning of unlikely lovers, and the whole exchange there just shows how much they mean to each other
-whizzer and marvin may have been crying at the beginning of that song but I was fucking bawling by the end
-did I mention anthony rosenthal??? another miracle of judaism is literally the embodiment of jason and I love my boy anthony
-andrew rannells fucking sobbing all through you gotta die sometime and through the beginning of jason’s bar mitzva
-when the men go to get changed and the three women are talking about how helpless they feel and it’s heartbreaking
-marvin and trina finally getting to be at peace with each other while they’re standing behind jason during his bar mitzvah, also how they talk about how jason looks like marvin
-whizzer reaching to put his hand on jason’s shoulder and his strained “thank you”
-during what would I do how whizzer is wearing the same thing he was wearing at the beginning of the show, except the shirt is white
-“we’re just gonna skip that stage”
-marvin completely breaking down and sobbing and everyone getting into that little circle to comfort each other
-I can’t stop thinking about how the cube represents the tight knit family,,,because throughout the show, everyone is broken apart and so is the cube, but at the end they put the cube back together. marvin finally has the tight knit family he wants, but the cube is missing a block: whizzer
-Jason putting the chess piece on whizzer’s tombstone
-ok I have literally never cried this hard for anything fictional
“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” You sing songed, running all over the Stilinski’s back yard.
Your families were neighbors, and both you and Stiles were six, so you played together every day. It was a fast and easy friendship to make.
“No fair! You’re faster than me!” The boy with messy hair panted. You giggled, spinning around, your pigtails flying.
“Come on Mitchy!”
“I said I wanna be Stiles!” You shook your head, running over to him and jumping onto his back. He caught you with ease, and began running around again. It was amazing how much energy kids could have.
“Well everyone else can call you Stiles, because I’m the only one who gets to know your real name” You said cheekily.
“Okay! It’ll be a special thing. I’ll call you… uh… y/n/n!” You giggled at the silliness and nodded.
“Okay deal!” You agreed.
Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same?
Don’t wanna cry but I break that way
“It’s an emergency Stiles!” You whined through your bedroom door. He stood in the hall on the other side.
“Is it? Because last time you told me something was an emergency, you were distracting me and you took my best pokemon card and my Mets hat!” he said back.
“Please” You begged.
“Ugh” You heard him stomp his foot on the floor. “Fine. But only because somehow your puppy eyes work through the door” He said, and opened it. “I don’t know how you-” Stiles stopped when he saw you, jaw dropping open at the sight.
Tonight was your first school dance, you were seventh graders. It was low key, but still a milestone. And… you’d never dressed up before. Not even a skirt. SO when Stiles saw you in a cream colored dress with a simple brown belt, his eyes had noticeably widened.
“Oh my god is it that bad?” Tears welled in your eyes and Stiles quickly shook his head, crossing his room to you.
“No no, it’s great, it’s um, it’s pretty” He’d never said anything that made him feel so awkward. But he was telling the truth. In fact he wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, but he didn’t want to cross a line. You looked down at your outfit unsurely, a few tears slipping from your eyes. “No don’t cry y/n, don’t cry” He walked behind you, and zipped up the last two inches, because you couldn’t reach it and gave up. “I mean it you look really pretty, like, princess pretty”
“Thanks Mitchy” You mumbled, finally glancing up and taking in his button down and nice pants. He even had a tie. You smiled and grabbed onto his hand. “Come on, be my prince charming for the night”
God his heart was like thunder in his chest.
Cold sheets, but where’s my love?
I am searching high, I’m searching low
In the night ooh
He was lying in bed, trying not to cry, if he was being honest. But every time he looked over, there was that picture frame of him and y/n at the carnival. A selfie he’d taken when they got to the top of the ferris wheel. She had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Her cheek was resting on his shoulder, his Mets cap on her head and his scarf tied around her neck. She was smiling big at the camera. He knew that she had the same frame next to her bed as well, but he also knew she wasn’t looking at it right now.
