sorry this took 5ever!

gingeremoji  asked:

he doesnt tell anyone to avoid the chirps but dex was a contestant on chopped in high school. nursey just happens to be watching reruns of chopped one day and thus it begins

My dude, sorry this took 5ever. But finals are done now. Yay! Also, I don’t really know how to cook, nor have I watched Chopped, so. Anyway. Enjoy. Thanks for the prompt!


There is one voice in the world Dex had hoped to never hear in the haus, and it was the voice of Food Network chef and TV personality Alton Brown. Yet, that is exactly what he hears when he pushes open the door of his bedroom.

A flash of familiar red hair on the screen has Dex across the room in an instant. He shoves Nursey out of the way and slams the laptop shut.

“Hey, what gives?” Nursey says.

“No,” is all Dex can say in response.

A devilish grin works its way across Nursey’s face. “How come I’ve never gotten to taste your hollandaise sauce? If you could pull off eggs Benedict with pig’s feet and those premade rolls, it’s gotta be killer.”

“No,” Dex repeats, throwing his bag under the desk, and flopping face-first onto the bottom bunk.

Nursey awkwardly uses his heels to roll his chair back from where Dex had pushed him. “So, it’s not killer?”

“No.” It’s muffled this time by Dex’s pillow.

“Did you win? I didn’t even get to see if you won.”

Dex turns his head to the side, so he can glare at Nursey. “Yeah, I fucking won.”

Nursey’s eyebrows raise, impressed. Contradicting his expression, he derisively says, “You sure? If you won, there would be nothing wrong with me seeing the end.”

Dex remains silent. He stares into the distance and wishes he could go back 60 seconds to the time before Nursey learned a secret that made him incredibly annoying. Scratch that – more incredibly annoying.

“I can’t believe that woman beat you. Her soufflé was atrocious. And her salad. Who would garnish a salad with a vegetable? A salad is vegetables.”

“Right? The garnish just became another component of the fucking salad,” Dex whispered.

Nursey has no idea about cooking. He will consume whatever takes the least amount of time to prepare. The other day, Dex found him eating a dinner of spaghetti and cut up Slim Jim. Naturally, Dex had also partaken of the meal. But he wouldn’t have made it.

“Will you at least tell me how it ended?” Nursey is past appealing to Dex’s pride. There’s a hint of a whine in his voice.

“No.”

“Please?”

Dex flicks his eyes to Nursey, acknowledging his desperation. “No.”

Nursey stands. “Please?”

Wariness thaws Dex’s resignation. “No…”

Nursey takes Dex’s hand. “Please?” he says gently.

“No?”

Nursey ducks into the bottom bunk. He straddles Dex’s lower stomach, bends down, and murmurs, “Please?”

A shiver runs down Dex’ spine and through his limbs. His “no” is a little strained.

Another few inches, and Nursey’s lips brush Dex’s ear. Sweat breaks out across his brow. The heat of Nursey’s breaths floods across the side of his face, fills his brain with steam. “PLEASE?” Nursey fucking screams in his ear.

A startled Dex shouts in terror and flails, his elbow catching Nursey under the chin. With a grunt, Nursey rolls to the side as Dex scrambles out of the bed.

“What the fuck, Nurse?” Dex yells.

“Ow,” Nursey mumbles in response. His hand, cupped beneath his chin, is catching the blood dripping from his lip.

“Christ. Fuck.” Dex grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the desk. He shoves them in Nursey’s direction and sits cross legged on the opposite end of the mattress. His heart is still thumping rapidly in his chest.

“Will you tell me now?” Nursey manages around his lip and a wad of tissues.

The blood weakens Dex’s resolve considerably, but he still says, “On a few conditions.” Nursey nods. “You can’t tell anyone else on the team.” A moment. “Or formerly on the team,” he thinks to add.

Nursey shrugs and nods, conceding. “But I get a condition, too, since you broke my face.”

Dex’s expression is deadpan.

“My beautiful face, Dex. I can never dance again.”

With a sigh and an eye roll, Dex says, “Fine.”

“You teach me to cook.”

Dex considers. Best-case scenario, he bonds with his roommate, and he gets to cook in a setting that is not his grandmother’s restaurant, with someone who is not a member of his family. Nursey will hopefully eat his spaghetti with normal meat that is neither slim nor jim.

Worst-case scenario, Nursey slips and falls on a knife or sets his arm on fire, and the team discovers his televised past. The cooking accident and the chirping put Nursey and him in the ground, respectively.

