pick of the flicks

my experiences with overwatch characters
  • genji: despite all the 'i need healing' memes, they're usually pretty nice. they know the entire team is watching and waiting for them to crash and burn
  • mccree: either spawn from hell or just here to have a good time (usually the latter). will probably try to say hi at the enemy spawn
  • pharah: very friendly. will almost never get their ult to go off but won't be salty about it. thanks healthpacks
  • reaper: KINKY. either cursed as shit or will say hello to anything and everything. anyone that mains reaper has dreamt of him crushing their head between his monster thighs
  • solider 76: VANILLA. it's okay though, most people want to fuck him but can't explain it
  • sombra: definitely only here to have a good time since she's basically useless until the devs give her a monster buff. if the player spams the boop voiceline you will hear that noise in your nightmares forever
  • tracer: very high chance they're gay. very high chance one of the enemy team will switch to tracer because they're annoying
  • ana: absolute sweethearts who will risk life and her other eye to keep you alive. secretly enjoys watching the person she's nanoboosted lose their fucking mind trying to make the most of it though
  • lúcio: again, really sweet. unless they're on ilios in which case he's public enemy number one and even if he's on your team you shoudn't trust him
  • mercy: probably picked healer because everyone else picked genji and hanzo. alternatively, a masochist. if the pistol is used a lot they probably mained medic in TF2 and don't fear god or death
  • zenyatta: most likely play competitive too much. another top tier picks for gays but they probably have clinical depression
  • symmetra: [flicking teleporter on and off] welcome to my reality welcome to my reality
  • reinhardt: in the top three most likely to say hi in spawn. please get behind him
  • roadhog: this one is skin dependent. normal roadhogs are like your weird uncle but roadhogs with the islander or junkenstein's monster skin are maniacs and will hook your entire ancestral line across the map
  • winston: i've only ever seen like three. cryptids
  • zarya: tied with tracer and zenyatta as a pick for gays. a good zarya will take your bullets and shove them back up your ass at mach-1 speed
  • d.va: the chaotic good of the universe. probably has play of the game before the match has even started
  • bastion: probably tried to play bastion in competitive once and that was enough. anyone that places him on that elevator thing in hollywood is a scorpio
  • hanzo: they take skirmish way too seriously
  • junkrat: THE CHAOTIC EVIL TO D.VA'S CHAOTIC GOOD. the sound of a riptire is actually an effective tactic to kill the enemy team irl because half of them will have a stroke out of stress
  • torbjörn: lava eating machine. all of them are cursed and i'm personally afraid of him
  • widowmaker: 57 shots, 1 kill. if they're using the odile skin they're probably a straight male
  • mei: fuck you to hell

In layman’s terms, OCD is the chain-letter-posts of the mind. It’s like having one of those “if you do not reblog this, you’re family will die” posts pop up in your mind, but instead of reblogging or reposting, you have to flick a light switch or pick something up that you just put down.

But with much higher stakes than ‘just in case’. Because your disorder makes you terrified that it might be true, no matter how unlikely it is.
Just in case.

The Arrangement: Part 1

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 1

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1944

Warnings: None in this chapter, maybe language

Author’s Notes:  This is part one of a multi-part series. Shifts between two points of view. Huge thanks to @mamapeterson for her invaluable help.

Originally posted by ilostmyshoe-79

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anonymous asked:

Camp sex with harry

Glamping was a hard sell when I’d suggested it.  Sure, Harry Styles could get down and dirty with the best of them, but the idea of sleeping in a tent that took him three hours to build while simultaneously trying to keep himself bug bite free was not something he was so jazzed about.  And glamping, in his words, “just seems unnecessary”.

Vacations were hard to come by for the two of us these days.  Since his solo career had launched it seemed like I had been carted from one four-star resort to another.  And sure, it was fun.  But the idea of being out in nature, under the stars, snuggled in a sleeping bag with Harry was just so enticing.  

He’d tried to convince me to let him take me off to The Caymans or St. Croix but once he’d witnessed the look on my face when I’d suggested the glamping, he agreed.

So we were off.  To our 4 night stay in Conestoga Ranch in Utah.  The accommodations we were staying in were actually old covered wagons.  Harry was actually ok with that part.  Because honestly, who in the world would expect to see him staying in a covered wagon in Utah?

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Punk (Chap. 6)

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck


Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1842

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback!  It honestly makes me so insanely happy and I love hearing your theories, outrages, and feelings! <3



He looked up.  Had he heard you gasp his name?  Of course.  Fucking supersoldier…  Bucky’s eyes found yours across the club.  Time seemed to slow down in that moment.  What the fuck is are you doing here?!

“Y/N?”  

