Jk got my heart but girl I would let Jung fucking Hoseok use meeeeee. Cmon bitch, use meeeeee. Ruin this puss it's all yours.
honestly… a mood …… I blame this partly on how good he looks this era/mic drop. and also i blame this on my Current Fave Fic, Tessellate by @jheartseok which made me question my life and my bias list. im already in pain 24/7 thanks to namjoon i didnt ask for hobi to come at me too
It’s him and Jocelyn and Luke and Dot and a very excited Clary and a birthday cake with sixteen candles - he’s never had a birthday cake before which Clary found simply sad - and they have a gift for him: his new - false - birth certificate and everything else, reading Alec Fray. No more Alexander Gideon Lightwood, just… Alec Fray from some no name place in Minnesota, nephew to Jocelyn, cousin to Clarissa.
How can you claim to love Harry and then ship him with Malfoy lol
I honestly don’t see the conflict. Harry is still Harry, no matter who he is or isn’t with. I love him, as a character. I’ve done absolutely horrific things to him in fics. Things that are infinitely worse than letting him have awesome sex with his school rival. Doesn’t mean I don’t love him with all my heart. I love his bravery, his fire and passion, his goodness. None of those things change when he’s with Draco.
The thing is, Harry is fictional. So when I put him in this or that situation, it’s not really happening to anyone. I’m not really putting Harry through anything. And I can always write another fic in which he’s eating cake and playing with puppies as a reward for putting up with my deviances.
When I read/write Harry with Draco, 90% of the time he’s enjoying himself immensely. Please don’t worry about it.
These four shows have had their time in the Fandometrics spotlight and the community around them is extremely dedicated. The excitement for the new series is nearly palpable. With all four characters on one show, The Defenders is set-up for success.
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The first series to debut was Daredevil on April 10, 2015, followed by Jessica Jones on November 20, 2015, Luke Cage on September 30, 2016, and Iron First on March 17, 2017.
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So bcus I already have so many fics I need to write but my dumbass brain can’t not make aus have yet another dot fic! Cake Decorator!Lucy and Tattoo Artist!Natsu :D
Lucy works at the cake decorating bakery called Fairy Tales
Levy, Lisanna, and Gray all work there as well
Lucy specializes in watercolour/galaxy mirror cakes and intricate chocolate swirls (like keys and such)
Lisanna can make any animal out of fondant, rice krispys, and cake
Levy only needs to memorize a technique or recipe once and it’s with her forever
Gray is magic with frozen things and the small details
Natsu works at his cousin’s tattoo place Dragon Tails
Natsu works with Gajeel, Erza, and Mira
It’s a hot mess
Natsu and Erza are the artists while Gajeel and Mira mainly pierce.
Pray you get Gajeel bcus Mira doesn’t give a flying fuck how much it hurts you litle baby, People think she’d be the nice one just by lookin at her but NOPE
So one day someone calls Dragon Tails bcus the address number is one off from Fairy Tales and the whole tails/tales thing.
Also customers are stupid I’m sorry but they are
Mira sends Natsu over with the order bcus she has been tryign to set up her little sisters BFF with someone for forever and Lisanna is an excellent wingwoman for Natsu.
BUT ALAS it is Gray that he meets
Does Not Go Well
Starts a mini-rivalry with the two stores
Erza and Mira instantly defect in thier hearts, Mira ain’t going against her baby sis bcus of some dumb boys and if anyone thinks they can keep Erza from the sweets RIGHT NEXT DOOR they are much dumber than she thinks they look
Mira gets Cana and her gf Kagura to call the tattoo place with an order for their wedding cake
(surprise they aren’t even engaged)
FINALLY Lucy is there and Natsu drops off the order
Lisanna is literally holding Gray in a chokehold like ‘listen here dumbass its tRUE LOVE LET MY SISTER DO HER MAGIC’
They flirt and shit and Natsu is around a lot more
He likes to steal sample cookies and Lucy rolls her eyes and goes with it
Gray flatly demands payment
he does not receive it
Natsu gives Lucy her first tattoo
Draco constellation on her left shoulder/collar bone
Natsu loves touching it and seeing it and kissing it
Lucy always bakes him fresh ginger snaps
He likes that she always smells like honey and sugar
Happy loves it too and gives her lots of face kisses bcus she always has icing sugar on her cheek
Lucy has DEF broken health and safety by slipping Happy into the pocket of her apron and stealing him for a few hours
he likes sleeping there as she bakes and Nastu likes that Happy brings home the scent of Lucy NO HE DOESN’ T HAVE A CR U SH fuck off Gajeel
Levy starts leaving ‘how to get a boy to notice you’ type books around the kitchen
Lucy asks her why she has so many in retaliation
Levy leaves the Karma Sutra book in Lucy’s locker and Gray is both disgusted at it and delighted at mortifying Lucy
They start to trade design elements
Natsu’s tattoos get a little more flowy and delicate
Lucy gets bolder with design choices and colours
They start dating after four months and nearly fucking in the back of the tattoo parlor
Mira walked in on them and Lucy’s soul left her body for a hot second
how about MC couldn't get a present for the twins (probably because they didn't tell her it was their birthday), so MC puts on a bow and tell them she will be their gift? it's up to you if this is smutty or not?
