sigh. look at your stupid face



  • Laughing 24/7 because this boy loves the sound of your laugh.
  • So many kisses, on your hands, thighs, cheeks, neck, collarbone, ect.
  • Skinship.
  • Him singing to your when cuddling.
  • Rubbing circles on your hip bone.
  • Playing with Snow/Snapchat filters.
  • Karaoke dates.
  • “You’re aren’t getting out of bed until i do so lay back down.”
  • Going on double dates with Chanyeol and his partner.
  • Beak being so excited to show you off to the world.
  • “This is my Jagi and i love them very much, i hope you will too.”
  • Him hiding his face in your neck when he’s upset or sad.
  • Petting his hair and telling him that everything will be alright.
  • Running around the house because Baekhyung wants  kiss but you wanna play hard to get.
  • Stupid arguments about small things.
  • “Jagi you’re doing it wrong.”
  • Loud ass sighing coming from him because you are mad at him and ignoring him, but then you’ll get annoyed and forgive him.
  • Him looking at you with the biggest heart eyes ever.
  • You memorizing all of EXO’s songs and him being so proud of you.
  • Singing with him all the time.
  • Silly snapchats.
  • Him calling you and the two of you ending up falling asleep on the phone.
  • His family loving you more than him.
  • Purposely making him jealous because you love the cute little pouts he flashes you.
  • Him wanting you to go to the gym with him as “motivation” but really just uses that time to show off his strength to you.
  • Asking him to taste things you have cooked and him saying it’s the best thing he’s eaten even though you know it’s pretty bad.
  • Matching EVERYTHING.
  •  Him waking you up early because he got up early and gets bored when alone.
  • Having to try on a whole bunch of lingerie because he buys them for you.
  • Him letting you braid his hair and do his make up.
  • “Don’t i look pretty jagi?”
  • Owning a couple pets together and end up calling them “kids”.
  • Playing so much video games together and trying anything to win them.
  • Having a score board in your living room recording everything you had won and everything he had won, because he’s competitive.
  • Hiding the hickies he leaves all over.
  • So much teasing.
  • Forcing Baek to wipe off his makeup when tired. 
  • Going on cheesy cute romantic dates.
  • Him going on and on about his day before going to sleep knowing that used probably go to sleep mid conversation.
  • Smiley Baekhyung.
  • The other members loving ho nice you are to them.
  • Over all a sweet little (kinky) fluff ball that must be protected 100% of the time.

Don’t you just love Baek :’)


Thanks For Telling Me

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “She has porn on there. Lots and lots of porn.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @letsgetyourdeanon

Dude!“ Dean shouts speed walking into the library.

“Yeah?” Sam answers without looking up from his book.

Dean plops down next to him and moves in close causing Sam to move back.

“What the hell?” Sam frowns.

“I just used Y/N’s computer.” Dean says with a huge smile.

“Dean. I don’t have the energy to deal with your stupid shit today.”

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Rainy Days

Request:  I looove your blog!!! Please can I request 38 and 70 from the prompt list with peter Parker? Don’t worry if you don’t want to though 😘 love you xxx

38.  “I like your laugh.”

70.  “You’re warm.”

Peter Parker x Reader

Send in prompts from this list!

Originally posted by manny-mellark

The sound of pitter-pattering on the roof of the library filled my ears. I looked up and peered through the window in front of me. I sighed when I was faced with heavy rain pouring from the sky. Bending down and opening my bag, I rummaged through it to find my umbrella. I groaned when I realized that I had left it at home.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I thought to myself. 

I finished up the last of my schoolwork before I made my way out of the library. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I speed-dialed my boyfriend, Peter. The phone rang a few times before it dropped. I redialed a few more times before surrendering to the thought that Peter wouldn’t be able to save me from the rain. I tugged my jacket on and made sure nothing in my bag was going to get drenched. Praying for the best, I fought my way through the wind and rain.

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TianShan Week Day 4: ‘Shield’
Guan Shan has a penchant for trouble but luckily, He Tian reckons him pretty enough to warrant his protection.

He Tian breathed out an angry sigh as he ran his hands through his hair. Guan Shan was squatting on the ground beside him, kneeling against a building.

“First that stupid shit with She Li, and now you try to get into a fight with Dun Bing? He’s twice your size, you fucking idiot.”

Guan Shan scoffed, looking offended. “I didn’t try to get into a fight with him! He bumped into me!”

“So you thought you’d glare at him? You know you have an annoying face that practically begs for a punch.”

