so seriously just look at both their faces

His Nickname For You (All)

Warnings: NONE

Word count: 610


Originally posted by moan-s

Scott: “Love”

He loves to call you this ever since you first said “I love you”. He remembers the way you were so shocked when he finally said it to you. He remembers the way your eyes lit up so wide and the biggest smile grew on your face. Scott loves to make you blush and smile by calling you love. His favourite thing is when he just randomly calls you it, and you shiver every time because it makes you so happy. Just the word coming out of his mouth can make your day.

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Stiles: “Babe/Baby”

Stiles, being the sarcastic human that he is, only really uses pet names in two circumstances; if he’s making a stupid comment or really looking after you. For example, if you’re both in class and you get something wrong, he will say something snarky like “Seriously babe? You didn’t get that?” Stiles does it purposely because he knows you blush and cringe at his words. But then you can also get sensitive Stiles, the one who really loves you and will do anything to care for you. If you’re upset or worried about something, he will gently rub your back and place a kiss on the top of your head, whispering soft words like “You can do this baby” and “I love you, baby” just because he can, and just because he loves you.

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Derek: “Princess”

Derek loves to spoil you and treat you like royalty. Like his princess. You love the way he will compliment you randomly, whether it be on something small like he likes the way your hair looks, or something big, such as he loves the way your eyes light up when he walks in the room. Derek knows that you have a really long day with school and then work straight after, so when you get time to go to his loft, he makes a big deal for you. He will relax you by giving you massages and telling his princess how much he loves her and playing with your hair to make you melt into his arms. It’s in those special moments that Derek realises he will never get so lucky in life then when he managed to get you to be his princess.

Originally posted by ultimateteenwolf

Liam: “Bub”

You hate this nickname so much, but at the same time you love it with all your heart. It started off when you were teasing Liam over text and you tried to call him “a silly little pup” but it autocorrected as “bub”. He then turned the teasing on you and now calls you this nickname to annoy the hell out of you. But you don’t mind really, because it comes from Liam. If it was anyone, you would snap their arm off at the elbow, but because it was YOUR Liam that did the messing around, you didn’t care. You loved it. But he was never to find out ;)

Originally posted by laheys-girl

Isaac: “Beautiful”

Isaac loves to make you feel good…yes like that but also by simply calling you nicknames that make you smile. If he knows that you’re feeling down, he will make an extra effort to make you feel special. He will do simple things like kiss you for a long time, buy you flowers or hug you tightly, or it could be massive gestures like taking you out for dinner. He knew you dealt with body image issues and constantly doubted yourself, but he told you not to. He makes you feel like a princess and would do anything to make sure you knew it. Isaac loves you with his whole heart and won’t ever let you forget it.

“Instagram frightens me,” Bucky said, frowning at the screen on his phone.

Steve peeked at it as he passed by, then took a step backward to give it a good, long look. “…Why are they talking about our pecs like that?”

Natasha perked up from playing on her own phone. “How are they talking about your pecs?”

“Look what you’ve done,” Bucky hissed at the blond, hurriedly pulling his phone to his chest protectively.

Steve shrugged and held hands up helplessly. “Sorry.”

Natasha had already pulled his Instagram up on her phone. “You accepted my request, idiot.”

“Show me how to delete her, Steve,” Bucky ordered, shoving his phone at him.

“Too late–Oh my God.” She began laughing, and it had just an edge of meanness to it. “You guys actually thought posting a picture after one of your runs while your white shirts were saturated with your sweat was a good idea?!” Natasha actually began rocking side to side in her seat, cackling. “I’m dying–oh my God someone help-!”

Bruce walked into the living room and frowned when he saw her laughing. “What happened? Did an enemy meet a hilariously gruesome end?”

“They’re talking about Steve and Bucky’s tits!” Natasha shrieked, and finally rolled off the love seat, she was laughing so hard.

Bruce looked at her a long moment before he said, “Okay.” Then he turned on his heel and left.

Natasha was still laughing, so Steve and Bucky left too, before they had to listen to her tell someone else about how their fans were talking about their chests.


Unfortunately, for the next three days, Natasha burst out laughing every time she saw them, and soon the rest of the team knew about it. Apparently no one actually looked at the comments on their posts anymore since they could only handle so many heart-eye emojis, but they were suddenly willing to bear with it for the hilarious comments.

“Oh God damn it,” Bucky whispered when Sam handed him a plate with two pancakes on it, whipped cream nipples standing nearly as proudly as the other man’s smile.

“Sorry, man,” Sam laughed, not sounding sorry at all.

Steve looked like he might laugh as well, until Sam gave him a plate with the same thing. “Sam.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t make fun of you, too?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, before brightening when Natasha came in. “Natasha, did you see my masterpieces?”

Natasha looked at them, their pancakes, and then turned around to walk right back out, laughing again.

Bucky bent his fork in half.


Tony had been overseas for a business meeting, so he’d missed everything, and Natasha had finally stopped laughing herself to tears when she saw them. They were pretty sure they would get away with Tony never finding out.

Except Natasha was a huge fucking BITCH.

“Tony, you’re back!” Natasha exclaimed when he walked in, still wearing a rumpled suit.

Tony squinted at her, still jetlagged, but he’d wanted to see everyone before he crashed and slept for eighteen hours. Seeing nothing immediately out of the ordinary, he simply agreed, “Yes.”

She skittered over to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, grinning. “Tony, who do you think has the best tits?”

Steve and Bucky both had the distinct thought ‘I’m going to murder her.’

Tony blinked at her slowly. “…You do.”

Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it. “…That’s so sweet,” she finally decided, actually looking flattered, before she slapped her hands down on each of the men’s shoulders. “But I meant between Steve and Bucky.”

“Oh.” Tony wandered closer, humming thoughtfully as he peered very intensely at their chests.

After a moment, he reached out and cupped Steve’s pecs in his hands, either ignoring or not noticing the way he tensed up and squeaked. Bucky would have made fun of him except he made the same noise when Tony abruptly turned and did the same thing to him. He hummed again, then placed a hand on both of their pecs.

“…I can’t decide,” Tony said, and then did not move away.

They stared at him for a little while, worried, before Steve cautiously said, “Tony?”

Tony jerked as if he’d been shocked. “Huh?” He looked at his hands on both of their chests. “…I need to sleep,” he decided, and gave their chests a pat. “I apologize for molesting you.”

“It’s not molesting if we want it,” Bucky blurted out, and then set his jaw, because what the fuck, brain?!

Tony patted his cheek just a little too hard. “Maybe you need some sleep too.”

Bucky gaped as the other man turned and sort of… tottered away.

“He’s going to fall asleep in the elevator,” Clint said fondly.

Bruce sighed and got up to trot after him. “Tony, let me help you.”

“Be careful, Bruce,” they heard him warn as the doors began to shut. “I’m molesting people.”

“Quite honestly I would prefer that to you stabbing me to see if I’ll turn into the Hulk,” Bruce replied blandly.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest when he noticed Sam grinning at him, blushing. “What?!”

“Tony grabbed your boobs,” Sam said, then burst out laughing. “And he didn’t even notice!”

Steve turned to look at Bucky, frowning. “Do you just wanna leave the country?”

Yes,” he answered immediately and viciously.

