popcorn again

anonymous asked:

I don't have an ask but I have a headcanon. Modern!newsies once played popcorn on A trampoline. It ended up with two black eyes, four bloody noses, one concussion and an extremely worried Davey

OH NO This definitely happened. They never played popcorn again, Davey’s orders.


(Well this has been sitting in my drafts for a while……)

Popcorn Date

Title: Popcorn Date

Paring: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,689

Warning: Cavity level fluff that turns smutty

A/N: I’ve been having this dream for months, thought I should share. The humming I talk about you can see in this video, just go to 17:05 and watch them talk about it, it’s pretty great. He does the humming thing again later on and Jensen can’t stop laughing. Anywho, enjoy dorky cute smutty Jensen!!

“Dude, just go ask her!” Jared nudged Jensen so hard he stumbled a little, falling into the side of Baby.

“Shut up! Come on man!” Jensen looked over his shoulder only to whip back around. “Shit, dude she’s coming over!” Jared started laughing before falling into a coughing fit as he tried to hold it together.

“Uh, hey guys. Jared you dying or something?”

Jared just shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. Jensen’s eyes went wide as he slowly shook his head, silently wondering what the hell had gotten into Jared.

“You guys sure you’re good?” you looked between the two boys.

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Auston Matthews #5

Anonymous said: Can you do an imagine where Auston surprise you at college? Super fluffy maybe? I love your writing. It’s so good.

A/N: sorry it took me a while to get to your request, all excuses aside i hope you liked this :)

Word Count: 1,325

‘You have a surprise when you get back to the dorm.’ Since getting the text from your dorm-mate nearly an hour ago you hadn’t stopped thinking of what she could possibly mean. Maybe she got another bag of that stupidly good popcorn for you again from the store. You could seriously binge eat the whole bag while having a good study session and then finish it while watching some Netflix. 

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Prompt: Duke taking reader to the movies and batfam embarrassing him

Requested by: ANON

    Duke had grown up in a rather small family. He’d been used to quiet time, and intimate family dinners. The Wayne family had been more than a little shock. They were loud and boisterous, and always in each others’ business. Most of the time Duke stayed back and observed, content to quirk his lips when one of his brothers did something particularly entertaining.

    This, however, was crossing the line as far as he was concerned. You were a nice, normal girl from school. It had taken him weeks to ask you out, and when you’d said yes he had been ecstatic. He had also made sure to keep it on the down low. He knew how dangerous the information could be in the hands of his new siblings. He hadn’t told anyone.

    He’d gone as far as to sneak out of the manor to meet you at the theatre. And yet, the minute he’d put his arm around your shoulders he’d felt the first pelt of pop corn. He’d ignored it and his suspicions at first. Then more had come until he’d been forced to turn around.

    What was waiting for him made his eyes twitch. There was Jason, Damian, Steph, and Cass. They were all grinning and all holding rather large buckets of popcorn. He’d done his best to ignore them, and had actually waited until you’d slipped out to go to the bathroom to glare at them.

    When you came back he gave you a nervous smile, and you returned it with a smile of mischief. Not two minutes later the popcorn started again, and was shortly followed by hushed whispers. When he turned around it was to the sight of his siblings being escorted out of the theatre by the usher.

    Your smile told him everything. With a shrug you simply say, “I have three older brothers, the ushers know me well.”

Ti...ck..ling? (Jack x Anti Tickle Fic)

This was a really really cute prompt so I wanted to write it lol. Glad I had enough motivation. 

Idea from @catfishwierdo : Mark, Dark, Jack and Anti all live together, Dark and Mark take a vacation, and the two irishmen decide to watch movie. There’s a tickling scene, and Anti learns something new.


Warning: tickling, teasing, tickle fight, profanity

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anonymous asked:

i feel like today was a ; "too rough & i need some fluff"day. So could you maybe do a prompt?? The one where Stiles is colour blind and can't see Derek's Red Alpha eyes. But Derek doesn't know that so that causes sooo many misunderstandings. - just felt like i needed this today

I wrote this as fast as I could for you, nonnie (so I hope it doesn’t entirely suck). But I hope you are still up and awake to read it and that it makes you feel a little better anyway <3 *all the Sterek snuggles* 

“What do you mean I just asked him to marry me?” Stiles hisses, turning away from the seriously pissed looking werewolf.

