one of the best quotes and now all my feelings are on the floor

Vodka

This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

Vodka
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 8/12

 Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Panic Attack scene mixed with vomit

A/N: I quote from my favourite poetry book Salt in this part, s/o to whoever sees the ref!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (Soon)

Eddie walked into his home, his heart hammering in his chest and washing his blood around his system at a high rate; after checking stuff off his bucket list such as skipping school, smoking a cigarette, kissing someone and stand up in the back of a car/truck of some sort with the wind in his face (bonus points that it was to Hey Jude) he was feeling starstruck after such an eventful day.

It was all because of Richie.

Eddie felt breathless, but in the best way possible. For once, he wasn’t reaching for his inhaler despite him losing it. For once, Eddie had rebelled for once in his life and didn’t regret a minute of it.

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I’ll Keep You Safe // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

Prompt: What if you had a countdown on your arm telling you exactly who you’re going to lose next?

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Virginity Loss, Skinny Dipping, Swearing, and So much fucking angst. Make sure you have tissues ready. 

Word Count: 12,271 

Song: I’ll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last

A/N: This is without a doubt one of the best fics Hayley and I have ever written. Not just as a collab, but amongst our own works as well. We are both so fucking in love with this story and I hope you guys love it as much as we do. Words cannot explain how amazing and beautiful this fic is to me.

If you are the kind of person who enjoys reading bubbly love stories with happy endings than I must advice you now that this story is not one of those. Because I am about to tell you the story of two lovers so addicted to each other and so connected to the other that they cheated death itself — only to be struck by another wave of agonizing tragedy instead.

Y/N Y/L/N and Stiles Stilinski were the two greatest lovers time and the universe have ever witnessed… and that drove them insane. Jealousy taking over both of their features, the universe did everything it could to separate the two until finally time found a vicious way to win. How could they have known a force so much stronger and so much darker than the incredible love they shared had begun to take over?

It didn’t matter how hard they tried to fight back nor how much they begged time for mercy, their destinies were already paved. All they could do was accept its path and believe in the quote life had beautifully taught them:

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

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morning - t.h.

word count: 1.2k

summary: a glimpse at mornings with boyfriend!tom

a/n: i got a little too happy at the thought of tom being back in england this weekend and my mind started to wander. 

let me know if you enjoy this here, since i might turn it into a mini-series, and i may even write a prequel to this part.


The fresh white covers were soft under your fingertips as you stirred. The morning sunshine was threatening to pour into the room through the thin curtains of Tom’s childhood bedroom, the curtains that he hated so dearly and told you so each time you visited.

You shuffled, drawing your head up to look around the room. Remnants of the night before were littered around, like his duffle bag that he always travelled with, flung on the chair that sat in the corner, and his passport tossed lazily on the nightstand, and both yours and Tom’s clothes in crumpled piles at the foot of the bed, a hint at the haste you both shared last night to be back in each other’s arms.

At your movement, Tom stirred and tangled his legs around yours beneath the sheets, and you wrapped an arm over his bare chest, his warmth radiating on to you. You traced your fingertips back and forth across his slightly bronzed skin, the only remainder of his summer days spent in America, rather than here with you.

You didn’t mind the days when he was gone too much. Of course, it was no picnic to live without your boyfriend by your side, or even in the same country, for weeks at a time. But the days apart only made your time together all the more special when he could come back, made you hold the moments that you could share a little closer to your heart.

Watching him sleep made you feel as though he never left you, and laying there examining each of his peaceful features made you realise how much you loved him that little bit more each day. Even his flaws, even the dints and scars scattered across his cheeks, even the imperfections that the rest of the world saw, seemed perfect to you.

You didn’t want to disturb him further than you already had, but you couldn’t help yourself from reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Though shorter than the curls that you had come to know and love, you had grown to quite like this new hairstyle on him. His hair felt soft and fluffy between your fingers, and you assumed that he probably washed it before his flight yesterday morning.

Leaning closer, you could smell his naturally soapy scent, the cologne he’d worn the day before only lingering a little now. You brushed his cheek with your thumb as he started to wake a little more, and Tom hummed as you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face.

Rolling into you, his lips met yours in a sleepy embrace, his strong arms curling around your back, his fingers splayed wide to hold you close to him. Of all the moments in Tom’s life that he cherished, of all the escapades his fame brought him, mornings like this with you were his favourite. Holding you in his arms, feeling the steady beat of your heart against his, staring into your eyes and sharing lazy kisses. This was by far the most magical of moments to him.

“Mornin’ love, sleep well?” He mumbled, brushing your hair from your face, a sleepy smile spread across his lips.

You only nodded, returning his grin before you pressed your head on his chest to rest it, pulling the covers up to your chin. You sighed, feeling utterly content, until a small knock at the door interrupted the comfortable silence.

“Come in,” Tom’s chest vibrated as he spoke, and the door was softly pushed open. Tessa came bounding in, ecstatic to see you again, and Sam poked his head around the door.

“Sorry, but uh— mum said to remind you that we need to get going soon…” Sam seemed unsure of how to position himself, feeling a little awkward that he had to be the one to ruin this perfect moment.

He pulled the door back, leaving Tessa to curl up in your lap. Tom groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, sliding out of bed beside you, and as you scratched behind Tessa’s ears, you sighed.

“Why d’ya have to go again so soon,” you pouted at your boyfriend, watching him pull a pair of boxers from his drawers to slide them on, before doing the same with some socks.

You couldn’t see Tom’s face, but you watched his shoulders rise and fall, and if he had been facing you, you would’ve seen the pained expression he wore before he turned to you.

“It’s just not fair, those stupid producers and directors get you for weeks at a time and I get you for one stinking day!” You knew you shouldn’t complain; Tom always did his best to keep both you and his work equal.

Tessa jumped down and nudged the door open to escape, so you sat up and pulled the covers around your chest, blinking at Tom in the half-lit bedroom. You rested your head on your shoulder, watching him innocently as he gathered last night’s clothes from the floor. After he had shoved them into his bag, you snatched it from him playfully.

“You can’t leave me if you don’t have your clothes,” you dropped it to the floor on your side of the bed and Tom reached out, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Darling, I’d still have to leave, but I’d have to leave like this,” he gestured down to his body, wearing only his boxers and some socks.

“I happen to think that’s quite a good look on you,” you giggled, biting your thumb as he bent a knee on to the bed, crawling towards you.

“Well you would,” he smirked, his legs straddled either side of your hips before he leant down to kiss you softly, his lips moving gently with yours.

The longer the kiss continued, the more intense it got. Tom’s hands began to wander, tracing every inch of your chest, his tongue dipping into your mouth. When you felt him groan above you, you knew it was time to pull away.

You hummed in contentment, staring up into your boyfriend’s deep brown eyes, your arms around his neck as your fingertips played lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Baby, we don’t have time for that, you have a plane to catch,” your hand came down to run along his collarbone.

“One second you don’t want me to leave, the next you’re knocking me back, ouch,” Tom chuckled and lifted one hand that he had been using to balance himself above you, to cup your cheek lightly. “Think you can wait for me until next time?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“I’m sure I’ll manage somehow,” you laughed and he leant over to take his bag from your side of the bed.

Tom stayed straddled across your hips, a smile still lingering as he looked down at you. “Y’know, I think you somehow get more and more beautiful every time I come back to you.” 

You blushed at his words as he scattered kisses across your cheeks, on your nose, and finally on your lips.

“Shut up smelly,” you slapped his chest playfully, “and go take a shower, you actually do stink.”