“I think,” Natasha said, leaning down to put her face between theirs. “That you’re missing the point.”

Bucky glared at her. “And what point is that, you troublemaker?”

“Tony couldn’t decide which of your chests he likes better,” she explained, as if he was an idiot. “So maybe when he’s not about to fall asleep on his feet, you can offer to let him check again.”

“…I don’t understand why you’re like this,” Steve admitted.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “You’re both hopeless.”

“Seriously,” Clint said, raising an eyebrow. “She gave you the perfect opening to hit on Tony and you’re being too prude to do it.”

“Am not!” Steve answered immediately, because he never liked being told he was too anything, and Bucky got the sinking feeling that Steve was going to march him to Tony as soon as he heard he was awake to do just that.

“Couldn’t we just buy him flowers?” he asked, but Steve had that determined look to him. “Steve please.”

“We can get him flowers and ask whose chest is better,” Steve allowed. “It will be mine, by the way, so you can pick out the flowers.”

Bucky turned to glare at him, appalled. “No way, my chest is way better than yours! You’re gonna be super embarrassed when Tony tells you so, too!”

Natasha rolled her eyes as they began bickering and walked over to flop down next to Sam. “What did we do to get stuck with these idiots?”

“I don’t know about you, but Steve basically harassed me,” Sam replied, shrugging. “Whenever someone says ’on your left,’ I still get irrationally angry.”

Title: Dark Chocolate

Title: Dark Chocolate
Type: Slight angst, SecretAdmirer!Jaehyun
Characters: Reader X Jaehyun (ft. Johnny)
Word Count: 2,022

A/N: I don’t even know why I wrote this but please enjoy loves!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.


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The Boy Named Yoongi

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1,381 words

Summary: Valentine’s day is coming up and you had no interest in that but that was only until you realized you still liked your middle school crush; the boy who harshly rejected you.

WARNING: Sexual assault (It’s briefly mentioned but I just want everyone to know just in case)

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“I’m dead dear, not stupid.”

Pairing: James March x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1425


Your shift working at the concierge desk was almost over. The man checking in was good looking and not to mention, very kind to you as well. Yes, you’re married to James, but it didn’t hurt to look, just as long as you kept it at that.

“And what’s your name, beautiful?” The man asked with a sweet smile while rubbing his chin.

You smiled back. But hey, you weren’t flirting, the man was just asking a simple question. There’s nothing wrong with that. “Y/N.” You turned around to hand him a key to his room, then continued, “Yours?”

“Matthew.” He replied, taking his key gently from your hand.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure from upstairs by the railing, which caused you to look. To your surprise, it was your husband, James, just standing there wearing his striped suit and hat, leaning on his cane, staring at you. 

You didn’t want him to get to you, so you quickly looked away and looked back at Matthew. “Well Matthew, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your stay. Give us a ring if there’s anything that you need.”

“Of course. Well, don’t work too hard gorgeous.” Matthew grabbed his small suitcase from the floor, then made his way to the elevator.

You looked back to where James stood, only to see that his figure was gone. So you just rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what you were in for later. James always was the jealous type. You were used to it by now, so instead of stressing about it, you just went back to organizing your area and waited for Iris to arrive for her shift.

It wasn’t long until she arrived.

Iris arrived through the front door, you could hear the LA traffic before the door closed behind her. She looked very refreshed.

“Somebody looks like she’s in a good mood. Where did you go?” You asked curiously.

“Ramona & I just had a nice meal.” Iris replied, putting her hands on her belly as she made her way behind the concierge desk to take your place. You knew exactly what she meant by meal as in human blood.

To your disgust, you responded with sticking your tongue out and pointing a finger to it which made Iris giggle a little.

“Hey doll.” Out of the blue comes Liz. Standing across from the desk, she raises a brow and rests a hand on his, quickly tapping her fingernails on it one by one. “I have a message for you.” She emphasizes the word ‘you’ pretty well.

“What’s up, Liz?” You asked while twirling your fingers through your hair, looking confused.

“James said to meet you for dinner in 20 minutes. The usual room.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically. There’s nothing you’re dreading more than seeing James right now. You love your husband, you really do, but you just weren’t in the mood today for his nonsense. Dragging your feet, you grabbed your cell phone and keys, then slowly made your way to the elevator towards your bedroom.

The first thing you did upon entering your room was throw your phone and keys on the bed. You sighed, then went inside your closet, running your fingers through your clothes until you found an outfit to wear for tonight’s awkward dinner. Finally, you decided to throw on black leggings, a loose black top, a black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels. You kept your hair down in loose curls and quickly touched up your makeup. Even though this dinner is the last thing you wanted to do today, you cared enough to at least look decent for James.

You hummed a tune to your favorite song while walking down the dim, silent halls until you reached the designated room. 1920′s Jazz music from the record player quietly leaked through the door. You knocked before opening the unlocked door to somewhat announce your arrival. 

“And who might this be?” James asked, staying seated in his chair.

“It’s me.” You announced once you were in his view.

“Ah yes.” The way James said it sounded rather irritable.

Once you sat down in your seat across from James, that’s when Miss Evers comes to fill his glass. He was basically waiting for you arrive before starting on drinking, no matter how long he had to wait. While Miss Evers was pouring James’ glass, he was looking directly at you with a stern look on his face, moving his hand left and right for her to keep pouring, then quickly put his hand up for her to stop and leave him be.

He didn’t scare you though, so you just sat there, staring back at him with a straight look on your face. 

For the first few minutes, you both just sat there in silence. Eventually, you got annoyed with the continuous stares without a word coming out of James’ mouth. You took a sip of your wine and held the glass in your hand. “Okay seriously James. Enough. What?”

James took in a deep breath before finally getting his word out to respond, “I imagine you are aware as to why I sent Liz to notify you about our small arrangement?” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. And?” Finally, Miss Evers served your dinner which you were pretty excited about because you were starving, so you set the napkin cloth on your lap and started on your meal.

James, on the other hand, didn’t touch his food. I mean, he’s a ghost anyways so it doesn’t even matter. “You should feel lucky I spared that man’s life since business has been slow this past month.”

“Spared his life? What are you…What do you mean? He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just being friendly.” You lied. Matthew was flirting a little, but you didn’t want the truth to come out of your mouth, so you just continued to deny James’ assumption.

“I’m dead dear, not stupid.” James glared at you, then took another sip of his bourbon filled glass.

Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

You’re not going to lie though, what James just said to you was by far the best comeback he’s ever had. A huge part of you wanted to burst out laughing, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, so you kept your little poker face on for now. 

Since a word didn’t come out of your mouth, James continued, “May I remind you that you are mine. Do not let this happen again.”

“Okay, yeah. Fine. Whatever.” You didn’t agree with James, but you did so anyways or else this will go on forever. James will always be the overprotective and jealous husband. It was the Scorpio in him.

James felt some sort of relief, so he finally started on his dinner. “Now. If this shall happen again, see to it that I will torture a man and tie you to a chair to watch.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself.” If James just kept his mouth shut after you surrendered, everything would be just peachy. But he just HAD to add on. So instead of sitting there any longer, you got out of your seat, darting towards the door, with your arms straight down, with both hands in a fist.