No, at this moment she was out on a date with Jackson Whittemore. Yeah. Jackass Whittemore of all people. Stiles had been trying to come to terms of it, they were halfway through sophomore year and he’d asked her out the third week of school. Stiles was there, and he just sat and watched her giddy answer of a yes.
He groaned, rolling over in bed, and slamming his pillow on top of the back of his head. He begged for suffocation.
Five minutes later there was knocking on his door.
“Go away Dad, I’m not in the mood” More knocks. Stiles groaned and got up, crossing the room and whipping it open. “Dad I said-” He froze upon seeing you. Quickly he wiped his face to hide that he’d been crying earlier. Not very manly to cry.
“Your Dad let me in” You whispered. He stepped aside, and you slowly walked into his room.
“I thought that uh.. I thought tonight you-”
“Jackson was fucking with Makayla” You said bluntly, but quietly as you pretended to admire the little things on his desk. Though you’d been there millions of times before. Stiles sat on the end of his bed, your back to him.
“He did?” He all but growled out.
“Don’t go picking a fight” You scolded immediately. “But yep” You popped the p. “Screwing her since we’ve been dating, probably still is” You shrugged, and walked around to the other side of the room. Your eyes landed on his bedside table.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, picking up the familiar picture frame. You smiled at it, letting your fingers run over the glass gently. You missed those days. Stiles flopped back on the bed, and you walked back towards the door, turning off the lights and shutting the door.. “Are you going home?” Stiles asked. You shrugged your jacket off, shaking your head again. You kicked off your shoes, and made a pile of them and your coat by the door. He watched as you crawled into his bed.
“I wanna stay here” You said, and your voice cracked. Stiles reached out for you instantly, pulling you against him and cradling you.
“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered as you cried silently into his shirt.
“I thought I loved him” You admitted, and a pang of hurt tapped into his heart. “I guess I really am that typical teenage girl” You whispered.
“No… no y/n you’re so much more than that” He told you. “You’re beautiful, and smart, and you’re going to achieve so much in your life, and Jackson will whither away with his herpes and probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere- not that Scott and I will have anything to do with that” You laughed quietly into his shirt, and it made Stiles smile.
“Well… maybe Scott can use some werewolf powers and give him a little scare…” You said, and Stiles laughed. A few minutes of silence passed. Stiles hand both arms wound around you, and you had your hands pressed against his chest, head resting on top of them.
“y/n I care so much about you… more than you know” He told you. You didn’t respond. “y/n?” No response. The softest of snores left your lips, and Stiles bit the inside of his cheek.
Maybe the universe was telling him that you weren’t meant to know the truth.
I’ve got a fear
Oh in my blood
She was carried up
Into the clouds
High above ooh
You were giggling when your arms shot out for the small trash bucket, and you began hacking into it.
“Shh… Shh” He cooed, rubbing your back, and readjusting the blanket he had previously wrapped around you.
“I’m sorry I’m not much fun for movie night tonight” You sniffled.
So far your junior year was going alright. It had just started, and there was no supernatural dilemma, and you and Stiles were back to being strong again. Maybe… maybe too strong? Lately every time the boy looked at you or touched you, your heart would flutter and you knew what that meant. But it confused you. Stiles was your best friend, you couldn’t fall for him.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to watch anything y/n you’ve been sick all week maybe you should lay down”
“No I don’t want to get in your bed then you’ll get sick”
“Trust me you’ve already gotten me sick I’m sure” He replied, turning on the space heater and dragging it over to where you sat on the floor. He’d moved all the furniture in the living room out of the way so you could just be under a mountain of blankets and watched movies. It had gone great for the first fifteen minutes, but then you puked into the popcorn bowl.
“I’m sorry Stiles, I’m ruining your night” You frowned, and warmed your freezing hands up by the heater. He shook his head, smiling softly and taking your hands between his, rubbing them together to generate more heat.
