our marathon


Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you. 

Venus in Taurus: Being with you is like coming home. Like a perfect dream. Like lavender candles and cuddling up to a marathon of our favourite show. You kissing me between every episode. You don’t like playing games and you don’t like being rushed when falling in love. You take your sweet time, worshipping my body and my mind so my heart can’t help but follow. I remember those lazy Sundays, strolling through the furniture store, your hand in mine and we would pretend to decorate our future house. But all we came out with were more lavender candles and a burning lust for each other. You turn the mundane into something truly magical. 

Venus in Gemini: You drive me crazy, I never know where we stand. We spend the most incredible nights together and then I don’t hear from you in forever. Maybe that’s your style, you wanna look me in the eyes and not read my words on your phone. We sit for hours and people watch, making up backstories for them. When I’m with you I have no sense of time, all I can think about is your mischievous smile and the way you play with my hair. Your love is all-consuming, like nothing in the world matters to you more. With you my sense of reason is completely clouded, I’m yours for the night and every other night. If you’ll have me. 

Venus in Cancer: My hero, my sensitive babe. Your heart on your sleeve, that look in your eyes and I was yours forever. When you kissed me I could see our lives flashing before my eyes. Sitting on opposite sides of the sofa. Your nose in a book but your hand on me, like you needed to be connected to me or else you’d die. Every time you catch me staring at you I can’t help the grin on my face. You are fragile and strong, creating this protective space around us where we can just be together. I love how you’re not afraid of your feelings, and how you already named our kids even though we need to discuss it lol. You make it feel so real, like you are the missing piece of the puzzle. 

Venus in Leo: I remember the first time I met you, it all happened so fast. At a party, my friend introducing you and before I knew it your arms were around me. I remember melting into your hug, and the electricity in the air when we finally let go. Everyone else thought it was weird but we both knew, there was no turning back. Being with you feels like running through a field of flowers, faster and faster. Your laughter and your moans echo in my head. My legs feel like giving out but your hand refuses to let go of mine. It’s that smile after you say something clever, and they way you make me feel like it’s just me and you versus the world. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved. 

Venus in Virgo: You make me feel whole. Driving down the freeway blasting our songs, I can’t sing but you don’t care. Your hand on the stick shift and for some reason I got all hot inside. It’s the way you wrap your arms around me at the checkout line, like I’m yours and you don’t care who knows. You’re thoughtful and observant, you make me feel like I matter to you. And it’s not an act, you are actually that kind. I’m trying so hard to describe you, but all I can think about is that night when my family fell apart. You drew a bath with bubbles and you held me until the water went cold. Then we ate raspberries (my favourite) and watched Modern Family. And then you loved me until I didn’t feel like I was falling apart anymore. I think that describes you more than words ever could. You’re the one I see sitting next to me on our porch doing a crossword puzzle, in our old bodies. But it doesn’t scare me because your spirit is forever young. 

Venus in Libra: Being in love with you is so easy. Our first date was to the movies. You gave me a red poppy and held my hand the entire time, gently playing with my fingers. My heart was about to beat out of my chest but somehow I was calm, because you were. I love the way you talk so easy, with that breezy confidence. Like you’d never tell me a lie. The way you were charming and kind to everyone from the bus driver to the server at the pizza shop. After talking to each other all night in the park, it was the only place that was still open. My mum still asks about you. I think she loved you more than I did, and that’s saying something. 

Venus in Scorpio: God, the way you tear me apart and then put me back together. Over and over again. You of all people know that life isn’t always chocolates and roses. You’re not afraid of the ugliness of human nature, instead you try to find the silver lining, the beauty in the madness. You demand that I’m honest with you, and in turn you trust me with your own secrets. It created a bond beyond love, or maybe it was love. It just felt different, like it was based in reality and not a love story. You’ve seen me at my worst and still think I’m beautiful, because you see people’s souls. Nobody can hide their true nature from you for you are an expert of reading between the lines. Your animalistic passion penetrates deep, and everything becomes a haze of lust and obsession. Because if you’re not obsessed it’s just not worth it. I would trust you with my life, because you would sacrifice your own for the one you love. 

Venus in Sagittarius: We had just gotten comfortable on the top of the mountain we climbed when you hit me with “Do you think out of seven billion that some people have the same personality?” And you packed my favourite sandwich, tomato, mozzarella and basil. A moment of breathless kisses and triumph. Your strength made me feel strong too, and your devotion made my heart swell. You never stand still but it doesn’t matter, because you take me with you and always make sure I’m alright. You make me feel included, showing me off and introducing me to all your friends. I’ve never felt more proud than when I’m standing next to you. When you told me how much you loved me I knew it was true. 

Venus in Capricorn: The true romantic. What drew me in was that calm stare, you looked like trouble I swear I was gonna faint on the spot. You could keep up with me, and when you took my hand and said “Trust me?” I somehow believed you. But what made me fall for you was how you kept all your promises. Your presence is honest and true, the way you make me feel like I would never be alone, like I would always have a friend. I love falling asleep in your arms to your heartbeat. You’re gentle with me, I can feel your love in every touch. Your love made me believe I could do anything, because I knew you would stick by my side. If I asked you to. 

Venus in Aquarius: Keep it cool, that’s how you roll. Almost untouchable, but you let me touch you. It was like the seasons changed in seconds. You finished that last drop of champagne and said “Let’s get wet”, then we jumped in the pool. And then you kissed me. It felt like breathing underwater, I don’t even think you live in the same world as the rest of us. I texted you at 2 a.m. and you didn’t hesitate. Trapped between your body and the wall, your lips on my neck and I was already in heaven. I never thought you loved me back, until you showed up on my doorstep, whiskey on your breath and tears in your eyes. After that I never doubted you, because I knew then that your love was more than words. 

Venus in Pisces: With you it’s all about the moment, and moments with you are plush and whimsical. Like sitting on a cloud. You are still the only person to ever write me a poem. And when you asked me if I liked it, how you let me see your vulnerable side even though the look in your eyes was sheer terror, you were brave. I was at loss for words so I just kissed you deeply. You see the beauty in the little things, like asking me about what I dreamt last night or giving me cupid earrings so they could whisper sweet nothings in my ear when you’re not around. Your love is poetic, you actually think of me and what makes me happy. Whenever you see something that reminds you of me you always let me know. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be so cherished.