“That’s enough!” James immediately followed after you, grabbing at your left wrist to face your body towards him, then grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you against a wall. Miss Evers was coming in through the back with a cart of dessert, but once she saw James in a rage, she hurriedly walked back out. 

James put both of his hands on the wall, leveled with your ears, then punched the wall once with his right fist. “I’ve grown tired of your attitude, Y/N! I provide for you anything you need and more! And I ask for nothing but your love and undying loyalty!”

“Okay, James. I get it.” You whispered, sounding understanding. It surprised James a little because for almost this entire dinner, you stuck with nothing but a stubborn attitude. To a normal girlfriend, having their boyfriend freak out like that would’ve scared them. But you weren’t scared of James. Not one bit. But you could see it in his eyes that you hurt him. You may not be as jealous as he is, which will take more time to get used to, but that’s okay because you have all the time in the world to get used to it. And someday, you’ll even have all of eternity to.

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Request- Hiiii! Can I request a Jimin smut where he has always love you, but you are (Jhope or Jin’s) girlfriend, but your bf is a playboy and always cheating on you, and you went to see him and caught him cheating, and well Jimin comforts you? 

Hey, sorry for the wait. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy! 

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Your afternoon classes were cancelled, so you decided to surprise your boyfriend of two years, Hoseok. When you first met Hoseok he was a total player, he got more ass then a toilet seat. But he charmed you. At first you didn’t give into him, not wanting to be one of his easy fucks, but he swept you off your feet. He never cheated.. not that you knew of. 

The only person that did know was Hoseoks roommate, Jimin. Jimin was madly in love with you. He thought you were the most perfect girl in the world and would kill to call you his, but unfortunately Hoseok called dibs. Hoseok at first was loyal to you, but not now. He had been fucking one of his co-workers for the last 3 weeks. He told Jimin it was cause you were to busy for him with school and he needed a release, that he still loved you. But Jimin didn’t want you with Hoseok, he didn’t deserve you.. ever. 

Jimin fell in love with you over the two years, getting to know you. You stayed over often, always waking up earlier then Hoseok you would make breakfast and always include Jimin. Jimin loved your laugh, how you always cared for him. You both quickly became friends, the feelings Jimin had growing more and more. He got off to your moans that echoed through the apartment. Jimin was so jealous of Hoseok and how he got to hold you and kiss you and love you. Jimin wasn’t going to miss his chance to have you when the time came. 

Jimin wanted to tell you, but ever time her went to, he couldn’t. He couldn’t bare seeing you cry. Jimin was sitting in the kitchen listening to Hoseok fucking that girl again, thinking of what he would do if you broke up with Hoseok. He would treat you like the queen you are. He heard keys in the door. He looked up to see your smiling face. 

“Hey Jimin, is Hoseok home?” Your innocent face looked perfect, as usual. You waited but he didn’t respond, sop you walked to Hoseoks room. Opening the door he was eating a girl out, he head lolling back, her hands in his hair. Like you did so many times before. You dropped your phone in shock, Hoseok looked up at your tear stricken face. 

“You’re disgusting, Hoseok!” You scream, picking up your phone and running towards the door. Hoseok runs after you, he grabs your arm before you could walk out the door. 

“Don’t go! It was a mistake, I’m so so sorry baby. I-I don’t know what happened.” Hoseok spurts out quickly. 

“Don’t touch me!” You pull your arm back and out of his grasp. Hoseok tries to touch you again, but his roughly away from you. 

“She said don’t touch her.” Jimin stands in between you both. 

“Jimin, This is none of your business.” Hoseok glares at Jimin. He shoves Jimin out of his way to walk towards your sobbing figure. 

“H-Hoseok, I-I hate you. I never want to see you again.” You hand him back his key and walk out the door. Hoseok tries to go after you, but Jimin punches him. 

“You don’t deserve her. You really fucked you up Hoseok, grow the fuck up you shit.” Jimin glares at Hoseok, slipping on his shoes, grabbing his jacket and slamming the door behind him. 

Just as Jimin gets to the car park, your racing off. Jimin curses and rushes to the side of the road to catch a taxi. He hops in the first one that he sees, rushing out your address. Jimin is nerves, will you even want to see him? He just wants to make you smiles. To see that beautiful smile that he fell in love with. 


You get home and let the tears flow. You loved him, how could he do such a thing. How could just throw your relationship away for a quick fuck? Where you not good enough for him? You were halfway the safe haven your bed would provide, when your door was being pounded on. You groan, wiping away your tears and opening the door. You expected to see Hoseok, but its Jimin. 

“Jimin, what are you doing here?” He brushes past you, entering your apartment. You close the door behind him. He abruptly turns around. 

“I hate Hoseok so much, because he hurt you. You know he never deserved you, everyone knew it. He’s such a piece of shit and you.. You are so perfect.” Jimin scratches his head in frustration. “I just don’t want you to be alone. Yell at me, cry on me.. just let me be here for you.” Jimin was always so sweet to you. 

“Thank you, Jimin. Seriously you have always been so kind to me, but I’m okay. It’s not like I never saw it coming. He used to flirt with girls right in front of me, it was just a matter of when he was going to actually do it.” You laugh sadly. Jimin embraces you in a hug and you let your tears flow. You both stay like that for awhile. You found such comfort in Jimins strong arms. 

You eventually pull back looking at Jimin. He lifts up his hands to cup your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. His eyes were so soft and soothing to look into. He leans in and pecks your lips, its soft and very comforting. He pulls back to see if your okay with it, noticing your not pushing him away, he goes in for another. This time deepening it. It was like he was trying to put all his feelings in to this one kiss. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist you let his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help the moan that escaped. Jimin plops down on your couch, your straddling his hips. His hands are running up and down your thighs, grabbing them with his strong hands, His plump lips leave your and he starts to kiss down your neck. 

“Jimin.” You moan out when he starts to suck and nip on your sensitive skin. Your hands pulling on the strands of his silky hair. His hands smooth up your top, you raise your hands letting him take your top off and toss it somewhere in the room. You reach behind your unclasping your bra, showing Jimin your bare torso. 

“Fuck, you’re you beautiful.” Jimin grunts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking on it. He does the same to the other nipple, leaving open mouth kisses on your bare chest. You grind your core against Jimins hardening core. You Push his jacket off his shoulders, he leans forward to properly take it off. You quickly pull his t-shirt up over his head. You kiss his collar bones, leaving little love bites. You run your hands up and down his tones stomach, you unbutton in jeans. Lifting yourself off him enough to pull his jeans and boxers, revealing his throbbing member. 

“Fuck you’re so hard.” You moan. You start to pump Jimin, your hand running up and down his slit. Just as your were about to get on your knees in front of him, Jimin flips your over so hes hovering over you. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, unbuttoning yours and pulling them off completely, along with your panties. 

“Your dripping, baby.” Jimin smirks grinding his dick up and down your wet pussy. You moan his name, asking him to fuck you already. He slips his throbbing dick into your centre. He stays still for a moment to let you adjust, he kisses you. He kisses you with such love, the way you’ve always wanted to be kissed. The way Jimin looks at you melts your heart. You noticed how he always got brighter around you and you loved it. And right now, Jimin made you feel so special… and amazing. 