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✰ * º ❛ you’re the worst sentence starters. ❜

‘  who knows their own address?  ’
‘  are we feminists? is this feminism?  ’
‘  i’m not a sidekick! i’m beyonce, not kelly rowland.  ’
‘  your cockaholism may just be about the least important thing in the world to me right now.  ’
‘  i wouldn’t call 10 a.m. ‘really early’.  ’
‘  cool! let’s add cocaine to the butt stuff.  ’
‘  you can’t leave! i love you!  ’
‘  do you even know what love means?  ’
‘  now go make me some bagel bites.  ’
‘  love isn’t about having somebody get you things. love is putting someone else’s feelings above your own. do you think you could ever do that? honestly?  ’
‘  do i look like a fitbit? i don’t give a shit about your sleep.  ’
‘  why are you yelling at me? what are you doing in my house?  ’
‘  i need you to act like a human person and pick up your damn phone when i call your skank ass!  ’
‘  you know, after i cleaned the fries off your face and put you to bed, you said something to me that was pretty dark.  ’
‘  did you wear your booby shirt?  ’
‘  if i don’t get a night off soon, i think my liver is gonna slide out of my body.  ’
‘  i’m peeing blood and i briefly forgot the word for telephone.  ’
‘  you’re right. she’s gonna hate me.  ’
‘  you think i’m an unfriendly treacherous mountain?  ’
‘  we’re adults! we can do this ourselves.  ’
‘  you’re losing your hair.  ’
‘  practicing what? dying alone?  ’
‘  i told the spice girls i was dying in order to get free concert tickets.  ’
‘  i learned blue balls were a myth when i was 12.  ’
‘  i’m not much of a cleaner.  ’
‘  you’re not much of a human!  ’
‘  did you slither out of your mothers cooch yesterday?  ’
‘  i can’t believe i finally made a new friend and i tried to bang her the first time we hung out.  ’
‘  no offense, but you’re kind of making my skin crawl.  ’
‘  i’m not comfortable about feelings.  ’
‘  aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink?  ’
‘  i’m glad this is a one-night thing so we can reveal all this awful shit about ourselves.  ’
‘  what do you mean you watch tv on your computer?  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m doing here. i’m not even attracted to you.  ’
‘  you two are poison people. this is gonna end so badly.  ’
‘  if you wanna go, just go.  ’
‘  why can’t you just let this be over?  ’
‘  you and i, we’re inevitable.  ’
‘  move in with me.  ’
‘  i just humiliated myself by accepting your non-marriage proposal, i cannot now move in with you.  ’
‘  you’re just doing this as a hail mary because you know you’re about to lose me for good.  ’
‘  what i have finally realized is that the worst possible draft of my life is the one without you in it. i hate it, but you goddamn floor me.  ’
‘  oh shit… we’re gonna do this even though we know there is only one way this ends. whether in a week or twenty years, there is horrible sadness and pain coming in and we’re inviting it.  ’
‘  she stayed! you say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a person on this planet who’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. she stayed and that means something whether you wanna admit it or not.  ’
‘  i’m not doing anything… i’m crying in my car.  ’
‘  don’t start keeping secrets now.  ’
‘  the only thing i need from you is to not make a big deal with it and be okay with how i am and the fact that you can’t fix me.  ’
‘  no, i’m mad at you because you think you can fix me! you can’t fix me! i don’t need to be fixed!  ’
‘  it’s like you have amnesia. every day you think things are gonna be different.  ’
‘  maybe you can understand this: i feel nothing.  ’
‘  i’ll be back in a couple of days.  ’
‘  you stayed? …you stayed!  ’
‘  you just said ‘boyfriend.’  ’
‘  i understand that my actions could lead you to feel a bit unwelcome and i’ll work on not being such a control freak.  ’
‘  i’m done comparing this to what normal people do.  ’
‘  normal people are terrible.  ’
‘  when i look at you, i swear i can see years years into the future with you.  ’
‘  …i love you too.  ’
‘  i’ve just heard that you’re the worst.  ’
‘  i tricked him into giving me back rubs, saying it made me horny.  ’
‘  obviously, i thought it was, like, boring as shit.  ’
‘  clearly you used to jack off to hemingway in high school.  ’
‘  i’m an irresponsible monster who burned down her apartment with a vibrator.  ’
‘  if there is even a remote possibility of breakfast and you don’t wake me up, i will never touch your dick again with any part of my body.  ’
‘  jokes on you, dummy, i’m already horny.  ’
‘  oh my god! that is so sexist and mansplain-y.  ’
‘  if ‘i love you’ is like a promise, it’s just a promise to try real hard. doesn’t mean you can’t fail.  ’
‘  i shit myself earlier and that is only the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me today.  ’
‘  you knew who i was, you don’t get to act surprised now.  ’
‘  bam! carpe those diems!  ’
‘  i have to gone girl myself and start over where nobody knows me.  ’
‘  i’m going to have a baby.  ’
‘  i just want my kids to be sad when i die.  ’
‘  i didn’t want to kill him. i just snapped!  ’
‘  i feel guilty because of how much he suffered… and because you stabbed him on purpose.  ’
‘  you’re so getting murdered.  ’
‘  i can’t tell him my brain is broken.  ’
‘  don’t stalk me again because you suck at it.  ’
‘  back off, bitch.  ’
‘  don’t go.  ’
‘  i got your back, always.  ’
‘  you might not be useful in the radish sense, but you’re a good friend and you make people happy.  ’
‘  when i get back, you’re going to take me to a real bar and feed me cheap whiskey until i forget about that time i stopped being able to have sex with my boyfriend ever again because he took me to a bar that only served water!  ’
‘  so, would you say it’s a… problem-free philosophy? it’s like… no worries for the rest of your days?  ’
‘  did you just quote the lion king to me?  ’
‘  hey, um, so listen… i think you’re funny and cute and i’d like to take you on  a date with me for a date.  ’
‘  why did you put a murder tour on your list?  ’
‘  you even quit a rewards club because you couldn’t handle the commitment.  ’
‘  wear your stains on the outsides of your clothes.  ’
‘  see? dogs eat nachos.  ’
‘  hey, that’s your best garbage bag. you going somewhere?  ’
‘  i’ll be out by the time you get back. have fun, you deserve it… whoever she is.  ’
‘  red licorice vodka?  ’
‘  send money, loser!  ’
‘  and you date him… willingly.  ’
‘  my heart is a dumb dumb.  ’
‘  i’ve always been able to flip myself back over eventually, but… i ran out of times. this is how i am now and it’s not okay with you, nor should it be.  ’
‘  i suppose it’s good that this happened now, instead of like, ten years down the line.  ’
‘  the world is absolutely lousy with people and i hate them all. i hate everyone but you.  ’
‘  what the hell is wrong with us?  ’
‘  let’s make a pact never to feel anything around each other ever again.  ’
‘   i’ve never eaten a blueberry.  ’
‘   i’ve always had one foot out the door. with everything. especially with us.  ’
‘   so, you might just suddenly bounce out of here?  ’
‘  can we just… bail?  ’
‘  you’ve had a little too much to drink, didn’t you, buddy?  ’

Privacy; Interrupted

Summary: Request from Anon -The boys get bored and insisted on joining you while you grocery shop. [and it turned into whatever this is, sorry.]**

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1300+

Warnings: Language, implied smut, terrible writing, PWP, Ash having a computer, smut,  idfk reader beware.

A/N: This is a rewrite from a SPN fic I wrote from an anon request. The bolded italics are the reader’s thoughts. I wasn’t going to tell you that but I figured I save myself the time of answering asks about it.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie


Day 11 without a hint of action and the boys are officially driving me nuts. With the Accords in place, Bucky in recovery, and Tony Stark nowhere to be found, life was pretty dull around your safe house.

I, on the other hand, have buried myself  into my writing. Finally putting some much needed thought into my  novel, adding bit and pieces to my screenplay, and dabbling in some prose that was a little ‘less dignified’. I spend way more time thinking of synonyms of penis, than I’d like to admit.

The guys weren’t prepared for the sudden onslaught of nothingness and since I’d taken up permanent residence with them, I was now their sole form of entertainment.