But it could be fun. Dex decides he is practiced enough to avoid the worst-case scenario. He is the primary member of the Nursey Patrol, and kitchen Nursey can’t be too much more of a danger to himself than drunk Nursey.

“Sure,” Dex agrees.

Nursey perks up. “Really?”

Dex glares.

“Alright,” Nursey says.

“Did you watch any of the desert round?” Dex asks, jumping into his story.

“No. You opened the basket and it had sour cream and almond liqueur.”

“It was those and something else. I made cheesecake and put the liqueur in the crust. Wang” - Jean Wang, his opponent – “make some crepe thing. It was honestly a mess.”

“The cheesecake or the crepe.”

“The crepe. You saw her salad.”

“Right.”

“The judges said the crepe had a weird texture. They loved the cheesecake, but –“

“But what?” Nursey gasps dramatically.

“But Alton fucking Brown said it was dry.”

There is a moment of silence in which both men absorb the weight of that criticism. It’s broken by Nursey. “Brah. How the fuck can cheesecake be dry?”

“Right? And the other judges just nodded along with it. But I still won, so.”

“Yeah you fucking won. She made a plain ass salad and crepes. Crepes taste like weird flat noodles.”

Dex nods eagerly. “Uh huh. And imagine a bad crepe. Weirder flat noodle.”

Nursey mimics barfing, stands and grabs his bag. He throws the bloody tissues in the trash, but his lower lip is still swollen. “Fuck Alton Brown. The first thing I want to learn how to make is dry cheesecake.”

“My specialty,” Dex says.

Nursey grins, walks out the door, and leaves for class.

A smile stretches Dex’s lips, hidden in their empty room.

He’s Not Worth It

[Word count: 1,231]

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a one shot where reader is Dean’s teen daughter and just had her first breakup with her cheating boyfriend and feels really insecure and is blaming herself so Dean comforts her. Suuuuper fluffy please. Thanks so much you’re writing is amazing!!! 💘💘💘

hey doll! Thank you so much for the request also sorry i took like 5ever to complete the request i have no excuse tbh oops but this is kinda like movie-style af bc ive only had one boyfriend and our breakup was a mutual agreement so like yeah. Lmao anyway, thankyou so much, I hope I do your request justice!!!

Dean x [Teen Daughter] Reader

Implied! Castiel x Reader ((super super vague and more friendship orientated tbh but take it as you will))

*

The door to the bunker slams open, old hinges shrieking and door colliding with the railing from the force. Your lashes clump together from the tears that blur your vision, leaving watery makeup streaks to flow down your cheeks. You pull your hand away from your mouth to clench at the railing to steady your shaking legs lest you fall, though at this point in time it felt like falling down a flight of stairs would be less painful than your current broken heart.

Without your hand in place to muffle your sobs, the room is soon filled the sound of your crying; before you’ve even made it halfway down the stairs, your father, Dean, is running out of the library, sock-clad feet slipping on the smooth floor and gun drawn and ready to fire, with your uncle not far behind. Their faces are taught with concern, Dean’s eyes wild with panic as he scans your body for injuries.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He asks, words spilling out as his brow dips. He lowers his gun when he realizes there’s no immediate danger, reaching out to place his hand on your shoulder. Before Dean can make contact, you brush past him with your head lowered in some half-assed attempt to stop him from seeing the distraught expression painted across your face. His face tightens, and his concerned tone is tinged with demand that always makes you stop and listen. “Y/N. What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.” You mutter, voice hoarse and ragged from crying for the best part of an hour. Sniffling, you reach up to wipe at your face with your sleeve, already damp with previous tears, before making a move to leave, only for your dad’s hand to reach out and catch your arm. Freezing in your tracks, you clench your teeth to stop yourself from shouting at him, knowing it wasn’t your dad that you were upset at, that it wasn’t your dad that had gone and broken your heart.

Dean tugs at your arm gently, turning you until you were facing him. You refuse to look up and meet your dad’s concerned eyes, keeping your own downcast even when he lifts a hand to tilt your head up. Your dad’s calloused thumb brushes across your damp cheek, smearing the black smudges of what was left of your mascara with a caress, and you can feel the beginnings of a sob build up in your throat when the action reminds you of how your boyfriend had touched that girl.

He must have seen something in your face, be it the growing glassiness of your eyes or the heart wrenching twist of your lips as you fought the urge to cry, but before you can protest, Dean’s arms are wrapping around you and pulling you towards him for a comforting hug. You try to steel yourself against the onslaught of emotion you can feel welling up inside of you, but when your cheek comes in contact with your dad’s chest, the tears you had been fighting to contain immediately spill.