“You can move now.” You moan against his lips, wanting him to fuck you already. Jimins hips starts to snack into yours, lose and steady at first, but then he starts to fuck you deep and hard, fucking you into the couch. You cling onto his back, your nails digging into him. Moaning his name likes its the only thing you know. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Baby, am I making you feel good?” Jimin grunts out, his hips still pounding into you. 

“You’re making me feel so so good, Jimin.” You whisper into his ear, kissing his neck softly. Your orgasm builds up in your stomach, Jimin whispering his dirty thoughts in your ear, sending you over the edge. As you come you dig your nails into Jimin more, screaming his name out as you come. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” His seed fulls you up. Jimin thrusts a few more times, milking yours and his orgasms, before he collapses on top of you. You are both trying to catch your breath, your hands running up and down his back to comfort him. Jimin looks up at you. 

“I love you. I want you to know that. I love you so much, Y/N. I have since I met you, I just wasn’t quick enough to ask you out. But I promise I will never hurt you like Hoseok. I will always love you and treat your right. Let me make you happy.” Tears escape your eyes, you pull Jimin’s lips down to yours. 

“You’re so sweet Jimin, but I don’t love you-” You didn’t get to finish your statement. 

“I know you don’t, yet. But let me show you what real love his. I know I can make you happy, just let me love you.” 

“Okay.” You giggle, wrapping your arms around Jimins neck, pulling him flush against your naked body. 


I hope you liked it, and it didn’t such to much. Ugh this killed him Hobi’s not a cheater. God I love him, my baby :( 

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Happy NOT so Birthday

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Request: Can you do a poly! Hamilsquad x reader? Were its the reader’s birthday and the boys forget and its just angst then smut or fluff??(of course only if you feel comfortable) ~ Anonymous

AN: Originally I was going to have a fluffy ending but this time I’m letting you reader to think of the ending yourself this time.

Words: 875

Warnings: Angst; drabble

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Waking up alone this morning, you felt a bit disappointed, wanting nothing but to cuddle and sleep in with your favorite boys. You couldn’t help but smile as you stretched. Today was your birthday. The first birthday you’ll be spending with your boyfriends and luckily for you it fell on a Saturday this year so they didn’t have work.

Walking out of the bedroom you saw Hercules and John playing Mario Kart and Lafayette reading the newspaper.

“Good morning!” You tell them. Hercules and John grunted in response, too invested in the game to pay attention to anything else. Lafayette smiled at you.

“Good morning mon amour.” Was all he said to you before going back to the paper. You looked at him slightly confuzzled.

“Where’s Alex?” You asked.

“He is in his office working as usual.” He casually responded, turning the paper over to read the back.

“Oh, okay.” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice but obviously not well enough.

“Mon amour are you all right?” Lafayette asked you.

“Yeah, I’m fine…uh is there anything good to eat?” You asked as you strolled into the kitchen.

“No and we’re out of milk.” Laf told you. After searching through the kitchen you went with left over Chinese food from the night before. Heating the food up you sat besides Lafayette on the love seat, eating your food.

“So what are the plans for today?” You asked the boys as John groaned in annoyance as he came in last and Hercules won in 1st. Hercules looked over at you.

“Kick John’s ass again in Mario cart.” Hercules responded with a grin as John glared at him.

“Hey you cheated, you knocked me off of the track.” John said, trying to defend himself. You chuckled.

“But seriously though.” You said. “Anything?”

“No just the usual.” Hercules stated with a shrug. “Why what’s today?” He asked you. You gaped at him at the confused expressions on both his face and John’s.

“N-nothing.” You stuttered before standing up. They forgot, they forgot your birthday.

“What’s up with them this morning?” John asked they guys but all they did was shrug.

You couldn’t believe this. It actually kind of hurt. How could they forget this day? Out of everything they could have forgot they forgot this? Quietly you opened the door to Alexander’s office. He’d never forget right? Alex has an excellent mind and for the most part a great memory as well so he wouldn’t forget also, right?

“Why don’t you come take a break Alex.” You suggested, massaging his shoulders slightly. Alex relaxed into your touch.

“Not now, I’m busy.” He told you as he continued to type away on his computer.

“Did you forget too?” You asked quietly as your eyes begun to burn.

“Forget what?” He asked but you never answered him as you stormed out of his office and going back to your room. The boys saw you and looked at each other.

“I’m going out.” You announced the guys, leaving before they could utter a word out.

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You sobbed on Angelica’s shoulder as her and her sisters embraced you into a group hug.

“I wasn’t asking for much, just wanting them to say ‘happy birthday’ its not like I wanted anything, I just wanted to be with them today but they didn’t even remember, not even Alexander.” You sobbed. Angelica comfortingly rubbed your back soothingly.

“I’m going to give those idiots a piece of my mind.” Peggy fumed standing up from her seat.

“No.” Angelica said. “I’ll do it.” Peggy and Eliza looked at one another before nodding. You sat up straighter as Angelica stood and Eliza took her place. Grabbing her coat Angelica grabbed her keys and left her apartment leaving you with her sisters who would cheer you up while she was away.

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Alexander was taking a small break, sitting in the living room with the guys when the front door opened. When Alex looked up and saw Angelica he jumped. She did not look happy and all the boys felt scared.

“What the hell is wrong with you idiot?!” Angelica snapped, glaring at all of them. John visibly shrunk down.

“Wh-What are you talking about?” Alex bravely spoke up and asked her.

“It comes one day every year. All Y/N wanted was one day to spend time with their boyfriends. They weren’t asking for much! Out of everything you guys just had to forget this day!”

“Wait what’s today?” John asked her. She glared at him. Angelica stomped her way towards the kitchen, ripping the calendar off the fridge and stomped back holding it out for them to see.

“It’s Y/N’s birthday! One day. That’s all they wanted was one day and you guys couldn’t even bother with them.” She shook her head in aggravation.

“We didn’t know-” Lafayette was cut off with a sharp, pointed glare from Angelica.

“Save it.” Dropping the calendar on the table before leaving the apartment, getting the rant out of her system.

“How could we forget their birthday?” John asked the guys as he dropped his head into his hands.

“I don’t know.” Hercules responded. They all felt extremely guilty.

What were they going to do now?

BTS as Flirty Starbucks Guys - Jungkook

Request by@belikelasagna: Annyeonggg Request: Them as flirty Starbucks guyss Hope you don’t mind me requesting reeeally often!! :))

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Please remember I’m going to be posting 1 a day for the next 7 days (a member a day) and it’s going to be in the order in which the ideas came to me and I wrote them😋

They all vary in length but I’ll give a word count before each one💁

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Member: Jungkook

Length: 1389 words

Jungkook didn’t know what to do.

Not because he was confused or lost or hadn’t been taught, but because you were standing in the queue, next in line to order your coffee (Cafe Mocha, 2 sugars, extra milk) and you had your hair down and your cheeks were flushed from the cold outside and you looked so pretty and… Crap!

“Jungkook-ah, you have to watch what you’re doing! You could have burnt yourself, or someone else for that matter.”

