Prompt: A little drabble! Soulmate AU where everyone is born with the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrist. Reader is completely fed up with her quest to find her soulmate, as the only hint she has is the incredibly vague black letters that have always been stamped across her wrist.
Warnings: Swearing, bullying, use of alcohol, harassment and unwanted advances
God, you hated your soulmate tattoo.
What sort of a soulmate tattoo was “hello”? You had detested it your entire life. What vague-ass higher power had decided when they gave you your tattoo to stop at “hello”? How would you know for sure when you met your soulmate? Couldn’t they have elaborated a little bit? Just a few more words? A proper sentence that you could actually recognize your soulmate with? But no, you were stuck with the most common greeting in the English language tattooed permanently into your skin. Hello. What absolute bullshit.
Every time someone greeted you with that simple phrase, your eyes would narrow, you would square your shoulders, and you would spit back the most distinct and unmistakable response you possibly could. You were not going to be the soulmate couple that had “hello” on both of your wrists. Your lucky, lucky soulmate probably had something ridiculous, like “Whatever you say,” or “Did you know that a hippopotamus’s sweat is red?” because you absolutely had to stand out, and you made sure that your replies to “hello” always did. There was no other way to be sure that anyone and everyone who said “hello” to you wasn’t your soulmate.
What a useless tattoo.
All throughout your school years at Ilvermorny, you were completely embarrassed to show people your tattoo. Unfortunately, when your classmates found out, they had great fun sending people you had never spoken to before up to say “hello” to you.
Your reaction was always hilarious, so they kept doing it. Your responses ranged from “Go fuck yourself,” to “Nice try guys, but I’ve already spoken with her before,” to straight up punching one student right in the jaw when he got a little too friendly with his hands as he delivered his “hello”.
You started to feel a little bad for your actual soulmate as your replies increased in hostility. They probably had a particularly colorful quote of yours. “Go to hell,” perhaps, or maybe “Who the fuck put you up to it this time?”
When you graduated, your defensive nature had thankfully melted a little. You had switched to solely offering people fun animal facts whenever they said “hello” to you, and it was far less stressful. “Seahorse mates hold each other’s tails so they don’t lose each other,” was a favorite of yours, as was “Cows have best friends.”
One evening, you were at a bar with your roommates Queenie and Tina, and you were in no mood for advances from anyone. You had decided to date, as many people with soulmates do, just to pass time while you waited for your soulmate to arrive, but your recent significant other had found their soulmate and left you in the dust. It was incredibly depressing, and you just really wanted a drink.
A man waltzed up to you, sliding into the chair beside you and offering a hand to shake. “Hello,” he said with a grin. You looked over at him, as annoyed as you were drunk, and reached out to flip his arm over and look at his wrist.
“Alright, let’s get this over with I’m not in the mood to think of a fun fact,” you grumbled, pulling back his sleeve to look at his wrist.
It wasn’t really with disappointment that you read the words “I’m so sorry I ran over your dog,” in black ink on his wrist, and you patted his hand drunkenly.
“Good luck with that one, buddy,” you slurred, getting to your feet and heading toward the door. He blinked after you, bewildered, and then returned to his drink.
Such was a usual encounter for you, and by the time Tina dragged a certain magizooligist into your home, you were sick and tired of your goddamn animal facts.
“Queenie, (y/n)!” Tina called out to you. You peeked your head around the corner where you were helping Queenie mend dresses, and you saw with a pang of confusion that Tina had brought two men along with her.
Queenie voiced your amazement, grinning and chirping “Teenie! You brought men home!”
You approached your friend, not bothering with the fact that you were clad in only a slip, and you blinked at her in disbelief. “Who are they?”
“This is a no-maj, and this is Mr. Scamander. He’s responsible for his injuries,” Tina said wearily, pointing her finger at the sweaty, overwhelmed man who offered you a disoriented half-smile before fixing his gaze back on Queenie, who giggled.
Mr. Scamander gave you a little wave. “Hello,” he said.
You let out a slow puff of air, your frustration resurfacing as your hand shot forward to grab his wrist. “Merlin’s Beard, just show me the goddamn tattoo,” you grumbled without thinking. You were in total shock when you slipped his sleeve back and found yourself face-to-face with your own words.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he looked just as startled. A hush fell over the room, and you felt your face grow hot. “Sorry about that,” you mumbled apologetically, unable to drop your gaze from his.
“That’s quite alright,” he said softly, his lips twitching upward in a small smile. “It’s quite the conversation piece,” he teased, and you found yourself chuckling.
“You had better be worth all the trouble my ridiculous tattoo has caused,” you teased back. The other three people in the room were watching the two of you, completely taken aback.
“I think for the most part people usually find me to be more trouble than I am worth,” he confessed, his eyes sparkling.
You dropped his hand at last, your face red and your heart pounding with embarrassment. “We’ll see about that,”
This is such a silly idea but I had to write it down so here u go
def not my best work but I hope u enjoy!! I literally didn’t even proofread this so it’s probs full of errors and bad transitions but pls enjoy this dumb little drabble!! (two fics in two days, who am I and what have I done with puk)
I heard this story on NPR this morning and of course, couldn’t resist Sterek-ing it.
Stiles yawned, burped, and stood up. “Okay, I’m heading out.”
Kira pouted and leaned against his thigh. “Aw. You sure?”
“Yeah, definitely.” Stiles was still drunk, but it was fading and he didn’t really feel like drinking any more. “But you should stay, I’ll just take an Uber by myself.”
“Okay.” Kira yawned and flopped in the other direction, against Allison, who patted her absently on the knee. “I might stay here.”
“Text me if you do,” he said, waving, and she gave him a clumsy thumbs up. Stiles picked his way out of the house party, dodging games of beer pong as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He opened the Uber app with a grimace—three a.m. on the Saturday of Halloween weekend probably meant long wait times and/or surge pricing—but was pleasantly surprised to see only a five-minute wait.
By the time Stiles went to the bathroom and said goodbye to a couple of people, Rachel was idling by the curb in her promised red Camry. “Hello!” he said cheerfully as he climbed into the backseat, and she smiled at him in the rearview mirror.
“Hey. Happy Halloween.”
“What’s the weirdest costume you’ve seen tonight?” he asked, and she laughed.
“Let’s see…earlier I had a girl in a very large, very realistic-looking squid costume.”
Stiles laughed. “Awesome.”
“We’ve got one pick-up on the way,” Rachel said, and Stiles yawned as he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window.
They only drove for a few minutes before Rachel glided to a stop at a corner. The other backseat door opened, and a tall guy startled as he ducked down into the car.