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The Soulmate Series: Heechul

This is an incredibly lame oneshot, but yeah, It’s two AM over here, and I’m procrastinating by writing instead of paying atention to  the pile of antropology notes I should be reading. Let me know if you like it and I’ll do another one! DISCLAIMER: Since this has not been proof read and my brain is currently fried, there might be mistakes. Sorry ‘bout that. (Heechul is getting the first one because he’s Heechul and I love him, Nuff said.)

Originally posted by parkjngsoo

You stared at your face in the mirror, trying to will the big cut on your cheek, right under your eye to disappear. You pouted and sighed for the tenth time in ten minutes. You were going to have to go to school looking like that, since you couldn’t use makeup to cover it, it was far too big and puffy to hide it.

“Stupid soulmate, what did you do to injure yourself like this?” you muttered under your breathe. You wouldn’t be able to get an answer any time soon, but you hoped he was okay.


Heechul was laying down on a couch backstage when the rest of them poured in.

“Are you okay, hyung? What happened?” Siwon asked, instantly going to him.

“Ledboardhurtlikeabitch.” Heechul said, trying not to move his face too much, since that only made the cut hurt worse. Siwon looked to the manager to try and get an answer.

“Someone threw a LED board at Heechul’s face. Luckily, it hit right under his eye. It could’ve been really bad if it hit two centimetres up.” The manager explained, and Heechul pointed a finger in his direction, as if to say that was it.

“M’soulmate’s going to hate me” He breathed out, and Kyuhyun snorted.

“She already went through a fractured leg and a metal rod, hyung, this is a walk in the park for her”

Heechul rolled his eyes, and moaned out loud when it made his cheek throb.


He instantly knew something wasn’t right the second he woke up gasping for air. Leeteuk instantly woke up as well, hearing the pained scream Heechul emitted, and flew to his side.

“What is it, Chul, what’s wrong?” He asked desperately as he grabbed the phone to call the manager.

“Soulmate, hurt” Heechul gasped. “Can’t breathe” He grabbed his throat, feeling more and more lightheaded.

He could faintly hear Leeteuk desperately talking to someone on the phone, trying to get help, but the only thing he could do is try to get air into his lungs, not that it was working, and worry about his soulmate. Was she okay? Why couldn’t she breathe? Why wasn’t anyone helping her breathe?

Multiple hurried steps and loud, frantic voices could be heard, he thought he could recognise Kangin and Kyuhyun, and maybe Yesung, or was that Ryeowook? He couldn’t really tell, too far gone, too little oxygen making it to his lungs.

Suddenly, he grasped the right side of his face, still trying to breathe, as a sharp pain erupted all over it. Someone was trying to pry his hands away from his face, and he allowed them to, his strength starting to abandon him.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, he suddenly could breathe again, and he did so in shaky gasps, trying to breathe in all the oxygen he could, face stinging and lungs burning.

“Heechul! Heechul, are you alright?” When he could finally breathe at a somewhat normal pace, and wasn’t feeling as lightheaded as before, he opened his eyes and angled his face a little to the side, finding Leeteuk’s worried face staring back, and he could see a teary-eyed Ryeowook standing behind him.

“Soulmate couldn’t breathe, something’s wrong with her.” He whispered, throat still burning from the effort and the swell that was slowly going away. “My face hurts”

“You have a really, really big bruise on your cheek.” Kangin said, as he and the manager helped him up, and back in the bed. “It’s getting a really ugly shade of purple, I bet it’s going to hurt like a bitch when you wake up tomorrow.”


You were making your way down the hotel hallway. Your parents had left on an excursion, but you didn’t feel like getting stared at because of the huge bruise on the side of your face. You contemplated what to do, not wanting to spend the afternoon locked inside your room, finally deciding to go to the roof.

You sat on the roof for hours, humming a random melody and staring at the clouds as they made their way through the sunny sky, but turned around when you heard the roof door open, jumping a little from the shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t know there was someone up here already” a male voice said, and you turned around to find a tall stranger wearing sunglasses and a surgical mask standing there, frozen.

“It’s okay, I should be leaving anyway” You smiled a little, careful of your bruise, and got up. You were passing next to him when he grabbed your wrist.

“Are you okay now?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, puzzled.

“You couldn’t breathe last night. Are you okay now?” He said softly, your eyes widening as you suddenly understood, turning to face him, watching as he removed his mask and sunglasses, revealing an extremely handsome face that had a bruise that looked an exact copy of yours.

You stood there frozen as he stepped closer to you, softly grabbing your face.

“You look beautiful even with that ugly bruise. Are you okay now?” He caressed the skin of your cheek, and your heart jumped.

“Yes.” You hesitantly brought a hand to his face and caressed the soft skin as well.

Then he suddenly hugged you, tightly, warmly and lovingly, sighing.