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BTS’s reaction to you starting a diet:

Jin: “But I wanted you to be a special guest on Eat Jin,” your boyfriend pouts (an impressive feat with his mouth full of food). He’s very against the idea of you going on a diet – who’s going to help him clear up all the food he can’t manage?

You raise an eyebrow, while he swallows and asks – “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Just a little…” You reach across the table separating the two of you, and wipe some sauce from the corner of his lips, before popping your finger in your mouth.

Jin chuckles, “Isn’t eating that sauce against your diet?”

“It’s just sauce.”

“Sauce that’s high in fat and salt!”

“This is why you’re a rubbish boyfriend - making me break my diet. For shame!” You poke your tongue out at him.

Jin sighs. “Ah well, I guess if you’re on a diet now, that means more food for me. And I was going to order that ice-cream you like for the next episode of Eat Jin as well…”

That’s playing dirty! “You wouldn’t!” you scoff, knowing full well that he will, and that when you ask for a lick, just the tiniest taste – he’ll offer you the whole scoop - your favourite flavour too - and boom! there goes your diet, and all your good intentions. The worst part is – you won’t mind, because Jin’s kisses will taste that extra bit sweeter seeped in vanilla and strawberry ice-cream.

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Yoongi: Yoongi can tell something’s up. You’re being extremely quiet, and you haven’t touched any of the pizza on your plate. Jostled up beside your talkative friends, you’re like a lone grey cloud in the middle of a blue June sky.

Yoongi finishes off the crumbs on his own plate, then stands. “Well, I guess I’ll go wash up,” he says, “Y/N, do you wanna come help?”

You scrunch your nose at him, but follow him to the kitchen anyway, away from the busy chatter of your friends.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, when the two of you are out of earshot.

You fiddle with a loose strand on your sweater. “Nothing’s wrong.” There’s a moment of hesitation, and you pull at the thread a little harder, twisting it around your finger. “I just don’t want to eat too since I’ve -” The last part is mumbled.

“You’ve what?”

“…I’ve started dieting.” Your cheeks turn pink.

“Dieting?” Yoongi repeats, “Why?”

“I need to lose some weight.”

He shakes his head. “That’s simply not true. You’re the perfect weight, and I don’t want to hear you saying otherwise. I like you the way you are now.” He gives your arm a gentle poke. “I like this part.” He pokes your stomach. “And this part.” He moves up to your nose. “And this part. I like all of it. It’s all perfect.”

You blush, and bat his hand away. “Yeah, yeah… don’t get all mushy.” But when you go back to join your friends, Yoongi’s happy to see you tucking into a fat slice of pizza.

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Hosoek: “Ugh…” That’s a sound you haven’t heard from Hoseok in a while – the sound he makes when he knows he’s fighting a losing battle against you. But he won’t give up without a fight - oh no! He’ll see a smile break through that perfected pout of yours, even if it means bringing out the big guns! An exaggerated eye-roll and a funny face secures his victory, and you can’t cap the laughter that fizzes up inside you - this is definitely the best way to deal with a couple’s quarrel.

“Stop that,” you bash playfully at his chest, and he bends over in feigned pain –

“Wow, Y/N, you’re so mean to me! And when I’m trying to help you out as well!”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Hoseok, you stopping me from dieting isn’t going to help anything. I need to take better care of my health. You should be supporting this.”

He straightens up, straightens his face, and fixes you with a serious look. “Okay, I’ll support you – but only if you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“I’m doing it to get healthier!”

“And you know that-”

“- that I’m completely gorgeous, with the perfect body, and that I don’t need to diet at all, and that you’re lucky to have me.”

He catches your face in his hands, palms pressing your cheeks softly, before he plunges in for a kiss. “Damn right.”

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Namjoon: “You dieting? Good one, babe.” Namjoon’s dimples deepen, his smile erupting into a fully-fledged laugh.

And then he realises you’re not joking. And his face falls. “Wait, really? You’re dieting? Why?” His mind kicks into overdrive, wondering, worrying about what could have caused this sudden decision. Before, you would have happily helped him finish off pizzas or ice-cream sundaes, but now you’re talking about empty calories and cutting carbs.

“I need to fix my figure,” you tell him, brow wrinkling into a frown.

Namjoon looks you up and down. “Babe…”

“What?”

His eyes trace your body a second time. “Babe.”

“What?” you demand again.

He shakes his head. “You do not need to get in shape. Your body is so sexy.”

“Sexy?” Your nose crinkles. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Unbelievably sexy.”

You consider this for a moment. Then – “Well… I guess if you think so, maybe I’m okay.”

“No, not just okay, but-”

“Sexy, right?” You finish his sentence for him, a glint in your eyes.

“Right! Sexy.” He purrs the word.

“Say it one more time.”

“Only if you promise to stop this talk of dieting.”

“Deal.”

“Sexy.”

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Jimin: “But I bought all these biscuits for you!” Jimin gazes at the plate of cream-coated cookies in distress, then back up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. This isn’t how he imagined you accepting his date-night gift.

You grin sheepishly. “Sorry… I forgot to tell you I was starting a diet.”

“Can’t you leave it till tomorrow?”

Your mouth pops open in mock horror. “That would be cheating!”

“In all seriousness though, dieting’s no fun. Trust me, I’ve tried it before, and it didn’t make me any happier, or healthier.” Jimin’s mouth pulls down at the corners a little, before his usual smile returns. “Come on. Just one… they’re really tasty. Just take one.” As he says this, he picks up a cookie, and bites into it slowly, never breaking eye-contact with you. It’s a challenge. (Eat one! I dare you!)

You give in. Of course you do. It’s Jimin. Leaning towards him, you kiss some of the crumbs off the corner of his mouth, then, with the taste of sugar fresh on your tongue, you concede, “Maybe one or two couldn’t hurt.” A smug grin paints itself across Jimin’s face as you reach for the plate.

Tomorrow. You can start your diet tomorrow…

Or the day after that…

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Taehyung: Taehyung doesn’t understand it. To him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on – you’re prettier than diamonds, and stardust, and wildflowers, and sunsets, and the pictures of waterfalls they stick on travel brochures. In short - you’re perfection personified. So, Taehyung can’t wrap his head around the idea of you dieting because you’re (quote) ‘so disgusting’.

It’s eating him up, knowing that you’re unhappy, and not knowing how he can fix it. All he can do is smile, and promise you that the voice in your head is lying to you. “But I never lie, Y/N. Not to you. Not about this.”

Still, your lips stay down-turned, eyes dull, not properly seeing him through your tears.

“Y/N…”

You wipe you eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.”

You blink a few times, and look up.

“Smile.”

You do. Despite all the negative thoughts that are bubbling around you, you manage to smile, and that’s all Taehyung needs to smile too.

“There, right there, that’s what perfection looks like.” He frames your face with his fingers, then slips his hands on down to your shoulders, looping around you and pulling you close.

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Jungkook: “You’re what?” Jungkook cocks his head at you, looking like a confused puppy across the café table.

“Dieting…” you say past a mouthful of lettuce leaves, “Quit looking at me like that. I’m not speaking an alien language. D-i-e-t-i-n-g. Dieting.”

His head remains fixed in place, tilted to one side, the corners of his eyes scrunching up.

“Stop it!” You throw a napkin at him, which misses its target and floats down to the floor. You’re laughing, and he eventually breaks his gaze to chuckle as well.

“Okay, but seriously, why are you dieting?” His arms stretch across the table, reaching for your wrists as you bring another forkful of salad to your mouth.

A shrug is his answer. “I’ve just been feeling… I don’t know… ugly lately.”

“You don’t look ugly lately.”

Your eyes trail up to his. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend - you have to say nice things.”

“No way!” He leans further over the table, cupping your face in his hands, “Listen, if you want to diet for your health – fine. But I don’t ever want you thinking you’re ugly, because -  honestly! cross my heart and hope to die! - you are-” (he leans forward and kisses you) “- gorgeous.”

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Today we are going to look at an amusing historical fact: The time that beloved poets Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman met, got drunk, and slept together.