Stiles grinned. “Are you scared of clowns?”
“No.” The guy rolled his eyes and settled into the seat, stretching out his long legs.
“Are you sure? My costume’s pretty great.”
“It is,” he admitted. “But I’m also not scared of clowns.”
Stiles scratched at his wig. This guy was seriously hot, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, and Stiles temporarily wished that he wasn’t dressed as a freaky clown. “So what are you supposed to be?”
The guy tilted his head, raised one admittedly-magnificent eyebrow, and gestured at himself. “A lumberjack.”
The duh went unspoken, and Stiles gave him a flat look. “Seriously? So let me guess, you grabbed a plaid shirt out of your closet and didn’t shave for like 36 hours.”
“Are you shaming me for my dedication to my costume right now?”
“Your lack of dedication,” Stiles corrected. “And yes, yes I am.”
“I can tell that you really care a lot about Halloween.”
“Uh, yes I do. The sanctity of Halloween is to be respected, and you’re in clear violation of that right now.”
The lumberjack hummed and scratched at his dumb, beautiful lumberjack beard. “So what’s the punishment for such an egregious violation?”
Stiles made a show of thinking about it. “Being made fun of by me. And Rachel,” he added.
“I think your costume is fine,” Rachel piped in, and Stiles threw up his hands.
“Ouch. Wow, such a betrayal, Rachel, honestly. I was here first, does that not count for anything anymore?”
The lumberjack laughed and shifted in his seat so he was facing Stiles. “My friend showed up at the party I was at as an accountant. And that’s his job in real life, so he just wore his normal clothes.”
“Okay, that’s worse,” Stiles admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook.”
“Darn,” he said, his tone as dry as a bone. “You know, my greatest goal is to be in your good graces.”
Stiles huffed. “As it should be.”
The car stopped again, and the lumberjack unbuckled his seatbelt. “Bye, Pennywise,” he said, then waved toward the front seat. “Thanks, have a good night.”
Rachel waved back, and Stiles stared shamelessly out the window as the lumberjack took the stairs two at a time up to his building. “Wow,” he said absently. “I should’ve asked for his number, huh? He was hot.”
“He was,” Rachel agreed. “And he was totally flirting with you.”
Stiles tipped his head back against the seat and groaned.
Kira shuffled through their front door around noon. “Please tell me that there’s coffee.”
“Of course!” Stiles called out from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up with only a minor headache, miraculously, which had been swiftly taken care of by an egg sandwich and two cups of coffee.
Kira sat down next to him, cradling her giant coffee mug against her chest as gently as she would a baby, and gestured to the small pile of flyers on their coffee table. “What’s this?”
“My, uh, morning project,” he said, handing her one.
“I was Pennywise,” Kira read, “and you were a low-effort lumberjack. We met in the back of an Uber at three a.m. last night, and I’m kicking myself for not asking for your number. Text me the name of our driver if you’d like to get a drink sometime, I swear I’m handsome under all the makeup.”
Kira started cracking up, and Stiles grinned. “You like it?”
“That’s amazing. So you met a lumberjack last night?”
Stiles nodded. “He was hilarious. And really attractive. And our driver thought he was flirting with me, so y’know, take from that what you will.”
Kira laughed again. “Where are you gonna put them up?”
“He got dropped off first, he lives just a few blocks from here. So I’ll just do that block, probably. That’s not too creepy, is it?”
Kira hummed. “No. It’d be creepy if you, like, knocked on the door of his building. But this is cute. And he can just ignore it if he wants to.”
“Okay.” Stiles collected up the flyers and reached for the stapler. “Wish me luck, then.”
Stiles got a bunch of random texts that afternoon, most that either wished him luck or just said “lol.” His phone buzzed again around six p.m., and he dove for it, like he’d been doing all day.
Now my whole neighborhood knows that I didn’t put much effort into my costume, so thank you for that.
Stiles grinned down at his phone like an idiot. He saved the number in his phone as “The Lumberjack,” even before the second text came through.
(Her name was Rachel, by the way.)
That’s your fault, dude. If you’d had a better costume, I wouldn’t have had to publicly shame you.
I got invited to a party last minute! I didn’t have many options.
Then you should have unbuttoned the plaid and at least gone as a SEXY lumberjack.
Ah. Next year, then.
No, next year I’ll be inviting you to a Halloween party with plenty of advance notice. So you should start brainstorming now.
I’ll have to ask you for advice.
So will I seem too forward if I ask you for a drink tonight?
I literally printed flyers and put them up outside your building, I really don’t think you have to worry about “forward.”
That bar on the corner at 8?
Dude, I will be there with bells on.
And I’ll be able to recognize you by the costume?
Stiles stopped outside of the bar at 8:02 and hopped up and down a couple times, trying to shake the nervousness out. He’d been giving himself a pep talk for the whole walk over, and he almost believed it.
Worst case scenario, the guy was just fucking with him, and then Stiles would have a funny story to tell. Best case, he’d get to kiss a cute guy, and Stiles was comfortable with those odds.
After one last deep breath, Stiles pulled the door open. He shrugged out of his coat and scanned the bar. He spotted the guy almost instantly, sitting in the corner and half-facing the door. The lumberjack beard was trimmed down a little bit and the plaid shirt had been replaced by a henley, but otherwise he looked exactly the same. And exactly as handsome as Stiles had remembered, score.
Once he was halfway across the bar, their eyes met. Stiles felt it, the same connection he felt in the car last night, and he swallowed.
“Hey,” he called out, once he was within earshot, and the guy smiled at him. “Sorry if you were expecting Pennywise.”
The guy stood and moved his coat off the bar stool next to him, gesturing to it. “This version is much nicer,” he said sincerely, and Stiles huffed out a laugh, ducking his head.
“So I fully plan to keep calling you ‘The Lumberjack’ in my head, but I should probably also know your real name,” he blurted out, and the guy laughed. There were dimples underneath the beard, and Stiles was going to die.
“Derek.” He held his hand out, and Stiles shook it.
She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.
“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.
“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.
“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”
Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.
She looks good in his jacket.
Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.
There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.
She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.
“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–
“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”
He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”
OMG, I love the way you write so much, your blog is awesome I just read everything lol Idk if the requests are open, but if they are can you do a SaeranxMC HC (or wathever format you prefer) of them falling in love during his recovery or how they fell for each other and started dating? Thank you! <3
~HNNNNFG MY HEART. This hits me right in the feelies. Yes! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it!