Superfluous (pt 1)

Prompt: Are you still taking angsty Virgil prompts? Can I suggest something you reblogged a while ago, where the others are all in a relationship and have always wanted Virge to join, but he’s bad with confrontation so they do it really subtly. Like, way too subtly because he doesn’t think that there’s anyway that they could want/love him, so when they’re being so sweet and lovely he’s just getting more and more heartbroken because he wants them so badly, but they don’t want him back. ~ @soiguessthisismyusername

Notes: I feel vaguely guilty writing this prompt because it’s been done a few times and beautifully so but IT’S SUCH A POTENT ANGSTFEST that I can’t resist? so here we go, just a lil’ thingy. I anticipate 2 parts. 

CW: Self-deprecation, sadness, low self-esteem, negative self-image

Pairing: Polyamsanders/LAMP (Romantic)

Inspiration: This takes some inspiration from @parsnipit ‘s Once Upon a Dream and @nerdy-emo-royal-dad‘s The List. Both fantastic fics, please go read them if you haven’t because you’re missing out!! 

The others are so sweet with each other. 

Watching them fall in love has been like watching a fairy tale unfold, and Virgil tries to tell himself he’s lucky to even get to witness it–lucky they let him see it happening, because honestly they would have been well within their rights to tell him to fuck off. It’s none of his business. 

But they don’t. Instead, they let him linger at the edges of their glow, trying his best to absorb the reflected warmth. It’s a little like trying to absorb the warmth from a fireplace on a cold winter night while you’re standing outside in the snow, but that’s okay, too, really, because he’s not built for warmth. He’s not meant for love or affection or kindness, and he’s definitely not meant for those sweet little kisses they share, or those long loving embraces. No one wants to gaze into his eyes or lace their fingers with his. Of course they don’t; he’s Anxiety. His eyes are bloodshot and shadowed with fatigue and his fingers are always cold. 

None of this is news to him, so he’s not sure why it hurts anew every day. It’s probably because he is the way he is. He’s never been a fast learner. His heart is stupid, and it doesn’t seem to understand how foolish a thing ‘hope’ really is. It clings on, building mountains out of molehills, creating elaborate fantasies where the smile someone gives him is actually meant for him and not just the leftover expression they’d been wearing for someone else a moment ago. Fantasies where they laugh at his joke because it’s funny, because they were listening, not just because they’re happy and in love and find it easy to laugh at anything. Fantasies where an accidental brush of someone’s hand against his own is not accidental at all, but a gentle, deliberate touch, meant just for him

He can’t stop his poor, foolish heart from hoping, but he doesn’t let it get to his head, because his heart may be a pathetic lovesick thing but his head is as rational as it ever was. 

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Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you.

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neighbor!peter ↬ headcanons

i’m also writin an imagine about this lmao but cracks knuckles let’s do this, rip this is super long i got carried away 

 • so let’s say you’re about the same age as peter, if not a little older or younger than him 

• so same grade, most likely same school, and you see him everyday 

 • but you don’t talk much 

 • hey y/n can you believe mr. shein’s class? unbelievable. 

hey peter do you know what was assigned for AP chem? 

• whenever ned comes over…what is sleep 

• they’re so loud?? 

• they’re watching some horror movie and screaming through half of it 

 • or they’re freaking out over superheroes in new york 

 • you banging on the wall 

some people are trying to sleep here 

• ned going who’s that?! 

it’s y/n, she moved into the building a couple months ago 

• both of them mumbling apologies and growing significantly quiet 

• you were kinda jealous bc hanging out with them honestly sounded fun but parents are a thing 

• but it was fun yelling at them tbh so you got over it

• peter’s thought about inviting you but was always too shy to. he’s never had a girl apart from aunt may in his bedroom before.

• once you heard them talking about star-wars theories and you listened in through the walls 

anakin was freakin cool and awesome, he may have been problematic, but his character and it’s arc?? 

okay but ned, hear me out, you can not tell me that padme wanted death after birthing two amazing and beautiful children, while she herself is incredibly beautiful—but a friggin children killer is alive and well. no. 

so you don’t wanna build the Death Star? 

ned, shut up, i didn’t say that 

 • sometimes you’d do your homework out on the balcony. you were lucky you had one instead of a rusty old fire escape. 

• so one night you’re doing algebra 2 work and 

• peter’s window slides open 

what the fuck 

• you laughing bc peter literal dork parker is sneaking out? awesome. 

•  not that you—a fucking nerd— should be judging 

• and then you see him scaling down the building 

scaling down the building 

• in a hoodie 

• you’re like lmao dude wtf is going on, am i high 

• you’re not high 

• peter hears you and nearly falls to his death 

• you and peter swear to keep what you saw that night a secret 

 • it becomes an inside joke 

 • when you’re stuck in an elevator together, you wait until it’s just the two of you. 

• you have an endless amount of puns 

• peter is sick of it 

so what’s iron man like? 

• he’s great. 

• how descriptive, spider-ling— 

• it’s spider-man, y/n. 

• whatever. 

• one day he sneaks back into his room pretty messed up 

 • you sigh and try to call out to him 

 • peter…peter…pet—oh, ugh, spider-ling! 

• he comes immediately to your balcony 

 • you hand him an ice pack and some ointment 

 • it becomes a daily routine 

 • you know i’m still going to call you spider-ling right? 

• you know sometimes i wish i did fall off that building that night you found out—

• despite being awkward you never let any of this secret slip

• after a while of this happening, you and peter eventually become close friends and talk to each other at school 

• even tho you’ll always lie about it

how’s peter?

• we’re not friends, mom

• i saw him talkin to you—

• it was for…school stuff

• you join their Lunch Table™

• one night when peter has ned over

• peter starts talking about his feelings 

• and they’re for you

• you know it’s wrong but you listen in anyways 

y/n’s eyes are really nice, you know like super pretty. 

• peter, what does this have to do with our harry potter marathon?

• i just-–wow, you know, and y/n’s hair and smile?? and everything about y/n is great and amazing. so cute. 

• why don’t you tell y/n that?

• ned?! what the hell? are you friggin crazy?

• ya boi has gotta crush 

• he thought liz allan was bad?? you were even worse.

• he came up with excuses to talk to you 

• he casually brought up homework when he passed you in the halls trying to ring the doorbell so that someone would answer your door since you forgot the keys 

• you pretended like you didn’t like him back 

• he would show up as spider-man in the middle of the night even though you were sleeping and would leave you nice stuff by your balcony 

but they’re friendship gifts 

or so he claim

• “dear y/n, i remember you talking about some trouble you were having in AP Chem. i’m always available for tutoring :) think of it as thanks for patching me up all the time. also, i bought you a gift card for the book store so that you can buy books you actually want to read. from, peter parker.” 