Countdown to the Cake: 2
MC as a bithday gift
you missed a spot!” Saeyoung points and smiles teasingly.
I’m tired, I’m hungry, my clothes are wet and I look like a mess. Don’t you
think it’s enough?”
kind enough to help you clean my babies in my birthday and that’s how you pay
me? Oh… I guess people like me aren’t meant to have a happy birthday after all…”
he says dramatically, you roll your eyes.
just taking advantage of me! I told you I was gonna be your gift, not your maid
or…” oh no, you should not have used that word, you look at him and his eyes
right… and your clothes are all wet, maybe you should change? I might have some
spare clothes for you…”
How did you
end up here? Oh yeah… it was this
morning, you dropped by to grab the HBC bags he promised you and smelled something
burning in the kitchen.
you doing birthday cake?”
When is your birthday, Saeyoung?”
mean today?” he nodded, then sighed in frustration, looking at the amount of
black burnt dough. “Now what will I have for my birthday?”
bad for him… “Well, you… you can have
me!” you stated, smiling nervously and hoping he wouldn’t take this in the
wrong way… “I’ll be… you birthday gift! We can do whatever you want!”
said that, you were expecting he would want to hang out in the amusement park
or in an arcade, how could you imagine he would want you to help him wash his
cars? And how could you imagine he would turn into this sadistic evil little
monster throwing water in you on purpose?
here you are changing to a freaking maid costume, of course those would be the
only spare clothes he would have for you! You just hope he doesn’t ask for
nothing weird like speaking in a French accent or something like this.
MC! I wanna see you…~” he smiles teasingly, but his smile fades away as you
timidly step out of his room. “MC… you look…”
I know.” Not what he was thinking of at all… oh god… you looked adorable and…
sexy… and the tiara with a little bow on it made you really resemble a birthday
away, blushing. You look down, feeling ridiculous. Why this silence right now?
You two never have a problem finding interests in common and subjects to talk
about, the deepest and meaningful conversations or the silliest and weirderst ones, you two can always feel a true connection.
finish polishing the cars?” you ask, finally gathering some courage to look at
le-let’s do it…” he doesn’t look back at you.
polishing is torture, he is trying to focus, but it’s impossible as you bent
down in one of the cars to polish its hood, your skirt is so short! His hands
works in circles, but only then he realizes there is no car, he is polishing
the air, looking at you, his mouth ajar.
this one, Saeyoung, do you want some help?” he is still staring and doesn’t
answer. “Saeyoung?” you look at him, curious.
MC… you did a great job… you look… great, you… are… great…” he gulps when you start
walking towards him.
you tilt your head and smile. “Saeyoung?”
you tell me it was your birthday before?”
“I… I don’t
know. I’m just very used to spend this day alone. I… didn’t know if I could
tell you, I still have these habits of not telling much about me to people I…
like.” your heart flutter, is he trying to confess? Oh… You knew there was more behind this tease sadistic side of him.
have told me. I would have known what to do for you.” You come really close, he
can feel your breath against his face.
you know exactly what you’re doing right now, MC.” He says, his eyes following
your lips with lust.
you know what to do next.”
before attacking your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you
even closer. Your tongues dance together as you two trip in your own feet till the
back of your knees meet the car’s hood, making you sit.
travels down you moth to your jaw, making you spread your legs to bring him
closer as he kisses your neck, the hand which was holding you tight against him
goes a little up, reaching for the zipper in the maid dress.
“Oh, for the very fisrt time in a long time, it
will be…” he says breathlessly, making you lie in the car’s hood as his body
keeps pressed against yours.
was busy for the day and asked you to pick Saeran in the therapy. He usually
would get back quieter than usual after the sessions. Although it concerned you
and made you wonder if the therapy was really helping, you wouldn’t say
anything in order to get him even more nervous.
that’s what he usually says.
wanna get some ice cream?”
today.” Oh… that was weird… he never turned down ice cream.