You had come to expect the silence
You entered his room at the same time every morning only to be greeted by his back turned towards you on the bed
“You don’t have to keep coming…I can handle it,” Saeyoung would tell you time and time again
But there was something about Saeran that drew you to him
And after learning about his past, you knew he needed as much support as he could get
He was unresponsive
And often times incredibly rude
“Saeran…I brought you a smoothie,” you held it out for him, only to have it slapped from your hands and explode all over the floor of the hospital room
“I don’t want your fucking smoothie, I want to be alone!”
Saeyoung rushed in to scold him but you stopped him
“It’s alright…it was an accident, Saeyoung. Right, Saeran?” He only scoffed and turned his back to you once more
In the beginning you’d bring stacks of books to read to him
If he wasn’t going to talk then, well, you’d talk enough for the both of you
Books on art and travel, intense novels. You could see him perk up a bit when he liked it
And his scowl when he didn’t
One time Saeyoung caught Saeran looking through one of the books when he thought no one was around. That’s when he started to give you two more alone time
Every morning, like clockwork, you came through the door
And he’d never admit it at the time, but he started to look forward to your visits and your voice
He even started to wake up in the mornings so he could be ready for you
The silence lessened in time, Saeran started to be more talkative and ask questions
“…say the castle was built somewhere in the thirteenth century-”
“Is there a picture?” Saeran cut off your reading
“Hm? A picture?” you asked.
“Yeah. In the book, dummy,” he pointed.
It had just taken you by surprise. “Well, yeah, there is!” You flipped it around. “Look, isn’t it awesome?”
Saeran nodded with a slight smile
You soon moved from books to board games
Come to find out, Saeran was really good and really fond of chess
Much to your dismay, as you lost almost every time
Saeran started to give you pointers and teaching you how to play better
One time while he watched you play Saeyoung, he stood up behind you, placing his hand on your own to keep you from moving your piece
“No, don’t go there,” he slowly guided your hand to another spot. “Here, see?”
“Y-yeah, right,” you stuttered with a blush
“Hey no cheating!” Saeyoung huffed before noticing Saeran’s hand on yours. “Oooh~ should I leave?” he teased
“Shut up, idiot,” Saeran jumped back a bit and sat on the bed
A few days before his release, he watched the clock but you didn’t show
A surge of anxiety swept through him until Saeyoung finally walked in
“Where is she?” Saeran tried his best to sound calm
“Sick. Gave me this book to give to you, though,” he tossed it on the bed, “said she’d be better before your release and not to worry.”
“I wasn’t.” Saeran sank back into his pillow with a knit brow
But you didn’t come back
And each day was more boring than the last without you
He kept thinking of you walking through the door with that same dumb cute smile on your face
The one that made his heart leap
“That…idiot,” Saeran grumbled as he helped Saeyoung gather the last of his things from the hospital room
“Is someone grumpyyy, missing your girlfriend?” Saeyoung made a pouty face in jest
“She said she’d be here…” he said it in little more than a whisper, as if talking to himself
Saeyoung’s face fell at the sight of his brother looking so desolate
You dragged yourself out of bed to answer the door, not expecting to see Saeran standing there, staring at you, while you were in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, crumpled tissues in hand
“Oh wow, you look terrible,” he blurted out
“…thanks...” you seethed, “I asked Saeyoung to tell you I’m sick and-”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just…” he took a deep breath, “you missed my discharge from the hospital today and…” he trailed off.
“I’m so sorry about that, Saeran. I really wanted to be there it’s just, I can barely function right now,” you tried to laugh it off, hands desperate to fix the messy bun in your hair
“Did you need some help or something? Have you eaten?”
“Uh, a little bit,” you awkwardly rocked on your heels
“I brought you a smoothie,” he said hurriedly, thrusting it at you
“Thank you,” you smiled
“And I have this–well, Saeyoung gave me this movie,” he waved it a bit, blushing mildly, “and, anyway…can I come in?”
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Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.
Word Count: 2100ish
Warning: smut, threesome
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.
You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.
“Well, of course it is!” - *Ah look at the face he’s making, I can’t wait for this fool to be my husband one day.*
The other day I saw this post and it totally inspired me to create this but with a drarry twist lol I wanted to make a sort of comic so maybe I will draw more but I haven’t decided yet, in the meantime here is Harry being impressed that Slytherin common room have a glass roof with a view to the lake, and Draco having only eyes for his dumb face lol.
They are at the dinner table when Cas starts giggling. Dean, who is chewing an oversized bite of pizza raises a curious eyebrow to see if he’s missed something, but Sam looks just as confused.
Dean swallows. “What, we have something on our faces? What’s up with you?”
Cas smiles, glancing down at his hands looking as if a laugh is about to burst out if he opens his mouth even a little. He shrugs, feigning nonchalance, but his lips are pursed tightly, his eyes crinkled at the sides. It’s a moment before he says “nothing,” with a tiny snort.
Sam shoots Cas a strange look, which Dean knows he shares, but when Cas forces himself to calm down, they all shrug it off.
“Ok, Elmo,” Dean says, his voice thick with sarcasm.
He takes another bite of his pizza and is met with another soft giggle from Cas’s chair.
Looking at his own food, then Sam’s, he’s starting to be suspicious, but he doesn’t see anything, so with a sip of his beer, he takes another bite.
Cas is leaning over, clutching his stomach with one hand, the edge of the table with the other, practically in stitches with laughter.
Dean drops the rest of his slice of pizza back on his plate.
“Ok,” he says sharply, “spit it out. What the hell is going on with you, Cas?”
Cas lifts his head, smiling, then wipes a stray tear from his right eye. He raises a finger pointing back and forth between Sam and Dean’s pizzas.
“I pranked you,” he says, in-between fits of laughter. “Now I know why you and Sam enjoy this. It’s thoroughly entertaining to engage in trickery,” he says with a nod.
Dean scowls, his voice growing darker. “Cas. Sweetheart,” he says, very slowly. “What do you mean you pranked us. Did you do something to our food?”
Cas laughs again.
“Babe…” Dean says with a stiff jaw.
Making himself smaller with a guilty smile, Cas nods.
Dean glances at Sam who is staring at his pizza with a wary look.
He turns back to Cas and whispers sharply: “x-lax?”
Cas shakes his head, “no,” snorting.
“You’re never going to guess.”
Folding his arms, Dean looks at his boyfriend like a child. “Guess you better tell us then,” he says warily.
Cas smiles brightly, practically jumping out of his chair.
“I put pineapple in your pizza!” he says. “You told me that putting pineapple on a pizza was a terrible idea and I tricked you into eating it by cutting up the pieces really small and hiding them on your pizza. You both ate it!”
Dean purses his lips, biting back a smile as he glances at Sam who looks equally as entertained.