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Scheme: Part 2

Prompt combination of: Hopefully I get this in time and this works out :3 How about where the reader has been part of Batfamily and when Ra’s/Talia “visits” Bruce and Damian, they recognize the reader like “What are you doing here?” and they reply with “Hello Uncle Ra’s/Aunt//Cousin Talia”, revealing that the reader is distantly related to the Al Ghul family but not part of the crazy business. (Bonus if Damian and the reader have a family bond ;3)  AND

One where Jason gets hurt (like dieing again hurt) and Tim asks if anyone’s called Jason’s girl. But nobody knows who Jason girl is. Then they meet her at the cave and her and Tim are friends cause Tim hangs out at Jason’s apartment and knows her. She’s really tough and Bruce and the rest fall in love. And when Jason wakes up Damian won’t let her leave and is extremely attached. Please that was really weird but I would love it. Love you 😘😘😘

Requested by ANON and audreythetealovingcat

Part 1


You watch Scheme toddle around the cave with a small smile. Her fascination with the trophies spread throughout the cave aren’t unusual, after all, what four year old wouldn’t be fascinated by a giant penny. Your eyes glance at the clock on the computer, and you know it’ll be any moment now.

    Sure enough the sound of engines hits your ears moments later. Out of the corner of your eye you watch Scheme’s ears twitch before spinning to look at the entrance.

    Your daughter is a quiet thing. Observant and smart as hell. She takes after Jason. More often than not you find them reading, or researching something together. Your family is made up of nerds and you love that.

    The first one through is all too familiar. You know it’s bad when Damian stumbles. He’s covered in cuts, and bruises and you make sure to catch him before he falls. You say nothing as you escort him to the gurney and start tending to his wounds.

    Damian is a chatter box. Your nephew had come into the world screaming, and he hadn’t stopped talking yet. Thalia had always been quiet, your father on the other hand…Damian had to have picked up his chatty nature from somewhere, and Ra’s was the only obvious point.

    “Auntie, it’s bad. Joker …”

    “Will die a painful death once I’m through with him. Right now my focus is you and then Jason. When I’m done with you, I want you to take Scheme somewhere safe.”

    He sighs, “I can be of more help .  . .”

    “Taking care of your cousin. I’m leaving her in your care Damian. Do not let me down.”

    He says nothing else. The sound of more engines prick your ears, and you listen to the rush to get Jason out of the car, when everything seems to stop.

    “What the hell is she doing here?”

    Your eyes flicker to Bruce, and he gives you a small nod of his head. “It’s been a while Y/N.”

    “Bruce.”

    He lets out a sigh, “I should have known. I heard about your defectment. I should have put the pieces together.”

    “Yes, you should have.”

    “Where’s Alfred?”

    “I slipped in as he slipped out to get a Dr. Lee.”

    Bruce nods, “So you and Jason?”

    “Are married.”

    “And she’s?”

    “Our daughter, Scheme.”

    Bruce nods, “I’ll need your help getting him out of the car. The others are one their way, but Jason needs attention now.”

    You nod, as Damian scoots off the gurney and Jason is moved on to it. He’s unconscious, with several broken bones, gashes and burns. It’s bad, you know it is. That’s when you hear her voice, “Papa.”

    Your eyes flick to Scheme, “Damian …”

    He picks your daughter up without any hesitation, you watch her snuggle into his arms, and listen as Damian speaks Arabic to her. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes stay trained on her father.

    You work quickly to slow the bleeding and stabilize him, the others arrive soon after, and Bruce explains things to them. And then again when Alfred arrives. You say nothing as the Doctor takes your place.

    You turn away, and end up face to face with Cass. She says nothing, simply wraps her arms around you, and gives you a tight hug. You return it, before turning to face Damian. Scheme holds out her arms not to you but to Cass. The woman takes her without a word, before sitting on the floor, and tucking her into her embrace.

    Hours later she falls asleep in Cass’ arms with Damian nearby. You talk with his brothers in the days that he’s unconscious. You watch as your daughter wraps everyone around her finger, Alfred and Dick in particular. The girl was going to end up spoiled if the amount of cookies she’d been given was any indication. It’s in the early hours two days after he’d been brought in that Jason begins to stir.

    He moves in and out of consciousness over the next several days. You don’t leave his side. A week after everything’s said and done, when Jason is conscious, and your daughter is able to hug him you make a call.

    The next night you leave them curled up on the bed, and sneak out of the estate. Damian is waiting for you outside the gate. Neither of you says anything, as you make your way to your destination. They’re waiting for you.

    “You have some nerve calling us for help.”

    You roll your eyes, “You’ve always been on the dramatic side father. Honestly I expect more at this point.”

    Your father turns his gaze on you, “I should have you killed for ruining my plans.”

    “But you won’t. I’d also like to point out that I didn’t ask for your help. I asked for my sister’s help.” You turn to them, “He followed you?”

Nyssa’s scowl was all the answer you need, “Like a bloodhound on a hunt.”  

You shrug, “You’re welcome to leave father, the four of us are more than enough for what I need to do.”

His eyes focus on you, “To kill a clown. I’m done playing around.”

Your sisters’ smiles are daring, “The little imp on a mission, my oh my, this hasn’t

happened for a looong time.” Nyssa says with a grin.