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100 quote prompts

Feel free to use these quotes directly, or just use them as inspiration!

1-“These are my absolute favorite pajamas!”
2-“How could you say that to their face?”
3-“Woah, nice catch!”
4-“You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
5-“This is the last chance we’re ever going to get.”
6-“When was the last time you flossed?”
7-Wait, wait, how many did you say there were?“
8-"I’m horrified, yet impressed.”
9-“Give it to me straight,  Doc!”
10-“I miss someone i never knew.”
11-“I didn’t know you could sing!”
12-“This is all the money I have.”
13-“Oh please, please pick up the phone!”
14-“Do you think you could teach me?”
15-“Just answer this one question and i won’t ever bother you again.”
16-“I don’t actually like sushi, I lied to impress you.”
17-“uhhh…anyone know what poison ivy looks like?”
18-“What do you mean you never learned how to tie your shoes?”
19-“Name one thing I’m bad at. Ha, you can’t,  can you?”
20-“I just don’t think we’re compatable.”
21-“I bet you 50 bucks you can’t drink this entire thing of hot sauce.”
22-I really don’t want to hear about medical problems"
23-“Stop saying your worthless, because you’re not.”
24-“Wow, that’s a really wierd looking bug.”
25-“Just because you saved my life dosent mean I owe you anything!”
26-“I will never die!”
27-“Today would’ve been a disaster without you.”
28-“I’m begging you,  go change your clothes. ”
29-“You still haven’t found them?”
30-“I’m not sure how you did it,  but I’m glad you did.”
31-“Not around the baby!”
32-“Hey, do you think horses know they’re horses?”
33-“How much of my life has been a lie?”
34-“If you don’t tell them you like them,  I’m going to do it for you.”
35-“Wow, that’s almost as old as you are!”
36-“Its because of you my arm hurts so much.”
37-“I told you never to open that!”
38-“Everything has to be a goddam ordeal with you,  dosent it?”
39-“Sorry, but that’s just not your color.”
40-“How do you live like this?”
41-“You’ll always be my best friend,  but…”
42-“Is that really the best insult you could come up with?
43-"There’s a reason I never go outside.”
44-“You should really get that checked out.”
45-“Why are you ignoring me?”
46-“Can you believe it’s been so long?”
47-“I just want one nice picture of us!”
48-“Really? You’re going to judge me for this?”
49-“It’s ok, just ask first next time.”
50-“What could go wrong?”
51-“We’ve both changed”
52-“I was a fool to trust you.”
53-“I’m mad at myself.”
54-“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
55-“I know it'stechnically not a big deal but i will totally fight you over this.”
56-“Would whoever left their dirty sock on the living room floor please come pick it up.”
57-“I didn’t push you,  the wind pushed you. ”
58-“Hey, thanks for making an effort.”
59-“I totally called it, but no one listened!”
60-“How can you stand this mess?”
61-“But you have to remember!”
62-“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
63-“That was incredibly stupid and dangerous. Nice job. ”
64-“It’s your birthday!?”
65-“Can I tell you about a dream I had?”
66-“How was i supposed to know that’s a a rude gesture here?”
67-“I wasn’t certain that really happened.”
68-“Why do you smell so wierd?”
69-“That was awful! Let’s do it again!”
70-“It’s time to face the consequences.”
71-“That is the most elaborate prank I’ve ever seen.”
72-“You know I love you, but that was the worst.”
73-“I’m trying my best,  but it’s just not good enough!”
74-“Now who’s ready to probably die!”
75-“Well,  it turns out I’m allergic.”
76-“Why do all of your socks have holes in them?”
77-“Please stop crying on my papers”
78-“Well, if that’s really what you want.”
79-“I’ve never felt like that before.”
80-“This changes everything!”
81-“Are you sure you triple checked?”
82-“Don’t tell me to calm down! You calm down!”
83-“I’m going to give you the best night of your life.”
84-“So I bet you’re all wondering how I’m still alive.”
85-“Not them.  Anyone but them. ”
86-“Why won’t you say I love you back?”
87-“That was the grossest thing ever.”
88-“I don’t think that qualifies as a sport.”
89-“If I do this,  will you leave me alone?”
90-“You’re an idiot. I like that about you.”
91-“No, you know what? Don’t answer that.”
92-“I know you said I don’t want to know,  but i really want to know.”
93-“I followed you into hell!”
94-“Oooh, this is great blackmail!”
95-“I won’t tell anyone you were crying.”
96-“No way,  that’s also my favorite!”
97-“Don’t you dare ruin this for them.”
98-“That’s just sick. I can’t believe you.”
99-“Ok fine. Maybe we are friends. 
100-"No matter what, I want you to know that I’m proud of you.”

jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural.
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♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

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Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

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Sexual Tension (Star-Lord x Reader)

As requested by anon:  Can you do a smut fanfic in which Peter gets trapped? And no, not 50 Shades of Grey style, but your style!

I was a tiny bit confused as to what you meant, so I tried my best and I hope you like it! Sorry it took forever. 

Warning: NSFW

“Peter, your ship is a piece of junk,” you groaned as you paced around impatiently. There was a grunt in response, followed by the clank of some metal and you glanced toward the floor where he lay flat on his stomach. In his hand was a tool of some sort, and he was elbows deep in an opening in the wall made by his removal of a panel, exposing  a tangle of wires.

“She’s not a piece of junk,” he replied defensively. “She just gets a little sick now and then, is all.”

“I’d hardly call getting us stuck in the cockpit for an hour, ‘sick’,” you air quoted the last word and rolled your eyes. A fuse or something had blown earlier that day, activating the auto-lock on all the doors, thereby causing you to get hopelessly trapped.

Peter stopped what he was doing, put his tools down, and then rose to his feet. He folded his arms and cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. “Maybe we should embrace the situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean maybe we’re alone for the first time and there’s clearly been some sexual tension that needs to be addressed.”

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“Write novels.”

I have a friend who’s a journalist. She’s ridiculously awesome and I really want to name her because everyone should know just how awesome she is, but this isn’t a time where it feels wise to reveal the political thoughts expressed by a journalist in private, at least not without her permission.

The day before I saw her last week, I’d locked myself out of Facebook and Twitter. I’d been forced to realise the psychological harm they were doing me outweighed any political good my frantic clicktivism could possibly be accomplishing. My brother had called, on my sister-in-law’s instructions. “R. says you’re tweeting and facebooking constantly about politics,” he said. “She said ‘call your sister, I don’t think she’s doing well.’”  

“I’m okay, probably,” I’d told him.

“I don’t think you are,” he said. 

I felt a little better, though not by much, by the time I met my friend for lunch. She was shaken, she said. Democracy was falling apart. I muttered weakly that perhaps it wasn’t quite that bad. She said she’d rather act now than hope for the best.

I agreed. But act how?

She said she was getting onto the board of various charities. She was writing about the best way to report on extremism, avoiding the terrible false equivalencies of the “he said/she said” approach which has blighted our discourse with such ghastly effect.

I said I was supporting the Stop Funding Hate campaign. Giving to Planned Parenthood and ACLU over there, refugee charities over here. Writing letters. Trying to think of useful ways to get involved in local politics.

“You know what you should do,” she said.

No, I really didn’t.

“Write novels,” she said.

I told her that in the days after the election I felt as if art had been revealed as an empty joke. An indulgence we could no longer afford. As if I would never be able to justify doing it again. What we were even going to write now? Flimsy, tinselly distractions from ghastly reality? Or sharp-eyed, unflinching commentary that no one except the already-convinced would ever read? What was the point of art?

No, no!” she said. “Art is what will save us.”

“But it hasn’t,” I wanted to scream. We tried and tried. We’ve filled the world with our stories, our songs – we’ve tried so hard to make our stories better - with diverse casts and empathy and hope – and it’s not enough; no one’s saying it was perfect, or that the attempt was anywhere close to  finished. But we were trying. And now look. 