• that’s what the note taped to a “tips for chemistry” book says 

• “dear spider-ling, ned told me that you really really really wanted some more t-shirts and since i am so tired of your dumb (but admittedly cute) geeky pun t shirts, i got you a nice sweater. i happen to think you look nice in red. well, as nice as a fifteen year old boy can look. from, y/n”

• both living in awkward and confused but adorable harmony until one of you makes a move 

Jealous - Jeff

Request:  jealous!Jeff imagine where the reader hangs out a lot with Justin and Jeff gets suspicious and when he goes to the readers house so they can chill and have a movie night he freaks when Justin is there but he doesn’t show it and like justin leaves to go hangout with Bryce and Jeff gets sad instead of angry and he’s like “are you cheating on me” but she explains Justin’s home life and that he just needed a place to stay and he apologizes and fLUFF??? Thanks! 

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Jealous - Jeff

You filled two bowls with spaghetti from the serving container in the kitchen before walking back to the living room where Justin was waiting and handed one to him before taking your spot next to him on the couch. This was practically a routine to you two at this point. Anytime he couldn’t escape to Bryce’s he came over, you gave him food, and you would wait for him to talk to you about whatever happened.

“Seth is back at the house.” Justin explained after a few bites of the pasta you’d made for him. He pretty much never had real meals unless it was at your house or Bryce’s so anytime he gave you the chance you insisted on feeding him.

“Did he hurt you again?” You asked softly causing him to nod.

“He wouldn’t stop. I had to get out of there and I couldn’t get a hold of Bryce. Thank you for this Y/N, you’re always there and it means a lot.” He said before shoving more food in his mouth.

“Of course, that’s my job as your best friend. You can stay here as long as you need to.” You told him looking up from your own food. Before Justin could say anything in response the front door opened behind you and Jeff walked in.  

“Hey babe, I brought the movies.” He said grinning at you and walking towards the couch, slightly pausing when he saw Justin, “hey Justin.”

“Hey babe, there’s more food in the kitchen join us.” You said scooting over allowing him a spot on the couch. He nodded and sat next to you, putting his arm around you.

“I’m not hungry, so are we still up for our movie marathon?” He asked looking over at Justin, “is he joining us?”

Justin glanced down at his phone, “Actually looks like Bryce is finally calling me back so I’ll head to his place. Thanks for the food Y/N.”

He walked back to the kitchen and put it away before saying his goodbye and leaving hastily. You knew full well he was trying to give you two alone time.

The minute the door closed Jeff turned to you, “Are you cheating on me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together and your heart stopped. You would never do anything to hurt Jeff and you couldn’t help but be surprised that he thought otherwise. Jeff was never the jealous type in general and you tended to forget sometimes that he could still get insecure when you spent too much time with other guys.

“Jeff no.” You said simply while trying to find the right words, “I would never do that to you. I love you so much and I only want you.”

“I trust you, I just get worried. You spend a lot of time with Justin and I really don’t want to lose you.” He said sighing. You could hear the concern in his voice and the look in his eyes hurt you. He looked so hurt and you hated it. You hated that someone as amazing as him could get insecure.

“Justin is just a friend. He has a bad home life so I let him stay over here anytime he needs it but I promise you nothing is going on,” You tried to reassure him, “You will never lose me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have gotten so jealous. I trust you.” He told you.

“Jeff you’re allowed to feel jealous, I get it.” You responded, you didn’t want him feeling bad just for getting jealous.

He pulled you in closer as you leaned your head on him, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Jeff,” You said looking up to softly kiss him, “and I always will.”

Tour Surprises

Summary: You hadn’t seen Shawn in over 5 months and you couldn’t handle it, so Geoff helped plan the perfect surprise for Shawn.

Requested: Not really, but my groupchat girls wanted some fluff

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None, other than being disgustingly fluffy and sappy at one point.



You hadn’t heard from Shawn all morning and that was odd. He normally would send you a text when he woke up, but not today. You worried, did he know you were here. This was supposed to be a surprise that only you and Geoff had known about.

Fixing the zipper of your boots, you took in one last deep breath before you stood to look yourself over in the mirror. Your black lace buttoned shirt accentuated your curves in just the way he liked, your light washed jeans hugged your thighs, and your black thigh high boots fit your legs perfectly. Your hair looked perfect, considering it took you an hour to get all your products in your hair to get the natural curls to stay. Your makeup done, probably a little too heavily for the occasion, but you were so excited that you couldn’t help to just keep adding.

The walk out of the hotel and down to your awaiting car felt like forever. You were a complete ball of nerves and couldn’t wait for the moment you would see him again. It had been almost 5 months since you had seen Shawn in person and he had no idea you were here. The facetime calls and late night texts were never enough for you. You hated the idea of long distance, but you loved the idea of being with Shawn. You knew he was the love of your life and he always told you he loved you with all of his heart.

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BUCKY BARNES x Plus size reader

Warnings: nothing just really cute and cheesy 

a/n: literally wrote this while I was taking a bath I’m weird lol enjoy.

You always did things without thinking of others or the outcome of it. Perhaps it was a bit selfish of you to do so, but that’s how you had always been and you were a firm believer of staying true to yourself no matter what. After being married for five years and having a child together Bucky thought he had gotten used to the way you were. He didn’t understand why you did the things you did but he respected you and let you be. To say the least, when Bucky arrived home after a long day of training, he found you pacing in the kitchen holding something in your arms. He stopped dead in his tracks once he realized what you had been holding. A puppy.

“I hope that’s not what I think it is.” He said setting his gym bag down by the entrance of the kitchen and crossing his arms over his chest. He was pissed you could tell by the way his jaw tensed.

You cradled the puppy further and gave your husband a half smile, which he obviously did not return. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “It’s not staying.” Bucky walked over to you and reached out to take the puppy from your hands. You turned your back to him protecting the puppy from him.

“Why not?” You wined just like your daughter would have if she was awake and witnessing this moment. If she was the one holding the puppy Bucky would’ve melted instantly and let her keep it. Originally that was your plan, but she had fallen asleep in the car ride home ruining your plan.

“We agreed in no pets until Olivia was at least four.” He argued walking behind you as you walked away from him to prevent him from grabbing the adorable pup in your arms.

“I know Bucky but she’s almost four.” You finally turned to face him and pouted.

“No, she’ll be four in six months.” He stopped in front of you and crossed his arms once again.

“That’s around the corner.” You argued rolling your eyes at him.

“That’s exactly half a year.”

“It doesn’t matter he needed a home.” You sighed and looked down at the puppy in your arms, he had gotten comfortable enough that he was now sleeping. The sight made you want to cry because of how cute he looked and you didn’t want to let him go. You looked up at Bucky who stared at the puppy in your arms before looking up at you.