“Dude, he flashed his eyes at you and you still approached him,” Scott says, eyes wide. “What did you think was going to happen during a pack recruitment ceremony?”

“I thought the point was to make friends!” Stiles yells, unable to help looking back at- Darren? Danny? Because in any other circumstances Stiles would be trying to convince- Darryl?- that letting Stiles climb him like a tree would be the best decision they would both ever make. Ever. “Wait, what do you mean he flashed his eyes? That doesn’t mean anything!”

“It does if he’s an Alpha.”


“But Alphas have red eyes…”


“But D- uh?”

“Derek,” says the- wow, Stiles really didn’t think it was possible for someone to look that pissed and blush at the same time. It’s kind of adorable, really.

Which. You know. Not helping.

“Right, Derek. Uh, thanks,” he says awkwardly, turning back to Scott. “Derek’s eyes aren’t red!”

“I’m right here you know.”

“Dude,” Scott says again, face serious as he takes hold of Stiles’ arm, turning him completely away from his apparent groom-to-be. Which is probably for the best because even though Stiles is aware he is freaking the fuck out right now, he can’t help but think Derek is kind of perfect. In a Carly Rae Jepsen crazy sort of way, maybe, but still perfect. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they-

“Look at me and tell me what colour my eyes are,” Scott says.

“What difference is that going to-” Scott’s eyes glow bright, cutting him off, and Stiles gulps.

Oh no.

“They’re a weird…beige colour?”

Scott sighs. “I knew taking that book from Deaton was a bad idea.”

Stiles frowns, realisation dawning on him a second later. Shit. The colour spell from this morning. “It was supposed to enhance my vision, not change it!” he cries. He had taken precautions, goddammit. Sure, it hadn’t been the easiest spell to start with and the book did kind of did state not to perform it alone, but Stiles had been so sure.

Well, fuck.

“Wait, does this mean you really didn’t mean to propose to me?” Derek asks then, his voice suddenly small, nervous.

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Guess who’s baaaaack!!
Camp was great and I met the cuuuuutest people ever!!!
But I missed you guys a lot haha so I’m happy to be home <3

Title: Coffee
Pairing: Winn Schott x reader
Summary: “she is also a programmer at CatCo and he falls in love with her cute and nerdy personality “
Word Count: 1,019
Warnings: food mention

Your name: submit What is this?

             "Morning Winn,“ you greeted cheerily, walking by his desk.

           Your voice causes Winn’s head to immediately snap up from the screen. His watches as walk to your desk, eyes completely trained on you before suddenly remembering your greeting to him earlier.

           "Oh, hey Y/N,” he stutters with a smile. He scrambles to his feet, leaning against your desk as you sit down. “How was your weekend?”

           "It was fantastic!“ you replied with a grin. "I caught up on my favorite TV show, and I got to upgrade my tech station at home so now it’s more energy efficient. I can also make popcorn from there now.”

           Winn’s eyes light up as you begin to talk tech, laughing at the popcorn part. Once again, he’s so engrossed that he doesn’t realize you’ve stopped talking until you begin to look at him strangely.

           "Winn,“ you say. "Winn, you okay?”