“What happened?” He whispered in your ear, his breathe making you tremble.

“Anaphylactic shock. I’m allergic to cinnamon. Fainted and hit my face on the table. My dad found my epipen and everything’s okay now.” You simply explained.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. My beautiful soulmate.”

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anonymous asked:

since we've been on daddy harry.Maybe it's the first time things have started to get heated between the two of you since you've brought your little babe home and things are going great until h begins to remove your shirt and you just burst into tears and he is so confused and sad bc he doesn't know what's wrong "wha's d'mutta luv? why y'cryin?" and you know it's silly but you're upset bc your worried once he sees you're post baby belly he won't find you as attractive and he'd be so supportive😭

“Heyyy, hey.” He sits up, a worried look on his face. “What’s happening?”

You let out a sigh. You feel so stupid for all of this, but you can’t help it. “Harry I…. don’t look at me.”

“M'lookin at you right now, silly girl. What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“My stomach… its….” You sigh. “It’s not like it was.”

He smiles reassuringly, brushing your hair off of your head. “Love I’ve seen it since the birth. It looks fine.”

“Yeah but not in… this setting. It’s not sexy anymore, Harry. It’s bad. It’s flabby, and I’m trying really hard but…” You don’t even finish your sentence. You reach up to wipe a tear away and Harry takes your hand.

“Love. Look at me.” When you meet his eyes he’s got the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “Don’t talk about yourself that way, hm? This stomach…” He lifts up your shirt and presses the gentlest kiss to your bellybutton. “So pretty. In fact, prettiest tummy I’ve ever seen.” He continues to pepper little kisses across it between sentences. “It’s so beautiful. Carried our baby in it for nine months, and yet you’re being so mean to it. S'not nice. It’s trying its hardest, you know.”

You smile, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his curls while he continues to kiss. “I love you,” you say softly.

He presses another long, lingering kiss to your bellybutton and smiles up at you. “I love you, too. And I love this tummy. And so did our baby. It was her home. And if she’s anything like her mummy, it was probably a very peaceful, beautiful, and wonderful space for her.” You giggle and his nose crinkles at the sound. “And now, its empty. And still just as pretty as ever, hm?”

Blind Date

Member: Wonwoo
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3322

(A/N: This isn’t exactly like the request, but I got really excited and carried away with it, so please forgive me)

“I don’t need a boyfriend.” you stated, looking down at the paper coffee cup in your hands.

“You know that’s a lie.” your best friend said, laughing and leaning back in her chair. Of course, she was absolutely right, but you didn’t want her to know that. She had been trying to convince you to let her set you up on a blind date for a few days now, and it was starting to get tiring refusing her.

“Who would you even set me up with?” you asked.

“It wouldn’t be a blind date if I told you, now would it?” she sighed, looking at you like you were stupid. You just made a face at her and looked back at your teacup. “It wouldn’t be that bad. The guy I had in mind already said that he was willing to let me set him up with someone.”

“Really?” you said, your head snapping up.

“I knew you were interesteeed!” your friend squealed, bouncing up and down in her seat. Damn it. You didn’t want to give her this satisfaction, but you couldn’t deny that your interest was at least a little piqued.

“…So what were you planning?” you sighed, finally giving in.

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Pairing: Josh Pieters X Reader

Request: No

Fandom: Buttercream squad

Prompt: I felt like writing Christmas fluff

“Why are you so nervous, (Y/N), we have this YouTube Christmas party thing every single year.” Your best friend and flatmate Conor asked with a knowing look on his face. Blushing you finished off your makeup sat at the foot of his bed as he looked through his Christmas jumpers. 

“Since me, you and Jack made that stupid deal when we were drunk, I can’t believe you’re sticking to it.” You sighed, Jack and Conor had made a deal with you that you would kiss Josh by the end of the party or you’d have to let them pick your videos every week for a month, no exceptions.  

“We’re doing you a favour, you’ve liked him since you moved here like two years ago, and even before that when he flew over from South Africa. (Y/N), it’s been years.” Conor prompted you. 

Nodding to yourself you picked up the outfit and headed to your own room to change and mentally prepare yourself not to word vomit when you saw Josh tonight since he’d just gotten home from South Africa, he decided to visit early this year to have Christmas at home then come back to spend Christmas with you, Jack and Conor. 

Pulling on the baggy ‘KISS ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE’ black jumper, black skirt and small heeled boots you smiled to yourself in the mirror. Packing your bag with your phone, emergency lip gloss and mints. 

“Knock knock, I come bearing alcohol.” You heard Jack say from the other side of your door, smiling at him you let him in and sat down with him on your bed. 