“Where’d you get it anyway?”

You looked up at your husband and grinned, “Olivia and I saw him in a shoe box as we were leaving the grocery store, and I couldn’t just leave him there.”

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. He always loved how big your heart was, and he always thought that if your heart wasn’t as big as it was he wouldn’t be standing with you having this conversation. But sometimes you did things with good intentions that he wishes you hadn’t. Like the time, you let your neighbor’s teenage daughter sleep over your house, because her room was being remodeled. That week was hell for Bucky and he found himself praying every night that Olivia wouldn’t ever become a teenager, and if she did since it was inevitable, he prayed that he wouldn’t turn out like her.

Bucky looked at you and sighed, he could never say no to you. You and Olivia were his kryptonite and if the two of you were unhappy he felt like absolute shit until he found a way to make it right.

“Fine.” He said. “We can keep him.” Bucky watched as your smiled stretched from ear to ear. You held the puppy close to your chest and gave him a kiss on the forehead, reminding him of Olivia on Christmas Day last year. She had obviously taken after you.

“Bucky meet Winter, Winter meet your daddy.” You smiled and looked up at Bucky reaching the puppy out to him.

Bucky laughed and took him in his arms and held him carefully afraid he would crush him with his arm. “Why’d you name him winter?” He wrapped his right arm around your wide waist, holding the puppy with his other arm.

“Olivia wanted to name him after you.” You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head on his chest.

“Unbelievable.” He cried out shaking his head laughing before placing a kiss on your head. “This is not what I had expected when I came home today.” He whispered and rubbed small circles on your back.

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “What were you expecting?”

Bucky smirked and carefully let the now wide awake puppy down on the floor and wrapped his arms tightly around you. “I was hoping we’d try and finish our Harry Potter Marathon that we started last night before we got distracted with other things.”

You giggled and nodded your head. “Deal but you have to take Winter out for a walk first.”

“Why do I have to take him out?” He groaned like Olivia did when she didn’t want to pick up her toys.

“You were the last one home.” You removed his arms from around you. “I’ll be in the room waiting for you.” You winked at him and turned around walking out of the kitchen.

Bucky watched you shaking his head before turning to look at the pup that was now eyeing him curiously.

“You’re lucky I’d do anything for my girls.”

The Best Distraction [m]

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Summary: When I watch a scary movie with Monsta X and get scared, Kihyun decides to make me forget about the movie by giving me something better to think about

Warnings: Handjob, fingering, oral, mild daddykink and spanking but otherwise some pretty vanilla happysex

“Well. That was terrifying,” I announced, as the credits rolled on the last movie of our Saturday night movie marathon.

I had started spending a lot of Friday and Saturday nights at the Monsta X dorms lately, and watching movies was one of our favorite activities. 

It was surprisingly comfortable hanging out with them even though I was the only girl with seven guys, and I figured that was due to me having a very laidback no-fuss personality that allowed them to see me as ‘one of the boys.’ (But at the same time I also hoped it wasn’t that.)

Most of the films we had selected that night were action or thriller but the last one was horror and it got me feeling so edgy that halfway through it I had darted over to sit with Kihyun in the armchair that was barely big enough to hold one person let alone two.

He was engrossed in the movie and seemed to pay me no attention, merely shifting my weight so I was sitting across his lap instead of on just one leg. I glanced back at him in surprise.

“You were gonna break my leg. You’re heavy,” he teased, his eyes still on the screen.

“Jerk, never tell a girl she’s heavy.”

“Even when she is?” he joked.

I huffed. “Fine, I’ll just move since I’m sooo heavy,” I said and started to get up.

“Nooooo,” he whined, pulling me back. “You’re warm and your butt is comfy.”

That was how I knew he was playing with me and really enjoyed me on his lap, but his choice of wording had me questioning.

“It’s comfy?” I asked, the word conjuring up images of giant pillows, fuzzy slippers, and yoga pants. Is that really what he’s likening my precious bum to?

“Shh,” he said, and stuffed some popcorn into his mouth.

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“Being Fuckable does not mean being date-ble.” [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 2

2,400 words!!

It’s been so long and I’d like to apologize for being so late on this. I wish I could say what’s been going on in my personal life but I can’t, guys. But it’s finally here!! Feel free to re-read part one to refresh your memory a bit if you want: Part 1

sorry if there’s any errors.


My eyes felt the sensation of the sun as I tried to adjust to the lighting. Something was particularly different this morning. 

For one, my back was pressed against a muscular figure as arms were around my waist holding me tightly. At first, I was about to freak out, but then I realized the familiar surroundings of the room. 

It was Dylan’s room.

A moment of relief hit me but quickly washed away when my mind focused on his arms around me again. His body started to shift hinting at me that he was waking up. 

Quickly, I closed my eyes again to avoid any awkward event that might take place if both of us were awake at the same time in the current position. 

As my eyelids remained shut, I felt him lift his head up to check my side of the bed. I began to feel his stare boring into me because of the shadow covering the light, but I stayed the same. 

His head started to go back to the position he was in as I started to wonder what the hell was he thinking.

At first I thought he would get up or get away from my touch, but my doubts soon disappeared as I felt his hands tightening my stomach more, pulling me closer.

My mouth slightly opened causing me to form a slight smile. Dylan never accidentally spooned someone. In fact, he never moved in his sleep, well not that I knew off. 

He always said he needed his side of the bed all to him because touches caused him to get too hot at night. 

I came to the conclusion that he chose to bring me to his arms, there was no other explanation, and the fact that he pulled me close proved my theory. This was new, and it made me feel warm inside. I wasn’t questioning anything.

“Dylan,” I spoke, afraid that if he knew I had awoken he would stop doing what he was doing. Curiosity was killing me though.

“Mmm?” Was all he responded, as if everything he was doing was a normal thing to do to your best friend. 

“What time is it?”

“8:23 Why?” I could feel his breathing in the back of my neck as chills quickly went down my spine.

His mouth, it was so close to my shoulder. It was amazing. 

I wanted to see his expression at the moment so I decided to face his direction. His arms were no longer wrapped around my stomach even if I wish they still were. “I have to go to my classes later.” 

“But it’s barely eight in the morning.” A slight pout formed in his lips, very adorable, yet his eyes were still in a sleep-like state as he opened them briefly in moments.

“Dylan, you know how long I take when I get ready even If I don’t intend to, plus I still have to drive to my house, take a shower, make myself breakfast, FEED my dog and you-” I went on and on as he decided to stop me. 

His hands snaked around my waist yet again, pulling me close just as I was they were a minute before. This time, his lips were only an inch away from me as my nerves started to kick in. His eyes were now set fully on me as his pupils dilated. 