“Sorry Hoseok-hyung,” Jungkook apologised to his elder sincerely after being scolded for almost spilling hot milk on himself and his hyung, “it won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay Kookie, we’ve all made mistakes like that. At least you’re not as bad as Namjoonie.” Yoongi piped up from his spot on the chair behind the pastries and cakes (seriously, it was his spot. If anyone sat there it was immediate war, which is probably why none of the newer employees lasted longer than a week).

Jungkook laughed slightly at that, his oldest hyung in the Starbucks at the moment knowing how to make him feel better, but then it was your turn and you stepped forward and, what was his name again?

“Hi, how are you today Jungkook-ah?” You asked sweetly, dropping the formalities after he had sputtered out that you didn’t need to use them a couple months ago, a week or two after you’d first gone there.

“F-fine, I’m… hello… I’m okay and you Y/N-ssi?” He stuttered out and rejoiced at the small victory of not forgetting how to speak (no really, it happened last week when you had walked in late in the afternoon one day. Legs clad in leggings and fuzzy boots, giant a sweater hanging off your upper body, the longer than normal sleeves giving you sweater paws which you happily waved as you greeted him just as nicely as always, and Jungkook forgot how to speak. All the words he’d ever learnt left his brain, so he did what any man would do and pretended he was sick and had lost his voice, which – of course ­– was not his best idea to date. That only made you coo and worry over him, telling him he should be home resting and – Hoseok swore – if Jungkook had gone any redder, he could’ve blended in with a fire truck).

“Jungkook-ah, if you say I mustn’t call you Jungkook-ssi then you don’t have to call me Y/N-ssi. I’m in here often enough that I consider us friends, don’t you?” You huffed playfully, remembering that you had actually spoken about being friends when he told you to drop the formalities, and realised then that you actually really hoped he at least thought of you as a friend.

Jungkook just nodded once shyly and shot you a small smile, his big doe eyes not really meeting yours, as he motioned for you to order by pointing at the menu (smooth… not).

Instead of ordering straight away however, you leaned forward and rested your hip against the counter, arms crossed loosely in front of you. This of course made Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly at your proximity and you could see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed gulped.

“Say Hobi,” you started, leaving out the honorifics after he too told you that you didn’t have to use them, “hypothetically speaking,” you glanced away from Jungkook to Hoseok, smiling sweetly. “How would one ask out the person they have a crush on?”

You risked a glance at Jungkook and saw that his eyes were wider than when you had rested against the counter, and heard rather than saw Yoongi choke on a laugh.

Hoseok chuckled more openly, his cheeks tinging red as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and face palmed with the other before sighing and looking back at you.

“I don’t think he’s the best person to be asking Y/N.” Yoongi’s laughter had broken through and he choked out the statement, raising his hands in a ‘sorry’ gesture when Hoseok glared at him but not looking sorry at all.

“Hyung, can you please just drop it already?” Hoseok groaned, shaking his head in frustration and Yoongi shot him a gummy smile, shaking his own head in an obvious ‘no’.

“What am I missing here?” You asked, looking back and forth between the older two boys as Jungkook did the same, looking slightly less bewildered.

“Oh nothing, nothing at all. Just that our one and only Jung Hoseok, caught his girl with some of the most God awful pun/pick up line monstrosities.” Yoongi was basically cackling now and Hoseok looked like he either wanted to murder him or for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, he wasn’t picky, whichever would be easiest.

“You’re joking?” You raised an eyebrow incredulously and looked to Jungkook who just nodded his head and shrugged, his cheeks flushing slightly when you started giggling.

“Why do you ask though?” Hoseok asked, turning your attention back to him, to which you smiled and then quickly winked when Yoongi and Jungkook weren’t looking.

“My friend and I were just talking about it the other day so I was curious about a guy’s opinion, that and I knew you had been crushing on someone.” You grinned and turned back to Jungkook, straightening up from the counter. “I think I’ll switch it up for a change, I have a long day ahead of me. Can I please have a Vanilla Bean Latte with a shot of espresso? Oh and a brownie please Yoongi-ah?”

Jungkook nodded, a small, shy smile on his face as he keyed in your order and started making it, while Yoongi grabbed you your brownie and placed it in a small takeaway packet.

“Can I have a name for your order?” Jungkook asked out of habit, the marker paused in his hand, already done with your name.

“Can I give you my number instead?” You cheekily retorted and 3 things happened simultaneously.

Yoongi groaned and face palmed, mumbling, “Not another one.”

Hoseok burst into laughter, his body folding in half as he clapped and hooted, stumbling towards you for a high five.

And Jungkook… Jungkook knocked over the small glass milk pourer he’d put out for you to add to your Latte, eyes as wide as saucers with his mouth hanging open in a gasp as he flushed from the tips of his ears, all the way down his neck.

Giggling softly to yourself (because where the heck had that confidence come from?), you grabbed a spare drink sleeve and one of the pens on the counter, writing down your number. Then, capping the pen and putting it back, you picked up your drink, put on a lid and blew slightly before taking a sip and grinning.

You could feel your own cheeks starting to heat up when you slid the other drink sleeve over to Jungkook, and the longer he stared at you the warmer they got.

After a minute or two you ducked your head, letting your hair fall forward to partially hide your face and took the few steps over to Yoongi to grab your brownie, offering him a small smile to which he just wiggled his eyebrows.

That – doing the opposite of helping – made you duck your head even more and you took a sip of your Latte, hoping the caffeine would help.

“You’re a cu-tea, you know that Y/N?”

You choked on your coffee, your eyes widening for a change as you whipped your head to look at Jungkook who had suddenly spoken.

Jungkook, who was slowly freaking out inside because that is NOT what he had wanted to say, was still flushed and looked concerned about making you choke, like he wanted to come to you but you just waved him off.

Coughing a few times, you finally met his gaze again and neither one of you looked away, shy smiles curving both of your lips.

“I swear to God if I hear one more line I’m quitting.”

Jungkook would want to hit his hyung for ruining the moment, if you weren’t laughing so hard at the seriousness in Yoongi’s tone and the fake disgusted look on his face, so he left it instead to conclude that he was already well and truly whipped.

No pun intended…

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OKAY, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS VIDEO OKAY

(A/N: I’m also using the official screenplay for this scene to describe some of the actions)

Right, so in this scene you have the two couples of the movie – Newt/Tina and Jacob/Queenie.