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‘Maybe prompt 37 where Barry is talking and rambling about something but reader just stares at him and??? dies a little inside like I do w/ grant
thanks !!’

word count: 835

You and Barry haven’t had a lot of time to get together and spend some alone time together, but when you get the chance, you like to savor every moment you have with your wonderful boyfriend. When you called Barry earlier as you were munching on popcorn while bingewatching Glee, again, you were ecstatic when you heard that he could finally go on a date. You two finally settled on a casual coffee date, and depending on Central City’s crime rate, a possible movie afterwards. So here you are, your head propped up against the palm of your hands, listening intently to Barry ramble non-stop about a recent metahuman, hands flying everywhere as he tries to explain his current situation. You nod everynow and then, but soon start to pay more attention towards the features on his face, from his eyebrows, to his nose, and the little dimple he gets when he cracks a smile at one of his science jokes. Paying halfway attention, you hum to let him know you’re paying attention, or trying to as you gaze at him with admire in your eyes. Barry truely was beautiful. He had dark, filled eyebrows, making you chuckle as you remember that you tried to pluck them once, and he gave in and let you, sitting on the sofa with a pout the whole time, whining like a child. He had long, thick eyelashes that you envied, and bright pink, soft yet lightly chapped lips that you love to kiss, watching now as they move up and down rapidly while he rants. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any better, your vision of sight moved slightly upwards, just above his cute nose, to a set of bright green emerald eyes. Part of you felt somewhat guilty, because you knew that once you looked into his eyes, you’d get lost in them, and wouldn’t pay attention to what he was saying. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind, focusing on the small gold specs being drowned in a sea of ocean blue and emerald colour. His eyes even had a hint of hazel, which skirted the green, making his eyes pop even more. You smile absentmindedly, not being able to help be trapped in his seemingly alive and bright orbs. You begin to snap out of it as you vaguely hear someone call your name, tapping on your hand lightly. You blink, mouth open as you blush, now focusing on Barry’s whole image, a smirk taking place on his face. “Sorry what? I was distracted by your eyes.” You admit, heat slowly creeping up to your face. Barry laughs, shaking his head in a joking manner. “I said, did you wanna head out to the movies now? Or do you want to watch my eyes forever?” Barry teases, and this time your lips curl upwards into a smug expression, folding your arms. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind that.” You joke, although both of you knew that you probably would if only you could. Barry stands up, throwing the plastic cups in the disposal before coming back, grabbing your purse and leading you out of Jitters. “What a gentleman.” You giggle, suddenly feeling Barry’s hand tug on your own, pulling you against his chest, your arms automatically raising up to wrap then around the nape of his neck, fingers playing with his soft hair. “As much as I find it charming that you want to stare into my eyes all day..” He starts, and you snort making him laugh, “You know what I could do all day?” He whispers, leaning in. You don’t answer, you just nod, leaning forward with him to connect your lips with his. A small, muffled grunt escapes his lips, and you smile into the passionate kiss, pulling him even closer if possible. His lips move with yours smoothly, as you’ve already done this a million times before, this kiss as magical as the first, shivers sent down your spine, Barry’s lips gently vibrating against your own. He pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. One hand leaves your waist to reach up and cup your face, pecking your lips twice. “I love you.” Barry whispers, looking down at you due to his height. “I love you too, Barr.” You smile, standing on your tip-toes to connect your lips with his once more. A small 'aww’ sound comes from beside you, and you notice an elderly couple sitting on a bench across from where you and Barry where standing, looking at you two humbly. “I remember when we used to do that.” The older woman smiles, and you blush, smiling back at her. “She’s a keeper, young man. That look you give eachother- that’s love. Don’t let that one go, boy.” The older man looks at Barry. Barry laughs, nodding excitedly before turning his gaze towards you, those beautiful eyes you fell in love with gazing into yours. “I won’t.” He whispers. You grin, staring into those beautiful emerald eyes.

GOT7 reacting to you (as gf) gaining weight

[A/N: thanks for 600 followers!! Honestly, you guys are wonderful 💗💗]

You’re watching a movie with [insert member name] at your apartment. He offers you popcorn and you say, “No thanks, I need to watch my weight.” He looks at you, confused. “I’ve gained like twelve pounds in the past week,” you explain.

Jaebum: His expression changes from confused to sad. He pulls you in closer and rests your head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about your weight, darling, you’re always perfect how you are.”

Mark: “Y/n? You know it’s not about the number on the scale, right? What you should worry about is whether or not you’re healthy, not how much you weigh.” He offers you popcorn again and this time, you accept.