“5 more minutes.” He closed his eyes again. His voice was dominant and way more confident than I have ever seen him. 

It only made me wonder why he was acting so touchy. Why wasn’t he mad anymore? It soon started to eat at me at what I might of done the night before. Did my drunk self do anything stupid?

Of course I know we didn’t hook up, I was still in my dress and he was fully clothed as well. Dylan had too much respect in him.

“I have to go. My head hurts and you ran out of aspirin.” I made the excuse acting as if I wasn’t just leaving to recollect my thoughts from last night.

His head shot up as soon as I got away from his touch. “Yeah, um okay.” I heard as I left him there to sleep alone. As much as I wanted the sensation to last, I had to figure out what was going on.

Translation for; I was going to avoid it all day, get my errands done, then go over to ask Dylan in a nonchalant way on our movie night marathon later.

Dylan’s POV.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. (Y/N) reciprocated what I felt for her. She had it all wrong. Everything. 

She completely misunderstood my actions. I see her as the girl I want to do things with but only if we’re in love. The thought of us just having a one night stand and leaving it at just that made my heart ache, I’m so in love with her I can’t believe she never noticed. 

I got pissed off when she said I was just Fuck-able actually. It felt like rejection without the confession before-hand.

Oh god, I wanted my hands all over her so bad today, I kept covering the front of my pants so she couldn’t see what was fuming inside. She made me the craziest how could she ever think I don’t find her desirable?”

Hell, my sexual dreams have always been about her.

I carried her all the way to my room, where she usually sleeps when she gets wasted. She let out low breaths which made me come to the conclusion that she was very much asleep. 

Her eyes started to shift as I positioned her in my bed. 

“No, don’t let me go.” She murmured as she felt the bed beneath her. I felt her hand grab me and start pulling me down, of course I was staying there.

 The rest of the night was bliss.

My mind flash forward back to the present.

She definitely didn’t remember before. Was it the drunk talking? 

Oh god.

I shouldn’t of done that in the morning. 

Your POV.

“Dylan?” I called out as unlocked his door with the key he places for me in case he’s occupied.

“Dylan where are you?”

“Hold on I’m drying off.”

He just took a shower, he’s going to smell so good what the fuck, this timing? I decided to head over to his kitchen and start taking out the snacks we eat on movie nights.

Diabetes written all over them yes.

I heard foot steps approaching and felt myself getting more anxious by the second. Would he be able to tell this annoying emotion I carry? hopefully not.

“Hey so I picked the movies already.”


 When he noticed I didn’t respond he spoke again, “Y/N?”

“What?” I paused, “Oh yeah, great. Now we just have to-” I turned around and there was Dylan with his regular clothes except this time, he was shirtless. 

My sleep wear consisted of pj shorts and a tank top. The usual. He noticed my staring so he decided his eyes were going to roam on me too. He smirked and I felt another episode of tease jokes coming,

 “-Uh to get drinks.” I forced myself to finish the sentence even though all I wanted to do was stare at his body for longer than two seconds.

He stared at me with a poker face and it annoyed me because I couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. “Okay, let’s go watch the movies.” He laughed.

Unusual? I was so sure his jokes were coming.

Two Hours later, it was back to the regular interactions we always have had. I didn’t even bother asking what I did when I drank even if it was aching at the back of my head. 

The first movie finished and he decided he needed to go to the restroom as I just needed more chips.

After two minutes,

I felt Dylan’s presence once again behind me even if I didn’t know how close he’d really be. “Okay what’s the next movie-” Our chests collided and my mind went blank.

Soon enough, I laughed it off but he remained serious. “Y/N?” 

“Yes?” I answered as we were still in a close position with our lips just inches from touching each other.

Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his lips.

“You should really put on a shirt.”

He ignored me as he continued, “Do you believe that myth that states that children and drunk people always tell the truth?”

“Nope. That’s why it’s called a myth.” I felt myself getting anxious.

“Why..did- did I say something to you? I did didn’t I? I said something stupid now you’re going to throw it in my face. Out with it..” I started freaking out before I could even process or think what could be so dumb that could slip my mind.

He rolled his eyes. “Do you really want to know what you said?” He kept getting closer as I backed away as far as I could every step he took. Once I reached the corner of the counter i knew I was trapped. 

His muscles out in the open weren’t helping my case either.

“I think I heard my phone ring in my room.” I said excusing myself with that lame white lie, The tension back there was going to make me crack. 

“You’re phone is on the couch.”

He stood there in the doorway smirking. I paused in panic not knowing what to do.

“Where was I?“

“You sound like a serial killer stop.” I joked.

“Last night, you said you wanted me to throw you into a bed,” He came closer, moved my body down until I landed on the bed. 

“You wanted me to be on top of you.” He crawled until his face was close to mine again.

“And then,” He kept going as I mentally chocked. 

“A- And then what?” His lips were the center of my attention. He stayed hovering over me, causing me to scream on the inside. I was getting caught up in his teasing, but I was too tired of fighting it.

“Curious aren’t we?” Rasing an eyebrow, he kept staring back and forth at my lips and eyes. There we go with the serial killer voice.

“I’m curious on how far you’re willing to go with this lie.”

“The answer is, very far.”


Before I could finish the sentence his lips were pinned against mine. It took a few seconds for me to process what was going on, after I caught on, I decided to grab him and pull him closer. 

His lips felt exactly like I imagined, my stomach started to spin, and my needs were intensified. 

What I must’ve said must of been pretty smooth or something, surprisingly, nothing was weird it felt like something normal between us. It felt like it was suppose to happen right in that moment.

We broke apart trying to catch our breaths. I looked at him in a shocked, speechless, expression.

He just keep gazing, his lips slowly formed into the cutest smile that I had no idea what was for. The air suddenly felt warm and the vibe was intimate. From the looks of it, Dylan could feel it too.

“I didn’t really say that did I?”

“No.” He smiled. His smile was too happy that it made me wonder what I really said to him.

“Then what was i-”

“You’re in love with me.” His eyes narrowed down as he grinned to himself.

“What?! N-No I’m n-”His lips once again shut me up. I didn’t know where I was even going with this, because my confession caused him to kiss me in the first place which is a good sign?

I pushed myself into him wanting to taste his lips again and again. 

“You tricked me!” He didn’t even let me speak longer he just kept kissing me over and over. My breathing became irregular as I felt his hand slowly enter the inside of my skirt. 

His breathing felt hot against my neck, once his hands gained access to the inside of my underwear, he wasted no time. His fingers were shoved right into me. “Already wet babe?”