“I really tricked you two,” Cas says proudly, nodding again.
Dean leans toward his boyfriend, motioning for him to come closer.
Cas scoots his chair nearer to Dean apprehensively. His giggles fade as he takes on a more apologetic face, blue eyes perfectly capturing the “puppy dog” look.
“You mad?” Cas asks quietly.
Leaning forward, Dean tugs Cas’s chin toward him and plants a chaste kiss on his lips. He pulls away with a fond smile.
“You got us good, babe,” he says with a wink, and he can hear Sam chuckle in the background.
Falsettos moments that always give me goosebumps/make me cry
-“Ask me if I need him… Get him out of my wayyyy”
-Everything after & including “It hurts not to love him. It hurts when love fades” in The Games I Play
-“I never, never, never, never, never, never wanted to love you!”
-“As we march… Along.”
-“But I still have my son on the weekends… Just on the weekends”
-“But I don’t have a lover anymore. Oh my god, when am I gonna get over this?”
-“Learning love is not a crime!”
-All of What More Can I Say, especially “It’s so swell, damn it. Even I’m surprised.”
-“Life is never what you planned. Life is moments you can’t understand.”
-“Everything will be alright”
-“I’m staying here in this spot. Whether you want me to or not.”
-“Kid… Be my son.”
-“Let’s be scared together. Let’s pretend that nothing is awful. There’s nothing to fear. There’s nothing to fear. Just stay right here. I love you.”
-“Who’d have thought that we four would end up as lovers?”
-“Do I love him? No.” “I am so dumb.”
-“Something bad is happening. Something very bad is happening. Something that kills, something infectious. Something that spreads from one man to another”
-“Tell me, why was I chosen? Why me, of all men?”
-“At least death means I’ll never be scared about dying, again.”
-“Death is not a friend, but I hope in the end, he takes me in his arms and let’s me hold hold his face. He takes me in his arms and whispers something funny. He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace his attack… Then the scene turns to black.”
-“The many stupid things I thought about with dread, now delight.”
-“It’s the last little mountain I’ll climb.”
-“Sometime… sometime… sometime… sometimmmmmmeeeeee”
-“I feel more helpless than I have in years.”
-“How did you turn out so great? Who do I thank for the man you turned into? Kid, do you know how proud I am? If I don’t show how proud I am. You hold my dreams, kid. I burst at the seams ‘cause of you.”
-“What would I do, if I had not met you? Who would I blame my life on? Once I was told that all men get what they deserve. Who the hell then threw this curve? There are no answers. But who would I be, if you had not been my friend?”
-“One, out of a thousand others. Only one my child would allow.”
-“Who would I be, if I had not loved you?”
-“Do you regret? I’d do it again. I’d like to believe that I’d do it again and again and again.”
-“How am I to face tomorrow after being screwed out of today?”
-“I’d beg or steal or borrow, if I could hold you for one hour more…”
-“Once I was told that good men get better with age. We’re just gonna skip that stage.”
-“We’re a teeny tiny band. Lovers come and lovers go. Lovers live and die, fortissimo. This is where we take a stand. Welcome to Falsettoland.”
-THE ENTIRE DAM MUSICAL
OMG OMG HC WHERE PETER JUST VLOGS ABOUT HOW MUCH HE MISSES YOU WHEN HE IS IN HIS STARK INTERNSHIP
when i say this is the cutest thing peter has ever done for you
i can’t even exaggerate it
saying goodbye to him was a bitter-sweet moment for you because you were always worried about him and would miss him, but you were extremely proud of him for getting to go on his first mission
peter knew you’d be missing him
and of course lil’ homeboy was desperately wishing you could’ve gone with him
“happy, why can’t we bring y/n???”
“do you even think about the things you ask me before you do so?”
anyways peter wanted to make sure you still felt included on this huge milestone of his
he’d decide he was going to take videos to keep you posted like all the vlogs he had seen on youtube
oh my god he tried to keep it secretive so he could surprise you once he got home
but he was just so excited you ended up getting multiple vlogs a day
and you were most definitely not complaining about how cute your boyfriend was
“ok so we’re getting on the plane now…if you were here you could’ve sat here”
and he’d point the camera to the seat directly next to him
“or here :))”
and now the camera would move to his lap
but he’d move the camera away hella quick as soon as happy came by the aisle and shut up
he didn’t get much sleep on the flight, so that was probably the longest vlog
a good 40 minutes after being edited
he had to split it up and send it to you in like 9 separate parts
you watched every second of it
“what’s a movie we haven’t already watched?”
“how far do you think i can throw this cup without hitting anything?”
“i wonder if my webs would stick to clouds- wait no that doesn’t obey any laws of science or physics…they’d just cut right through… should i invent webs that stick to clouds??”
“oh wait, you can’t answer me at the moment so i should stop asking so many questions..”
waking up happy every hour or so with his shenanigans and getting it on film
stark even got a huge kick out of these clips
“ok.. *yawn* i think i’m gonna get some sleep since we got 35 minutes *yawn* left.. i miss you already”
pouty, sleepy peter aw
the next one came from his arrival in berlin as he was walking around with happy
“so…not sure exactly why we’re here, but this is so cool!”
“oh my gosh i’m totally bringing you to berlin next time!!!!”
“happy, say hi to y/n!!”
“please save me from your boyfriend”
also: “i really don’t know how you’re dating him”
him showing you allllll the scenery
“woah, i feel like a really cool narrator”
lots of !!!!!! coming from peter at actually everything he sees
“peter, you know we’re in public, people are staring”
“sorry babe, i guess that’s my cue to go, i’ll call you when i get to the hotel”
lot’s of kisses being blown to the camera
him opening up his camera right after ending the last one
“oH AND I MISS YOU OKBYE”
next up was the iconic hotel introduction
“dO YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THIS ROOM”
“we could both have king size beds in here”
“wait, that’s dumb you can just sleep with me”
peter setting down the phone while he’s changing into his little homemade suit so the camera goes black for a minute and you hear a small crash
“i’m fINE JUST HIT THE LAMP”
peter hyping himself up in the camera and it makes your heart swELL
“do i look ok? i think stark is gonna be impressed, i added a new-”
“what is that? what are you wearing?”
“it’s my suit :))”
oh my gosh you actually had to take a screenshot of the look on peter’s face when he showed you his new suit stark had designed for him
“BaBE BABE BABE DO YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS INSANE”
sending him loads of supporting texts after getting all these videos that make him blush
“MY BOYFRIEND IS THE CUTEST WOW”
you don’t hear from him for the rest of the day, which is a bit alarming, but you try to think only the best and hope that he’s doing alright
then all of a sudden you get a facetime call
i know, not a vlog, but i think he’d actually do this tbh
he’s actually in the middle of the airport fight
“woah, there’s captain america…black widow..hey who’s the new guy?”