It is so important, she told me, that there is art already made and due to come out in the coming year that embodies the opposite of this. Diverse, progressive stories, that are not going to go untold whatever happens.

I’d had in my mind two quotes. Peter Cook, on Germany’s satirical clubs of the thirties “that did so much to prevent the rise of Hitler.” 

And Kurt Vonnegut:

During the Vietnam War, which lasted longer than any war we’ve ever been in - and which we lost - every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.“

But if they hadn’t been there? I thought, looking at my friend. Who was fierce and bright-eyed and smiling. Those useless satirists and artists and musicians pouring their spirits into their art and watching it land on the floor of history like that dropped custard pie?  What if there was nothing to look back on in those times but a culture in militaristic  lockstep, or perhaps worse, slumped in dead-eyed indifference?  After those years-long nightmares, what would there have been to wake up to? Maybe it was absurd to find the thought more chilling than the reality of what had happened, to feel that it would have been an international death of the soul,  but .. still …

If artists couldn’t prevent disaster, could they at least preserve something precious from being lost while it endured? If they hadn’t stopped a single war, had they at least kept the rot from penetrating the human culture unchallenged? 

It’s not enough. It’s not enough.

“Write novels,” said my friend stubbornly. “Write novels.”

Beauty And The Buck

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write and post!

“What’re you watching?” you jump as the gruff voice sounds through the dark living room. Your heart begins to race before you even turn around to confirm who was standing behind the couch. It was Bucky, you would know that voice anywhere.

Glancing over your shoulder, you give the super soldier a small smile, “Tangled,” you inform him, “I’d ask you to join but it’s almost done,” you curse yourself, watching a movie with Bucky would be a perfect way to get to know your crush better,

“It’s really good quality,” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on the huge tv, while you keep your eyes locked on him. It was dark in the lounge room, the only source of light coming from the tv, but you can see that he’s tired; bloodshot eyes and dark circles giving it away.

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anonymous asked:

Hello~ Could I ask what are RFA + V&Saeran's favorite romantic movies? And how they like to watch it with MC? At the movies? At home, cuddling? Thank you so much for creating this awesome blog! You guys are amazing! ❤️

This one is soooo cute:) Thank you~ Hope you like them.


Zen:

  • The Sound of Music
  • He loves the classic sound of all the music, but also the fact that the main characters found love through music and overcoming the past
  • He’ll invite you over when he’s feeling especially cuddly
  • He has extra pillows and blankets on hand
  • He turns all the lights off except for the TV
  • You two find a comfortable position, which usually ends up with him spooning you
  • He’s usually really quiet and into the movie until the songs come in
  • And then he’s belting it out
  • Sometimes you join him, sometimes you don’t
  • By the end of the movie, his cheek is gently resting on the top of your head and he’s humming the last chorus softly while he’s slowly drifting off

Yoosung:

  • The Princess’ Bride
  • It’s classic. It’s funny. It’s romantic. And he grew up with it.
  • He sets up a little blanket fort with his softest blankets and pillows
  • Inside, his computer is set up and ready to go
  • He brings lots of snacks and food and drinks inside
  • You crawl in with him and you two are legitimately watching the movie
  • You both quote the lines throughout and being silly about it
  • Yoosung tries his best impressions of the characters
  • Every time there’s a kiss scene, Yoosung is just like, “Oh, we should re-enact that…like now.”
  • You’re pretty strong until the credits roll, then you just let yourselves fall asleep

Jaehee:

  • I Give My First Love to You (Boku no Hatsukoi o Kimi ni Sasagu)
  • You are watching this at home because you will need the tissues and the chocolate
  • You guys give your own commentary on what’s going on
  • Which usually ends up in you two laughing at inappropriate laughing
  • The guy is dying, why are you two rolling on the floor?
  • You both will make your headcanons about what happened after the movie or in between some scenes
  • There is so much food, and you two consume all of it
  • By the end of the movie, you have a food coma and you get into the sugar high faze where everything is funny
  • Overall, it’s a stress free night full of so many emotions

Jumin:

  • Pride and Prejudice
  • It’s a classic, and he likes the character depth
  • He has his own theatre, so of course you’ll watch it there
  • He has the chef make whatever snacks you want
  • You secretly always wanted Jumin to say the famous Darcy line (You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.)
  • He knew this, but held back on purpose…until that night
  • When Darcy said it to Elizabeth, he leans over and says the same in your ear in a low, husky voice that sent a shiver down your back
  • Let’s just say you two were too preoccupied and missed the next few scenes
  • For the most part, you rested your head on his shoulder comfortably and his arm was around your shoulder

Seven:

  • The Space Between Us
  • It’s about a boy from space and a girl from earth. It’s self explanatory why he liked it.
  • He takes you to a drive in theatre in one of his babies
  • You two sit in the open trunk with blankets and pillows
  • He lied to you about the weather so you would end up being chilly which resulted in you snuggling
  • His little kisses end up becoming a make out session, but he’ll randomly pull back and stare wide eyed at the screen, “Wait, wait…this is my favorite part.”
  • When you ask for a snack, he pulls them out of these random pockets in his jacket 
  • “You know they allow food here, right?” 
  • “I know. I just wanted the feeling of sneaking them in.”
  • Dork

Saeran:

  • Kimi Ni Todoke
  • He related to everyone being scared of Sawako and judging her based on her frightening appearance…not that he’d ever admit that
  • He built a projector where you two can watch it outside of the bunker
  • He sets up a blanket on the ground with some pillows
  • You start out sitting far apart, but somewhere along the way you end up tangled together
  • He’ll give you absentminded kisses at random times of the movie
  • He always falls asleep near the end, but you never want to wake him up
  • If it’s warm out, you’ll just pull the blanket over you both and sleep outside

V:

  • Wuthering Heights in black and white
  • He likes the dynamic between Heathcliff and Catherine, and how they loved each other even with their individual destructive states
  • He takes you to a classic theatre where they’re showing it
  • He gets really shy all of a sudden
  • He hesitantly puts his arm around you or takes your hand gently
  • He gets blushy when your hands brush as you both reach for popcorn
  • You put your head on his shoulder and he starts to relax 

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Can It, Sassifer.

Anon: Hey can you do one where the reader is Lucifer’s little sister , the youngest archangel and she and Lucifer are constantly fighting for Sam’s attention , she likes Sam and Lucifer wants to just already use Sam as a vessel .
Anon: Can u write a fanfic about Lucifer’s little sister , she has a crush on Sam and she ain’t afraid to show it , she is very sarcastic and has an enormous amount of sass like her brother , and she and Lucifer are always fighting for Sam’s attention . Can u make it funny

So, I got two anon asks for basically the same thing, so I did them both in the same story. I hope you guys like it! Like always, feel free to message/ask me with critiques and comments!

Summary: You, the archangel sister of Lucifer with a similar attitude, has a crush on Sam Winchester. You decide to visit during the aftermath of the Cage (Season 7)

Warnings: None

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @the-third-winchester-warrior
@fandomspecialist101 @random-superwholock-images @nerdy-free-writes @jensen-jarpad @lil-sister-winchester @daughters-and-winsisters @winchester-sisters-imagines @mysweetcookie99

“Oh, sure,” you mutter for the upteenth time in eternity. “You get all the fun stuff of messing around with Sam’s head and what do I get?”

“Here we go again…” Lucifer rolls his eyes.

You gesture to your surrounding environment with both arms. “The Cage! Full of wonderful attractions galore! And over in this corner we have a giant piece of metal connected to another piece of metal! And in the other corner, more metal, trapping me with the biggest idiot of a brother for all eternity!” Some days weren’t that bad in Hell, but most of the time, you’d go off on sarcastic rants for hours. It wasn’t the worst boredom coping strategy, but it drove your archangel brother insane.

“Would you let it go already?”