“So?” He asked as you sipped the vodka and coke he handed you, a blush rushing to your cheeks. 

“What?” You asked innocently, making him roll his eyes. 

“You gonna kiss him?” He asked, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, before nodding.

 “Yeah, I am but like what if he doesn’t kiss me back or anything and I ruin Christmas tomorrow because it’s all awkward.” You sighed, overthinking had always been one of your worst traits. 

“Well, that isn’t going to happen. Trust me, Josh wouldn’t be a dick about this (Y/N).” Jack said, you nodded again before Conor came to tell you both the taxi was here. 

“Down that and grab your bag.” Jack winked, pulling a santa hat onto his head. 

“Bet the girls love that.” You laughed, walking with him to the taxi. 

“It’s how Jack gets the girls, dresses up as sexy santa.” Conor laughed making you all laugh. 

Shortly after you all arrived at the location of the party; Oli’s house. You piled out of the taxi and into his apartment, music was blasting and everyone looked super festive. 

“Josh here yet?” Conor asked Oli as he welcomed you in.

“Don’t think so mate, think he said something about dropping off his bags before getting here.” Oli shouted over the loud music. 

You danced to the music, drank, ate and had a laugh with everyone there as the night progressed. Conor and Joe were planning a video together and Jack was with Oli trying to open a bottle of goodness knows what, so you decided to finally go pee. The bathroom half muted the songs and left you alone to take everything in for a minute, you pulled out your phone and checked Josh’s twitter. 


He tweeted that 10 minutes ago, so he really should be here now, you began to worry you wouldn’t get your chance before someone knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Just a minute!” You shouted, cleaning yourself up and checking the mirror before opening the door. 

“I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to take that long-” You began before you scanned the tall figure, with the ginger hair and kind eyes. “Josh!” You squealed, hugging him as he laughed. 

“Hey, (Y/N), how are you?” He asked, you nodded pulling back. 

“I’m good, so good. How are you? How was South Africa?!” You asked, you couldn’t be any happier that he was back home. 

“Home was nice, I like little breaks of family time because it makes it really special whenever I see them again. I miss them so much sometimes but when I’m away I miss London and you guys.” He smiled, you’d settled on the couch. 

“I get what you mean, it’s just good to have you back.” You smiled, he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close. 

“Oh, I almost forgot! I got you something from home.” Josh said, pulling a small, blue velvet bag out from his pocket. 

“Josh, Christmas isn’t until tomorrow!” You objected, but he handed it to you anyway. 

“This isn’t for Christmas.” He smiled, you curiously opened the little bag to reveal a silver necklace with a crescent moon charm. 

“Just for when I go away, I thought it would be nice since my mum always said we’re never apart because we both look at the same moon. It’s the same with you, (Y/N), we’re never apart because we always look at the same moon.” He said, you wiped away happy tears as he began to lean in, you closed the gap between you both and kissed him softly. 

“Well, looks like we didn’t need to buy mistletoe.” Jack said, making you laugh. 

Solicited Advice

Ships: Markjin w/ side Jackbum

Genre: Fluff, Laughs

Word count: 1,385

Prompt: Jinyoung and Mark are having a small problem in their intimate life so they go asking the model couple, JB and Jackson, how best to approach it.

A/N: In which it becomes too obvious that I’ve been reading a ton of bottom!Mark fics lately. SEND ME YOUR PROMPTS AND SCENARIOS AND I’LL WRITE ‘EM!

Jinyoung was leaning up against the door of JB’s room, his arms crossed over his chest.  “I need to ask some advice,” he said, pushing his thick glasses up on his face and nervously turning an apple over in his hand.

JB didn’t raise his eyes from his book.  “Yes, those pants look stupid.”

Jinyoung’s shoulders dropped.  “What’s wrong with…” he looked down for a minute before sighing.  “Forget it.  I wanted to know… how you… deal with Jackson.”

“I remind him that my birthday is-“ JB started.

“In the bedroom,” Jinyoung sputtered out.

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4 times barry asked julian for help and the one time he didn’t

Or, Barry has a stupid crush on Julian and doesn’t know how to say it.

i don’t even have an excuse for this


Barry Allen walks in the lab with a face Julian knows too well. His hands are on his head, his hair looks messy as if he touched it too many times and he sighs before closing the door behind him. He’s stressed.

“I need your help,” Barry starts.

He knew it. Julian doesn’t stop working, reading the files because unlike Barry he does his job at investigating what happens with the metahumans, but nods to let Barry know he’s paying attention. Barry sighs.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I just nodded, Mr. Allen. Wasn’t that enough?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever — listen, would you say a road trip is the best way to bond with family? Like… is it better to do that or go bowling?”