    Talia’s matches Nyssa’s, “And we all know what the youngest sister is like when her mind is set to a task.”

    “The stupid clown doesn’t stand a chance.” Damian’s voice is sincere and steady.

    Ra’s let’s out a sigh, “If we’re going to do this then we should call in your mother and other sister.”

    You shake your head, “No. Cass has her own standards I respect those. And Shiva is too much of a wild card. We handle this among the Al Ghul’s.”

Your father nods, “Fair enough, but I have a price.”

You raise an eyebrow, “I’d like to see my granddaughter.”

Don’t Make Me Come Over There!

A Teamiplier small fic based around the “Living Next-Door To Teamiplier” list-fics!

The tropes I’m using: 
- “Whenever something is thrown onto your side of the fence, the boys will try to clamber/jumper over to get it. 

- “Usually you throw it back over. But then it comes back a few more times.”  

Fic Request: 
“I requested a fic on one of the Living next door to teamiplier tropes!”

Originally posted by tothemarkimoon

Mark had knocked on your door this morning, warning you that they were going to be shooting a video sometimes during the day in the yard. 
“So, if you hear anything strange, just ignore it,” He said and you gave him the thumbs up. 
“If I hear screaming, I’ll look the other way.” 
Around midday you heard the team enter their yard, dragging tripods and cameras with them. 
Other than Ethan and Tyler, their were two other men with Mark. 
You guessed they were Wade and Bob. You hadn’t had the chance to meet them, but Tyler had told you about them before. 
You didn’t really pay attention to them as they started up the video. You vaguely heard Mark speaking, introducing everyone and explaining what they were doing. 
In a short summary, they were playing tennis but if you let the ball hit the ground or go out of bounds, you get pummeled with balls. 
The first game started, with Mark and Tyler on one team and Ethan and Bob on the other. Wade stood to the side, keeping score and watching for any out of bounds balls. 
Many grunts were sounded as the ball was struck with tiny rackets. High pitched squeals and Mark’s bursts of playful rage as Tyler let the ball hit the ground. 
“Tyler! What were you doing?” He exclaimed. 
“Trying to hit the ball!” His friend replied, equally loud. “Look at these minuscule rackets! How do you think I’ll hit anything with these?” 

You chuckled, sitting on the back porch chair, reading a book. Only half listening to what was going on. 
Suddenly, a tennis ball flew over the top of the fence and into your yard. 
“I got it!” You heard Mark yell, then his hands gripped the top of the fence and  he hauled himself over. “Oh, hey, neighbor.” He smiled at you. 
“Howdy,” You replied. Watching as the man clambered over and fall onto your lawn. “You ok?” 
He jumped up off the ground, dusting himself off. “I’m fine. Just getting the ball.” 
As Mark approached said ball, four heads poked over the top of the fence. 
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Ethan giggled, “Hows it going?” 
“Good, good.” You shrugged, “How are you boys?”
“Just recording,” Tyler replied. “This is Bob and Wade. Guys this is (Y/N).” 
The two men waved at you, chatting away as Mark scooped up the ball and made his way back to the fence. 
“Move back everyone,” He ordered. Mark did a running jump, slamming against the fence and, with a lot of groaning and scrambling, managed to climb over to his side of the fence. 
You returned to your book, but was torn from its pages by the ball hitting your lawn again a couple of minutes later. It rolled across the grass, almost hitting your foot. 
“Are you purposely trying to hit, (Y/N)?” You heard Ethan say. 
“Oh god!” You yelled dramatically. “I’m so very injured by that tennis ball!” 
You approached the ball, picking it up as the boys erupted with chuckles. 
With a flick of your arm you chucked the ball back over the fence. 
But again and again, the ball flew over the fence and you were forced to pick it up and return it to where it came from. 
“I swear to god, if you don’t get your tennis skills on point I’ll come over there and stick somewhere useful!” You exclaimed as you dropped it over the top of the fence. 
“Sorry!” Tyler replied. “I’m honestly trying to keep it in the yard.” 
You rolled your eyes and returned to the book.
Finally, you heard Mark begin his outro. 
“Alright, so Ethan wins against Wade meaning that Blueberry has won the tournament.” You heard Ethan whoop victoriously. “Anyway, thank you all for watching. Sorry to our gorgeous neighbor for putting up with our terrible aim!” Mark raised his voice loud enough for you to hear.
“Take some lessons!” You reply. 
“Maybe we should get a taller fence,” Tyler said with a chuckle. 
“Then how are we going to annoy, (Y/N)?” Ethan asked. 
“The point will be you won’t,” You say and they all laugh. 
As Mark and the others returned their equipment inside, you heard a ball being hit and suddenly a ball landed on your lap. 
“HA!” Tyler yelled, peering over the fence. “I can aim!”

Princess (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I wanted to post this yesterday but I was too tired so, I’m so so sorry anon!! However, I still hoped that you had a great birthday!! I’m sorry but this had a little bit of a nerdy ending but I couldn’t help it haha😅and I wrote an apartment instead of a house instead, I hope you don’t mind. Anyways, enjoy!!!