“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’re here” You buried yourself more in the blanket so he couldn’t see your blush. “And you’re not dying. That’s what would ruin movie night. But it’s just the flu” Stiles chuckled. “You want something to drink maybe? Orange juice? Hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate sounds nice” You said with a big sweet smile that asked him silently to go make it for you. He nodded, and stood up, ruffling your hair before heading into the kitchen. The second h was gone, you whipped out your phone.
To Lydia: SOS CODE RED
To y/n: shit i knew you were in love with him. Alli owes me twenty and Kye owes me ten
If you bleed I’ll bleed the same
If you’re scared, I’m on my way
A shit storm of pain had come to you in a hurricane of long tan legs, and eight years experience of being a coyote.
It had been two months since you lost Allison, a girl you’d grown to become quite close with, almost as close as Lydia. Lydia being your closest girl friend. So when she died, you mourned just as much as the rest of them. Stiles had seen you cry, but never that much. He’d comforted you every second of the day for a solid three weeks. You often spent the night wrapped up in his arms and blankets, sobbing as he cooed soft things to you and stroked your hair.
And it was time. You knew it was time. It was time for you to take control of your feelings, and tell him how you really felt. That every second you’re around him, you want it to last forever. That every time he spoke, you wanted to reach across the table and kiss him. That when you rode next to him in the Jeep, you wanted to take his hand and intertwine your fingers together. That every time he touched you, sparks ignited and danced along your skin. That every time he looked at you, you just wanted to scream I love you.
You’d never power walked so quickly through the school hall. As soon as Scott told you that he’d seen Stiles go into the chem lab, you’d spun around and made your way to the classroom. It was the end of the day, every other student in the building was walking out towards the parking lot, eager to get home. But not you.
You were a girl on a mission. You neared the door, and quickly pulled out your phone to check your makeup. Flawless, you heard Lydia say in your head. Hell, you were even so confident that you winked at your reflection. This. Was. It.
You smiled big and opened the door.
If you could go back in time, and change one thing, this would be it. Because walking in on Stiles and Malia making out in the empty classroom, crushed everything you had left in you. It took your happiness, your confidence, your dignity. You felt utterly stupid.
Just as Stiles had caught your eye, you turned away and legitimately ran through the halls, suddenly you felt like you couldn’t get away fast enough.
Did you run away, did you run away
I don’t need to know
But if you ran away
If you ran away come back home
“Hey y/n, it’s Stiles again. I’m not really sure if you’re ignoring me or not, I’ve called you twelve times now, but if you are please call me back I want to fix it… uh… I’ll see you later and I hope you’re alright” You closed your eyes tight, not wanting to hear these voicemails anymore.
You shut off your phone, tossing it onto your bed.
Two days ago, you walked in on Malia kissing the fuck out of Stiles. She had her hands in his hair, hell, you could see her tongue.
Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed away your tears with the palms of your hands. You hadn’t been back to school since it happened. How could you? Show your face after complete shame? Not to mention how devastated you felt. Even a little betrayed. Lydia had pushed you to confess to Stiles, she’d told you that she saw the way he looked at you, that friends didn’t look at each other like that.
I guess I was too late, you thought to yourself. You were always too late.
You woke up to your doorbell ringing, followed by pounding on your front door. You groaned, knowing you were the only person in the house to answer. The rain was dumping outside, and it was actually helping you get to sleep. Which was now ruined thanks to whoever your visitor was. You pulled on a jacket over your tee shirt and jeans, and padded down the stairs. You checked the clock on the way.
“Who’s coming here at eleven o’clock on a Thursday night?” You mumbled to yourself. Then opened the door.
“Tell me why you’re ignoring” You almost gasped aloud when Stiles spoke the second the door opened.
“I don’t know wha-”
“Don’t bullshit me y/n tell me right now why you’re ignoring me” His hair was so soaked it hung over his face. His clothes stuck to him, and you could see his pained expression. He’d been crying.
“Stiles I-I can’t”
“You have a mouth and you’re clearly able to speak, so you very well can, tell me”
“No Stiles, I can’t”
“Why the hell not? What happened y/n? Why do you hate me?”