First of all, let’s start with the obvious Jacob/Queenie in the scene:

  • The screenplay states that they are “getting on famously” – he’s watching her intently as she talks, hanging onto every word she says and clearly taking an interest in what she’s saying.
  •  He obviously feels sad for her (and Tina) when she tells him about their parents because she says “oh, you’re sweet!”
  • Then he says to her, “Could you stop reading my mind for a second?” – she looks a little offended, a little upset, and that’s probably because she’s used to people asking her to stop reading their minds even though she can’t help it. He sees that because he hurriedly says “Don’t get me wrong, I love it!” – and she giggles (HER GIGGLE IS EVERYTHING OH MY GOD)
  • As written in the screenplay: “QUEENIE giggles, delighted, captivated by JACOB” – SHE IS CAPTIVATED BY HIM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
  • Jacob compliments her on her cooking, saying that it’s “the best meal” he’s ever had – and he’d know because he’s a cook as well; Queenie obviously knows this because she’s so touched and laughs “Oh, you slay me!”.
  • “I ain’t never talked to a No-Maj before!” – don’t you just love how Queenie is as interested in his life as a No-Maj as he is in her life as a witch? It’s so wonderful how they take a genuine interest in each other’s lives from the very start
  • Screenplay: “QUEENIE and JACOB gaze into each other’s eyes” :’)
  • “I am NOT flirting!” – oh, but you kind of are? Just a bit?
  • Screenplay: “JACOB is suddenly very pale and sweaty again, although still trying to look good for QUEENIE”.
  • Queenie immediately appears concerned and asks “Oh, hey, you okay, honey?”
  • JACOB IS IN A PINK BED READING WHAT IS PROBABLY ONE OF QUEENIE’S BOOKS AND WHAT IS PROBABLY HER SLIP AT THE END OF THE BED LIKE DO NOT TOUCH ME
  • SCREENPLAY: “As TINA shuts the door, JACOB gets a quick glimpse of QUEENIE in the other room, wearing a much less demure dressing gown”
  • “Thanks…very much” *obviously staring at Queenie*
  • Queenie knows – of course – and she’s fucking beaming at him like a saint, I LOVE IT

Like, seriously, this scene is so wonderful for them :3

Now we have Newt and Tina’s slightly more subtle relationship emerging:

  • Not really a Newtina thing, but Tina’s face when Queenie says “Tina is the career girl” – like, gosh, absolute FUCKING cinnamon roll right there. And don’t you love how it cuts to a shot of Newt reacting as well? JJJ
  • THEY ARE BOTH JUST SO UNCOMFORTABLE DURING THE DINNER SCENE HOLY SHIT – it’s like, WHY AM I WATCHING THEM FLIRT?!
  • When Jacob says “this meal is insanely good”, Tina looks over at Newt – the filmmakers didn’t put shots of them sharing looks for no reason, THERE IS ALWAYS A REASON FOR A SHOT
  • Screenplay: “NEWT and TINA sit opposite each other, uncomfortably silent in the presence of such affectionate behaviour”
  • Tina is totally wishing she could flirt like Queenie in this scene, don’t lie, which is why Queenie then announces “I am NOT flirting!”
  • And then Tina looks totally embarrassed because Newt looks at her like “???” and she’s like “FUUUUCCK”
  • She takes a really long moment to start speaking, it’s like “okay, how do I recover from this, how do I pretend I wasn’t just thinking about cute his freckles are in the candlelight”
  • Screenplay: “TINA looks put out.”
  • Can we appreciate how she offers Newt (and Jacob) the bedroom, like, she barely knows them and yet she offers them beds.
  • “Okay, you guys can bunk in here” – Newt looks kind of like “…Oh…right…”
  • Tina then tilts her head, and I honestly think she’s thinking to herself in a small voice “I’m just trying to be nice though”.
  • NEWT IS TUCKED IN A BLUE BED NEXT TO A BOOK CASE. THAT IS FORESHADOWING AND I WILL NOT HEAR OTHERWISE – WHEN I THINK TINA, I THINK BLUE AND GREY AND BOOKS.
  • Tina knocking on the door “tentatively” (screenplay words, not mine!)
  • SCREENPLAY: “TINA, with some frustration, pointedly places his cup on the bedside table”
  • She’s noticeably irritated that he doesn’t even react or move (again, screenplay says it)

I JUST LOVE THIS SCENE OKAY

The Misadventures of a Team Called Voltron

It’s been a while but I’ve missed my cinabun in the actor!AU. School is school and work is work but I wanted to write again. This is part of @ackerchou actor!AU (check it out if you haven’t already and the other AUs). I swear it was funnier in my head as I was writing this, I promise guys.

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“Er, hi guys? Wait, is this thing even on? How do I know if it’s streaming? Lance!” The camera shifted and a face left the focus of the screen before being shifted several times. Viewers watching this livestream were disappointed at the lack of face and were forced to watch a few seconds of a bland wall.


“Keith, is it on? What the heck are you doing?” A new voice filled the speakers of the camera and viewers stood on the edges of their seats in excitement.


“I don’t know. Is it streaming?” The first voice said and the camera shifted again. Now viewers had the chance to stare at a very ugly carpet on screen.


“How should I know?”


“Haven’t you done this before?!”


“Yeah…”


“Lance!” The first voice cried, voice full of nervousness. The camera shifted several times more and viewers could only see the blurred focus of nothing for a while. Eventually, (with much patience) two familiar faces filled the screen. One was beaming, wearing a smile that was familiar with everyone while the other was nervously waving into the camera.

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I’ll Come Back for You Part 7

Poe dameron x reader

Summary: Y/N watches as her father confronts her brother. (I totally don’t feel like writing a summary but you get the gist of it.)

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of blood and death.

A/N: Sorry it has been so long since I have posted this! But yay I finally got to post it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

I do not own anything!!!!

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“Come on Alex - stop the photos!”

“Why Y/N? The weather is great, you look great, I look great. Why can’t I take pictures to remember the night?” Alex rebuffed. You rolled your eyes and began to walk away from him, heading towards the club.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to remember just fine without you being so snap-happy.” Alex chased after you eagerly and you came to a halt outside the entrance.

“But you should know by now that I’m your personal paparazzi! You walk around looking like a movie star, so I have to take pictures, or else none of the guys will believe me when I tell them about you.” He told you. You gave into him and smiled at the Dane.

“Fine. You can take the pictures but just in moderation. You have around 200 already. It’s creepy. I’m not famous like you - I like my privacy.” You said before you took Alex’s hand and dragged him into the club. Moments after you entered the club you were overwhelmed with the sounds and the large number of people in the one small space. You turned to Alex. “I’m just going to find us a booth. Do you want to get us some drinks?” He nodded and turned to the bar while you headed over to one of the booths in a quieter area of the club.

You could see Alex moving towards the booth moments later and as you were about to call out to him a body sat down opposite you. A tall man with a beard had sat across from you and was smiling widely at you. “Hi.” He greeted in a strong Irish accent. You looked at him confused and in your peripheral vision you saw Alex had rested the drinks down on a nearby table and was watching the interaction with a clenched jaw. You were so distracted by the outline of his jawline that you missed the Irishman’s words.

“Sorry?”

The man didn’t look particularly bothered and repeated himself again. You tried to politely nod along until the time would come when you had to reject him. That time soon came when leant across the table a bit and looked at you intensely.

“So, do you wanna get a drink and get out of here?” He asked, a flirty smile on his face. As you were about to politely decline Alex came over and plopped the drinks down on the table, the liquid sloshing on to the table.

“Hey babe, I got us our drinks.” He said before turning to the Irishman pretending he didn’t know what he had been trying to do. “Oh, who are you? Babe, is this one of your friends?”

The Irishman turned to you angrily. “You have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you say so instead of stringing me along and flirting with me?” Before you could reply Alex did so.

“Come on buddy. You can’t possibly think that she was flirting with you. You didn’t even let her say anything, all she could do was nod.”

The man had now stood up and was looking outraged. “This bitch was stringing me along as some sort of sick game! She’s probably just using you too!”

When the man called you a bitch that was it for Alex. He grabbed your hand and tugged you up from the booth, pulling you out of the club and away from the man who was still yelling at you.