Request: Would you do a bit a smutty one for my bday tomorrow where you’re moving in your first own little house with Bucky and after unpacking the whole day then end up in a paint fight while painting the bedroom, you have a shower together where things get heated ? ☺️☺️ Later that night you cuddle together and fall asleep in each other’s arms ? Also his POV if you like. That would be really really lovely ❤️

Warnings: smut


“Do I just put it here?” Bucky asked as he placed a box of your things beside you as you started unpacking some of the boxes.

“Yep, that’s fine.” You smiled as you arranged your books on a shelf that Bucky decided to build for you.

The two of you had been together for about two years and decided to find an apartment and moved in together as the tower wasn’t really a place that both of you could have privacy. Both of you from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was an Avenger and you were just an agent, it took a while but you had managed to coax Bucky into giving the relationship a try as he seemed so insecure, but you were glad it worked.

“I can’t believe we’re finally moving in together,” you commented, looking around the apartment. “A small little place just for us.”

Bucky smiled as he walked up and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on shoulder. “I like it though.”

“I like it too,” you replied, as Bucky placed a kiss on your neck before moving away to unpack the other boxes. “Don’t unpack the things for our bedroom yet, I want to repaint that room. I saw some of the paint chipping off and that color was just unsightly.”

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Dare | Jimin, You

For my wonderful friend Cassie aka @comeherejimin​ I hope you like it! And everyone reading this, you should definitely check her out! Her graphics are amazing and she is just such a sweet person. 

Originally posted by sosjimin

Is this even real?

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Imagine Todd and Amanda having a conversation about something they did together as kids - running through the woods or learning how to ride their bikes or building sandcastles on the beach - and Dirk being so much quieter than usual because he’s listening, for once. Listening and seeing that look of nostalgia on both their faces, their little smiles and bright eyes. He wonders what that feels like but he knows better than to ask. There’s no way to explain childhood.

Imagine Todd and Amanda are musical because their parents were. Todd’s mother guiding his little fingers over the strings of a guitar and softly singing with him, Amanda’s father grinning proudly while the neighbors complain about the racket of drums at all hours of the day. Sometimes Dirk catches Todd singing a random tune and Todd tells him, in that off-handed way of his, that his mother used to sing it to him. Like it’s not important really. For the rest of the day Dirk tries to remember what his mother’s face looked like.

Imagine Farah meticulously cleaning her gun the way her father would have, faithful to the way he dutifully taught her. He was so careful to instill the importance of it, the danger of guns, what it truly means to hold one and take a life, to save one in return. Cleaning her gun reminds her of him. It reminds her of Patrick and Lydia too. Her family. It calms her. Dirk knows how to lie, the way they lied to him. It does not calm him.

Dirk doesn’t know how to ride a bike. He doesn’t know how to swim either. He picks up children’s book sometimes, flicks through them, but he never finishes them. He isn’t afraid of doctors - he just doesn’t trust them. He’s always wanted to buy a stuffed animal but it never feels like the right time. No, he does not believe in Santa, nor the Tooth Fairy; it’s better than believing they forgot about him. It’s okay really. If you’re looking at the past there’s no way to see the future. He has his friends now, he has his family here. It really is alright. Because while Dirk didn’t learn a lot of things, while he didn’t learn what Todd, Amanda and Farah did, he did learn how to lie.

So honestly, it’s fine.

Yoongi Drabble: ‘You come to my room at 4 am to cuddle?’

From the drabble prompt list. Requested by @mainhoonemily - thank you girl. 


The crack of the light from the open door didn’t disturb him as it slit into the darkness of his room, his body curled tightly around itself and his shallow breathing floating towards your ears.

His room had a distinct smell that swallowed you immediately as you made your way inside. It always had, but was one that you had struggled to place in your youth. Now, you understood it was the complex scent of him. Hints of it were different this time. There was a new depth to it; a rough tinge that had appeared with his age, and a new sharp note of the expensive cologne he’d taken to wearing since he’d moved to Seoul and started making money. But the essence was the same. His essence was the same. Despite the fame, he was still your Yoongi - the one you’d grown up with. The one you missed more than you’d ever let him know.

Your feet pad softly over the wooden floors, the material of your short pajama bottoms rubbing together to make a swishing sound as you walked. His body still didn’t move, his outline static and immobile in the bed sheets covering him. Stepping over the clothes he’d thrown so casually on the floor, you bite your lip as it dawns on you that you had no idea what he was wearing underneath the dark material that lay on top of him.

Your confidence falters and your step pauses as you reconsider, but your retreat is cut short as you sense a scurry of movement at the end of the bed. The brown fur of Min Holly’s figure jumps off the bed to rush towards you, a short, sharp bark stirring Yoongi slowly from his sleep. One arm reaches out, fumbling for the light switch of a lamp next to his bed while the other reaches up to rub against his puffy eyes.