“NO! I’m not letting this go! YOU’RE the main reason that we’re stuck here in the first place!! You just had to go and possess the one person who had even a chance of resisting you! Never mind that you had a perfectly good vessel you were already using-”

“Who was burning to death-”

“Who wouldn’t have tossed us in here!”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap. This is just like back at the wack-house.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You wanna go there? Really?”

“I’m not the one who kept trying to get Sam to play spin the bottle.”

You try to keep your face from turning red in your shared prison. “Oh, like you were any better. Streamers and pinatas?”

Lucifer shrugs. “I like donkeys.”

“Not according to the last election, you don’t.”

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You stroll up into the pale mental hospital room to the bedside of your favorite human: Sam Winchester. Sure, you were a pretty pissy archangel like your brother, but something about the Winchester boy made you feel more than indifference towards a vessel.

“Hey, Sam. Wake up,” you whisper. He stirs in his restless sleep a little. You glance around the room. “Lucifer’s on his way. I don’t know how long until he’ll come, but be prepared. There’s some serious crap he’s throwing your way today.”

“And you know this…how?” Sam mumbles tiredly.

You scoff. “Because both of us are in your head, dingbat. Now, do yourself a favor and hide the chair!”

“Chair?”

“Why do I like you?” you mutter not really under your breath. “Yes, you hulking mess of hotness, the chair! Unless you want to deal with-”

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORNINGGGGGGGGG!!!” Your warning is cut off. You bite your tongue and close your eyes as your annoying celestial brother appears from nowhere. Sam covers his head with the bed’s pillow, trying to drown out the brutal singing of the archangel.

“Rise and shine campers! And don’t forget your booties because it’s cold out there!”

“You quote the Bill Murray movie one more time and I swear I’ll-”

“Don’t swear sis, you’re an angel!”

You roll your eyes bitterly before you survey the new level of insanity your brother has reached. “What in the unholy mother of Metatron are you wearing??”

Lucifer is decked out in party hats, streamers, confetti glued to his face, balloons, those weird kazoo-paper-shooty-things that almost never work…it’s like a demented birthday package exploded on his person. He shrugs. “It’s my birthday.”

“No it’s not!”

“Uh,” he scoffs, “it is now. Because I say it is. Isn’t that right, Samantha?”

Sam is doing his best to ignore the new appearance of the world’s most hated figure in history, but he’s failing miserably. It would take a sloth on morphine to not notice the absolute absurdity of your brother. He sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Just…both of you…”

“Not today, smokestack. I need your help right now.” Luci whips out a classic pinata from nowhere. The multi-colored paper rustles gently as he shakes it up and down. “No party’s complete without one of these babies. But, unfortunately, I grudgingly admit I don’t have the height to hang this up from the ceiling. So, you gonna help a brother out or what?”

“We are not brothers.” Sam hardens his gaze at Lucifer. “If you ever call me that again, I will rip you limb from limb and roast your bones.”

You sigh dreamily. You love it when the Winchester boy talks murderously. So…sanguinary. Mmm. Just makes your heart flap around in your chest.

Lucifer shrugs. “So, does that mean if I break it, I get the candy?”

“You’ll be fighting me for it. C’mon.” Yes, you hated your brother, but candy filled pinatas? Million-year old grudges could be put on hold for sugar. You start to climb on top of Lucifer’s shoulders.

“Watch the head.”

“Oh, like I’m damaging precious cargo.” You string up the rainbow donkey. “I got dibs on first whack!”

“Ah, ah, ah. Age before beauty, little sister.”

You whip out a human femur bone from somewhere. “Not if I’ve got the bat.” You point to a disgusted looking Sam with the body part.
“You want up?” Sam closes his eyes and lies on the bed. You shrug. “Your loss then.”

You pull back the femur bone, ready to knock the crap out of the flimsy donkey when-

“Hey!” You protest as a blindfold is placed over your eyes.

“You may be the queen of cheating, but that has no place in the head of Sam Winchester.”

“Can it, Sassifer and let me swing before I think you’re full of candy for me to beat open. Oh wait…”

“Sassifer. I like that.” you hear Lucifer muse. “I’ve been needing a new name. Thanks, Sis. What do you think Sam?”

Sam is silent again. Trying to ignore everything you guess. Sam…my poor, sweet, selfless Sam…

“You know what? We should totally play spin the bottle after this!”

You feel your face heat up as you crack down the femur bone on where Lucifer’s voice came from. The bone shatters in your hands.

“OWWWW!”

You smirk and take the blindfold off your face. “All talk and no brains. It’s like I’m speaking to a walking mouth.”

Lucifer suddenly tackles you and the two of you begin wrestling, glitter flying, balloons popping. Sam looks over at the chaos you two are causing.

“Guys…you’re gonna break something unless you…you know what? Neither of you are real, so never mind.”

“Not real?” you choke out in a strangled voice; Lucifer has an arm around your neck before you flip him onto the floor and break free. You race over to Sam and kiss his cheek, feeling redder than before. “Does that feel ‘not real’ to you?”

“Hey! Paws off my buddy, sis! I still want an untainted vessel someday!”

“Oh, go find a cliff to jump off of.”

“Aw, now you don’t mean that.”

“You know what? If you wanted the best way to kill yourself, jump from your ego and land on your IQ”

Sam snorts in the background; you feel your heart flutter with his approval. Lucifer is stunned speechless. You smile. “Well, as much as I love these conversations, I really should be going. Sam, good luck dealing with this psycho. Save a spin-the-bottle round for me!” You blow a kiss in his general direction and disappear.

Before It’s Too Late (part 7)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some tension, some fluff, some angst (?)

A/N: man oh man I’ve been waiting to write this Christmas part for 5ever. I hope you guys like it :) Also fUck this is 2,813 words. I think this is the most I’ve ever written.

After opening presents at your parents house you gather up the rest of the presents and head over to Wanda’s moms house. Everyone was already there, waiting for you and Bucky to arrive.

Knocking on the door three times, it opened up to reveal Tony. “About damn time.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up, we weren’t that late.”

You and Bucky make your way inside with all the gifts. Upon entering the living room you spot the Christmas tree with gifts already under it. You and Bucky quickly place your gifts down before going off your separate ways, you heading over to Wanda, Peggy and Natasha while Bucky went to the guys.

“Hey,” you smile, seeing your friends in the kitchen with drinks in their hands.

“Already drinking without me?”

“Yep. We had to get a head start.” Natasha replied, walking over to you and handing you a cup.

“What is it?”

“Hot chocolate-”

You take a drink and start coughing.

“-with a surprise ingredient.”

You calm down, patting your chest while the taste of vodka lingered in your mouth. “Yeah, that was one hell of a surprise.”

“Did you and Bucky eat?” Wanda questioned.

“Yeah, my mom wouldn’t let us leave until we did.” you snort.

“I love your mom.” Peggy smiled. “She always kept me well fed.”

Wanda and Natasha agree.

“Hey Wanda,” you say. “Where’s your mom?”

“She went down to see Pietro. Apparently he didn’t want to come home for Christmas and my mom gave him a week to, and I quote, ‘stop acting stupid and get his ass down here or else’.”

You nod and laugh. Of course Wanda’s brother didn’t want to come home for the holidays.

“C’mon.” Nat says, wrapping her arm around yours. “Let’s go into the living room with the guys.”

You enter the room, seeing the men sitting on the couches with beers in their hands while talking. Wanda, Nat and Peggy go to their boyfriends and sit on their laps. You smile, feeling a sharp pain in your chest as you realize you’re the only girl there who doesn’t have anyone.

Then your mind trails off to Bucky and how you’ve had 5 years to tell him how you felt yet you never did and because of that, he’s now with Kristen who he seems to be very happy with. You wanted to take Natasha’s advice and just tell him. You wanted to get it over with, holding it in was beginning to get harder and harder every time you saw Bucky.