“Alex! Alex stop! Alex!” You yelled as he walked down the sidewalk still holding your hand. You called his name again before he finally stopped and looked at you.

“What?” He asked, his aggression seeping into his words.

“Will you calm down. It’s late, let’s just go home. You have work tomorrow anyway.”

Alex looked at you and sighed. He brought you closer to his body and hugged you tightly. “I just hate for anyone to treat you like that when you didn’t even do anything wrong.”

“It’s fine Alex. It doesn’t matter.” He looked at you seriously and cupped your face with his hands. You were taken aback at the gesture.

“It matters to me ‘cause I care about you.”

You didn’t know what to say so you kissed him instead. It was short and sweet but it meant the world to the both of you. But of course Alex decided to ruin the moment.

“Can I take one more picture? Just to celebrate?” You smiled at him lovingly and nodded.

“You can take as many pictures as you like.”


You and Alex were sitting on the couch and Alex had presented you with a photo album. You looked at him sceptically but he just gestured for you to open it, so you did. You gasped when you saw the pictures inside - they were all of you. You on your own, you with the Vikings cast, you with your family, and you with Alex.

“Wow. How long did this take you?” You asked bewildered.

“About a year, but some of the photos are before then. A few are from University, but the rest are from the last year or two.” He replied coming to sit next to you. “Do you like it?”

You turned to him and smiled, giving him a kiss. “I love it Alex. But why would you do this for me?”

“I think that something as beautiful as you deserves to be photographed. Even if they aren’t famous. Everyone deserves to have a personal paparazzi. Including you Y/N.” Your smile was so wide it hurt. You leapt forward and kissed your boyfriend passionately, hands running through his hair. You pulled away for a moment to utter something quickly.

“It’s still kinda creepy though.”


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I’ve got a thing for a jealous Alex Hogh, YN is not an actress ,but he’s very protective of her. what do you think?

May I ask for an Alex Hogh Andersen imagine? he’s in love with Yn and loves to take pics of her without her noticing( he calls himself her personal papparazzi) and she’s not an actress or famous in any way. so,later when they’re dating,he shows her the album he made with pics of her :)

fic: How to (Try to) Propose to Phil Lester

title: how to (try to) propose to phil lester

genre: fluff / rating: pg-13 / warnings: swearing

word count: 5500

description: “we have one month, the best proposal wins, and the loser has to get the other’s name tattooed on their ass at the wedding.”

or, the one where they both intend to propose to each other on the same night and dan isn’t having any of it.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Phil doesn’t even blink. “Most people say yes when their significant other of over six years proposes, but then again we’ve never really been ‘most people’ have we?”

a/n: when i spend two months writing a fic, you know it’s gonna be good. i hope. enjoy!

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Red Nightmare... (Simon Request)

“Foods here” You call as you walk into the house and slip off your shoes.
No response. That’s strange. Usually the boys would be straight down to see you.
“Simon? JJ?” You shout up the stairs, “Josh! Vikk?”
You are about to walk into the kitchen when someone stops you.
“No no no hang on a second (y/n)” JJ laughs, one foot on the other side of the door stopping you from getting through.
“What’s going on Jide?” You frown, hearing the sniggers of the other guys too. Except from Simon.
“Your boyfriends in a bit of trouble” Vikk chuckles.
“Guys let me in” You urge and soon enough JJ opens the door.
Simon is perched on the island in the kitchen with bright red hair dye covering the top of his head.
“Oh for fucks sake Simon” You smirk, rolling your eyes.
“They made me do it!” He retorts
“Go wash it off, I wanna see what this looks like” Josh cackles.
“Don’t we all?” You exclaim, setting the pizzas down on the counter and opening them all up, “Here you go guys”
All three of them dive in and your boyfriend goes off to wash his hair.
After a while, the guys are almost through half their pizza and you begin to question where exactly Simon had got to.
“Babe?” You announce, walking into the shared bedroom you guessed he would be in.
“I look like a period” He groans, his voice slightly muffled behind the pillow that his face was crashed onto.
You laugh and turn the corner of the room to see the bright scarlet on top of his head.
“Holy shit” You burst out into laughter.
“(Y/n) shut up” He grumbles, rolling over and sitting up to look at you, a pout on his lips.
“No I mean, it is just a bit-” You stop as a giggle breaks from your lips, “Extravagant”
“I literally look like shit babygirl” He shrugs his shoulders even through the smile tugging on his face at the sound of you laughing, “I wouldn’t blame you for leaving me until this gets sorted out”
“I wouldn’t go that far, I’ll just start telling people I’m a lesbian from now on” You purse your lips to stop from laughing at your own joke.
“Piss off” He smirks, getting up and walking over to you so he can see it in the mirror, “I’ve seriously fucked up”
“Still want your pizza?” You raise your brows.
His lips curl into a smile and you both head downstairs to where he is greeted by a loud chorus of laughter from his friends.
“Shut up. It’s not permanent” He states, sitting on one of the barstools and beginning to eat his food.
“Simon can you pass me the ketchup please?” Josh asks, trying to reach over to it.
“He’s used it all on his hair” Vikk mumbles and Simon glares at him.
“Oh come on guys, he looks alright” You get up and walk round to the fridge, “He’s our little lesbian”

Better Together (Smut) Part One

Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!

Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Again a two part, because it became rather long. 

Better Together (Smut) Part One

“Cheers to you being home… for a while at least” I yelled, trying to out speak the noise in the bar. Shawn clucked at me, before raising his glass clinging it into mine.

“And our new apartment together” he hurried to say.

“And our friendship” I joined in, laughing.

“Best friend for ever, bitch” Shawn smiled at me.

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“What just happened?!” A Barry Allen/Cisco Ramon imagine

(Y/n) (Y/l/n) was new to Central City and was especially new to S.T.A.R Labs. She was a sweet girl with a killer sense of humor. Which is why it wasn’t surprising for both Barry Allen and Cisco Ramon to develop their own massive crushes on you.You thought both boys were too funny. 

Currently Cisco was waiting on your coffee order, a trick he thought of the night before. He was playing with his phone before he heard a familiar cough. He turned to see Barry. Cisco went to greet him but noticed the flower he had in his hand. 
“Aw! You got Iris a flower! That’s so sweet!” Cisco smiled innocently. Barry laughed with his head thrown back in laughter. 

“Nah this is for (Y/n)-”

“TWO COFFEE’S FOR A CISCO RAMON?!” Cisco turned and grabbed the two coffee’s as Barry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Something was off…
“I though Caitlin already has her coffee when she first comes in?” Barry eyed Cisco suspiciously. Cisco nodded. 

“I know. This is for (Y/n).” Both their eyes widened at the realization as to what was taking place. 

“YOU LIKE (Y/N)?!” They both stated at the same time. They both pointed a finger at each other. 

“DIBS!” They both shouted again earning them weird looks from the people around them. Both boys glared at each other with daggers in the others eyes. Barry sped off leaving Cisco in the dust as he cursed and ran from the building. 

Meanwhile you were laughing with Caitlin about how oddly the boys had been acting. 

“I mean seriously how haven’t you noticed that they’re completely mad for you!?” She complained as you tossed your (y/c/h) out of your face from laughing so hard. You had to admit they were both good looking guys and knew how to treat a woman. But you could have sworn lately they had been at each others throats. 