“shit, babe that’s me i gotta go”
hearing him in the background
watching various superheros flying across the screen of your phone and seeing random explosions
peter screaming often
him swinging across the camera
head ass just left his phone chilling while he fought
thinking he could actually get in lots of trouble for this???
after everything calms down, a disheveled peter returns to the screen
“oh hey, angel, you’re still here”
he sounds kinda outta breath
his mask is half on
he’s got a few bruises forming
“peTER I SAW YOU FLYING ACROSS THE SCREEN AND-”
“I STOLE CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SHIELD”
followed by: “sHIT I GOTTA GO MISS YOU LOVE YOU BYE”
him hanging up very quickly with a panicked look on his face
not hearing from him until another hour later
this one was shorter but it was still cute as hell
“aND THEN MR. STARK SAID, ‘HEY UNDEROOS!’ AND I SWUNG IN AND I STOLE CAP’S SHIELD AND I WAS ALL ‘hey everybody’ and tHEN I STOLE CAP’S SHIELD AND-”
he stopped when there was a knock at the door
“hold up, baby”
homeboy flipping across the bed
you’re still in aw of his abilities ????
“we have thin walls, you know”
“so sorry, happy, it’s for y/n!!”
“ok, i’m back.. i think i need some sleep though, i can’t feel the left right side of my face. but i love you and miss you a lot and i think i come home tomorrow, did i mention i miss you? anyways, goodnight baby!”
he didn’t even edit it he was so tired, but it made you happy he was finally getting some rest
in the mornings he made you another vlog
“ok, good morning, *rubbing eyes, lots of yawning*, i’m on my way home, berlin was crazy, did i tell you i stole cap’s shield last night, babe?”
“anyways, i really really miss you. god, i haven’t kissed you in like 30 hours this is ridiculous”
IF YOU THINK THIS BOY DIDN’T PUT TOGETHER A BLOOPERS VLOG FOR YOU TOO YOU ARE WRONG
he also had tony give you a little hello
“peter did great at the stark internship retreat, y/n, and-”
“oh, mr. stark, she knows it’s cool, she’s in on our little secret”
lots of bloopers of him messing up his lines that he prepared in his head
trying to speak german
key word: trying
retelling the captain america story
talking about taking out bucky and sam
he said he missed you about 73847493 times
and he made sure you knew that
and you definitely felt it
but it made it much more bearable having him being gone
OK I LOVED DOING THIS THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING IT!!!
Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?
Word Count: 1.9k
You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.
“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.
“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.
You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.
REQUESTS WOOOOO!! Mc giving Jumin affection and he's so over the moon he just stutters and turns super red so she keeps it up cuz this is entertaining af!!!
Anon said: hello, im so happy that requests are open! Heres a romantic idea: Saeyoung and MC who is NOT shy and LOVES TO KISS KISS KISS HIS DUMB FACE!!!! AND HUG THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!!! AND TOUCH HIS FACE AND LOOK INTO HIS EYES BITCH!!!! KILL HIM WITH LOVE PLEASE!! that’s all, thank you again :3
So we decided to do these two at the same time, and throw in Zen and Yoosung for the heck of it. Welcome to the mush. Enjoy!
He was just sitting on the couch reading some files for work
And the way he was so concentrated…his brows furrowed and he was chewing on his bottom lip a little
You couldn’t help but curl up next to him
You pecked his cheek once, and he gave you a small glance before continuing his work
Then you gave another and another, and you noticed his cheeks tinging a bit pink
After a few more kisses, he asks what you’re doing
You just cup his face, “I just really appreciate you.”
He goes from blushing to full on flushed
He tries to play it off though, but it doesn’t help that he dropped his papers
He picks them up quickly and tries to read them again
Only they’re upside down
After watching for a little while amusedly, you reach over and pinch the papers from his hands, informing him they were upside down
You set thim aside, and he looks at you questioningly
That’s when you lean in for a kiss
It was short, but it was enough to make him dazed
He tries to compose himself and speak
Only he doesn’t know what to say, so he’s kind of just saying these broken syllables
And you watch for a little, chuckling as he can’t quite form a complete thought
You crawl into his lap, and while hands rest on your waist, his muttering pauses before becoming even more scattered
He was trying to say something about stock markets when you cut him off with a deep kiss
His senses come back to him sometime in the middle of kissing you, and his grip on your waist tightens
He pulls you even closer to him
It was just getting really heated when you decide to pull away
You casually walk away and he calls after you
“MC…you can’t just leave me like that….”
When you don’t return, he follows you to the kitchen where you two continue
He was laying on the couch, just scrolling on his phone
And you were feeling a bit cuddly and bold
So you start on the other end of the couch and crawl up to him
You brought some blankets with you since it was a bit chilly
You ducked your head in between his arms before tossing the blankets over your legs
He gives a small smile before going back to scrolling
He thought you were just going to cuddle
But then you press a kiss on his chin…cheek…nose…you just pepper his entire face with kisses
It’s getting hard to concentrate, so he just holds you back before you can do more
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
He can’t hold you back as you continue your attack, but he asks you why
You start telling him different compliments in between each kiss
He starts getting gradually more flustered, and the shade of his face grows increasingly red
It’s a little awkward for you though, because you keep ramming your forehead into his bulky glasses
So you just slide his glasses off his head and put them to the side
He shudders because he knows where this is going
You decide to be a little teasing, so you get really close to his face
You let your noses brush for a little longer…your breaths mingling in the centimeters between you
He keeps expecting a kiss, but you just miss his mouth on purpose, choosing to kiss his cheek or just the edge of his mouth
He’s getting a little frustrated, so his hold on you grows tighter until finally you give in and kiss him slowly
He sighs into kiss when you deepen it
You pull away after awhile, and lean in just a little more
He anticipates another kiss, but you get up abruptly
At least you try to
He stands up as well before wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and using it to yank you back into him
“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles
It’s his turn to make you flustered
You guys were chilling on the couch and eating some cookies
He asks you to pass him a cookie
When he turns his head, he’s expecting you to be holding out the snack to him
But instead, you’re holding it in your mouth and send him a flirtatious wink
He lets out a sharp yelp and kind of cowers away a bit
You just caught him off guard
But you keep getting closer and closer
Zen has this whole battle within himself where he wants to give into you but then he doesn’t
And you’re not helping by tossing the cookie to the side and peppering his face with kisses
Okay, maybe you are helping to make his decision easier
He slips his arms around your waist and lifts you up
He carries you to the larger couch before pinning you down beneath him
You’re still acting flirty and it’s driving him crazy at how bold you are
He starts doing exactly what you did to him, pressing kisses all over your face
After a while, your fingers curl around the hair near his neck and you lead his face down to yours
You kiss him full on the mouth and he completely melts into your touch
When you do pull away, he’s a bit breathless
You have to laugh at his dazed expression
Yoosung was in the kitchen cooking again
And he got a little clumsy and burned his finger
You went to go see what was wrong when you heard a cry from the kitchen
You make him sit on the couch while you get things to help the burn
When you’re done wrapping it in a bandage, you press a kiss to his finger
He thinks you’re done, but he didn’t expect you to be in an affectionate mood
You press a kiss to each one of his fingers, and he’s already getting a bit warm
“Is that better?”