“Hate you!?” You screamed, and shoved him on his shoulders, taking him by surprise, as he stumbled backwards. You stepped outside towards him. “You think I’m ignoring you because I hate you!?” You punched the sides of your fists against his chest. “You fucking idiot I’m ignoring you because I fucking love you and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it!” You continued to attack him. “Lydia told me oh no y/n, the way he looks at you and blah blah all that shit! And so after weeks I muster the courage to go tell you and what do I find Stiels!? You! Making out with- with Malia!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, getting soaked under the downpour. He snatchde your wrists so you’d stop hitting him.
“Oh so you think it’s that fucking easy!?” Stiles yelled back, and you silenced yourself. “I didn’t even have the slightest amount of bravery to just waltz up to you and tell you I was fucking in love with you! You know what happened that day y/n? In the lab!?” you didn’t say anything, just stood staring at him, silent tears rushing down your pink cheeks. “Malia kissed me, and I pushed her off because I was in love with you”
“Key word was” You muttered under your breath. Stiles grabbed your chin roughly between his forefinger and chin. Forcing you too look up at him. His eyes were so intense, you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.
“Am” He emphasized. “I am in love with you, and you don’t get to say shit because I have been since we were six” Your chest rose and fell quickly, desperate to catch a full breath. It was silent for a good four seconds. Four seconds of starting at each other with such passion that it was too much.
How do you fix unresolved passion?
You both jumped forward, your lips colliding in a kiss that made you see stars behind your eyes. Stiles’ hands were cupped around your cheeks, and yours ran up into his wet hair. Everything was wet and you wanted to cry tears of joy, tears of relief.
“I love you” He breathed.
“I love you too” You responded, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You hugged each other tight, standing outside in the rain, but not caring to move.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain” Stiles mumbled. “Kinda romantic”
“I was thinking sexy” You mused. He hummed.
“Well then let’s go inside”
And when you nodded, it was the first time Stiles was ever faster than you.
Fluffy/crack fic where you and jackson play with a ouija board together and some spooky stuff happens and scares the two of you
A/N: Please actually make sure that if any of ya’ll decide to mess about with a Ouija Board to read the rules and don’t do what I wrote about in this scenario xD I don’t know about any of you but I fully believe in Ouija Boards and I’m a little terrified of them I KNOW I’M DUMB I’M SORRY xD
“Oh come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun! You don’t actually believe
in this stuff, do you?” Jackson nagged
at you while setting out a kids sized Ouija Board on the floor and placing the planchette
that came with it in the middle.
“No fucking way Jackson? I’m not doing it! I’m
serious…Ouija Boards are dangerous. And anyway, if you don’t believe in it,
why do you wanna do it so bad?” you strongly objected to his demands of playing
with a Ouija Board on this stormy, Saturday night. So stormy, that it had
knocked the power supply out in every house within a mile and left you both in
complete darkness with only the light from your spare candles dotted around the
Jackson folded his arms in a huff “I just think it would be
fun to do in the dark, come on you big baby. If any ghosts pop out, Jackson
Wang is here to protect you” he boasted as he rolled up his sleeve and flexed
his biceps, donning the most serious of looks on his face. You couldn’t help
but let a smile creep on your face and you gently chuckled at your best friend
before he too ended up letting out a small, high pitched giggle.
“…where did you even get this? And why did you bring it
here tonight?” you asked as you sat down opposite him on your bedroom floor.
Jackson sat with his legs crossed, reading the instructions by candlelight that
came with the board.
“I bought it today while perusing through the kids toy
section while you were having a mid-life crisis between a rose coloured shirt
and a peach coloured shirt – I was bored” he smiled at you sarcastically,
making you scoff as you rolled your eyes at him. It’s not that you believed in
Ouija Boards, but you didn’t want to tempt anything if it actually turned out
to be real. You’d heard so many stories from your friends – not to mention the
hundreds, if not thousands of teen horror movies about summoning evil spirits
and pissing them off, thus resulting in everyone either getting possessed or
even killed, and you weren’t really in the mood to do either tonight.