But you didn’t want to ruin his relationship with Kristen. This is by far the longest relationship he’s ever been in and you didn’t want to step in the way of that. Besides, what did you think he would do if you told him? Dump Kristen just to be with you? No. He’s never shown any interest in you before and yeah, sure he almost kissed you but he was just messing around like he always does. He said so himself!

But you didn’t want him to just be messing around with you. You wanted him to kiss you. To press his lips to yours in a sweet, heartfelt kiss. You wanted him to feel how you felt, to see you how you saw him. But you knew that would never happen. You were just Bucky’s friend.

Bucky looks over at you from the couch and studies your facial expression as you stared at the floor in deep thought. The brunette bit his bottom lip before grabbing the beer cap beside him and tossing it your way. It hits you on your forehead and you snap out of it, looking up to see Bucky giggling. You scowl at him, trying your best to come off as mad but you fail, seeing how cute Bucky was being.

The handsome man looks around at your mutual friends, seeing Wanda, Natasha and Peggy sitting on their boyfriends laps. He then looks back at you and pats his own lap, causing you to chuckle and shake your head. He beckons you over and you hesitantly comply. Bucky stands up and nods over to his seat.

“Sit.” he murmured.

You shake your head. “Oh no Buck, I’m fine. You were sitting there first, I can just sit on the-“

“Sit down, Y/N.” he cuts you off, placing a hand on your shoulder and pushing you gently on the couch. After getting comfortable, Bucky sits down on the floor, between your legs.

“Play with my hair. I like when you play with my hair.” he spoke before taking a swig of his beer.

You reach over with your right hand, running your fingers through his chocolate locks. “You need a haircut, your hair is getting shaggy.”

Bucky hummed. “I dunno. Girls like it. Gives them more to tug on when we fu-“

You slap the top of his head before he could finish that sentence and he laughs.

“We’re all going to Tony’s place for new years, right?” Sam questioned and everyone replied with ‘yes’.

“You better be dead or on your death bed if you don’t come, that’s all I’m saying.” Tony says.

“Will there be hot girls?” Clint asked, taking a drink from his beer bottle.

Tony scoffs. “ ‘Will there be hot girls’ – of course there’ll be hot girls! What kind of new years party will I be throwing if I didn’t invite hot girls?” he then turns to you. “Y/N there will also be hot guys at the party too, including myself. You can have your pick at any of them.”

Before you could speak though, Bucky beats you to it. “Oh no, Y/N’s fine. She doesn’t need you to set her up with anyone, Stark.”

“Y/N needs to get laid.” Natasha says.

“Yeah. This party will be good for you. We’ll help you scout out some men.” Wanda adds, throwing you a wink.

“Ooo, and maybe a relationship will come into play! Then we could all go out on a group date!” Peggy exclaimed with a smile on her face.

“Nope, not happening.” Bucky turns to look at you. “Y/N, all those men want is to hit it and quit it. They don’t want a relationship with you.”

“Oh shut it, Barnes. What are you saying? That no man wants to be in a relationship with her?” Nat scoffed.

“Nat.” you scold.

“I didn’t say that, I-“

“What, is she not good enough for the male population?”

You cross your hands over your chest. “Natasha.”

“That’s not the case here, anyone would be lucky to date Y/N.” Bucky responds.

“Cause let me tell you, anyone would be lucky to even kiss Y/N.” Nat drinks from her cup. “Believe me, I would know.”

“She’s right.” Wanda nods.

“She has very plump, soft lips.” Peggy adds and you groan, hiding behind your hands.

“I’m sure someone out there wants to be in a relationship with Y/N. We just gotta find him.” Natasha shrugged.

Bucky shook his head. “Y/N is fine how she is right now. She doesn’t need a boyfriend.”

“It would be nice to have someone.” you hum.

Bucky looks at you. “You have me, what more could you want?”

You snort. “I want someone I can kiss and do intimate things with and I can’t do that with you, Bucky. You have a girlfriend.”

“If I weren’t dating Bruce, I’d date you.” Nat says and you laugh, seeing Bruce make a face at his girlfriend.

“Yeah, thanks babe.” he muttered.

Bucky, still staring at you with a look of disbelief, scoffs. “You don’t need to rely on some guy, Y/N.”

“I never said that. All I’m saying is it would be nice to be loved.” you respond.

“I love you, everyone here loves you.” the brunette points out.

You shake your head. “I mean a different kind of love. I want-“

“What do you mean a different kind of love? There’s no-“

“Alright, let’s open up presents now!” Wanda exclaimed, standing up and walking over to the Christmas tree.

Bucky holds his stare on you for a few more seconds before facing forward just as Wanda gave out the first present.


“Aww thank you guys, this means a lot.” Vision says as looked at the gifts you and Bucky had gotten him.

“No problem, pal.” Bucky smiled.

“Alright, who’s next…” Wanda says, looking around.

“Do mine!” you exclaim, standing up and moving around Bucky who was still sitting on the floor in front of you. You drop down on the floor and look for Tony, Clint and Sam’s gifts and once you find them, you hand them over. “Open them at the same time.”

The three men exchange looks before tearing open the wrapping paper. The first one to react was Tony who busted out laughing, Sam and Clint following soon after.

“Oh my god.” Sam laughed. “I love it.”

“I’m hanging this up in our dorm, Bruce.” Tony tells his friend.

“This is going in my car.” Clint smiled.

“Well what is it?” Wanda questioned.

“It’s a picture of her.” he laughed, turning the picture frame around and showing it to everyone.

“It’s a great gift, right?” you smile.

They all nod. Next, Bucky distributed his gifts to Peggy, Wanda and Natasha. The three opened their gifts while Bucky smiled, waiting for a reaction. Natasha was first.

“Aww Buck. You got me a necklace with the first letter of my name. Thank you.” she smiled.

“Oh uh, right! I totally got you that necklace because it had your initial on it and not because it was the last necklace with a letter on it at the store.” Bucky nods and the red head glares at him.

“You just had to ruin the moment. didn’t you?”

Bucky chuckled.

Wanda and Peggy thanked him and soon enough, everyone had opened up their gifts. Peggy screamed when she opened the gift from you, Nat and Steve cried, Wanda – just like Peggy – screamed and Bruce thanked you for the shirt.

Clint laughed when he opened Bucky’s gift as did Sam upon getting the ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner. Tony got all giddy when he received a telescope, Bruce chuckled when he got the book about planets and Steve thanked his friend for the socks.

Now all that was left was you and Bucky. You beat him to it, quickly crawling over to his gift and handing it to him. “It’s not much but…” you trail off.

He smiled at you before ripping the wrapping paper, revealing a book. But not just any book. A handmade photobook. Bucky chuckled, flipping through the pages. The pictures date back all the way to the first time you two met. There were group photos, some at the parties you attended in high school, some where you were just lounging around at your house. He flipped the page to see a picture of himself vomiting and right below it was a picture of Tony vomiting because he saw Bucky vomit.

Bucky laughed. He remembered that night. It was the last week of school senior year and you all went to some party where he got hammered. He remembered telling you he didn’t feel well and instead of helping him to the bathroom you took out your phone and started taking pictures. It was a crazy night.
After a few pages of group pictures, he flipped the page and it was the first picture the two of you ever took. He had a flower crown on that you had made him and you were smiling at the camera while he was looking at you, smiling.
The next pictures were of you two at homecoming and prom. He remembers how beautiful he thought you were when he went to your house to pick you up. Bucky looks up at you and smiles, his eyes glossing over with tears.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he pulls you to him in a hug. “This is the best gift ever. I love it so much.”

“Hey! What about my gift!” Sam exclaimed.

Bucky wipes his eyes before turning to his friend. “You got me a bottle of Fireball.”

“Yeah and that’s the best gift ever.”

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes before standing up. “It’s my turn now. I’ll be right back, I left it in the car.”

He left and came back within seconds. Bucky kept the gift behind his back as he made his way over to you. “Get up.”