That makes Julian look up to Barry, who looks a hundred percent sincere. Julian’s eyebrows shoot up, and as he carefully closes his folder, he says, “Those are two very different options.”

“Yeah, well, I tried dinner and it didn’t really work out,” Barry says, and he looks very tired. Maybe this family business is tiring him out. Not that he cares.

“I don’t think bowling is a good idea. They could kill each other with the bowling ball.”

“Are you serious?” Barry asks with disbelief, but for a second, it looks like the idea hits him and he nods. “So, a road trip?”

“Depends on where you’re going.”

Barry groans. “But is it a good idea?”

“I don’t know, Allen — do you think this is a good idea?”

“Not sure. That’s why I’m asking you, but it seems that I shouldn’t have.”

Julian sighs.

“Just take them to a calm place so you can all chat. Make sure the road trip it’s not too long or it gets awkward.”

Barry’s smile lights up his entire face. He looks ready to shake his hand, but instead he rubs them together and giggles a bit. He’s a child. “Thank you!”

Julian shrugs, opening his folder again.

Barry is still standing there.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need anything else?” asks Julian, quirking his eyebrow.

“Uh, no, yeah — I’m going.”

He closes the door on his way out and Julian gets back to work. That was weird.


“Hey, Julian—”

It’s not like he’s in a bad mood. He’s not. He’s just in a bad mood for Barry Allen. The sun is shining and it’s awfully hot, his clothes are not really for being outside—they’re always a bit too warm to wear outside. He had just wanted to come out, take his samples and go away back to the lab to resolve the case.

Of course, Barry Allen has to say something.

“What is it?” he asks. Barry frowns.

“Don’t need to act like that, Jesus.”

“Get to the point, Allen.”

“I was just wondering—”

Here we go again.

“—would you keep a secret from someone if it’s for their good?”

Okay, that was unexpected.

Julian turns around to look at Barry, frowning. Was he serious?

“Why are you questioning my morals?”

Barry shrugs, “It’s — it’s just a question, really. Nothing else.”

He’s up to do something, but the thing is, Julian can’t figure out if it’s good or bad. Bloody Barry Allen, so hard to read.

“If it’s to protect them, then yes, I would.” Julian stops for a second, eyeing Barry up and down. He seems uncomfortable.

“W-what are you looking at?”

“Just wondering why the sudden deep question. Didn’t think you had a deep side.”

“I hate you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” Julian is not looking at him anymore, but he can almost see Barry rolling his eyes. He’s so predictable, it’s funny.

A few seconds pass while Barry is quiet, observing the samples they got until he speaks up again. “I know this might sound weird…”

“What is it now, Allen?”

Now he sees Barry rolling his eyes.

“Just wanted to thank you for your help with the family thing the other day.”

“Oh.” Did Barry Allen just thank him? He pretends to not be shocked, but it’s weird to hear him say thank you with such a sincere tone. “You’re welcome.”

That got awkward too quick. Julian gathers his stuff and leaves, Barry following him behind.


“Spit it out,” Julian says the moment Barry walks in rubbing his hands together. He has a pattern so easy to follow, Julian knows he’s about to ask something.

Barry looks surprised, but quickly composes himself. “We were assigned for a case and we need to go to the museum. Undercover mission or something. We’re looking for metahuman activity there.”

Julian waits for the part where he asks something incredibly weird.

“Do you want to be my partner?” Barry asks. Julian doesn’t have a moment to react,  because Barry follows it with, “I know that sounded weird but listen, it’ll be easier if we just go together and come back so we can study—or you can—study any sample if we get metahuman activity—”

“Are you done?”


“Let’s get going then.”


Detective West joins them, alongside Cisco and Caitlin. They’re all dispersed across the building; Julian is stuck with Barry while Joe is making small chat with a tour guide.

“So why the museum?”

“Metahumans are greedy,” Barry replies, “they’re always trying to steal something. Cisco and Caitlin said there might be something going on here so we’re on a watch for them.”

Julian is about to speak again, he’s about to ask if they know who they’re looking for when Barry suddenly lunges forward, grabs him by his arm and links it with his own.

A young woman passes in front of them with a smile. “Is there anything you’re interested in seeing?”

Just when Julian is about to force himself out of Barry’s grip, Barry tightens it, so Julian gives up trying to escape it. He sees as Barry puts up a big smile, so Julian puts up his best fake smile.

Barry is really warm.

“No, my boyfriend and I — we’re just browsing around. He’s from London and this is his first time visiting the museum so I’m showing him my favorite expositions.”

The woman nods. “Have a lovely night, then. Welcome to Central City, sir.”

“Thank you,” Julian says, a bit confused.