He lets out some sound, which isn’t a yes or no
So you crawl onto his lap and squish his cheeks
“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”
He shuts his eyes when you lean a little forward
He’s expecting a kiss, after all you were really bold today
But you keep leaning back every time he leans forward, and he notices when you start giggling
You forget that you really shouldn’t tease Yoosung for too long
His hands are already on the small of your back, so he yanks you against him and gives you a rough kiss on the mouth
He does become more of his gentle self as the kiss goes on
I see that a lot of people are really disappointed about it but can we talk about the “Am I using that word right?” ?
Haven’t you heard it somewhere else before?
And just look at his face:
Shit, I hope this word exists. Well at least nobody will know about it…
Fuck. Keith will see this. I’m so screwed.
Seriously, when I saw this, it made me think about that moment when you say something “stupid” in front of your crush and you feel so dumb and you’re like: “WHY DID I JUST SAY THIS?! I’M SO STUPID! THEY WON’T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN” and honestly… Lance would be capable of that, the proof here!
So… Keith talked about the “Vol… tron?” moment and how much that frustrated him and Lance seemed to hope that he didn’t use a word incorrectly…
They seem to be worried about what the other thinks about them because yeah, that’s what good friends/teammates do, am I right?
I WAS BLINDSIDED BY THIS OK? THIS IS UNFAIR I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS
FOR KILLIAN JONES SITTING AT HIS DINING TABLE IN HIS HOUSE THAT HE SHARES WITH HIS FUTURE WIFE AND HER SON WHO IS PRACTICALLY HIS OWN SON AND WAITING FOR HIM
AND HE IMMEDIATELY STARTS TALKING TO HENRY ABOUT MISSIONS AND SUCH BUT LOL HIS EYES ARE LIKE CHECKING TO SEE IF EMMA ISN’T HERE ALREADY
AND HIM TALKING ABOUT THE WOOKIE PRISONER GAG LIKE HE’S SO CUTE BUT HE’S TRYING TO BE SERIOUS AND LOL THAT TIME ON THE NAUTILUS
WAS A MISHAP MORE THAN A MISSION LOL FUCKING HENRY IS SO FUCKING WONDERFUL OK? AND I CAN HEAR THE EMMA SWAN IN HIM IN THIS
LOOK AT THEM STANDING IN THEIR HOUSE TOGETHER WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
AND THIS MOMENT LIKE THE FUCKING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT TOGETHER HAVEN’T WE?
AND HENRY IS SO FUCKING GREAT AND HE LIKES KILLIAN TOO AND THEY’RE ALL A FAMILY AND I AM EMOTION
BUT OK LOOK MY FAVOURITE PART ABOUT THIS IS THAT KILLIAN IS BEING ALL SERIOUS BECAUSE IT IS TOTALLY A BIG DEAL BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE’S A DORK AND
WHEN HE SEES THE LOOK ON HENRY’S FACE LIKE OMFG REALLY? BECAUSE HENRY GETS THAT IT’S A BIG DEAL TOO,
THE SMILE ON HIS DAMNED FACE KILLS ME OK? BECAUSE HE FUCKING LOVES THIS KID TOOOOOO
THE. WEDDING. RINGS. KILLIAN JONES AND EMMA SWAN ARE GETTING MARRRRIEDDDDDD AHHHHHH
AND LOL ALL THIS GUARD THIS WITH YOUR LIFE STUFF
YOUR MOTHER WILL KILL YOU WHAT A FUCKING DORKKKK
AND WHEN EMMA SHOWS UP, THE BOTH OF THEM TRYING TO HIDE THINGS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS BECAUSE HENRY JUST STUFFS THE RINGS IN HIS JACKET AND KILLIAN DOESN’T EVEN MEET EMMA’S EYES LOLOL
AND THIS FUCKING FACE BECAUSE SHE’S JUST AMUSED AF LIKE SUUUURE, YOU’RE NOT HIDING ANYTHING BUT ALSO SHE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT IT IS BECAUSE IT’S OBVIOUSLY TO DO WITH THE WEDDING WHICH IS TOMORROW AND AHHHHHHH
LOOK. AT. THIS. PERFECTION. THIS FAMILY. IN THEIR HOUSE. WHERE THEY LIVE. FUCK EVERYTHING. *THROWS THINGS*
SEE YOU TOMORRRRROWWWWWW SO LIKE AT SOME POINT KILLIAN TOLD HENRY ABOUT HIS PLANS AND EVERYTHING AND I JUST LOVE THAT THEY TALK OUTSIDE OF EMMA TOO AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT HENRY AND KILLIAN HAVE A RELATIONSHIP FUCK ME UP
YOU. LIVE. HERE. SHE SAYS. YOU LIVE HERE. WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MISTER? YOU FUCKING LIVE HERE WITH ME IN OUR HOUSE.
AND KILLIAN’S FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE WELL DUH. OFC I LIVE HERE. THE EASE OF THIS EXCHANGE ALONE KILLED ME FUCKING DEAD. I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT THEY’RE JUST SO CASUALLY TALKING ABOUT HOW KILLIAN LIVES HERE WITH EMMA SWAN WHO HE LOVES AND WHO LOVES HIM
LOLOL I LOVE HIS FUCKING FACE AND HIS DUMB SUPERSTITION BELIEVING
AND FROM THE LOOKS OF IT, SO DOES EMMA SWAN. GODDAMN SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH
A SEAFARING MAN HE SAYS AND I DIE A LOT. FUCK HIM AND HIS VOICE AND HIS WORDS AND HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER
AND HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM
BECAUSE THEY DON’T NEED ANOTHER STITCH OF BAD LUCK AND I AM CRYING RN BECAUSE LOOK AT HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM BECAUSE IT’S SO FUCKING AFFECTIONATE, IT HURTS ME IN MY HEART PLACE
AND THEN, THEN, THE MOMENT THAT HAS GOT ME LYING PRONE ON MY FLOOR RN, AFTER TOMORROW, THERE’LL BE NO GETTING RID OF ME.