Jackson: “You gained weight? Where? How can you say that? Have you seen my thighs?” You laugh softly and say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. But stop hating your thighs, Jackson, they look fine.” He replies, “You’re one to say that! Promise me you won’t worry about your weight ever again and I won’t say the word ‘thigh’ for the rest of my life.”

Jinyoung: After hearing your words, his eyes scan your body and he looks up to you again. “No matter what your weight is, you still are perfect, honey,” he says as he pulls you closer and kisses your cheek. “Weight is just a number.”

Youngjae: “So that’s why? Y/n, you’re already perfect; don’t worry about your weight. Remember that I will always love you no matter how you look or how much you weigh.” He strokes your hair and it seems as if he’s getting teary-eyed seeing you worried over your weight. 

Bambam: His expression remains confused for a bit, then it changes to a bit angry and maybe even disappointed. “Look at you! You shouldn’t be worried about anything; you’re still healthy. Repeat it after me, ‘I’m perfect no matter what my weight is’.” He tells you, “Tell yourself every morning and every night. I love you for who you are on the inside.”

Yugyeom: His eyebrows furrow and his expression turns serious. He scans your body to see proof of your words, but he doesn’t find much. “Y/n, promise me you won’t worry about anything like that again. I know you love food, so don’t refuse any. I’m always here for you and I always love you. Your weight doesn’t matter to me.”

A Lovely Night

Originally posted by vernybvitday

Pairing: Finn Hudson x Reader


Word count: 1.090

A/N: I had fun on writing this shot, also because I love Finn and Cory so much. I miss him so much and I know you also do. Anyways, hope that this is how you imagined the story and hope that you like it. I suggest you to listen to “A Lovely Night” by Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone, it is a song from the film La La Land, if you didn’t know.
Anyways, thank you for your request and hope to receive some soon. Enjoy!

- G. x

The sun was setting soon, but the school was still crowded. You thought that maybe it was because of the football team’s practice but you were still amazed of it.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice calling you and you were almost sure who it was. You smiled widely and turned your head to where that angelic voice came from.

“Finn!” You ran to him and you excitedly hugged him tightly. He just got out of the shower as his football practice just ended few minutes ago. You adored the scent of his perfume and he just laughed at your behaviour.

“You missed me so much, yeah?” He mocked you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Of course!” You broke the hug that you’ve been sharing and you winked at him. He smiled at you widely and got the backpack that was hanging on your right shoulder.

Finn was your best friend and you knew him since the day you became a cheerleader. You quickly clicked together and you had a great friendship going on. You can always count on him and he can always count on you, of course. He’s a gentleman, kind, caring, a little bit dorky and idiot sometimes, but those are the qualities you loved in him.

“So? What are we doing tonight?” He asked you as you both started to walk, heading to the parking lot.

“I have no idea. I am so tired because of the cheerios’ practice.” You looked at him and he bit his lip as if he was thinking of something you can both do.

You both remained silent for awhile, both thinking of a possible activity to do together. You suck at thinking though, because the more you think of something, the more you can’t find the right answers at the right moment.

You silently walked, just hearing the crowds chaos in the background and the starting tune of a familiar song to you.

“(Y/N)!” Finn excitedly shouted your name. You thanked him as you thought that something has already came in his mind.

“So?” You curiously asked.

“Hear that song they’re playing?” Finn widely smiled at you and you quickly understood what he wanted to do.

“No, just no.” You shook your head several times, but you knew that Finn always gets what he wants. He wanted you to sing with him in front of the crowd and you hated him for a short moment for that.

“C'mon!” He grabbed your hand and he ran near the girl who was playing the song that you both loved together.

“Finn!” You pouted but he just flashed you a sweet and lovely smile. You are a great singer, but you are always shy to sing in front of others and that is one of the things you hate in yourself. Also, because of your shyness, Finn couldn’t convince you to join the Glee club, where he was a member too.

“The sun is nearly gone,” Finn has started to sing, as he put down the backpacks on the bench. “no lights are turning on, a silver shine that stretches to the sea.” Finn has sung confidently. His voice was fantastic and he had a great talent. You admired him from afar as he performed for the crowd around him.