Dean rubs soothing circles against your back with one hand as his other reaches up to cradle your head to him, his fingers running through your loose hair as he hushes and whispers reassuring nothings into your ear. He rocks you gently, and you’re distantly aware of the sound of Sam’s receding footsteps as he retreats back to the library to give you space. Your dad’s reassuring actions never once cease, even as you wail loudly and stain his shirt with tears and snot and smudges of makeup. When your sobs reduce to quiet whimpers and occasional hiccups, and your eyes itch from all the shed tears, Dean pulls away just slightly, tilting his head to look down at your face.

“Wanna tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

At the sound of your dad’s concern-filled voice, so soft in comparison to his usual gruff tone, you glance up, your reddened eyes meeting his vibrant greens. You hesitate for a second, knowing exactly how he’ll respond, before taking a deep, shuddering breath to brace yourself.

“M-Matt … H-he, I … I walked in on him cheating on m-me …”

There’s silence for all of one second before Dean tenses up and lets out a low growl. “That son of a bitch, I even warned the bastard not to mess with you-”

“Dad, stop!” You cry, clenching the fabric of his shirt into your fists before he can pull away from the hug. “Just, s-stop.  He’s not worth it.”

“Like hell!” He growls. “Who the fuck does he think he is cheating on you?!”

“Well … I guess he found someone better…” You mutter, pulling away and shrugging your shoulders, arms wrapping around your middle as your head bows.

“Don’t think for a second that that’s true! That’s bullshit and you know it!” Your dad hisses, and you glance up with watery eyes to find his face taut with rage. Sniffling quietly, you glance back down, only to jump at the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. Feeling the backs of your legs knock against the chair, you sit down, gaze flickering up when your dad crouches down to your eye level. “Y/N, look at me.”

You do so hesitantly, struggling to maintain the fierce eye contact when his eyes burned with the truth that you struggled to believe. “There is absolutely no one – no one – better than you. You are the kindest, sweetest, smartest, most beautiful girl I know. Every day I wake up wondering how in hell I’m the father of such an incredible person. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, princess, so don’t ever think that you’re not good enough for some guy. He didn’t even deserve to look at you, let alone date you, and he’s a complete moron for treating you like this.”

Biting your lip, you sniffle quietly, and your dad leans forward to hug you tightly. “Don’t cry over someone like him, sweetheart. Like you said, he’s not worth it. You deserve everything good in the world, and I wish I could give you that, and one day I hope someone’s gonna come along and do just that, and they’re gonna treat you like the queen that you are, so don’t waste your tears on some jerk like him, okay?”

Dean pulls back just enough to catch a glimpse of you nodding, and he leans back to crouch on the balls of his feet in front of you. “Now, come on, what do you say to eating our combined weight in ice cream and watching crappy chick-flicks until Sammy tells us to go to sleep?”

A timid smile makes its way onto your face at your dad’s proposal, and you give a jerky nod. “Only if we have Cas on ice cream supply run.”

Dean snorts, reaching up to ruffle your hair affectionately before pushing himself up to stand. “You’ve got him wrapped ‘round your little finger. I’m sure he’ll get you an entire factory of ice cream to make you smile.”

Your smile grows to a toothy grin and you pull yourself up to stand next to your dad, leaning in for a quick hug before pulling away.

“Now, go and grab the laptop from Sam and pull up something on Netflix while I hunt down that pint of cookie dough.”

Quality Time

Originally posted by taesyong

Request: “hellooooo could I request a scenario with Taeil just a really cuddly and fluffy one where you’re both too lazy to get out of bed on a sunday morning so you start cuddling and stuff thaaaanks”

Starring: NCT’s Taeil

Genre: F L U F F 

Word Count: 720 words

Warning: None

A/N: Honestly, Taeil deserves all the love in the world. Stop sleeping on this beautiful human being! Thanks to the Anon that requested this ^^ I had a lot of fun writing it! Sorry it took 5ever but I hope you like it ^^ This made me soft af ;-;

You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your covers over your head as the sunlight creeped past your thin window curtains, hitting you in the face. You froze as you felt an arm around your waist, clearly remembering that you had gone to bed alone last night. You slowly turned around, unable to hide the sheepish smile that grew on your face as you saw the soft expression of your sleeping boyfriend lying on the pillow next to you.