Light illuminates his pale skin, eyes squinting at the brightness of the fluorescent bulb suddenly blinding him. His lips fold into a disgruntled pout causing his chin to stick out and his cheeks to sag, but that signature expression only leads you to smile.

‘What are you doing?,’ He groans as you bend down to pick Holly up, her eager tongue flicking against your face. Yoongi’s skin looks glowing, the fresh blue light shining against him. ‘What time is it?’

‘Four.,’ You answer, thumb nudging over Holly’s ear as she snuggles into your arms, content. ‘I can’t sleep. I wanted to see if you were awake…’ Your eyes dip down to her, a welcome distraction as you physically feel the disdained look Yoongi is shooting at you causing you to shrink into yourself.

‘You come to my room at 4 am to cuddle?,’ His hands drop from his face and he flops on his back on the bed, another sigh slipping past his lips. His voice is hoarse from sleep, the drop lower than usual and highlighting the intimacy of the moment.  ‘Are we still 6?’

‘It’s not like this even happens often… you’re up in Seoul, I’m stuck back in Daegu… When am I going to get to ask you to do this again?’ Your ploy works, his body relenting as he scoots over and a deep sigh leaves his lips. The bed sheets are pulled back to reveal his toned muscle, the creamy state of his paleness extending down to his torso. He’s too tired to remember he is shirtless, and too tired to register the shock on your face.

‘Hurry up.’ He mutters, mind already switching off as he lulls back to sleep, his hand reaching up to rub dreamily against the bare skin of his chest.You didn’t take long to reach your decision, the lure of his exposure too much for your senses. Quickly, quietly, you drop Holly back onto the floor before finding your way next to Yoongi, the muscle of his bare arms rippling under his flesh as they link around you and pull you close. Your head rests on his chest, his chin pressing against the top of your forehead.

The rise and fall of Yoongi’s breathing brings with it a peacefulness that you allow to wash over you as you attempt to mirror it. You count slowly as he inhales, then wait patiently for the puff of air that exits with each exhale, hot and humid against the crown of your forehead. This is what you missed. This is what you craved when you couldn’t sleep. The safety of his arms.

‘I miss you, Y/n.,’ Yoongi’s breath was a bare mumble, your ears straining to catch every word. ‘I love you.’ Words he only said when he was half asleep, on the brink of nodding off. His sentence was punctuated with a kiss to the top of your forehead, the warm feeling of his soft lips cushioning against your skin lingering long after the brief contract had ended.

You are tempted to tilt your head. You are tempted to raise your chin ever so slightly so that his next kiss will catch your cheek, before eventually leading to the corner of your mouth. You want nothing more than to kiss him back with all the passion you’d been hiding, the ache of longing you’d felt simply being in the same house as him expressed as your tongue slipped behind his lips.

But you don’t, because his breathing starts to even out. And you don’t because the tightness of his grip around your body begins to slacken. And you don’t because it was too little, too late and you know the moment had passed, Yoongi now well asleep. You couldn’t bring yourself to wake him again, just like you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth - that you loved him too.

Dating Mark

I Taeil* I Hansol* I Johnny I Taeyong I Yuta I Kun* I Doyoung* I Ten I Jaehyun I Winwin* I Mark I

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A/N: I was asked a while ago after my Dating Taeyong to do Mark next, so here it is. I’m so sorry I can’t remember who asked me to do mark next but I hope you see this and sorry for the long ass ride wait~