“I don’t know I guess…I just figured they were both…I don’t know…asserting dominance?!” You giggled at your wording before you felt a gust of wind. Barry was suddenly in front of you with (Y/f/f). You gasped as you looked at him with shocked eyes. 
“Barry! This is so…unexpected.” You looked to Caitlin over his shoulder as he gave you a toothy grin. “It’s very sweet…thank you Barry!” You hugged him causing his heart to swell. Meanwhile a panting Cisco burst into the room.

“I have…a gift…for you…(Y/n).” He almost collapsed in front of you as he handed you a cup of coffee. Your eyes widened as he slowly rose to his feet. He held his arms open with a weak grin as he still proceeded to try and catch his breath. You looked around as HR walked in. He grinned at you and pushed through the two men. 

“Hi baby!” He said as he wrapped his arm around your waist with a grin on his face as you giggled. Barry and Cisco’s eyes widened as Cisco gasped. Covering his mouth in shock as Caitlin laughed from her seat. Both boys looked shocked when you and HR pulled away. 

It wasn’t fair! They were there first.

“Want to go get lunch?!” HR suggested. 

“Sure! Lead the way handsome.”
HR looked at Barry and Cisco. 

“You boys want to go!?” 

“No thanks…I’m going to go bury myself alive.” Cisco avoided eye contact as Barry sighed.

“I’ll help you out.” 

88. Hold out your hand and close your eyes.

A/N: This is I think the fifth one? Prompt #88.

Word count: 1177

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“Just do it, Sweetheart!” he laughs, watching her nervously gaze at him.

“I don’t want to! I’m scared of what you’ll do!” she protests, shaking her hands out as she took a slow breath.

“I won’t do anything bad,” he says, his smile leaving her breathless for just a second. Shouldn’t it be a sin to have such a perfect smile?

“Show me your hands,” she commands, watching as he held them up for her to examine. “Sam? Your hands.”

Sam, who had been quietly observing, raises his eyebrow.

“What makes you think I’m in on whatever this is?” Sam asks, looking wounded that she would think that he would take part.

“It’s probably because I switched out your coffee for decaf and you guys finally realized it and now you two want to get back at me,” she returns, watching his head cock to the side a little.

“You what?” Dean shouts, and she nervously grins at him. Maybe they hadn’t caught onto that…?

“Okay, so it’s not for that. Let me see your hands, Sam, and I’ll do it,” she bargains, looking between the two of them.

Sam flashes his hands, and she sees something move in his sleeve.

“I knew it!” she screeches, backing away from him. “What is it? I won’t let you do it unless you tell me what that was.”

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Dean says, grinning even wider. “You said you’d do it. Trust me, it won’t be anything bad.”

“But whatever it was, it was fuzzy,” she pouts, making a face at him. “It could be a tarantula or something gross.”

“It’s not gross, and it can’t hurt you,” Sam says soothingly, and she reluctantly sticks her hands out.

“Close your eyes,” Dean tells her, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot before finally closing them. “There we go. Now don’t drop it, okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut tighter as she felt a tiny weight being placed in her hands. “Ew it’s fuzzy! It’s fuzzy!”

She feels hands underneath hers, and she very seriously considers dropping this thing into the hands and running for the hills.

Then she feels it nibbling on her thumb.

“It’s trying to eat me! Take it away! Take it away!” she shrieks, turning her face away so that even if she did open her eyes she wouldn’t have to see whatever it was.

“Just open your eyes and stop whining,” Dean says, and she whimpers as she opens her eyes, taking a quick peek to the brown mass in her hands before looking away once more.

“I swear if this is a giant ass spider I’m going to punch both of you in the dick,” she says, feeling the thing move slightly.

“You’re freaking out but you haven’t even looked yet,” Sam says in a playful tone, and she finally turns her face to look at the thing.

In her hands is a baby bunny, small, brown, and fuzzy.

“Oh!” she cries, lifting the thing closer to her face. “It’s so cute!”

“See? All that worrying for nothing,” Sam says, taking a step back from her. So it had been his hands under hers. She knew they weren’t Dean’s. They felt too big.

“It’s just…” she trails off, pressing the small creature to her cheek. “Dean?”

“I found it a little while ago and thought you might like it,” he says with a barely-there tint to his cheeks.

“Oh, it’s just so cute,” she repeats, looking into tiny beady eyes and the nose that wiggled so adorably.

“Okay, one more time,” Dean says, and she looks up to him quickly. “Give Sam the bunny and close your eyes.”

“I thought this was the present,” she says in a cautious voice as Sam took the baby bunny from her hands.

“That was to make you trust that I’m not going to put a bug in your hands,” he says with a knowing grin.

“Well, now that you’ve got my guard down, that would be the perfect time to put a bug in my hands,” she protests.

“Just close your eyes and hold out your damn hand,” Dean snaps grumpily.

She makes a face and does as he says, flinching when something cold is pressed into her hand. She feels Dean close her hand around the object, and when she look at him, his hand is still around hers.

“Dean?” she has a feeling that she might know what the object is, but she always thought that he would be more romantic about this.

“It’s not an engagement ring,” he says seriously, his green eyes holding hers.

“Oh,” she whispers, trying not to sound disappointed.

“But it’s an engagement ring,” he says quickly, and she looks to him curiously.

“Oh?” is all she can whisper. He hasn’t let her hand go yet so she can see what she’s dealing with.

“Dean, just let her look at it,” Sam says gently, holding the baby bunny in one big hand while watching his brother.

Dean’s eyes hold hers as he slowly releases her hand, letting her open her hand that had been clamped around the ring.

The coloring of it is not what a usual engagement ring looked like, and when she looks closely, she understands.

“You’re all about practicality and… I just thought that this was more practical than some flashy gold thing,” he explains softly. “It’s made of silver and iron, and there’s a little band of brass in there too, I think. And I got Bobby to etch an anti-possession sign on the inside.”

“Dean, I…” she’s speechless, staring at the mottled looking metal band.

“Like I said, it’s not an engagement ring but… It’s an engagement ring?” his voice pitches up slightly at the end like a question.

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?” she whispers, holding the ring tightly in her hand.

“Yeah?” he returns, unsure. She wasn’t exactly giving him the reaction he had expected.

“Oh my God,” she groans, throwing her arms around his neck. “Yes. You don’t even have to ask.”

He hugs her close, grinning as she pulled back to kiss him before slipping the ring onto her finger.

“It’s a good fit,” she smiles at him. “Tight, so it won’t fall off.”

“Told you,” Sam mutters, and she looks to the taller Winchester with a question in her eyes. “He didn’t think you’d like it.”

“Of course I love it,” she nods, smiling happily to Dean. “God, a bunny and a ring. Best day of my life.”

“I love you, Sweetheart,” he murmurs gently, lifting her hand to kiss the ring she’s just put on.

“I love you too,” she returns, holding his cheeks to kiss him softly.

“Get a room,” Sam looks away, and she grins as she pulls away.

“Give me Doom,” she says, holding her hands out, and she watches his brows crinkle. “The rabbit. His name is Doom.”

Dean laughs loudly, his face splitting into a grin.

“God, I knew there’s a reason I love you.”