It had been a couple of weeks since Taeil had come home due to his busy schedules. He had insisted to stay at the dorm instead of coming back to your shared apartment because he didn’t want to burden you with the late-night practices and early morning schedules. It made your heart swell being back in his arms again. Even though it hadn’t been that long since you had last seen him, it became such a routine to see him every day that you couldn’t help but miss him when he was gone.

You unconsciously intertwined your fingers with his hand that was still resting on your stomach, smiling once more before you brushed away the hair that was hanging above his closed eyes. He looked so peaceful and as much as you wanted to wake him up and talk to him you knew that he was probably exhausted from work so you laid there quietly, smiling to yourself as you admired his features.

He was the most beautiful human being to you; both inside and out. He was a sensitive soul but you loved that most about him. Although, he wasn’t the best at expressing himself, you could still tell his sincerity through his actions.

Your eyes grazed over his high cheekbones before you leaned in to kiss his cheek. When you pulled away you saw the big smile that was now plastered on your boyfriend’s face, “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to do that.”

Your eyes grew wide as you playfully punched his arm, “How long have you been awake?”

“For a while now,” he grinned, his eyes still shut. “Do you do this every morning when I’m asleep?”

“Do what?” You questioned innocently, feeling him squeeze your hand that was still clasped in his.

“Stare at me while I’m sleeping,” his eyes flickered open, gazing over your bed hair as he admired your bare face. Of course, you were beautiful to him no matter what, but he had admitted to you before in the past that you were the most beautiful in the morning. It was a side to you that you’d never let anyone see: the messy bed hair, the bare face, the groggy voice still laced with sleep.  

Your face flushed at his words, a knot of embarrassment settling in your stomach. “Shut up,” you threw the covers off of you in an attempt to get out of bed but Taeil quickly pulled you back into his arms, snuggling his face into the back of your neck.

“I’m kidding, don’t be mad,” he whined. You quickly turned around, puzzling over why your boyfriend was being unusually clingy.

You squinted your eyes at him, pinching his cheeks before you leaned in closer, “Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend???”

Taeil chuckled, his contagious laugh sending your heart in a frenzy as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, ending it as quickly as it had been initiated. “Is it a crime to want to spend some quality time with my girlfriend?” He asked, pulling you closer in a much tighter hold.

“Can’t—breathe!” You faked a gasp of air.

Now it was your boyfriend’s turn to examine your face, “You’re a terrible liar, you know that right, Y/N?”

“I am not!” You whined, but your boyfriend’s hold on you only tightened. He wrapped his legs over yours, not risking the chance of you escaping. For a second, it was quiet, and you had considered that maybe Taeil had fallen back asleep until he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “…I missed you…”

You could feel the heat return to your cheeks as you buried your face into your boyfriend’s chest, listening to his beating heart that had the effect to soothe you, “I missed you too, Idiot…”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I hope you're doing well! I always enjoy reading any of your speech analyses. If you're still into doing them could you analysis some more of Caitlin's speech habits?

(Sorry this took me 5ever.)

Caitlin’s speech falls into two broad categories. Scientific babble, and regular. I’ll be focusing on day to day speech, but note that most of what I’ll say applies even to her science babble scenes, with one of the major differences being she gets longer lines (but not necessarily longer sentences) when in science-mode.

Originally posted by theflashdaily

Anyway, there’s only a few major things I have to discuss about her speech. One is that she’s pretty formal / polite until she knows someone on a personal level. People are often addressed by their rank (”Dr. Wells” and “Dr. Stein”) and she calls Barry “Mr. Allen” until she gets to know him.

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

It’s pretty clear that being polite is a default setting to her, in most situations.

Originally posted by justbarryallen

However, when Caitlin is made to charge/control of a situation, she can drop that entirely and snap orders.

Originally posted by caitlingifs

Completely unafraid to lecture or snap if/when she deems it necessary. Often times this comes up because of something emotional, snapping at one of the men surrounding her for being an ass.

Originally posted by canariesatom

Originally posted by caitlingifs

But then, sometimes it’s because people are telling her what to do, and Caitlin doesn’t appreciate having her competence questioned. She likes control quite a bit, and reacts negatively when people get in the way of that.

Originally posted by julianalbertgifs

Speech-wise, what we see in those above situations is her using exclamations and admonishments as reminders. 

Also note that like the above quote about being “quite the pair, Mr. Allen”, Caitlin uses names (Harry, Julian) a decent amount in her speech, especially to give a little more weight to a statement. She does it at both the start and end of a sentence, I noticed, but especially when she’s admonishing, it goes at the end. When she’s being gentler, it’s more likely she’ll open on the name.