  • oKaY LeTs dO tHiS
  • I see him being the “quiet” kid in school
  • Like obvs he has his group of friends
  • And when he’s around them he’s energetic and outgoing
  • But the second he steps into a class that none of his best friends are in, he gets all coy etc
  • Almost like they’re his source of energy(?) ygm
  • But anyway
  • He’s a Junior  
  • He’s a lil above average in most subjects
  • But literature  
  • J E S U S  
  • He is so good at it
  • And it’s his favourite subject  
  • Win-win situation lmao winwin
  • Also music
  • He’s really good at music  
  • Okay so moving on
  • He’d be in the library on a Friday after school, and he’s in the Sci-fi section trying to find a book he hasn’t read yet
  • Which is almost impossible
  • Bc He’s read basically all of them
  • He gives up and goes to look somewhere else
  • But he sees a book on the librarian’s desk
  • F I N A L L Y  
  • Something he hasn’t read
  • He picks it up and starts to flick through it, skimming over the pages and turning it to read the blurb
  • You come out of the restroom in the library and see a really cute guy looking over the book you just had the librarian check out for you
  • You were tentative to go over and tell him you just checked it out but you told yourself to get a grip and tell the r e a l l y  c u t e  guy the book was yours
  • “Oh, hi-Er I just checked that book out.” You’d say really shyly
  • He looked disappointed at first and you caught onto this, but he kindly smiled at you, a small dusting of pink on his cheeks
  • “Sorry, I didn’t realise. It looks good.”  
  • You nod with enthusiasm as you try not to freak out about the book. It was a new one by your favourite Sci-Fi author
  • You had to keep it cool bc you didn’t want the cute guy to think you were weird for freaking out too much
  • “Let me know when you’re done with it. I love that author.” He shot you a coy smile before making his way out of the library  
  • You felt your face heat up slightly once he had left
  • You two had another encounter the following Friday
  • You were returning the book and saw the cute guy from the previous week, wandering through the stacks yes you finally admitted he was cute
  • You walk over to him, tapping him on his shoulder
  • He turns and sees you smiling up at him, again you notice a small dusting of pink on his cheeks
  • “Here, I finished it. It’s so good.” You once again were trying to hold back from gushing about the book and the author
  • But you needn’t worry
  • Bc Mark did it for you
  • “Yes! Man, I’ve been waiting to read this for a while and when I saw it last week I tried not to freak out too much.”  
  • You stood there gaping at him
  • He realised how he probably just freaked the unkown pretty girl out a bit
  • “What’s your name?”
  • Your question taking him by surprise  
  • “Mark-”
  • “Well Mark…”  
  • You couldn’t hold back any longer
  • You joined in with him
  • And oh my god he was so happy  
  • After sitting down at one of the tables in the corner or the library for about 3 hours you were both kicked out bc it was closing time
  • It was getting dark quickly so he offered to walk you home  
  • Which you gladly accepted  
  • Once you reached your house you bid him farewell  
  • And as you were walking in he called for you
  • “Lets do something tomorrow.”
  • He was shocked with his own spurge of confidence
  • “I’d love to.”
  • Fast forward a month  
  • After your first outing, you guys had to the public library followed by some hot chocolate at the local coffee shop, you two started dating.
  • It was the cutest things his friends had ever seen
  • Their lil mark had his first girlfriend
  • You didn’t realise most of his friends were upperclassmen tho
  • And they liked to poke fun at the two of you
  • “Aw have you guys kissed yet?”  
  • “Shut up Johnny.”
  • “You can tell us you know~~”
  • “I swear to god Donghyuk.”  
  • Donghyuk was a sophomore but still poked fun at Mark
  • You personally, found it hilarious
  • He’d always go to your house
  • Whether it was to watch movies
  • Cuddle
  • Or even just read together this was your favourite
  • You’d be sitting on the sofa while he lay down, resting his head in your lap and you both read different books
  • Eventually, he was confident enough to show you his rapping
  • You knew he rapped but he was too shy to show you so you were really excited when he said he’d show you something he wrote recently  
  • Once he started, you were hypnotised by the flow of his voice as he let the words trail out of his mouth effortlessly  
  • When he finished his cheeks would become red and he’d look down shyly
  • “I wrote it for you…”
  • You saw how coy he was being and it made you heart melt, you called his name and the second he looked up you planted a sweet, short kiss on his soft lips
  • “I love it.” You’d smiled at him as he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.  
Cruisin' For a Bruisin'

A/N: Drabble request for anon. Jax comes home late from a rough ride and the reader patches him up and tells him about a book she read or a movie she wants to see, to keep his mind off the pain. I hope you like it, anony!

You were asleep on the couch when Jax flopped down next to you.
Jolting awake, you sat up, your head whipping around to see the Prince of SAMCRO grinning at you.
“Rise and shine, darlin’.” He said, wincing in pain.
You could see a long gash across his cheek. The blood had started to dry up, but it could use a few stitches. A large bruise had started to form.
“Go sit at the dining table, I’ll patch you up.” You said, hauling yourself off the couch and into the bathroom, grabbing supplies from the medicine cabinet.
Jax did as he was told, taking a large swig from a bottle of Jack that he’d pick up on the way to the kitchen.
“So, what happened?”
“We were coming in from the road, decided to stop in and grab a drink at a bar. Halfsack hit on the wrong woman. The chick’s boyfriend didn’t like it. Sack ended up knocking the guy out but then his friend’s joined in.”
”Oh man, I wish I’d seen Kip knock that guy out.”
”You can, talk to Tig, he filmed it.”
You laughed, running your hand through his hair.
”You look exhausted.” You commented, knowing that a run was always taxing on the club.
“Talk to me about something to take my mind off of it.” He requested as you sterilised the needle and thread. 
“I’ve been thinking,” you said, beginning to stitch the cut. “We should have a movie day. Stay on the couch, all day, watching movies, ordering pizza, eating junk food.”
“Sounds good, babe. What do you wanna watch?”
“What do you think about Fight Club?”
Jax chuckled, taking another swig of Jack.
“Sorry, too soon?” You laughed.
“Would you prefer Rocky?”
Jax turned and smacked you on the ass.
“Hold still, Teller!” You giggled.
You finished up stitching the wound and covered it.
Jax pulled you into his lap, stroking your cheek, thanking you.
“How about we have our movie day tomorrow. You can pick what we watch.”
“Great, chick flicks all day!”
Jax laughed and pulled you close, kissing you.
“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Miss.”
“You love it.” You replied, kissing Jax. 
“I do.”