“I want your tongue on my clit.” 

“You’re so impatient.” His kisses kept trailing down my body.

“Get the job done, bust the nut faster.” We we’re best friends. Who’s to say my savage way of speaking didn’t also come in the bedroom.

“I hate you I really do.” I laughed as he bit his lip and finally got to his destination. 

“Yeah oka-fuuck!” I moaned as his mouth finally made contact with my clit.

“BEAST.” I said not being able to get caught up on my breathing. His chuckling wasn’t making this better. 

I closed my eyes (as if that was a choice with the pace he was going.) fully taking it all in. 

“Right fucking there.”

“Dylan why the fuck,” moaning, “-have we not done this sooner?”

Once he finished getting me off, 

“Your reading cock-blocked me.”


His sloppy kisses made their way back to my neck. “I’m going to fuck you to make up for all of the times I couldn’t.”

“It’ll show.” 

His dick quickly inserted in me causing my mouth to shockingly open. “YOU BIG FUCKER- DYLAN.” 

He begin to grind against me as my moans began to get out of control. He groaned caressing my cheek.

“Close my mouth with your hands, it’s my all time kink.” 

“But I like your moans.”

I softly screeched as his movements began to get faster. “And I like looking at your hairy arms as you fuck m-” His hand shut me up as his muscles came more into view while my moans were silenced.

He was getting to the climax as I felt him tense up. “Fuck.” We moved faster in sync until he finally released.

“Oh my god.” His huge sigh of satisfaction was so sexy I couldn’t breathe. Slowly, he removed himself from me as his lips met mine once again.

“I’m so in love with you.”

He said, as he now was the one drifting into sleep.
Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 1)

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A/N: Here’s part 1 of the new Stiles Stilinski fic/series I’m working on. The character Nick who’s mentioned in this story is just a character I made up. I really hope you guys like, I’d love to know your thoughts. If you do like it though make sure to request for more. Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 1, 2 & 3] - [Masterlist]

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: None.
Word count: 1255

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My Best Girl

Summary: Cisco is oblivious to your love for him, and you can’t seem to distance yourself from him. 

Pairing: Cisco x Reader, Cisco x Gypsy

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Originally posted by endlesslyalice

“Cisco!” Caitlin called out for the engineer.

“What?” he questioned coming into the cortex with a Twizzler in between his lips. His eyes darted between Cait, the robot and you. You were sprawled out on the floor, holding an arm of the robot which was dangerously close to your face. Cait was whacking it with a folder, also trying to keep it from destroying her table. Cisco quickly sprang into action, shutting down the manic robot.

“What happened?” he asked while picking you up off the floor.

“Well…” Cait started.

“I had nothing to do with this!” you exclaimed.

Cait sighed, throwing you daggers with her eyes, “Traitor!”

“Guys I spent three days working on that robot, what happened?” Cisco asked again this time sounding a little annoyed.

“You said it was ready to use. I mean the thing was designed to give us an extra pair of hands around the lab, right? So, I needed help testing a couple of samples, all I did was tell it to hold the samples, a second later it started flinging the samples around almost hitting Millie in the face when she tried to stop it. After that it tried to pin us both down, that’s when I called you,” Cait explained. Though he was annoyed and disappointed that another invention failed, hearing that you almost got hurt from it his face softened.

“You okay?”  Cisco asked quietly while looking at you for any signs of cuts.

“I’m okay Cisco. I’m sorry about your robot,” you apologized.

“No, don’t be sorry,” he says while walking over to the robot. “Hey Butterfingers, it’s bad enough that you couldn’t do the job I programmed you to do, but then you try to maime my best girl. You’re going in the incinerator, you hear me?!?!” You laugh at the silly exchange Cisco was having with the robot, while also hiding the blush that crept up your cheeks at Cisco calling you his best girl.

“Don’t be silly Cisco. Just reprogram it or something,” Cait said, as she cleaned up the mess.

“No, no, no. This thing tried to hurt my Millie. No one lays a finger, or in this case, robotic claw on her like that and gets away with it,” Cisco claims, making Cait roll her eyes.

“Calm down, mi Amor. Give poor Butterfingers another chance,” you say throwing your arms around his shoulders and bring his back close to your chest.

“Fine, only because my girl said so. You put a gear out of line again, and it’s to the incinerator, understood?” Cisco warned the robot while you giggled. “Okay, I gotta go or H.R. is gonna mess up my lab. Again.” Before walking out of the cortex he placed a kiss on your cheek, you hoped Cisco didn’t wonder why your cheeks were burning as you mindlessly brought your hand where his lips were a second ago, staring longingly at his retreating figure.

“Ahem,” Cait cleared her throat obnoxiously snapping your attention back to the reality, you tried to ignore her disapproving eyes and raised eyebrows by going over to the med bay, where you were working before the whole robot fiasco took place. After a minute or so of working in silence Cait came over to standing in front of you effectively making you stop in your tracks. “When are you gonna tell him? I’m tired of watching you give him googly eyes!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Cait,” you lie but at her expression, you let out a frustrated, defeated breath.

You had a crush.

No, not a crush, you were in love. Hopelessly head over heels in love with Cisco Ramon, your best friend who only saw you as his best friend. When you first noticed your feelings towards Cisco moved from platonic to romantic you tried to stop yourself. It didn’t help that he kept calling you ‘his girl’ and ‘mi Amor’, hugging you and kissing your cheeks whenever he could. Before you knew it, you feel in love with your best friend, but you knew that Cisco only saw you as a friend. This leads you to the situation you were in now, it hurt you every time you were near him because you could feel yourself falling more and more for him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to put distance between you and him. Everyone around you knew about your feelings for him, but Cisco was oblivious.

“Cait, what do you want me to do? I know that he only sees me as a friend. I’m more afraid of losing his friendship than the rejection,” you said, trying not sound as upset as you were. Cait sighed and pulled you into a hug soothing you.

You were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you got dressed, barely containing the excitement. The reason for your excitement was simple, today’s your birthday. Ever since you started working at S.T.A.R labs, Cisco would go overboard with decorations, presents, and celebrations for your birthday. Two years ago, at your request, he tamed it down to no decorations, a couple presents, and a simple birthday cake, even so, it was always a joyful occasion for you. Today was also Cisco’s and your weekly movie marathon night, doubling your excitement.

Before Cisco and the others came into your life, days like this were filled with tears and despair. Your family died in a car crash when you were a teen since then you moved away from your hometown cutting ties with all extended family as they reminded you of what you lost too much. Thankfully the hole in your heart diminished as your friends turned into your family, and being with them (especially Cisco) made you miss your parents, and siblings less during special occasions like your birthday.