You let out a final disgruntled sigh, looking at Jacksons
undeniably adorable, puppy eye expression and knowing full well that you wouldn’t
be able to say no.
“Fine. Let’s play then, but if you get possessed you’re on
your own, Emily Rose” making reference to the movie you seen with GOT7 last
week at their dorms.
“Yes! Alright, okay…so it says we both have to place our
index and middle fingers lightly on
the planchette and move it around in circles to warm it up” he instructed while
motioning for you to follow his lead. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm
your thoughts as the rain and wind beat against your bedroom window, the draft
coming through it making slight banging sounds at your door. You weren’t scared
however, this was pretty normal during gale force winds. You did as he asked,
the tips of your fingers just brushing his as you both swirled the planchette
around the board. You couldn’t help but laugh at Jackson’s serious face as he
looked from the board to the instructions.
“Okay, next…I guess we should ask some questions. It gives
us a list of questions we should ask. But don’t move the thing, okay? We have
to let the spirit do it”
You sighed once more, feeling an eerie sensation creep over
the back of your neck as a small rumble of thunder danced in the distance –
growing closer by the second. “So…ask it then!” you whispered impatiently,
just wanting him to have his fun and get a move on.
“Are there any spirits here with us?” Jackson asked in a
loud, confident voice. You watched the planchette intensely, looking to Jackson’s
fingers to see if you could see any sign of him using pressure to move it.
After a few seconds of nothing happening, you let out a tiny, nervous giggle.
“Oh well, I guess no one’s home. Can we stop this now?” you desperately
tried to use his short attention span to your advantage.
“No (Y/N) we can’t give up that easily. Hold on….uhh…
Spirit, we would like to talk to you if it’s okay? Is this a convenient time to
speak?” he called out once more with hopeful eyes.
“Jackson you aren’t calling JYP to ask him for a chat, of
course it’s not a convenient time for a spirit to speak, it’s fucking dead and –“
you began, half whispering half shouting when all of a sudden, the planchette jittered
under your fingers and moved towards the “YES” on the board.
“Oh my god” Jackson squealed while you widened your eyes in
terror, before coming your senses.
“Jackson that was clearly you, I
could feel you moving it you ass!” you seethed at him, but part of you was
slightly terrified. “What if it isn’t
him? What if it’s actually a spirit…” you thought as you felt the tiny
hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention as the temperature in the
room dropped a few degrees. You looked at Jackson’s face, which had now turned
as white as a ghosts.
“I swear (Y/N) that was – not –
me! I’m scared too! Look at the hairs on my arms!” he pointed with his head to
his arms which you could clearly see his hair standing on end and goosebumps on
full display. You swallowed hard, regretting ever giving into his irresistible
brown eyes and pouty lips when he whined like a little child to play the game
in the first place.
“Jackson let’s just stop playing,
I’m really scared right now, please?” you begged him with your eyes as the
crashes of thunder only seemed to get louder, the gusts of wind from outside
hammering on the window and further adding to the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Jackson shook his head stubbornly and concentrated his eyes on the board.
“No. We have to ask one more
question and then say goodbye” he spoke firmly, giving you an undeniable
feeling of dread in your gut as you wished for this to all be over so you could
snuggle with him under your blankets instead as you both usually did when you
hung out at your house.
“Okay spirit, we just have one
question for you. Do you have a message for (Y/N)?”
You looked at Jackson as if he
had just gone completely mad.
“Are you fucking insane?! Jackson
why did you ask that? What the –“ your voice cut off completely as the
planchette began moving again. You held your breath, completely terrified while
Jackson started spelling out what the spirit was trying to say.
Suddenly, a bright flash of
lightening struck right outside your bedroom window, followed by a deafening
crash of thunder. You and Jackson both screamed at the top of your lungs,
taking your hands away from the planchette before the window burst open with
the force of the wind, instantly blowing out the candles and leaving you both
in the dark while the rain sprayed into your room. You pretty much accepted the
fact that you were going to die from a heart attack as you screamed and reached
out your hands towards Jackson, grabbing him suddenly and causing him to shriek
“THE GHOST HAS ME (Y/N) PLEASE
SAVE ME PLEASE OH MY GOD!!” he belted out, swatting your hands away and kicking
the board aside with his flailing limbs.