“He’s just so perfect.” You silently though to yourself.

“Some other girl and guy, would love this swirling sky. But there’s only you and I and we’ve got no shot. This could never be, you’re not the type for me,” He continued singing as the beat went on and you continued admiring your best friend.

You then stopped looking at him absent-mindedly when you felt that someone pulled your hand. It was obviously Finn, asking you to join him. You shook your head several times, but the crowd started cheering for you and you haven’t gotten any other chances to back yourself out.

“You say there’s nothing here? Well, let’s make something clear, I think I’ll be the one to make that call.” You sang shyly at first but then Finn smiled at you, as if he was saying that you were doing great. You suddenly gained a scrap of confidence and you started to not care of your surroundings anymore.

“What’s your call?” Finn asked as it was part of the song.

“I know you look so cute in your polyester suit.”

“It’s wool.” You smiled at him as you enjoyed this moment with him, not caring of what others might think.

You started to enjoy the song and you felt appreciated as you heard the crowd cheering happily and cheerfully for you and Finn. You loved the idea of singing your favourite song from your favourite movie, swaying your hips too.

“What a waste of a lovely night.” You both sang in unison and the instrumental part of the song came.

You and Finn danced like what the protagonists did in their film and you couldn’t deny that you both had fun.

When the song has stopped, the two of you earned some loud claps from the other students and you thank them endlessly.

“It was fun, right?” Finn mocked you as he was fixing the backpacks on the both of his shoulders.

“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes, but it was obvious that you had fun performing in front of the crowd.

“So, glee club it is?” He playfully made his eyebrows dance and you just shook your head.

“I’ll think of it.” His eyes widened because of euphoria and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Wait, talking of thinking something.” He quickly put on a serious expression on his face. “What are we doing tonight?”

“Oh,” Your lips grew wide as a great idea came through your mind. “La La Land and popcorn.”

“Again?” Finn complained as you both already saw the film for about hundred times.

“Then you shouldn’t have let me sing A Lovely Night.” You raised your shoulders as if you were saying that he had no choice. “You knew how much I loved that film.”

“Or maybe how much you loved Ryan Gosling?” Finn raised his left eyebrow, offended.

“Sorry, not sorry.” You gave him a teasing smile and he let a soft laugh escape from his lips.

He was happy to spend time with you, his beloved pretty and lovely best friend, even though it was watching the film La La Land for the hundredth time now.

Because with you, it was never a waste of a lovely night.

A Cup Of Sugar

Part 2 of the In A Hundred Universes series

A new guy moved in to Apartment 4B, and Kara is determined to get to know him… even if that means becoming a walking cliché… baking for him… asking for a cup of sugar… Whatever she has to do.

Human!Karamel Neighbor’s AU in which Kara has a huge crush on the Guy Next Door [and in which Kara is actually good at cooking…].

For Week Two of the Karamel Fanfiction Challenge. (sorry I’m late, but… it’s long, sooooo I hope you can forgive me)
Thanks to @bisexualkaramel for the awesome AU prompts!

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lighte01  asked:

Congrats on 1500 followers!! You deserve every single one ❤ 29 please!

Thanks so much @lighte01. You’re very sweet and you too Nonnie. There were quite a few requests for number 29 so I hope it meets up to expectations.

29.  Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when they are tired?

“Stop it Juggie, stop it.” She said through her laboured breathing.

“What?” he asks innocently before he does it again. She’s exhausted. Finals are coming up and she has been cramming like crazy the past few days. He had to practically drag her from her dorm room to come and see a movie with him. He reasoned that she needed to escape the confines of that room and her own expectations for one night. She had sighed heavily before shutting her laptop and letting him wrap his arms around her.

They had gone to the local cinema. She hadn’t visited much not during her first year of college when she was trying so hard to make a good first impression. He had on the other hand visited every chance he got taking on a much more relaxed approach to the first year of college in contrast to her.