The moment she leaves, Barry turns around and says, “Don’t be mad. I promise I was about to ask you if you were willing to put up an act with me but I forgot.”

Julian sighs, too defeated to even fight. “Why the boyfriend act?”

“We can’t tell them we’re from the CCPD. It might cause us some trouble. Are you mad? Not that I care, but it’s easier to work with you when you’re not grumpy.”

“I’m not. Also, I’m from Epsom, not London.”

“Got it.”

Barry finally releases the grip he has on his arm, and Julian wonders if he’s actually missing his warmth.


Barry looks like he wants to ask him something. Julian has been ready for whatever stupid question Barry has because apparently he asking Julian things has become a thing now, but at the last second he backs off.

He’s gathering his stuff at the lab when Barry comes in, even though he had left an hour ago. Julian doesn’t even have a chance to ask him what he’s doing there when Barry blurts out, “Do you want to get a coffee with me?”



“What?” Julian finally asks out loud, dumbfounded.

“Do you want to get a coffee with me? At Jitters? I pay,” Barry looks at him with a tentative smile, which is new, because they don’t smile at each other too often.

“…Are you serious?”

“I am. You can say no—”


“—wait, really?”

“Why not?” Julian shrugs, “You’re paying. I don’t have much to lose.”

The way Barry lights up is, dare he say it, cute. “That’s — that’s great! Uh, we’re going now?”


“Are you actually serious about this?”

“I am, Barry.”

Barry looks shocked that he actually called him by his name and not his last name.

“Okay, okay, cool — let’s get going then.”

There’s still a lot that Julian doesn’t know about Barry. There are still things he doesn’t trust about him.

But coffee with a cute guy didn’t sound that bad.

I Say Stupid Things Around Pretty Girls - M.C.

Summary: Michael meets a fan outside a show.

Pairing: Michael x Female Reader

- - - 

Y/N was lost, walking aimlessly around the venue trying to find the entrance when she bumped into a tall figure. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Y/N apologized, looking up at the stranger only to realize holy fuck I just bumped into Michael Clifford. “I- I- um,” Michael stammered, eyes going wide as they landed on Y/N. “The sorry’s all mine!”

“The sorry’s all mine?” Y/N repeated, giggling slightly. Michael sighed and shook his head, a small smile working its way onto his face. “I’m sorry, I say stupid things around pretty girls,” Michael explained, his smile fading into a cheeky smirk. Y/N’s face turned beet red. Michael Clifford just called me pretty?

“What’s your name?” Michael asked, intrigued by the shorter girl in front of him. “Y/N,” she greeted, voice trembling as she shook Michael’s extended hand.

“Are you here for the show, Y/N?” He asked again. Y/N nodded. “I’m lost, I was trying to find the entrance.”

Michael chuckled and went silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. “That’s what I’m trying to find, too,” He commented, looking at Y/N with a sweet smile. “Wanna go for a walk?”


“I’d love to,” Y/N grinned, linking arms with Michael and walking in the direction she was originally headed.

When the show started, Y/N found her seat a few rows back from the stage, right in the middle. Before they bounced into She’s Kinda Hot, Michael got the opportunity to speak into the microphone.

“This song goes out to that pretty girl Y/N I had the privilege of talking to just before the show. The sorry’s all mine, baby girl.”


Requested Anonymously (by someone who loves Classic Who SO MUCH. I love it too, flubble. Make as many Classic Who requests as you want.)

“I know the child’s a mathematic genius,” you sighed as you flopped face-down onto the Doctor’s bed, “but for a genius, he’s really stupid.”

The Doctor, who was already tucked into bed and had been reading avidly, looked at you over the tops of his half-moon glasses.

“Adric being troublesome again?” he guessed, giving you a sympathetic look. Although, you couldn’t see it, what with your face being completely immersed in the fluff of a down comforter.

“Yessss,” you hissed, your voice muffled by thick fabric. You lifted your head to look at the Doctor. “He’s- he’s supposed to be a genius, and I know he is because he can recite the digits of pi to the whatevereth decimal, but he’s such a teenager. So he’s a genius teenager, which makes him ten times as difficult because he’s rebellious and smug about it because he knows he’s smarter than me.”

The Doctor chuckled and reached out to tap your nose teasingly. “Only at maths, my dearest. You are wiser by far.”

You only frowned at him. The Doctor shut his book, set it on his nightstand along with his spectacles, and pulled back the covers on the bed.

“Come on,” he said, offering you a beckoning smile. “Might as well get in bed so you can complain and be warm at the same time.”

“I’m not complaining,” you grumbled. “I’m venting. There’s a difference.”

“Yes, dearest.”