You walked into the cortex and sat down at your station, patiently waiting for Cisco to greet you with the annual birthday hugs and kisses. When you heard, his voice approaching you turned your chair, facing the doorway. Cisco was laughing when he came into the cortex, a sound that filled you from top to bottom with warmth. However, the warmth left you when you noticed the arm that was wrapped around his waist, and the woman attached to his side. Gypsy. Cisco was staring at her with adoration and longing, a look you longed to get from him. It took them a couple of seconds to notice that they weren’t alone.

“Hey, (Y/N/N). Listen Gypsy just dropped in, if anyone asks where I am just tell them I’m out with her. I’ll be there for our movie marathon, okay,” Cisco said, and before you had the chance to process what he said, Gypsy leaned in kissing him. If your brain couldn’t understand what was happening before, it couldn’t comprehend anything right now. All you could focus on was the pain you were experiencing, the heartbreak sending sharp shooting pain through your body. When you opened your mouth to respond to him, you noticed that they had already left. The day that started off joyful quickly turned painful. Shortly after Cisco left, Caitlin, Barry, and HR came into the Cortex laughing about something HR probably said.

Barry immediately noticed your slumped shoulders and uncharacteristic quietness. “Hey, the birthday girl is not supposed to be sad,” he exclaimed coming over to you and throwing his arms around your shoulder. Barry and you shared a brother, sister relationship, you two would relentlessly tease each other, scold one another as well as be each other’s rock. Cisco would repeat from time to time that you both held the ability to read each other’s mind. Naturally, Barry was the first one to notice your feelings for Cisco and he has been the one who encouraged you the most to tell Cisco about them.

“Wait, it’s your birthday? Miss. (Y/L/N) why did you not tell me, I’m going to start on the decorations. Oh, and we must have cake, and presents,” HR starts to ramble but you weren’t in the mood for celebrations. When it came to celebrating your birthday, Cisco would keep you busy the entire day to keep your mind from wandering off to sad thoughts of your family not being there, which would result in you in tears. Coming to terms with the fact that he forgot about your birthday, along with the pain of watching him with another woman, knowing he would never look at you the same way as he looked at her, broke you. Added to that your family’s absence got to you, as well. The tears slipped out faster than you thought and within seconds you were sobbing into Barry’s shoulder. Cait dragged HR out of the cortex, explaining quietly to him why you were crying. It took you a couple of minutes to calm down but once the sobs turned into sniffles Barry took your face in his large hands making you face him.

“Missing them?” he whispers, to which you nod. “Come on, we’re going to my apartment and cooking!” Before you could protest he picked you up bridal style and sped you to his apartment. The rest of the day was spent cooking, and messing around. Cait and HR dropped by half way through the day with presents and cupcakes. Cait and Barry were curious on where Cisco was, knowing how every year he would be the one to remind them of your birthday. Not wanting to upset you further they didn’t ask for his whereabouts. When the sun set, you made your way back to your place, knowing that Cisco wouldn’t skip out on the movie night.

Once at your place, you prepped the couch, adding more pillows and bringing out your plush throws. You also made the popcorn and brought out the other snacks you reserved for this night. You waited and waited for him to show up, checking your phone every five minutes. The pain you felt in the morning returned with more intensity as the time passed with no response from Cisco.  Three hours after he was supposed to show up at your apartment you gave up hope of him coming. Sighing, you picked up the framed picture of your family, hugging it you laid on the couch letting the tears you held back spill out.

It was the annoying beeping of your phone that woke you up, you opened your eyes and put your hand up to shield your eyes from the sunlight piercing through your curtains. Picking up your phone as yet another notification beeps through, you get up from the couch where you guess you feel asleep last night. There was a total of 17 missed calls and 24 messages, 10 of the missed calls and 16 of the messages were from Cisco, the rest from Barry and Cait. Taking note of the time, you rushed to get ready and head over to the lab, not bothering to read any of the messages. You arrived at work a whooping 4 hours late, and when you walked into the cortex Cisco tackled you into a hug. You pushed him off of you, mad at him for not only forgetting your birthday and not showing up to your movie night but also not even having the decency to let you know that he wasn’t going to make it.

“Where were you? I was so worried, mi Amor,” he exclaimed as you brushed past him. Cait, Barry, and HR were all in the cortex, eyes darting from Cisco to you. When you don’t respond to Cisco, he sighs and walks over to your lab station. “Are you mad at me for missing movie night? I’m sorry. It’s just that well, Gypsy only visits occasionally and we have movie night every week it could wait,” he explained. Cait and HR visibly winced at this, realizing exactly how much Cisco hurt you. Barry, on the other hand, was furious, he knew that if Cisco didn’t show up to the movie night, you probably spent the entire night crying. Your eyes stung at those words, he still didn’t remember that yesterday was your birthday. Knowing yourself, you knew if you didn’t get out of this situation soon you would start sobbing, grabbing your things, you tried to make your way out of the cortex. However, you were stopped by Cisco who got a hold of your wrist. “Oh come on, (Y/N/N). It was one night, I said I was sorry, you’re blowing this out of proportion,” that all it took for the tears you were holding back to escape. Hearing you sniffle Cisco’s hold on your wrist faltered, giving you the perfect opening to escape from his grasp. Seeing your crying figure leave the cortex, Barry lost all his cool and went off on Cisco.

“What the hell man?!!” he all but screamed.

“What? I don’t know why it was big deal. I’ve missed movie nights before,” Cisco answered confused.

“Cisco, what was yesterday’s date?” Cait asked, to try and get him to realize his mistake.

“(Y/B/M) (Y/B/D),” Cisco replied it took a couple of seconds for him to realize why you were so upset. He missed your birthday. He completely forgot about it. URGH! How could he forget about his girl’s birthday?

“Oh I messed up,” he sighed, closing his eyes.

“Yeah you messed up,” Barry responded bitterly.

“I need to talk to her,” Cisco said, and started walking out of the cortex.

“Cisco, I don’t think she wants to see you right now,” Barry said, blocking the way out.

“But I have to, I hurt her Barry,” he said trying to swerve past him.

“Cisco, she’s mad at you at the moment. If she sees you, she’ll just be more upset,” Caitlin commented.

Defeated Cisco let’s out a sigh, “How do I fix this?” A deafening silence followed his question and he knew that he was to fix this himself. After leaving the cortex you made it to your car, however, you were in no shape to drive so you sat there crying, hoping that letting it all out of your system will make you feel better. It took a while for the stinging behind your eyes to diminish, and sobs to dwindle down to sniffles. While you were in the car Barry had called you several times along with sending you messages, deciding not to worry him further you called him.