“IT’S ME YOU IDIOT IT’S ONLY ME”
you screamed back at him before he pulled you into his arms in between his legs
and held you close to his chest. You latched on to him like a baby koala to it’s
mother as the wind continued to circle your room making both of you shiver from
the cold and in pure terror.
It was then that the lights
suddenly flickered back on, eliciting yet another wail from Jackson –
completely deafening you as he screamed right into your ear.
“Fuck, Jackson ow! We need to
close the window my room is getting soaked!” you shouted back at him as you
stumbled to your feet, Jackson still latching on to you as you pulled him
towards your window and finally shut it, leaving the room a little more quiet.
You looked down at Jackson who was clinging on to your leg for dear life as you
lowered yourself back down on to the floor – panting and out of breath from the
shock of everything.
Jackson pulled you into his chest
once again, throwing his arms around your shivering body and rubbing your back –
both of you unable to speak as you were glad everything was finally over.
“So much for Jackson Wang using
his biceps to save me from the spirit….” you jabbed at him, poking his
collarbone as you looked up into his face to see him smiling down at you. You
cocked your head to the side slightly, trying to figure out what on earth was
“Didn’t you…didn’t you see what
the spirit’s message was?” he asked, his nose almost brushing yours. You tried
to remember back to before you almost went into cardiac arrest, all while
thinking to yourself that Jackson seemed strangely calm for someone who was
screaming his head off just a second ago. You scrunched your eyebrows together,
Jackson laughing at how cute he thought you were as he stroked your cheek with
the back of his finger, making you freeze and widen your eyes.
“It asked ‘Will you be my
girlfriend?’” he whispered as he dropped the cheekiest grin you had ever seen
sprawl on his face. The penny finally dropped as you realised what he had been
up to this entire time.
“Yah! You did this on purpose,
didn’t you?! I KNEW it was you moving the board…you’re in so much trouble
Jackson Wang…” you couldn’t help but smile at him while you playfully smacked
his firm chest, his arms still encasing you in his embrace as he giggled and
chuckled at you trying to be angry at him.
“Hey hey now, wasn’t I creative?
Spontaneous? Wasn’t that the most bespoke idea ever?” he raised his eyebrows in
jest, pretending to be offended.
You let out a hearty laugh as you
rolled your eyes “Jackson, bespoke is a word you use for furniture…ugh…what
am I gonna do with you…” you sighed as you looked up and into his eyes. The
fact that he had just asked you to be his girlfriend completely melted your
heart altogether, but you couldn’t help but wonder why on earth he had thought
using a Ouija Board was the best way to convey his feelings for you.
“I just wanted to do something
that no one has ever done before, to make it special. So that you’d always
remember it” he dropped his voice lower, feeling sorry for himself and donning
a pitiful expression. You sighed at him as you ruffled his black hair, not
being able to comprehend how cute he looked.
“Well, you’re right in that
sense. This will be a night I’ll never forget, for good and bad reasons” you
chuckled. Jackson looked at you with confused eyes, holding his breath and
feeling his heart hammering in his chest, desperate to know how you felt about
him. You gave him a cheeky wink as you bit your lip and studied his playful, sullen
“The bad reason is I nearly died
from being so scared. The good reason is..well…my answer is yes. I’d love to
be your girlfriend. Even if you just tried to kill me” you gave him a quick
kiss on the cheek before burying your face into the crook of his neck, feeling
slightly nervous and shy. Jackson opened his mouth and eyes wide in shock at
your kiss before relaxing his features and feeling a small smile curl on the
sides of his mouth. He had tried his best to give you the most unforgettable
experience of him asking you to be his girlfriend – carefully planning each
step diligently and putting a lot of thought into it. But one thing was for
certain – you wouldn’t be forgetting this night in a hurry for a long time to
come; for more reasons than one.