Originally posted by flashallens

Something I find interesting about her speech is that it’s largely devoid of adjectives. Not entirely, because sometimes you need to say something like “the last person”…

Originally posted by batwan

But even the way she uses her sparing adjectives, it’s seldom for anything but a necessary purpose to explain something. It’s not really to add depth or floweriness to her language.

Originally posted by theflashdaily

“It’s too dangerous” - while ‘dangerous’ is technically an adjective, she’s really only using it to illustrate a point.

Speaking of points, it’s worth noting that the majority of Caitlin’s sentences are simple declarative sentences, and short ones. That or imperative (like “Listen, Harry” is imperative, or “don’t ask me” from above, and so is):

Originally posted by dctvladies

Or else sometimes carrying an implicit order instead of an explicit one.

Originally posted by caitlingifs

Originally posted by fyeahsnowbert

Again, note the sentences being short and with a single clause. Naturally, there are exceptions (again, from above “I don’t know anything about having powers so I’m the last person you should talk too”), but it is a prevalent trend (even when in science mode, like “check your math” from the first gif above is a short imperative sentence).

Originally posted by caitlinsncws

Sometimes, she’s just stating things as they are, or saying what they have to do.

Originally posted by theflashdaily

And in here you’ll see that across a lot of these examples, she opens with “we” instead of “I”, speaking for the team. There’s a lot of imperative or “you should” and a lot of “we [verb]” when saying what the team has done or should do. 

Not that she never asks instead of orders, but asking involves more vulnerability for her and comes out less than ordering.

Originally posted by theflashdaily

(Takes literally being on the surgery table to ask lol, but that’s just one example. Caitlin doesn’t say “please” a lot though, for all her formality).

And actually, across a lot of the above examples, she tends to lead with “I” in sentences expressing deeper emotion, insecurity (about not knowing how to talk to Jesse, or her control over her powers) or when she’s nervous and seeking affirmation. More examples:

Originally posted by ravenclairee

(Fear makes for a pretty vulnerable and emotional admission, right?)

Originally posted by reeseneseira

(Again, note the imperative order here: “use them”. She really does take control more than people realize, I think).

Also, combine that with her asking questions when she needs affirmation or assurance or, like above, is vulnerable (and needs stitching up). 

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

Originally posted by thelastsjedi


Don’t forget though that much like my post about how she actually does swear sometimes (and get drunk and party and have fun, she’s a three-dimensional person, here), Caitlin can also be bold. She made this bet on Barry, after all.

Originally posted by thoranda

Simple, declarative, still her, but remember that she isn’t always the killjoy if you’re writing her. Remember that she’s sneaky too, and demands things from others without apologizing for it. 


Also, I wanted to include some examples of her going off a bit longer. We see from the two examples below that when she’s talking about something she’s helped figure out on the team, she goes into a longer explanation. Still no adjectives though, and still simple clauses that don’t interweave much.

Originally posted by lutavero

That and, when explaining something, she opens with “okay” and hedges a bit more, like “okay, well” and “okay, but” even though she keeps is mostly simple overall.

Originally posted by theflashdaily

Also, just want to point this out: Caitlin uses a lot of contractions (”didn’t, don’t, you’ve, I’ve, I’m, can’t, it’s, we’re” etc). Also, we see here that she uses “[noun]’s not” rather than “isn’t” or “ain’t” (definitely not ain’t) for her “is not” short form. 

A good example for when she doesn’t use a contraction, and instead says the full word, is emotionally for emphasis in reassuring her friend.

Originally posted by reeseneseira

Not “’ll never” and not “won’t” but “will never” fully spelled out. That’s atypical for her and definitely for emphasis.


Some final notes (half because I took the time to track down all these gifs). Caitlin having fun tends to be a little more fun in her speech, too. A little more casual. “Well then,” and “As Cisco would say” instead of giving orders or implicit commands or explanations.

Originally posted by theflashdaily

Originally posted by ravenclairee

Originally posted by calmandcalculating

(Caitlin being adorable and relaxing her speech to reassure her friend and have a bit of fun with him, using an adverb as an intensifier (”totally”, when she normally only uses “too”).


It’s also worth pointing out that much like her simple sentence structure, Caitlin’s word choice tends to be very simple (outside of science babble). It complements the simple form of her speech. 

Originally posted by theflashdaily

“He knows” and not “He found out” or “He’s aware” or “he determined” or “he uncovered the truth” or something. It’s… perfunctory? Her speech is… well, she was never an English major. Her speech is, above all, functional

Originally posted by caitlingifs

A simple answer to a simple question.