You crawled under the covers and the Doctor immediately pulled you close to him. He placed a kiss on your neck, the traced his lips against the line of your jaw.

“You’re cute when you’re venting,” he murmured.

“Oh?” You scoffed. “And here, I was wondering why you put up with me.”

“Being married to you has its perks,” the Doctor admitted.

“Does it, really?” you deadpanned.

“Mm-hmm.” The kissed and pulled back so quickly that you didn’t even get the chance to catch his lips. “Yes, in fact, married to you, I have-“ kiss ”-an absolutely beautiful-“ kiss ”-kind-“ kiss ”-clever wife, who’s cute when she vents, and who wears the most adorable pajamas, have I ever said that?”

“That you think my pajamas are adorable? No.”

The Doctor let out a burst of giggles against your skin and you smiled to yourself. You reached up and threaded your fingers through his cornsilk hair, wondering at its softness. He shook with mirth even as he dotted your shoulder with kisses.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” you told him, and the Doctor laughed again, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Glad to know I’m an acceptable husband.”


Movie Night - Alex Summers x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “Yes I’m jealous!”

Warnings: mild mention of sex and that’s about it

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

It was a Saturday night and you were cuddled up into your boyfriend Alex’s side. You finally convinced him to watch your favorite movie with you. Breakfast at Tiffany’s played on the screen as you watched with a smile on your face. It was the final scene where they were kissing in the rain and your heart swelled up inside. “He’s so perfect. They’re adorable together.” You sighed. When your boyfriend didn’t respond, you looked over at him. He was frowning and you saw his jaw slightly clenching.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just sorry I’m not a perfect boyfriend.” He said in an annoyed tone, causing you to laugh.

“Are you seriously jealous of an actor that I used to have a crush on?”

“No. That would be stupid.” He replied.

You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “You so are! Admit it.” You giggled.

He said nothing so you started jabbing him in the side with your finger. “Say it, babe.”

Fed up with your poking, he scooted away. “Fine! Yes I’m jealous. Just stop doing that!”  

You scooted over to him before lying an arm over his waist. You laid your head on his shoulder and gave him a huge squeeze.

“Don’t ever be jealous, Alex. I’m serious. You’re a complete sweetheart and I wouldn’t want anyone else…ever.” You kissed his cheek and down his jaw before moving on to his neck. “You’re also the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I’m the only sex you’ve ever had.”

You laughed against his skin and continued showering him with kisses. “That doesn’t change anything. I love you.”

He finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “I love you too.” He kissed you back and the two of you became lost in one another, the movie forgotten.

Imagine Raphael saving and helping you

Originally posted by thescorpion-queen

Raphael sighed at he saw your unconscious body laying in front of him.
“Dios, of all places to fall unconditional you chose outside the hotel? You are stupid.” He slid his arms under you before lifting you effortlessly.

You stirred with a groan. “Easy, you’ve got a nasty bump on your head.” You heard Raphael say.
You slowly looked around with a wince. “Where are we?”
“Camille’s home, she isn’t here and won’t be back for a while. She’ll never know. You need to get some rest.“
Raphael brushed his fingers over your face softly, smoothing your hair from your face.
You looked ready to cry but the gesture comforted you greatly and your eyes fluttered shut.



Logan carried you into the mansion as quick as he could. When you were inside, he set you down on a couch and immediately started muttering to himself. You had a large gash on your leg which was the result of your interaction with Sabertooth. 

“It’s all my fault, I should have been watching out,” he mumbled as he passed in front of you.

“Logan, please, it’s not your fault,” you spoke up. “I was stupid for thinking that I could take him.”

“No! Look at you! You’re losing blood like crazy! I should’ve had your back!”

“Everything is going to be fine, I promise you, you didn’t have anything to do with this,” you assured him. “This was all my doing.”

Logan sighed and knelt down beside you on the couch. You put your hand on the side of his face and smiled. “Please, go lay down and have a rest,” you ordered. “When you wake up I’ll be fine, okay?”

“You better keep to that,” he told you as he got up and left the room so you could get healed.

Moments during the Mikaelson Ball {TVD Preference}



You’d only came to this stupid ball because Caroline wanted you to. You knew why she wanted you to come; Damon was there. The eldest Salvatore had been trying to talk to you for the past two days but you’d been ignoring him. It was over something stupid, the fight, but still, you were angry.

“Just come on.” Caroline grinned as she pulled you towards the doors. You sighed and allowed her to drag you inside, “You’re going to have to face him sooner or later.”

Your eyes landed on him as soon as you walked in, “Car, please, don’t leave me.”

“Oh, what’s that?” She asked as she released your hand, “I think Stefan needs my help!” She smirked before walking away.