“Okay… so I’ll
take you home.”
“I wanna go
to your place.” He says, looking away, you can’t help feeling surprise. “What?
“No, not at
all. It’s just… you never want to go to my place without Saeyoung.”
different.” Then he looks at you, and even though you don’t know why, how can
you say no?
home and tell him to make himself comfortable. He sits in the couch and starts
messing with his phone.
your therapist… how is she?”
okay, I guess. Why?”
know, it’s just… I don’t know much about
her, that’s all.”
fine, she says some weird stuff sometimes, but I don’t hate her.” Wow, okay, so
maybe he likes her, that’s good. “Do you have cupcakes? I want cupcakes.”
but… maybe I can try to make a few. Do you want to help me?”
You put on
your apron and help him with his, he looks slightly embarrassed when you almost
hug him as you tie a bow in the apron. You start working on making the
cupcakes, and and now you are waiting to take it out of the oven.
“So… if you
don’t mind me asking, why cupcakes? Why not ice cream?”
“She says I
need to do different things in special days, so I can feel the difference and
know what’s special and what’s not, some bullshit like that.” Some bullshit he’s
today is a special day, huh?” why could that be?
Saeyoung even got me a present. Though he’s always giving me presents, I don’t
know what changes just because it’s our birthday. Can you put sprinkles in the frosting?
Will you do some frosting?” you blink a couple of times, staring at him. “I
guess not, then…”
today it’s your birthday?”
just… I didn’t know.”
you didn’t, I didn’t tell you.” Well, yeah… that’s the point. You look really
embarrassed, clearing your throat and avoiding his gaze. “What’s wrong?”
nothing. I… am sorry, I didn’t know, I… didn’t get you anything. I thought this
was just a regular day. I mean, I’ve been wondering when your birthday would be
and what could I get you, but… I could never imagine it was today…”
So, uhm… what did you think about getting me for a gift?”
the thing, I… couldn’t think of anything, so I was… wondering about offering
myself as your gift. You know… going to anywhere you want to go, do what you
would like to do for the day, stupid cheesy things that, now that I come to think
of it, are awf…” he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.
it.” You blush, so does he. Now you wonder how long it’s gonna take for him to
let you go and get all flustered and weird, but… he doesn’t. He keeps looking
at you, and his face is getting closer, and closer… you close your eyes in
anticipation and… the timer dings, indicating the baked cupcakes are ready.
You two get
away from each other, both really embarrassed and giving these quick glances to
each other. Well, maybe this is a sign to not make bold moves like that, he’s
not ready for this kind of relationship.
You two start
working on the frosting, he’s so focused and dedicated, it’s absolutely
adorable. He looks at you, mimicking everything you do. It’s been like this in
almost everything, he’s always looking up for you in order to act as normal as
possible. Your eyes lock to his, and you’ll think t’s going to be one of those
moments, but he starts chuckling, you look at him confused.
you have something in your face.” Oh yeah… there’s some frosting in your cheek,
you didn’t bother to clean because you were trying to finish this. “Let me get
that for you.” You think he’ll wipe it off with his fingers, but your breath
hitches when he leans closer and licks it off your face. “Yummy” he says,
smiling softly. Today really is a different day, huh?
Word Count: Ion’t know | Genre: Real ass shit | Relationship: M/M | Warning: Unsafe for the eyes of those sensitive to real ass shit
A/N: A gift for Naruto, the birthday boy. SNS.
Overhead, fluttering under the bright rays of a radiant sun, a carrier pigeon delivered a scroll.
‘Hinata baked a birthday cake for me, but I just wanna get my 10 inch candle deep up in your cakes and fill you with my custard cannon baby. Use Water Release: Fleet no Jutsu before I arrive so I can eat a lil dessert with my present too. 😩💦💦💦👅🍅’
Sasuke rolled his eyes, scoffing at the lowly vulgarity. It wouldn’t be long before Naruto descended on him now. Subtlety didn’t exist in his dictionary.
A rendezvous in the Hokage’s mansion; that plan Naruto concocted when he swept Sasuke off his feet, ignorant of any passive protest, would end in his well-deserved favor. The fourteen missed calls from Hinata, the read receipt attached to the text prying into his whereabouts (Read: 3 hours ago), and the unsigned marriage annulment documents crumpled within Sasuke’s pocket fazed not a nerve-ending in his body. Naruto left all those obstructions to the birds as he hastily stabbed at the touchscreen of his phone, ‘I’m at Sasuke house playing the game like fr my dick gone get skid marks the way you riding it so hard 💀💀💀😂🔥🔥😂🔍🔍🔥😤😴,’ in an evasive maneuver that freed him from the all-too-tight chains of banal concepts such as personal responsibility.