Takeout and Netflix

Originally posted by theexpendablegirl

A/N: There is a serious lack of Jeff Hardy Fics! So here is another one! :D

Pairing: Jeff Hardy X Reader

Summary: You and Jeff are watching movies and he recalls something that you said a while back.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 500+


You said nothing as you opened the door. Jeff stood there a bag of takeout in one hand and an overnight bag in the other.

“You, Me, take out, Netflix, whatca ya say?” You folded your arms over your chest and stared him down for a moment. He tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and smiled. You smiled and stepped to the side. “Get the hell in here.”

Jeff smiled and slipped in the door, dropping his overnight bag and kicking his shoes off. You locked the door and followed him into the living room.


Now you laid beside him on the small couch. One of his arms acted as your pillow while the other was draped around your waist. The containers from your dinner were tossed halfheartedly on the coffee table.

Jeff’s jacket and shirt were tossed over the chair in the corner after he was afraid he would stain them. The throw blanket covering only half of your bodies.

“Oh shit, he’s gonna go in there!” Jeff murmured behind you. You shifted against him, trying to cover your eyes without him knowing.

Jeff felt you shift against him once against. It must’ve been the tenth time in two minutes. “Are you okay?”

“No! This fucking movie is scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to scream and- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? HOLY SHIT!”

Jeff’s eyes snapped up to the TV. “Holy shit is right! That looks amazing!” You pulled the blanket of your eyes. “No, no, no, no, no! NO!” You said. Jeff was laughing behind you as screaming came from the TV.


Still curled up with Jeff, you now watched a movie of your picking.

Jeff leaned forward over your body and grabbed the remote. He flicked the TV off. “Hey! I was watching that!” You groaned, rolling around to look at him. “I watched your whole scary movie! You have to watch mine!”

Jeff settled back into the couch, looking down at you. “Do you remember when we watched that romantic movie in the theater? The one where the guy confessed his love for his best friend?

You nodded your head. “Yeah. Why?” Jeff looked at you, eye flickering over your face. “Do you remember when you said you wanted a man to confess his love for you in that kinda way?”

You titled your head. “Jeff, where is this going? I’m confused.”

“Just answer the question.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I remember. Why?”

Jeff took a deep breath. “When we’re together….I feel at home like there is nowhere else I should be or need to be. You’re my home. You always have been. I want to be more than friends with you. I love you.”

You stared at Jeff for a long moment. You watched his face change from one of confidence to one of worry. 

“If you don’t feel the-” Leaning forward, you attached your lips to his, stopping whatever he was going to say. Jeff wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up so you were laying on top of him.

Your lips were locked in a heated kiss. Hand roaming over each other’s bodies. Yours settled on his chest, while his settled on your ass.

You pulled away from him, needing air. Jeff looked up at you, his breathing heavy. “Tell me. Say the words.”

You chuckled breathlessly. “I love you.”


Brendon Urie Imagine- Sleep

The wind raps against the window as the thunder sounds through the heavy air. Any normal night, you’d be curled up with a blanket and a book listening to the rain fall but tonight is not a normal night. You feel… off. No matter how hard you try, the pages of your book remain uninteresting and  unturned. 

You pick up your phone and flick on the blue light. 10.30. Brendon should have been home half an hour ago, and you should be in bed. Neither of those things are going to be happening any time soon, so it appears. Clicking on the tv, you start to mindlessly flip through the channels with the hope of finding something that catches your eye. 

Another twenty minutes later, the front door swings open. You hear Brendon sigh and throw his keys on the table that sits in the entryway. As much as you wanted to run to him, your feet didn’t want to carry you to where you want to go. 

“Babe?” he calls out, noticing the flickering light of the television against the wall. 

You attempt to reply but the words fizzle off in your throat. His footsteps grow closer as he finds his way into the living room where you are lazily laying on the couch. He stands in the entryway of the room, rubbing his eyes with his bawled fists. 

“Babe it’s almost 11 p.m., what are you still going up?” he asks blinking away the sleep in his eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” you mumble with a soft shrug. 

“What’s the matter darling?” he coos striding over to sit next to you on the couch. 

He looks up at you with soft, expressive eyes trying to decipher whats going on behind the facade you put on. Offering a soft gesture, he reaches out and strokes your arm gently. 

“I feel… icky.” you sigh unable to come up with a better description. 

“Oh baby, why don’t we get you to bed yeah?” he coaxes you closer to him. 

You muster up enough energy to give him a nod and pick yourself up off the couch. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t will yourself to move though. It’s as if your feet have forgotten how to walk. Brendon tugs on your hand a little as you look around almost confused. 

“Y/n, are you coming?” He questions.

“I can’t.” you sigh heavily. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened, and certainly won’t be the last. Fortunately for you, Brendon knows exactly what to do. Without even giving you any time to react, he is sweeping you off your feet and down the hallway to your shared bedroom. He sets you down gently onto the fluffy covers. His lips part a little and close again as he thinks about his next move. 