Originally posted by julianalbertgifs

Trailing off because expressing it in simple terms is going to be difficult because it’s emotional for her, and she likes to communicate in simple terms.

Originally posted by ravenclairee


Vocally, Caitlin’s speech, like the rest of her, can be “uptight”, not even so much in her manner as in her voice - strained, quiet but creaking with emphasis when stressed. Admonishing. That being said, it’s also quite soft at times, when reassuring someone, or excited, especially around Cisco, or when talking science.

So don’t discount the importance of cadence of voice, but also, facial expression. Caitlin doesn’t talk a lot with her whole body (unlike, say, Wally, or even Barry) and she’s not quite a hand-talker in the way that Len is. She uses her hands a bit, especially when giving an explanation with her hands up or splayed, sort of gesturing in a pretty controlled way, or to point at herself sometimes, but her hand movements aren’t predicable in the way that Len’s are, and aren’t used quite as much for emphasis.

So with her, you’ll get a lot more traction if you describe her expressions. Intense eyes and tense muscles when she’s angry and giving orders. Befuddled or bemused with a kind of “what now” face if she is affronted or disagrees.

Originally posted by caitlingifs

She makes great faces, honestly, but it’s especially her eyes and mouth you’ll want to pay attention to. Pouting, eyebrows draw together in confusion or else in sympathy, or to ask for something and she’s trying to make herself look cute/innocent/idk. She gets very wide-eyed when expressing fear, and looks very tired when emotionally strained, but she’s suffered so much loss that’s unsurprising.


So… go forth and write some Caitlin :) Her speech is actually pretty easy to write, it’s making it distinct from everyone else’s that’ll be the challenge I think?

westallentea-deactivated2017041  asked:

i dare you to do one with kittens too.... pls i'll love you 5ever

You got it!  (Sorry it took a while, kittens are surprisingly hard to find!)

Barry Allen: Toyger

Iris West: Russian Blue

Cisco Ramon: Maine Coon

Caitlin Snow: Siamese

Wally West: Bombay

Jesse Quick: American Shorthair

Bonus round!  Once again, these are just for fun; the kiddos aren’t adopted.

Joe West: Burmese

E2-Harry Wells/HR: Oriental Shorthair

Eobard Thawne: Bengal

Happily Ever After (Jonathan Groff x Reader)

hey so I know groffsauce is gay and all but I sorta made him bi so that this can be more gender neutral reader insert ya know hope I don’t offend anyone

bUT AYE IT’S FINALLY HERE SORRY I TOOK 5EVER

I looked up other groffsauce reader inserts to get a feel for what he’s like cause I don’t really know him that well and there’s a serious lack of them lol hope this helps out

Request: Hey! Uh, I’m kinda in love with Groffsauce, so could write lots of this: Angst–>fluff! WITH kinda the reader being uber jealous that Groffsauce is flirting and ends up madly confessing. Thanks, and I absolutely love your blog!-Chai

Summary: Jonathan and Reader decided to spend their day off together, but Jonathan tends to focus on everyone else rather than the Reader.

Warnings: Reader is slightly bitter, jealously, few swears


“Did you find everything alright today?“

“Yes we did! Thank you, darling,” Jonathan replied to the girl behind the checkout counter, much to your displeasure.

Today Jonathan had a day off and he had promised to spend it with you, his bestfriend. The plan was to go on a shopping spree at the mall, Jonathan reassuring you he’d pay for it all. You were beyond excited to spend the day with him, your secret crush, but that excitement soon turned to annoyance as he began flirting with just about everyone you came in contact with.

“That’ll be $45.64,” the cashier said after scanning the jacket Jonathan insisted on buying after seeing your eyes linger on it.

He pulled out a fifty from his wallet and handed it to her. He said, “Keep the change.“

“Thank you, sir. Have a nice day,” she said, handing him the shopping bag with a big smile and a slight blush on her face.

“You too,” he said with a wink before he exited the store, you trailing like a lost puppy behind him. You knew he had the right to flirt with whoever he so pleased, considering the fact that he wasn’t in a relationship with you or anyone else. But it seemed reasonable enough to believe that he should focus more of his attention on you during your day together, right?

“You hungry?” Jonathan asked you, snapping you out of your slightly bitter thoughts and back to reality.

“Starving,” you told him before suggesting, “Food court?”