He bent down to his popcorn box again picking up the pieces stuck to his tongue keeping a straight face as they tumbled back into the box, making Betty glad they weren’t sharing. It was silly she knew it was but she couldn’t help the laugh that was erupting from inside of her. Making it difficult to breath. Trying to catch her breath and just when she had managed to stifle her laugh to a giggle he would do it again, starting the loop all over again.

“Please - Juggie - I can’t - breathe.” She managed to get out and he relented putting the box down on the empty seat next to him. She took a deep breath again and managed to calm herself only slightly giggling again as she pictured his antics again in her mind. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her as close as the seats would allow and lent forward to steal a sip of her drink. “Hey,” she exclaimed pulling the drink away.

“Come on Betts. I’ll share my popcorn.”

“No way, Juggie.” A laugh starting to bubble up inside her again at the exagerated pout on his lips as she returned her cup to between them offering him the straw, he took a long sip before pressing a kiss to her cheek in thanks.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again Betts, even if I know it’s only because you are about to crash.”

She slapped him playfully on the chest, “Am not.”

She snuggled further against his chest as the lights dimmed in the theatre signalling the movie was about to start. He heard her chuckle at the ads playing on the screen before her breathing slowed and he looked down to see her eyes closed, glad that she had finally allowed herself a reprieve. He placed his lips gently against the top of her head, thankful that he was the one to give her some peace.

Preferences - Lazy Day

Angus “Mac” Macgyver - Board Games

Over the years you’d collected a stack of board games, ones from your childhood and others that were giving as gifts. You were the type of person that when the weather prohibited any outdoor activities or when the rain heavily fell down against the windows panels, you’d grab every board game and sit for hours playing with friends or family. This was a tradition that you carried even to this day. So the minute rain came pouring down, you begged Mac to indulge in the childhood memories each board game provided.

“How many do you actually have?”. Mac asked, holding two mugs of hot chocolate.

You stacked each game nearby the coffee table, “These are just some of my absolute favourites, there’s more at my parent’s house and in storage”. Mac kissed the top of your forehead and sat next to you, his legs spread out so you could easily slide in between them. Rubbing his hands together, he looked at the options. “What’s first?”.

Picking up the Jenga game, you prepared the blocks. “Let’s start with an easy game and work our way up”. Hitting Mac’s legs with enthusiasm, he started off, carefully removing a middle block.

“Keep those hands steady, Macgyver”.

He poked his tongue out, concentration written all over his face.

The game continued until both of you were neck and neck. Not one had knocked over the tower, despite a few shaky moments. You had just successfully placed another block on top, now it was Mac’s turn again.

He opted for the block on the left side, you bit your lip and watched as his fingers moved the block an inch, causing the structure of the tower to waver. Knowing that this could be the moment the Jenga tower collapsed, it shook, but remained steady. Scrunching your nose, a little idea crossed your mind.

Re-positioning yourself in Mac’s lap, your hand accidentally slipped gliding over his thigh. Mac’s breath hitched and the tower came crashing down. His hands quickly wrapped around you, “That was no accident”.

Shrugging it off as innocently as you could, “I told you to keep those hands steady”. Your straight face burst into a wide spread grin.

Mac shook his head and pointed to the fallen blocks. “I want a re-match, best out of three”.

As you reset the tower, since Mac lost it was now your turn to start this round. Thinking strategically which block would be the best one to move, Mac’s hands settled on your upper thigh. Giving him a “what you doing” expression.

“I’m just keeping my hands steady”. He cheekily added.

The two of you ended up playing Jenga for the entire night, and by the end it became Mac’s favourite board game.

Klaus Mikaelson - Painting

Klaus never liked lazy days. One way or another he’d find excuses to keep himself busy, fake a crisis or simply avoid them all together. But this time you were determined to get the hybrid to have at least one day of stress free fun.
You’d locked him out of his own room, not wanting to ruin the surprise. He was impatiently waiting outside, his shadow pacing past the door was a clear indication. Making sure it was all in order, you opened the door to show Klaus. As always his expression was unreadable.