You don’t say anything and stand up. He looks at you for a few seconds before handing you a bag. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You look at the bag, the word ‘Pandora’ displayed on it and your eyes widen. “James… This isn’t – no.”

He smiles. “Open it.”

You reach into the bag and pull out a box. You give Bucky one final look before opening the box, revealing a charm bracelet. “Bucky…”

He takes the charm bracelet and puts it on you. “This is why I got everyone something cheap,” he then turns to his friends. “Sorry.”

They all brush it off, watching the scene unfold in front of them.

“I used all of my money on this. The guys pitched in too.” he continued. “It was five hundred and fifteen dollars.”

You let out a sob as you stared at the bracelet dangling from your wrist. “Bucky… I – that’s so much money. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” he responds. “You’re worth more than just five hundred and fifteen dollars but that’s really all I could afford and I didn’t want the guys to have to pitch in even more money than they already had.”

“This is really beautiful. Thank you.” you cried before wrapping your arms around him.

“Anything for you.” he mumbled into your hair. The hugs lasts until you stop crying and the two of you pull away. Bucky grabs your hand and lifts it up and with his other hand, he points to a charm.

“This anchor represents stability. You keep me stable. This angel wings locket I got was because it was… a locket and if you open it,” he opens the locket. “there’s a picture of me.” he smiles at you before continuing. “This key right here represents trust. I know I can always trust you and the same goes for you. You can trust me no matter what. This is just your star sign. It’s really pretty, huh?” you nod. “This clover is for luck, this snowflake heart says ‘you keep me warm’ because you really do and last but certainly not least, this charm is the rose from Beauty and the Beast. I remember you saying you’ve always wanted a rose like the one from Beauty and the Beast so… here you go.”

After explaining all the charms, Bucky slips his hands in his pockets. “I know there’s not many charms on it but as the years pass we can add on to it.”

“This is amazing Bucky. Thank you. I love it so much.” you smile before turning to the guys who were watching the two of you. “And thank you guys for helping.”

They all smile and Clint tells you it wasn’t a big deal. You turn back to Bucky and frown. “Now I feel like my gift was pathetic. You got me this nice charm bracelet and all I got you was a lousy photobook.”

“Hey,” Bucky placed his hand on your arm. “I love that photobook. You made it yourself.”

You break out into a smile, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. You couldn’t believe he had spent so much money on you. It was insane to even think about. He didn’t have to spend all that money, you would’ve been fine with anything really. Looking down at the charm bracelet, you wanted to cry again. It was so beautiful and each charm held meaning. Bucky picked out each charm for a reason.

You look up at Bucky again. “Merry Christmas, James.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he smiled.

You hadn’t realized how close the two of you were. Both of you were so lost in the moment, staring into each others eyes, you hadn’t noticed that you two were leaning in. Bucky’s eyes would flicker down to your lips while he licked his own. Your nose touched his and he turned his head a bit. Your lips nearly touched and they would have-

If only his phone hadn’t started ringing.

Bucky closes his eyes and sighs before backing away and taking his phone out from his pocket. “It’s Kristen.”

He answers it and put the phone up to his ear. Once you hear ‘hey baby’ come out of his mouth, you inhale sharply as your eyes started to fill with tears.

You watch Bucky excuse himself to the kitchen to have more privacy and once he’s gone, you book it upstairs to the bathroom.


A/N: here you goooooo. I hope you liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up :)

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Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend C.H.

Anon requested; Can you please write a Calum imagine where you’re playing hard to get and Calum has been chasing you for years? And although the boys and your friends tell him to give up because you’re a bit cold hearted he doesn’t and you don’t realize that you love him back until after you both had sex(you were drunk) and he’s begging you to stay and to stop saying it was a mistake? Thank you so much Hope u like it babe

Trigger Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2.1k 

Feedback will be appreciated <3

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine) 

“Hey, Y/N. Do you want to come over to my place to watch a movie or something?” Ashton asked me the second I picked up the phone.

“Of course. I’m gonna go and get ready. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

We hung up and I go directly to my closet to find something to wear. I decided that a grey sweater and a pair of ripped skinny jeans would do. With my hair in a messy ponytail, I grabbed my keys and went out of the door.

In less than ten minutes I was knocking on Ashton’s door, already hearing some screams coming from the boys inside. I silently laughed and waited for someone to open the door.

It wasn’t long until I was greeted by Calum.

“Sorry, the guys were shouting so much that we didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t worry, it has only been five minutes.” I placed my hand on his cheek, the way I always greeted him, and he looked down while his cheeks flushed.

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Enemies Will Do Anything 

Request: Hey there! Can you do a one shot where the reader and bucky are best friends, but Bucky likes her and one day they are training together and he just starts teasing and things just get steamy? Thank’s!

Summary: Bucky teases you while you’re training together in the gym.

Warnings: Smuuuuuuuuuutttttttt

A/N: You guys are so sweet, you compliment my writing and you send me requests and it makes me so happy and so confident in my writing ability. Thank you guys so much for being such great people :D

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Better than Porn

Summary: Dean takes his baby brother to a strip club for his birthday, and one particular dancer catches his eye. His crush isn’t helped by the fact she turns out to be one of his best friend’s cousin. 
Pairing
: SamxReader
Words
: 3432
Warnings
: Nope!
AN: LOOK GUYS. THE FIC IS FINALLY OUT. IT WAS A SON OF A BITCH BUT IT’S HERE! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s Funny Quote Challenge! My prompt was ‘Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again’, and I made it a College AU. Hope you enjoy it!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Dean dropped into the chair next to Sam, slamming a fresh bottle of beer down in front of him as he chuckled contentedly, watching as a new woman took to the main stage in front of them.

“Y’know” Sam started, eyeing his brother with amusement as he wrapped his fingers around the chilled bottle, “this was not what I was expecting when you said you wanted to go out for my birthday.”

For a few moments, he didn’t respond, watching as the girl on the stage swayed her hips with the music, not really making much use of the pole behind her, then turned and grinned at him. “Why? What were you expecting?” he asked, taking a long draught from his beer.

He’d already stopped looking at him when Sam shrugged. “I figured a bar? A few beers? A few games of pool? Then I figured you’d probably disappear into the night with your catch of the day, call me the following morning to apologise for ditching my ass, except you wouldn’t really regret it cos you never do when you wind up getting laid” he told him, laughing as Dean turned and stared at him in mock offense.

“Why would I do such a thing to my baby brother on his birthday?”

Sam raised his eyebrow, still smiling as he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “to get laid. Didn’t I just say that?”

Dean chuckled as he leaned forward, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he nodded in the direction of the bar. “I’m not the one getting laid tonight… she’s been tossing you glances all night, Sammy” he murmured, letting out a bark of laughter as Sam’s head whipped around in the direction he’d indicated, brow furrowed curiously.

His eyes instantly caught the ones of a girl who had chosen that precise moment to look over at him. Her hair was loose, framing her face perfectly; her eyes were bright and shining, reflecting the dim lighting of the room as she stared at him. They bugged slightly when she realised they were staring at one another, before hastily turning back to the patron she had been chatting to before.

Was it his imagination, or were her cheeks now flushed slightly?

Sam huffed slightly, clearing his throat as he looked down at the beer bottle in his hand.

“Nah” he started, taking a swig of his drink before continuing, “she works here Dean. She’s probably just scoping for her next tip,” he told him nonchalantly.

A scoffing sound beside him made him raise his head, and he just caught the tail end of Dean rolling his eyes. “Come on, Sammy! What could be more perfect? The birthday boy and the stripper… a match made for a perfect one night stand.”

Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again” Sam deadpanned, taking his turn to roll his eyes as he tried to suppress a grin.

“Whatever Sammy, it’s your loss” he crowed, once again reclining in his chair as the dancers once again switched up.

Despite his protests, Sam became hyper aware of the girl’s location in the room for the rest of the night, her presence drawing his attention. Every now and then, he snuck glances of his own, and in his ever-increasing state of inebriation, he couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was.

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random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”