“I say we float him!” A boy’s voice rang throughout the crowd, and was soon follow by murmurs and then shouts of agreement.
The situation was quickly getting out of control, and everyone was turning on Murphy. He was yelling at the crowd at this point, shouting and raising his fists into the air claiming he was innocent, and all of this was “bullshit”.
But the crowd gave him no remorse, they were viscous. And the first blow landed when Murphy tried to run away, and he was immediately tripped by a raven haired boy to his left.
When he hit the ground it all happened so fast you weren’t sure what you were seeing, just a boy on the ground and a mob gone wild. Clarke screamed the entire time, yelling about how floating wasn’t what she meant and everyone needed to stop, but it was too late- the damage was already done.
Throughout the chaos, someone managed to bind and gag Murphy with a red seatbelt from the dropship. He was still on the ground and the crowd had descended upon him, kicking and punching blindly until they hit their target. You tried to stop it, you yelled until your throat was hoarse, but nobody listened.
The crowd had gone insane, and in the chaos people were being trampled onto the ground alongside Murphy- it was as if nobody cared who they were hitting, as long as they were hitting something. About thirty seconds into the riot, Murphy was kicked and pushed about 20 feet to the nearest tree- and that was when the same raven haired boy from before made a noose out of old cord-wire.
This is my first imagine, so I hope you guys like it!
Summary: Jack and Zach walk in on you and Jonah…
Warning: almost smut (lmao), some swearing
Word Count: 323
After a long, stressful day you walk into the room that you and Jonah share, throw down all your stuff, and fall onto the bed with a loud groan. Apparently you were handling your frustrations very loudly because the next thing you knew, Jonah walks in the room and asks if you’re okay. “I just had a rough day.” you tell him.
He looks at you and smirks, “I know how to make you feel better.” Then he walks up behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist. You giggle, “Jonah, whatcha doing?”
“Nothing,” he hums as he places light kisses on your neck.
“The boys are right downstairs babe.”
“But Y/N,” he whines, “They’re all downstairs playing video games. They won’t hear a thing.”
Hearing that, you turn around and kiss your boyfriend passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck. He picks you up, and carries you to the bed where he lays you down and pulls off his shirt. You pull him back down to you and resume kissing him until he tugs at your shirt signaling for you to take it off, so you do.
Right as you reaching for Jonah’s belt the door flies open. “OH MY GOD GUYS,” Zach yells, “MY VIRGIN EYES!”
“What? What happened?” Jack questions as he makes his way to the open door, “Ah guys what the fuck?! Do you have to do that here?”
Your face reddens as you put your shirt back on. Daniel yells from downstairs, “What’s going on?”
“Jonah and Y/N were about to make mini Jonah’s and Y/N’s!” Zach yells in response.
“Hear that Christina?” you hear Corbyn say, you were guessing, to his phone. Jonah facepalms after he hears Christina via Corbyn’s phone yell “USE PROTECTION!!” You couldn’t help yourself, so you just bursted out laughing which makes everyone else laugh.
After Zac and Jack left you and Jonah just watched the Harry Potter series until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Q: What was your final audition song [for Les Miserables]?
Eddie: “It was “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables” and then “A Heart Full of Love.” Claude-Michel, who composed it, got so passionate and into that he made me sing that bit in “One Day More,” where I have to come in and grab a flag and sing quite a high note; a rousing note. I hadn’t prepared that. He was like, “Eddie, you must try this!” I thought, “Oh, God.” I grabbed my balls and gave it as good a belt as I could.”
The first page of sociology notes (I wrote it some days ago). I’m trying to make them look nice and honestly it doesn’t take time and it helps me a lot!
I really feel so happy about studying and all and I’m so proud of myself, I’m better than I’ve been in months! I feel happy, I’m studying, I’m working, I’m training, I’m spending my time with people I love.