“Food court,” he agreed, taking your hand in his as you walked through the mall. You smiled at the contact, glad that his attention was finally back on you. Unfortunately, it didn’t last very long.


“He really seemed to like you,” you remarked as you walked away from the restaurant booth. 

“No kidding,” Jonathan said, showing you where the cashier had scribbled down his number. You internally groaned as the two of you sat down at an empty table. The employee had gotten on your nerves as you ordered your food, or at least attempted to order your food. It was a bit hard when his complete attention was focused on Jonathan.

Curiously you asked, “Are you gonna text him later?”

“I don’t know, should I?” he asked, taking a bite of his food afterwards.

“Do whatever the hell you want,” you responded, then taking a bite of your own food as well.

Jonathan raised a brow at your sudden change in tone and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, um, actually.. can you take me home once we’re done eating? I’m not feeling too good,” you asked him, entirely fed up with being pushed to the side.

He appeared surprised by your request, but still agreed, “Yeah sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Thanks Jonny,” you said, continuing to eat your food.

“What’s the matter?” Jonathan asked, concerned for you.

You sighed, “It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” he reassured you.

With a slight smile you told him, “I know.”


Less than an hour later, Jonathan pulled up into your apartment complex. He parked in a designated visitor’s spot, then turned to you, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you said, smiling at him. He returned the smile before being interrupted by his phone going off. Both of you glanced at his screen resting in the cup holder. You read the name of who sent the text and asked, “Who’s Zach?”

Jonathan picked up his phone and typed out a reply as he answered your question, “The guy from the food court.”

“You actually texted him?” you asked astounded.

Jonathan was very nonchalant with his response, “Yeah, I figured why not?”

“Right,” you scoffed. You unbuckled your seat belt and opened the car door. With a mumbled goodbye to Jonathan, you shut the door behind you and started heading towards your apartment.

You heard a car door shut, followed by a few beeps that signaled it had locked and Jonathan shouting, “Hey! Y/N! Wait up!”

Despite his pleas, you kept walking without daring to look back at him. You reached the door to your apartment and pulled out your keys, finding it a bit hard to work with them as you tried to hurry. Jonathan caught up to you as you frustratingly fumbled with your keys, placing a hand over yours in an attempt to steady them as he asked, “Woah, hey, what’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter!?” you shouted back, yanking your hands away from his. “How about the fact that someone who’s supposed to be my best friend has been ignoring me practically all day? The fact that you clearly would much rather be off flirting with some pretty girl or some cute guy instead of spending time with me?”

“Y/N, it’s not like that. I–”

You continued your rant, “And to make matters worse, I’m the complete idiot who just had to go and develop feelings for my best friend! Silly me for thinking there was even the slightest chance you’d actually feel the same way.“

“Y/N listen–”

“But of course you don’t feel the same way! That type of cliché romance bullshit only happens in the movie, doesn’t it? There’s no Happily Ever After’s after all, is there? Just–” you were cut off by Jonathan spontaneously placing his lips on yours, silencing you. You nearly kissed back, but opted to instead push him back and ask, “What the hell was that?”

“If you would have let me speak,” Jonathan calmly spoke, “I was trying to tell you that you’ve got it all wrong.”

“What?”

He took a step towards you and took ahold of both your hands. He said, “There’s nothing I would rather do then spend time with you. And you’re not the only idiot here, alright? I’ve fallen for my best friend too.”

“Really?” you asked, not even trying to fight the smile that grew on your face.

“Really,” Jonathan confirmed, leaning in to close any space between the two of you. Your lips met and this time you were more than happy to kiss him back, knowing that your feelings were mutal.

You two soon parted, both smiling and blushing like crazy. You commented, “So maybe Happily Ever After’s do exist then.”

Jonathan held you close and said, “For us? Without a doubt.”


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anonymous asked:

I love your writing and have been admiring it for a very long time, I was wondering you could write a sterek AU with the prompt: "we casually hook up at parties sometimes but this time you got so drunk you couldn’t make it all the way back to your dorm so i let you crash in my room because it was closer and it turns out you’re really cute when you wake up in the morning, fuck" Im not even kidding I need this like air

The first time it happens, the music’s too loud for Derek to hear much. All he knows is that Stiles (Derek had to ask him to repeat his name, twice), was wearing extremely tight, extremely flattering jeans, and he spent the entire evening looking at Derek. Their eyes would meet and he’d smirk, take a sip of his beer, look away, make Derek want him to cast another glance his way. 