AND THE WAY SHE’S LIKE PROMISE? IS SO ADORABLE AND LIKE SHE’S TEASING HIM AND BUT ALSO SHE MEANS IT AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN EMMA SWAN BE THIS ADORABLE BEFORE? SHE FUCKING LOVES HIM AND TRUSTS HIM AND IS VULNERABLE WITH HIM FUCK ME UP
AND THIS BUTT AND HIS AYES AND THE PROMISES IN HIS SMILE AND THE SINCERITY IN HIS EYES
WHY ARE YOU TWO LIKE THIS?! WHY WHY WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU DUMDUMS
AND FUCKING WHO LOOKS AT A PERSON LIKE THIS AFTER THEY KISS THEM? WHO DARES TO LOOK THIS CUTE AND HAPPY AND EXCITED AND WHOOOO
GUYS GUYS, *whispers* i think she loves him
I MEAN LOOK AT THIS DORK
GUYS I THINK SHE LOVES HIM. I THINK SHE WANTS TO MARRY HIM. I THINK SHE WANTS TO KISS HIM A LOT AND ALL THE TIME.
THEY’RE GONNA GET MARRRIEDDDD AND LIKE FUCK ME IF I AM ANY SORT OF GRACEFUL OR EVEN BARELY HUMAN ABOUT THAT SITUATION WHEN ARRIVES BECAUSE LOOK AT ME RN I AM A FULL ON MESS WTF
Some of the
staff members thought it would be funny to lock you in the one of the recording
booths. Right before they closed the door you started screaming.
And in that
moment, like a prince on a white horse, a knight in shining armour, in came
your boyfriend to rescue you, shouting and spitting fire… okay, maybe that’s an
exaggeration but at that moment he seemed like the bravest person to have ever
walked the earth, okay?
you, twelve? What kind of prank is this??”
He threw you
over his shoulder and left with you towards the horizon… and by that I mean
that he went to buy you food so you’d feel better.
He went to
grab lunch for the both of you while you stayed at the company building to talk
to one of the trainees you’ve befriended.
When he came
back he heard screams coming from the janitor room but he thought it was just
his imagination since who would scream in the middle of the day, right? While
he was looking for you he heard the giggles of your friend, followed by you
asking her to stop. So like the macho man he is, he ran in the direction of the
voices and gripped the girl’s wrist right as she was about to push the door closed.
“What do you
think you’re doing? Can’t you see that she’s uncomfortable?”
to her about your claustrophobia she apologized profusely and told you that she
thought you were just joking around.
Not only were
you afraid of small spaces, you hated with a passion elevators. A small box that
moves up and down and might stop at any given moment? Yeah, no thank you. So
despite being exhausting, you always took the stairs.
One day you
invited a friend over to your house and she kept insisting that you take the
elevator, despite your powerful refusal.
pushing you from the back toward the hell room, and right as the doors were
about to close you saw your boyfriend running towards the pair of you, pulling
really wanted to use the elevator you could have done it on your own, don’t try
to force other into doing what you want.”
apologized and found some excuse about her cat giving birth just so she didn’t
have to stay in the same place with your boyfriend that was glaring daggers in her skull.
classmate of yours, now co-worker, wanted to see if you were as scared of small
spaces as you were in high school. Answer: Yes, yes you still are very much terrified
of them. But he didn’t believe you and wanted to see for himself if that was
true. fucking dick
Just a he was about to lock the door of the
janitor room, the elevator’s door opened to reveal your boyfriend wearing all
black and… yellow glasses??
saying a single word he took your hand and left.
Why was he
here? Why was he dressed like this? Why wasn’t he saying anything? It didn’t
really matter, you were safe now.
He was really
glad you got along so well with his band mates since that meant that you could spend
as much time as you wanted at the dorms and no one would complain. So while he
was taking a nap after a long day at practice you remained in the living room
to play video games with Jin and Jungkook.
stirred awake by the muffled screams coming from Jungkook’s room. When he went
over to see what was happening he was met by the sight of Jungkook trying to
lock you in his closet and you were on the verge of tears.
his name while taking long strides towards him to push him away.
“Yah! What is
wrong with you, kid?? Look, you made her cry” “Come on Y/N, let’s go out. It’s
alright you don’t have to worry”
Before you left the bedroom you threw one of his dirty socks in his face.
You were sent
to get something from the storage room of your workplace. One of your co-workers
saw you entering and thought it would be funny to scare you a little by locking
the door. But you weren’t a little scarred, you were very scarred.
banging in the door, asking whoever was on the other side to open it but all
you received was laughter.
lunch break was soon and Taehyung already arrived with your food. He instantly
heard your voice and went over to see what was going on.
Once he got
you out of there, he turned to your co-worker, not missing the chance to scold
“You are an adult,
you should act like one.” “This is a workplace, not a fucking playground. Don’t
go around doing dumb shit.” Hopefully that thought her a lesson.
frat boy decided to entertain himself by seeing you panicking when he was
trying to lock you in the janitor room.
laughing his ass off until he caught sight of your boyfriend walking towards
him. Backing away slightly, he turned to face him with a wary smile plastered
on his face. “It’s just a prank, bro”
intimidating Jungkook rolling up his sleeves. “What did you say, you punk? Come
here so I can show you what a prank
looks like”. In less than a second he was gone and you were in the arms of your
boyfriend that was petting you softly on the head. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care
of him later.”
Warnings: swearing, anxiety, mentions of death, bullying
A/N: Whoops I think this is going to turn into a series…
The first time Alexander Hamilton had ever spoken to his
soulmate, he was seven years old, living on Nevis with his mother. He had
written a poem on his wrist, hoping that whoever his perfect match was would
read it. His soulmate had written back, That
was a terrible poem. But thank you.
They’d talked every day from then on. Alex had learned to
love this nameless, faceless person. When Alex was feeling vulnerable or
anxious, he would write SOS on his
arm, and his soulmate would begin to draw happy little doodles on his arm to
cheer him up. It always worked.
Prompt: You prank Colby and have a little war after. Frisky Frisk ;) ((hehehehehe idk))
Warnings: Swearing, frisky, kinda fluff?