“I’ll be right back, you just stay here and get comfy okay?” he says through an encouraging tone. 

Quickly, he disappears out of the room leaving you once again alone. Just you and your thoughts. The sound of the rain fights against the window once again, but your brain is elsewhere. Settling into the pillow underneath you, you stare blankly up at the ceiling unable to collect your thoughts. Only the bright flash of lightning that illuminates your room, followed by a loud crack of thunder draws you out of your trance causing you to yelp. 

“Darling, it’s just a storm. It’s alright.” He says as he re-enters the room holding a steaming mug of tea in one hand, some ibuprofen in the other. 

“Yeah. Just a storm.” you repeat his words. 

“Here, drink this lovey.” 

You gladly take the warm drink from him, bringing the cup to your nose and inhaling as much of the scent as you can. Peppermint, your favorite. The bed creaks as it dips down when he crawls in next to you. Suddenly, a warm hand is pulling you closer underneath the covers. You follow his guidance and lean up against his chest. Quickly, you take a small sip of your tea letting the hot liquid warm your insides. 

“Good girl.” He smiles down at you, smoothing over your hair. 

The next few minutes are filled with silence except for the occasional sipping noise from you. He waits until you are finished with your drink to start a small conversation. Knowing you all too well, he knows that what you need is just a little quality time. As you down the last bit of liquid, he stokes over your arm. Once you set the cup down, feeling a bit better already, he tugs you so close that your cheek is smushed against his chest. 

“Thank you Bren.” You say contently.

“You are very welcome. Now do you want to tell me what’s going on?” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, not really knowing exactly what’s going on yourself. Meanwhile his hand moves to your thigh, tracing small patterns against your porcelain skin. 

“I just… It’s… I’m not having a good day. And I was expecting you at 10, so when you came home at 11 I just…” You fight to find the words you are looking for.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in some recording. I should have been more careful with my time.” 

“No no, it’s fine.” you whisper into the soft fabric of his shirt. “You are here now.” 

He purses his lips above you, hiding the fact that he is frowning. It bothers him that you dismiss your feelings so often, because it’s not good for you. Just as he is about to say something else, another crack of thunder booms through the house. You, being off guard, jump again but this time a pair of strong arms are wrapped around your waist to protect you. 

“Y/n, I’ve got you. It’s okay.” He leans down to press a tender kiss to the top of your head. 

Looking over at the clock that sits on your bedside table, you notice the time in now nearly 12 a.m. A small yawn escapes your mouth and your eyes begin to feel heavy. Brendon, noticing your yawn, lets out a soft chuckle and shifts around so you are laying down with each other. His hand runs along the length of your waist as he leans in close and presses a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Sleep my love. I will be here in the morning when you wake up.” He smiles. 

“Thank you, bren. For everything.” 

“You are welcome my love. Get some rest.” 

You settle a little further into Brendon’s embrace, letting his warmth envelop you. Nights like these are always your favorite because Brendon knows how to make you safe and secure. You feel his hand thread through your messy hair, and pulling through gently over and over again until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer. A little tune resonates deep in his chest as he lulls you to sleep. Certainly that night will be the best night you’ve sleep in a month. 

CYOSTODA - Part Two: Dean Picks Dare

Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam, and Reader

Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA

Word Count: 1205

Warnings: Swearing

Following on from Part 1 by @littlegreenplasticsoldier, where you get into a game of Truth or Dare with Dean, Sam, and their motel neighbour, Leah.  You’ve just asked Dean Truth or Dare.

CYOSTODA Mastermess here

Originally posted by stunning-i

Dean’s staring at you, those gorgeous green eyes flitting over your face, and you can see the wheels turning, can practically smell the smoke. He locks eyes with yours as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and you fight your urge to follow it’s path so hard you can feel your eyeballs shake with the effort. Dean smirks at you, like he knows full well what he’s doing to you, which let’s face it, he probably does.

“Dare.” he finally says, low and sure.

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Pick-Pocket

Because @artsyfalafel and I had a conversation, and this came out of it. 


“-and the daguino was COMPLETELY overcooked!” the old man at the table next to them spat, his saliva literally landing on the alien servers face. “I DEMAND a refund!”

The server nodded hastily, eyes wide, and rushed off to the kitchen area, leaving the man to grumble to his wife about using the restroom.

Lance popped up from his seat with a bright smile on his face, dropping his napkin next to Keith and clapping his hands together. “Be right back, guys. Gotta use the little paladin’s room.”

“Just go to the bathroom, Lance,” Shiro muttered, not even looking up from his menu.

Lance shot the table a set of finger guns and darted out of sight, towards the back of the restaurant that Coran had told the paladins about. “Anyone else think that old guy was being totally unreasonable?” Keith grumbled, glancing at the table next to them and wrinkling his nose.

Pidge grinned and glanced down at her menu, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh yeah. Total asshat.”

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