“So what do you think?”. Clapping your hands together.

He looked before him, on the ground his paint supplies and two medium sized canvas. “The effort is lovely, I must say. But I’m not in the mood to sit and paint, love”. He went to turn, but you grabbed his shoulders and lead him to the middle of the room.

“Nope, you aren’t getting out of this. Even the great Klaus Mikaelson needs to relax, so because I know how much you love painting the two of us are going to paint a portrait of the other”.

You threw him a paint brush, which he swiftly caught. “Out all of the crazy ideas you’ve had, love, this one takes the cake”.

Flicking a bit of paint his way, he gave a stern look to which you smirked at. “Just shut the gorgeous mouth of yours and start painting”.

Amused, Klaus dipped his brush in paint and started creating soft strokes onto the blank canvas.

Time ticked on and an hour later the paintings were compete. Holding yours close to your chest, Klaus had shown you what he had artistically created and it was nothing short of beautiful. He had captured you perfectly and elegantly, even though you looked like a mess.

“I showed you mine love, now it’s your turn”.

Taking a deep breath, you went to flip but then retracted. “Whatever you do, don’t laugh”.

He put his hands up and crossed them over his heart as a promise. Turning the painting around, Klaus tried his best to prevent a grin. Your portatit showed Klaus as a stick figure with fangs and bright yellow eyes, with lots of trees as the background.

“Hey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh!”. Pouting, setting the painting down.
Klaus moved aside the supplies and knelt down in front of you. “It’s beautiful, love”.

“You’re such a liar”. Laughing. Pulling him down for a kiss, you sneakily smeared blue paint on his cheek, “See lazy days aren’t so bad”.

Earning a devilish smirk from Klaus, he lowered his finger in the red paint and drew a small love heart on your right cheek. “With you love, no they are not”.

Archie Andrews - Bathing/Shower

School was out, summer was in. That meant longer late nights coupled with warm sleep ins when morning rolled around.

You were currently enjoying the feeling of doing nothing at Archie’s place. His dad left for work not too long after you came, thus, the house was only occupied by you and Archie. He entered the room with a plate full of snacks, getting comfortable on the bean bag he grabbed the x-box controller.

While you tried to keep focus on the magazine article, but truthfully your eyes hadn’t left the bathroom, it was a clear view from where you were laying down on his bed. The day was awfully sticky and your body was dying for a way to cool off. Eying Archie getting rather into the game, it was going to take some serious persuasion to get his focus off of the TV screen and onto you.

Walking out of the room, Archie unsurprisingly obvious to your exit. You heard him shout “go left” and “No, wrong way” a few times. Taking the white, fluffy towel from the rack you wrapped it around your body tucking the end in so the towel would stay up.

Keeping the door slightly ajar, you fiddled with the water to adjust the temperature on the more cooler side. At this stage you weren’t concerting on Archie and if he’d paused the game to see why his shower was running. The water with your right hand, it was cool to the touch and felt very inviting.

Archie cleared his throat. “I seriously hope you were going to invite me to join?”.  Arms cross and chest puffed out, you dropped the towel.

“Why do you think I left the bathroom door open?”. Suggestive winking. “Get in Andrews”.

By the time Archie discarded every piece of clothing, you already let the water run down your body, providing a relief from the blistering weather.  Archie stepped in, hands sliding down your waist.

“I love summer break”. Giving your neck a quick kiss.

Running a hand down his chest, you stopped shy away from his 6-pack. “And the best part is, summer break has just begun”. Looking into his eyes.

He grabbed the soap and gentle let it glide all over your back, before his hands massaged the soapy studs not missing a single inch of skin.

Ray Palmer - Movie Marathon

“Ray, come on!. I want to start the movie already”. Yelling from the couch.
You heard footsteps and then Ray was in sight, holding an oversized bowl of popcorn and two large glasses of soft drink. Smiling in your direction, he set the snacks down and laid a deep blue blanket over your legs and his.

Pressing play on the remote, you nested into Ray’s embrace.