“(Y/N/N), where are you?” he asked as soon as you picked up.

“In my car,” you croaked out.

“Do you want company?”

“No Barry I’m gonna go home now,” you say wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball under the covers. “I promise to call you if things go bad,” you added and bid him goodbye.

You were laying on your couch, curled up underneath your favorite blanket when the doorbell rang. Groaning you get up and open the door, only to be met face to face with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, there were red tulips along with lilies of the valley. As you grabbed the beautiful flowers from the delivery boy, he wished you a happy belated birthday and left. Confused you closed your door and started to inspect the flowers for a card, upon finding it you opened it to find a simple ‘Sorry’ written on it. From that, it didn’t take that long for you to figure out the sender’s identity. Though you were not willing to forgive him for his actions just yet, you accepted the flowers happily putting them in water.

You went back to laying on the couch, opting to watch Supernatural instead of moping underneath your blankets. Ten minutes into the episode another knock came from your door when you opened it you were greeted by two teen girls holding what looked like 15 boxes of your favorite brand of chocolate. Seeing their struggle, you quickly grabbed some of the boxes from them, they too wished you a happy belated birthday and left. However, you called them back and gave 5 boxes each, when they refused you chuckled, saying chocolate is a medicine that all woman should share with each other. Opening the boxes, you found a note attached to the lid, unfolding it while popping a chocolate in your mouth you moaned in satisfaction as you read the note.

‘I know you were too nice not to share the boxes with the girls that delivered it. Unfortunately, that also means I had to stick this same note to all 15 of the boxes. So, girls if you’re reading this note, please stop. Now. I know I forgot your birthday, and I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, that I would forget my girl’s birthday. I also know that since I wasn’t there to distract you, you spent the entire day thinking about your family. And on top of that, I had to be an idiot, and not show up to our movie marathon. Not only that, I didn’t even let you know I could make it, you went to sleep holding that framed picture of your family, didn’t you? I’m so sorry, mi Amor. I know that nothing I say can ever make up for the pain I caused you, but I hope I will be able to earn it from you.’

Okay, the mentality you had of not forgiving him was quickly diminishing. You couldn’t help it, the man had a way of making your heart melt. Another ten minutes passed before you had to get up from the couch once again to answer the knocking at your door. This time it was a woman at your door holding a beautiful wooden box, she smiled giving you the box and wishing you a happy belated birthday. There was a card attached to this present as well, it read ‘Put this on and be ready by 6.’ Curious and a little excited you opened the box to find a beautiful sapphire chiffon dress and matching jewelry. Looking at the time you noted you only had an hour to get ready, you quickly put on the dress, fixing your hair and makeup. At precisely six there was another knock at your door, this time you were greeted by none other than Cisco, dressed in a suit with his tie matching your dress. He held a single rose out to you, you smiled as you grabbed it, putting it in the vase with the others flowers he got you.

“I know that it may seem obligatory to tell your date that they look beautiful but mi amor you look stunning,” he says.

“Date?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“Yes,” he said and offered his arm to you which you took. He walked you to a fancy restaurant, a little nervous. Feeling the nervousness come off him, you veered the conversation towards something he was more familiar. And within minutes he was back to being his usual happy sassy self. After dinner, he walked with you to a park where he got fidgety and nervous again, once you came to a pond he stopped and moved in front of him.

“(Y/N/N), I am so sorry for forgetting your birthday and I know how much it must have hurt when I didn’t show up to our movie night as well. Amor, when you left the Cortex crying I was afraid that I lost you forever. When that thought came to my mind, I realized just what you mean to me. (Y/N/N), I can’t imagine my life without you, I don’t think I could survive a single day without seeing your smiling face. I’ve been an oblivious idiot for long enough, I love you, I love you so much. Please give me a chance and be my girlfriend?” he exclaimed, holding tightly to your hands. His speech left you with very few words to say, and after a couple of minutes of silence, Cisco lets go of your hand with a crestfallen face. Sighing he turns away from you, “I understand. I mean I never expected someone as beautiful as you to agree to be in a relationship with me. I mean you are way out of my league, I just hope this won’t affect our friendship. I really don’t want to lose you, gosh I just messed everything up didn’t I? I’m such an id-“ You stopped Cisco’s rambling by crashing your lips to his, it took him a second before matching the kiss with the same amount of passion you had.

“Cisco Ramon, you are an idiot,” you laughed pulling away from him, “Only because you were totally oblivious to my love for you for this long.”

“You love me?” Cisco asked quietly afraid he might have heard you wrong.

“Yes, Cisco I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“FINALLY!!!” Cisco and you jumped at the sound coming from a large bush near the pond. Cisco moved slightly in front of you as you watch Barry, Cait, and HR get up from their hiding spot, brushing the dirt and leaves off them.

“How long have you guys been following us?” you ask amused at your disheveled friends.

“Since the restaurant,” HR confessed before Barry or Cait could come up with a lie.

“Hey Cisco, hurt her-“ Barry started.

“And I’ll freeze your balls,” Cait finished, smirking evilly. Cisco’s expression at the comment was priceless, you knew he was imagining at Killer Frost grabbing hold of his manhood. Shuddering at the thought yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh at his alarmed and within moments the rest of the huddle were clutching their sides laughing. Cisco pulled you in for another kiss, holding you close and beaming at you as he let go, giving you the expression that you had seen him give many women before, but this time it was different. Not only was it aimed at you, there were adoration and longing, but there was also love in his expression.

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Falling In Love With You

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Title: Falling In Love With You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 915

Warnings: fluff, implied sex?

A/N: This is for Steph’s ( @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps) Birthday challenge! I know you’re birthday is coming up, so I wanted to get this out there for you to enjoy! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Dean was padding down the halls of the bunker, whistling a random rock tune.  That’s when he heard you singing in the shower.  At first he thought you were listening to music in the shower, but he didn’t hear any music.  You were singing in the shower with no music; and you sounded spectacular.

It made Dean reflect on his feelings for you.  Ever since you joined him and Sam only a few months ago, Dean loved spending time with you.  The way you always laughed at his remarks towards Sam and Castiel.  You always watched Clint Eastwood movies with him on late nights when he couldn’t sleep.  Then there were the times where you saved his life.  You would always look into his eyes with such compassion and concern.  Dean had never given it much thought until now.

“Dean,” you called out, snapping your fingers in front of his face.  “Is anyone home?”  A small giggle escaped your lips as Dean shook his head, looking down at you.  “Welcome back to reality Winchester.  What are you doing just standing in the hall and staring out into space?”

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Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.


A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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