You swallowed nervously as Damon walked towards you, “You look… beautiful.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him. He held out his hand, “Do you want to dance?” He asked you, “Just one dance and then if you don’t want to see me after that, I’ll go.”

You stared at his hand, “One dance won’t kill me, will it?” You sighed in defeat as you took his awaiting hand, “This better be the best dance of my life.” Damon grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. Things would be okay.


Klaus really hadn’t expected you to turn up. He had sent you an invite but you’d spoken, many times, about your obvious distaste for the hybrid, “Oh, Nik, there’s your little lover.” Rebekah smirked, pointing to the entrance when you had just walked in.

Klaus turned, immediately his face conformed to one of wonder and awe. It was like in one of those romance movies. You glanced through the crowd of people, eyes meeting his in the middle. A blush crept up your cheeks as you gave him a warm smile.

You found yourself walking towards him, “Hi.” You said lamely,

He bowed his head, “Love, you look divine; absolutely beautiful.” Maybe he was better than you thought.


“So, why am I here again?” You asked Rebekah. You’d recently moved to Mystic Falls and had found a friend in Rebekah Mikaelson.

The blonde smirked, “Because there’s someone that I want you to meet.”

“And who’s that?”

“Here he is now.” She grinned, “Kol!” He turned and smiled at Rebekah and you, “This is (y/n), the girl I was telling you about. (y/n), this is Kol; my brother.”

“Brother?” You asked Rebekah.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Rebekah smirked.

Kol extended his hand and with a nervous smile, you accepted. With a soft touch, he kissed your hand, “It’s wonderful to meet you, (y/n). Bekah’s told me so much about you.” All you managed was a breathy laugh and a small smile as he smiled at you.


“This dress is suffocating me,” You complained to Matt, “and these heels? Oh my god.”

Matt rolled his eyes, “Let’s dance.” He stopped you from refusing, “It’ll take your mind off of how uncomfortable you are.”

You sighed, “Fine… But I don’t know how to dance.”

“Neither do I.” He grinned before leading you onto the dance floor.

You copied what other dancing couple were doing and put one of your hands on his shoulder and the other in his hand as he placed his on your hip, “What if I step on your foot?” You asked, slightly panicked.

Matt laughed, “You won’t.” He began to lead you and after a few nervous moments, you began to get the hang of it, “Look, you’re a natural.” He grinned at you.

“Yeah…” You whispered staring up at him, “I had the best teacher.”

Imagine coming home after getting beat up by a couple of girls at school and lying to Tate about it....

Originally posted by madlen93

Originally posted by bruciare-al-suolo

Originally posted by on-the-sunny-side-of-our-street

“Why the hell do you have a black eye?” Your ghost of a boyfriend asked as you sat on the stairs inside the house, a nice shiner on your right eye, along with several nail scratches and other bruises all over your body. 

“I go hit in the face with a basketball in gym.” you lied as you failed to look him in the eyes, your sleeves pulled over your arms, hiding the rest of the fight from him

“Sounds like bullshit. What really happened?” He said as you met his eyes, a single tear falling down your face as you did.

“It’s not big deal Tate, it was just a stupid fight.” you sighed as a tear ran down your face.

“I swear to God, if I wasn’t a ghost I would go teach them a lesson.” He growled as he took a seat next to you and examined your eye closer.

“It’s ok bade, it doesn’t even hurt.” 

“That also sounds like Bullshit.” you smiled at him, as he gently kissed your forehead, “Now how about we get off the stairs and have some fun?” he winked as your face lit up, forgetting about the fight now that you had something else to distract your mind.


Requested by: zombielove13

You wiped at the tears in your eyes as you laughed, “Stop it! I’m going to pee my pants!”

Crowley chuckled besides you. “You should have seen how stupid his face looked.”

You turned towards him. “Let me guess. It looked like this.” You gave him your best impression of Dean being confused.

He tossed his head back and guffawed. “That is exactly how he looked!”

Sam and Dean walked out of the house they had been searching and walked up to you. Sam sighed, “What are you two giggling about now?”

The moment your eyes fell on Dean, you bent over in a new bout of laughter. Sam and Dean looked at each other, then at Crowley.

Dean growled, “What did you tell her this time?”

Crowley smiled slyly at him. “About the time you ‘accidentally’ called an escort service instead of the Dominos.”

Dean’s jaw tightened. “We both know you thought it would be funny to give me the wrong number.”

You gasped out, “Was her name really Crystal with a K?”

Dean stomped past you two, making sure to slam into Crowley’s shoulder. He murmured, “Whoever introduced Y/N to Crowley is getting shot.”