Today had been meeting after meeting at Palmer Tech to brief the board about the future of the company. While you were off saving the day at your job, Ray was saving the day in his blue and red superhero suit.

“This is nice, isn’t it?”. He muttered cheerfully.

“It would be, if I could hear what they were saying”.

Ray sensed your teasing tone, and because of that he threw a popcorn your way. Landing right in the center of your lap, it was a shame to let it go to waste so you popped it in your mouth. Letting the popcorn melt away.

Silence bestowed the living room for what wasn’t long enough, you could tell the movie wasn’t keeping Ray’s attention and truth to told yours too was starting to fade. Eyeing the bowl, that was now little under half empty, you let the popcorn fall through your fingers before catching one in the palm of your hand. Flinging it across, it hit Ray squarely on the forehead.

He turned, arched an eyebrow. “You, my beautiful girlfriend, just started a popcorn war”.

Within seconds, popcorn kennels flew it all directions. Some got tangled in your hair, others disappeared into the couch and the ones that weren’t in the bowl ended up covering the floor.

You laughed as Ray declared himself popcorn king, placing just one on his head, acting like a crown. “Now all shall bow to the popcorn king!”. He once again declared, putting on a ridiculous accent.

Sneakily you took the his “crown” and ate it, Ray gasped and his hands worked up and down your sides, knowing exactly where you were ticklish.

“You ate my crown, for that you must be punished”.

Laughing till tears rolled down your cheeks, you begged Ray to stop.

Settling down from the laughter, your gaze bore into Ray’s. “I’m sorry about eating your crown”. Tracing each individual button on his black, woolen sweater. “But they’re ways for you to reclaim another one”.

“Keep talking”. He responded, with a big ass goofy grin plastered on his face.

Not caring that popcorn was scattered everywhere, possibly even crunched against the couch and floor, you pulled Ray down to whisper in his ear. “How about I just show you”.

And it was a lazy day that both of you would remember for a long time.

Scott McCall - Cuddling

“No, don’t go”. Scott mumbled in your shoulder, feeling the movement of your body shift closer to the edge of his bed. His arms held on tighter, preventing any sort of escape.

It was a Saturday afternoon and with much delight his phone hadn’t been vibrating like crazy on his bed stand. So, taking time to yourselves doing something that required limited amount of non-body activity was the plan for today.

“But I have to go pee”. You explained to your cuddly boyfriend, who sighed in somewhat annoyance at the mere thought of detaching from your body warmth. Feeling his arms relax, you went into the bathroom and came back minutes later to find Scott staring at the ceiling.

Laying down beside him, the sound of a bird chirping and wind lightly rattling against the window brought an odd sense of calmness. Kissing the curve of his jaw, Scott’s hand brushed the side of your leg.

What you loved about Scott, was the ability to feel completely comfortable while with him. The two of you didn’t need to speak, the silence that loomed wasn’t one out of sheer awkwardness or because neither had nothing to say. Instead it was due to both loving each other’s company.

Besides touches said more than words sometimes could ever convey.

Feeling the tiredness kick in, you snuggled deeper into Scott’s side. His scent filling up your nostrils and making you smile. Finding a cosy position, you were about to close your eyes when Scott’s soft voice spoke.


“Yeah, Scott?”.

“I kinda now have to pee as well”.

Bursting in a heap of random laughter, you tangled your legs and watched Scott walk into the bathroom.

I actually liked this one better than the garlic bread popcorn! It’s so good, but it doesn’t have a strong pizza flavor. This has a very mild flavor, and it’s slightly spicy. I really liked this one and I’ll definitely be making this one again!

Pizza Popcorn
• 1 c. Air Popped Popcorn
• 1/8 tsp. Basil
• 1/8 tsp. Oregano
• ¼ tsp. Red Pepper Flakes
• 1/8 tsp. Garlic Salt
• 1 tsp. Parmesan Cheese
• I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter Spray
Servings: 1 Cup
Calories: 45, Fat: 2.3g, Carbs: 10.5, Sugar: 4.1g, Protein: 2.9g