I also wanted to share with you a big goal that I’ve achieved last Monday: I got the black belt in karate! Oh my God, after all these years! I can barely believe it!
“It seems Groot enjoyed the gift you got him,” Gamora says as they walk into their room that night, each carrying their own gifts.
Peter grins, but says, “That we got him, really. You’re the one who gave me the idea.”
She tilts her head, allowing that.
“You wanna keep this?” he asks, handing her the large knife that Drax had given him.
“Sure,” she says, taking it eagerly. “But I’m sure Drax is going to try challenge you to spar with it at one point or another.”
It was supposed to be a secret, of course, that Drax was the one who gave it to him, but there was no actual mystery as to who had gotten whom in the Secret Santa. Drax had laughed maniacally and launched into a spiel about the knife’s sharpness and how he’s sure Gamora has taught him much about the art of knife work (at which point Peter had muttered, “Yeah, that’s how we spend all of our time,” and Gamora had elbowed him in the side). She actually had taught him some of the basics of throwing knives, but none as large as the one Drax gave him.
this time I DID draw a FF10 thing for the tenth inktober drawing, haha. and I thought “you know, Rikku and Tidus’s friendship is so cute??” so I drew them hanging out.
and messed up about 100 times, but that’s okay. I’ll get it right the next time.
also thanks tetsuya nomura for five million belts and chains oh my god. On the one hand, fun. But on the other hand, NOT FUN. I’ve been working on this for the past two days ahaha.
I think this is the first time I’ve actually committed to drawing Tidus and Rikku, too. I’ve drawn their faces before, but definitely not their whole costumes like this. I’m glad to have finally done it. owo
CHLOE: You can sing! BECA: Dude! CHLOE: How high does your belt go? BECA: My what? Oh, my God! CHLOE: You have to audition for the Bellas. BECA: I can’t concentrate on anything you’re saying until you cover your junk. CHLOE: Just consider it. One time, we sang backup for Prince. His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with, like, one hand. BECA: Seriously. I am nude. CHLOE: You were singing Titanium, right? BECA: You know David Guetta? CHLOE: Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam. My lady-jam. BECA: That’s nice. CHLOE: It is. That song really builds. BECA: Gross. CHLOE: Can you sing it for me? BECA: Dude, no. Get out! CHLOE: Not for that reason. I’m not leaving here till you sing. So…
summary: your Caitlin’s younger sister and she walks in on you and Barry getting frisky in S.T.A.R Labs
Barry pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing hard against yours. You rolled your hips against his, receiving a pleased moan from him. You pulled his shirt over his head, disconnecting your lips from his, as he ran his hand up your thigh, moving the bottom of your skirt up your legs. Barry kissed down your neck and you ran your hands down to his belt.
“Oh my god!” A familiar voice echoed into the room, your sister Caitlin was standing in the doorway with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. You pushed Barry away and pulled down your skirt while Barry scurried to grab his shirt.
“Cait, what are you doing here? I thought you went home,” you asked while Barry was struggling to sort himself out.
“Well, I was going to work late but I’m gonna go now,” Caitlin turned on her heels and strode off down the hallway, you gave Barry a small smile before hurrying off after her.
“Cait, Cait! Caitlin!” You called after her, she stopped and turned to face you. “Please don’t tell anyone about what you just saw,” you pleaded to your sister. She let out a laugh before noticing you were serious.
“Y/N,” she placed a hand on your shoulder, “We all know you and Barry are dating.” She smiled as you stood slightly shocked. “You guys weren’t exactly discreet.”
You covered your face with your hands as your sister giggled at you. She took ahold of your hands and tore them away from your face.
“I’m happy for you guys,” she gave you a gentle smile “Plus you make the cutest couple!” You giggled with her this time.
“We are pretty cute aren’t we?” You laughed and Caitlin hugged you.
Caitlin took a step back and started fixing your hair, once she stopped she took a moment to look at you.
“Now go back in there,” She turned you so your back was to her, “Oh and use protection!” You cringed at her words while she laughed and walked away from you.