So, he’d done what he did best, and hovered in the corner, nodding along to whatever anecdote Erica was shouting in his ear, and kept one eye on Stiles. Eventually, when Erica abandoned him to start up a slow grind with Boyd in the living room, Stiles had sauntered over. 

“Your girlfriend looks like she’s having fun.”

Derek had snorted, shaken his head, “Not my girlfriend.”

“Huh,” Stiles had held his eye, the twitch of a smile on his lips, “So, you’re single and ready to mingle?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not a fan of mingling.”

“Single, but a hermit?”

“Pretty much.”

Stiles had given him a purposeful once over, drained the last of his beer, “You feel like comin’ out of your shell for the night?”

Derek laughed, “Do lines like that ever work?”

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dawnofspeed  asked:

YOU'RE NOT VERY NICE.

@dawnofspeed

Oh how he could not help but let chuckle slip past his lips at the young girl’s words. Arms to cross upon chest. Chuckle to silence. “And is this meant to be some sort of..revelation to me?“

nutsandlightningbolts  asked:

🎼 (Proceeds to warm up vocal cords)

Send 🎼 and I’ll find a showtune that suits our muses’ relationship.

My Strongest Suit.

I feel like with just a little wording change, this could EASILY become a nice duet for Clemont and Dawn. Given that both of their outfits really reflect their sensibilities (Clemont’s practicality and engineering/inventing skill & Dawn’s commitment to appearance and presentation) & that they both are some of the first among their friends (rp-wise at least) to really start thinking about business stuff beyond just a career in Leagues/sports-related pokemon stuff, a song focusing on “suits” and what that means in presenting to get what you want (a job, respect, admiration, affection, etc.) might REALLY suit them. Plus, I really want at least to establish in RP that Dawn has some kind of collaboration going with Clemont when she gets ahold of the Togedemaru needles to be able to more quickly produce the electric enhancements lol…

PLUS the song itself has this high energy to it that reminds me of “Mad Paced Getter” and honestly? Anything that puts Clemont up to a quick beat like that is a winner.

Anyways, for lyrics that suit each the best…

Clemont: That in [pajamas] or formal / I am anything but normal / For that … has always been / My strongest suit

Dawn: I am what I wear / I said anytime Anytime / So bring me all my finest

anonymous asked:

Would you kindly grace us with some Stefan / Ellis headcannons?

Sorry this took 5ever anon! 

  • Stefan’s a year-round camper and Ellis….is not.
  • Ellis lives in Tennessee, right by the mountains which he swears he gonna take Stefan hiking one day.
  • Stefan is extremely excited by this prospect, is already looking at designer hiking boots, has completely forgotten dirt exists.
  • Ellis doesn’t usually visit camp for the holidays - hardly any of his siblings do except for Christmas - buuuuuuut he’s kinda probably maybe already talking to his mom about flying back.
  • For their two month anniversary, despite Connor’s offers of several increasingly bad ideas that would sadly probably only work on Mitchell, Stefan arranges a day of activities for him and Ellis. Ellis’s favorite was the camp-wide obstacle course the Hermes and Ares cabin helped arrange for the sole reason that it sounded so cool.
  • No one really gave Stefan the shovel talk like Ellis got, but sometimes he’ll turn and Clarisse will just be there. Just there. Standing. And the Aphrodite and Ares cabins are on great terms, and he’ll kinda jump and turn and attempt to hide the fact his heart almost fell out of him and say, “Oh hey Clarisse, um, what are you doing here? In the Aphrodite cabin closet? With me?” And she’ll just look at him for another long moment and say something like, “Oh nothing. I’m just here. Always watching you. Just so you know.”
  • And yeah lol everyone’s low\high key terrified of Clarisse but Stefan is petrified.
  • Other then that, he fits in surprisingly well with the Ares kids.
  • He helps Mark with Winona’s (Daughter of Hephaestus) birthday gift and after that basically gets the seal of approval from them.
  • Is basically initiated into the Ares kid gang of protection. Just imagine smol fashionably dressed unapologetically flamboyant as hell Stefan surrounded by several large, probably neon color wearing, threatening biker looking people, all of them listening with interest as he fawns over the new plot point of KUWTK or the new Marc Jacobs collection. It’s a sight tbh.
  • Just….don’t mess with him. He won’t do much, he’s a nice kid, and he’s now got all his siblings, some of the Hermes kids (You?? Think??? The?? Stolls??? Would??? Turn?? Down?? A?? fight?????), and the entire Ares cabin behind him. Don’t mess with Stefan, cause his boyfriend takes names and lives with equal time.