A/N: Okay I was thinking maybe like a really smutty imagine but uh idk how you guys would feel about that??? Also leave me requests and stuff. And if you would like to be tagged in these just message me and I will :)))
Word Count: 1,332
“Pst. Pst.” You opened your eyes to hear weird sounds. You sat up and saw Sam in the door way. “Come here.” He whispered and you got up quietly so you wouldn’t wake Colby.
“What?” You whispered and shut the door softly. “Let’s do Colby’s makeup.” He said with mischief written all over his face. “Okay come on.” You laughed and he pulled out his camera and told it what you were doing.
You snuck back into the room and grabbed you makeup bag off of the floor, walking over to him quietly and pulling the blanket down. Luckily he slept on his back so you could do his entire face.
You pulled out my three eye shadow pallets and held them out for Sam. “Choose.” You instructed and he picked three colors. Blue, purple and black.
You did a smokey eye with black and purple then gave him winged eyeliner, which was really hard to do since his eyes kept twitching. “Lipstick?” You turned holding up colors to Sam, who put the camera onto your face.
“Yeah and some highlight.” He smirked and ypu nodded, dragging the black lipstick across his perfect lips. “Finished.” You said after you finished the highlight. “Damn he looks better than me.”
“Should we wake him?” He asked and you nodded before jumping on him and yelling pineapple. You dont know why you yelled pineapple, just came naturally.
“What? What the fuck?” He groaned and you rolled off of him. “Why do my lips feel so dry?” He looked at the camera and groaned, standing and walking to the bathroom. “Y/N.” He groaned and stared at his tired reflection.
“It was Sam’s idea.” You laughed and hugged his side as he ran his finger over his lips.
“At least I look hot.” He laughed and looked down at you. “Kiss me?” He puckered his lips.
“Ew no.” You shook you head and backed up.
“Come onnnnn kiss the Colby.” He kissed the air and grabbed your hips going in for a kiss but you turned my head and he kissed you cheek. “Just one?” “No I hate lipstick.” You shook your head. “Then why do you own it?” Sam asked behind the camera.
“Because I feel like it.” You laughed and turned back go Colby. “Come on.” He said and puckered his lips for you to kiss. You sighed and pecked his lips. They felt so dry from the matte lipstick.
“Ewwww.” You said and wiped your lips even though there wasnt any on your lips. “Edit the kiss out.” You turned to Sam and he laughed. “No can do.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“Get out so I can shower and clean this off.” Colby said. “Y/N isn’t there special stuff to get this off?” “Yeah there’s the stuff in the drawer.” You pointed to it. “And also you dont need to shower to get it off.” Youlaughed at him.
“I know but I feel dirty from it.” You laughed and left him to do what he was doing. Sam said goodbye to the video then turned to you. “So are you and Colby dating?”
“I’m not sure. We haven’t really talked about it.” You shrugged. “I mean we kiss and act like we are but we haven’t made it official yet I guess.” "Ah. You’re the first girl I’ve seen Colby like this with. Its a crazy thing.” He laughed. “You have him wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
“I’m talented like that.” You smirked and dramatically flipped your hair. He rolled his eyes and turned to go to his room. “Goodnight Y/N.” you mumbled one back and went back into Colby’s room, laying in bed and waiting for Colby to return.
“Why did you guys do this to me.” He groaned and fell into bed beside you. “Because we love you.” you smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Awe you love me?” he turned and smirked at you.“Of course. You’re my best friend.” Yoi nodded and his smile fell slightly but went back after.
“Damn.” He smirked. “Totally friend zoned me.” “No I didnt. You’re already out of the friend zone.” “Yay.” He cheered and put his head on your stomach. “I’m going back to sleep. Leave my face alone this time.”
“No promises.” You smirked and put your hand in his hair, shortly falling asleep after.
“Whores!” You yelled as you ran away from them. “Stop running!” Sam chased you, Colby behind him.“No you’re gonna shoot me!”
“No I won’t I promise.” Sam dropped his gun. You stopped and narrowed your eyes. “Kick it over.” You instructed and he kicked it to me. You picked it up and pointed it at them, backing away slowly.
“I never said I wouldn’t shoot!” Colby yelled and shot the Nerf bullet at you. You screamed and shot him right in the forehead.
“Fuck off whore!” I ran through the gate and into the street. “You’re the whore!” He yelled back, shooting but it missed. “Only on days that end with Y.” You winked and shot him in the forehead again.
“Fuck! How do you keep hitting in the same place?” “I have fenominal aim.” You smirked and shot again, hitting him in the exact same spot.
“Thats it Y/L/N!” He ran up to you and pulled the gun from your hands, leaving you defenseless. He shot you with both and you screamed.“You’re gonna Die, Brock!” You yelled and he ran straight for the backyard, you following suit.
“You wouldn’t dare kill me so no I’m not gonna die.” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm and throwing, well pushing him into the cold pool.
“Dammit Y/N!” He yelled once he resurfaced. “Dont stand by the pool, dumb ass.” You laughed and ran inside the house, locking the door behind you.
“Come on. Let me back in.” He pressed his face into the glass. You smirked at him with your hands on your waist. “No thanks. Its much more quiet in here.” You smiled and walked away and up the stairs.
Eventually Sam let him in sadly and he came straight to your room, dripping water all over your wooden floors. “you’re gonna pay for that.” “Oh is that so?” You rolled your eyes, not bothing to look up from your computer screen.
“Yep. Just wait Y/N, just wait.” He narrowed his eyes and backed out of the room slowly to add affect. "Idiot.” You said and a few moments later he returned into dry clothes.
He closed the door and slid into bed beside you, pulling you into him chest and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“You smell like pool.” You scrunched your nose and tried to pull away but his arms were stronger.
“Oh well.” He shrugged and placed a kiss on your neck, causing your entire body to tense. “Stop.” you said, able to keep your voice steady. He just continued to kiss your neck in different places.
“C-Colby.” you had warning in your voice. He wasn’t your boyfriend he shouldn’t be doing this. “Yes?” He asked as if he wasn’t doing anything and kissed your collar.
“Stop.” You pulled away but he pulled you back and flipped around so he was hovering above you.
“Are you sure?” He asked and put his lips extra close to yours, causing your heart to race.
This was the most sexual you guys have ever been so it had you by surprise. You looked up at him and he had a smirk on his lips.
He got closer and you went to kiss him but he pulled back.
“Eh I’m hungry.” He smirked and slid off of You, leaving you there in shock. You just wanted to kiss him but he had to be a tease.
“Fuck you.” You growled and crossed your arms.
“Ah fuck it I can’t punish you.” He sighed and turned quickly, pushing his lips onto yours roughly and pressing you into the bed.