Inhaling that fresh air of freedom, Naruto’s atoms dispersed in a vibrant beacon of light before flashing back together at his destination with his lover in his arms. Agreeable, subdued to no one’s path but one where they could be together, just like Naruto, and the Uchiha’s wife, expected him to be. In Naruto’s case, it was more akin to a demand than a expectation. A demand not expressed with teary eyes, passive threats one was too weak to act upon, and appeals to a romance one felt entitled to, but expressed with the promise of being saved by the threat of fists. The specter of breaking the other’s bones to drag him back home to complete his triad of emotional receptacles: the village, his aspiring monarchy, and a certain Uchiha’s acknowledgement. With a smile on his face and only the purest intentions lacing his heartstrings, Naruto refused to tolerate anything less from his most prized bond.
It elated Naruto to know Sasuke made not just the right choice, but the only choice.
Encased beneath a hurricane crashing in the violent waves of passion, Naruto found solace in nothing short of devouring the decadence of the Uchiha’s body like the sweetest confection. Eliciting sounds from Sasuke that not even his wife was privy to, committing the rich palate of his flesh to his tongue’s memory, and claiming every corner and curve his hands traversed as rightfully his own.
Said hand, an eager one, slid beneath the now disheveled hem of Sasuke’s shirt to trace the attractive grooves that shaped his lower abdomen and advertised a sharp pathway toward what begged for Naruto’s attention.
“M'gonna get in them guts and bust down your walls like the Kyuubi at the Konoha gates,” was the rasp that accompanied Naruto’s hand tugging down those pants, slipping his palm inside Sasuke’s underwear without shame, to reveal…
The heater, the burner, he was strapped with that draco.
“Happy Birthday, Naruto.”
Sasuke Uchiha, his lover, pistol whipped him in the heat of passion.
“The only walls you’re busting down are the ones to my reparations fund. You don’t want this work.”
Naruto, for once in all of his days…
Couldn’t believe it.
“You beat me down, begged me to return to this putrid country, and fraternize with the very elders who subjugated my family and ripped them away from me. The vermin who caused my defection in the first place drink tea with you, unsweetened at that. This ‘peace’ you professed to me was nothing but a farce to lure me here, and I won’t hesitate to bust a cap in your dome, your scalp, your cranium.”
Naruto’s eyes widened. Shock washed over his features like a tidal wave.
“B-B-But ya gotta understand the Leaf’s mistakes were-”
“Genocide and tyranny are not mistakes, braindead idiot,” he presses the barrel to Naruto’s forehead.
“Can we talk about this?”
“No. Deliver my reparations in monthly direct deposits or I will never let you snort lines of coke off my ass again.”
Now it was Naruto’s turn to fall silent. He never imagined Sasuke…didn’t need his saving.
“I’m sick of being the neighborhood’s emotional vessel, doling out validation by the demands of my so-called friends. Your parasitic acknowledgement, Sakura’s narcissistic love, Kakashi’s bruised sense of being a failed sensei who, in a brazen show of hypocrisy, disregarded my rightful goal when I was vulnerable and trusted him.”
“Shut up, usuratonkachi. It would behoove you to know: your dick game’s wack and your stroke is trash.”
Sasuke may or may not have been lying, but today is the day he rescinds that oh so coveted acknowledgement at all costs. Despite that, the color sapped from Naruto’s face at the blow to his strengths. There was no way his dick game was wack…
“You’re going to catch this bullet precisely where you catch my nut every night. In the eye.”
He cocks, the glock, the burner, the draco…
Naruto pauses, takes Sasuke by the wrist, gently.
“Wells Fargo or Bank of Konoha?”
“Neither. I’m with a credit union in the Sound Village. Write the reparations check for it there or I’ll make you spew the flames of Amaterasu straight from your asshole.”
Sasuke didn’t bother with his blabbering, his excuses. He had to pay the elders a visit now. Turning on his heel, he breezes past Naruto and begins to take his grand exit from the country yet again.
“Then…if you planned to leave me. Who were you getting thick for all this time?”
A low chuckle leaves Sasuke and he flashes his smirk over his shoulder.
I JUST SERVED A CUSTOMER AND THEY WERE PURCHASING A CUCUMBER AND THEY WENT
“It’s for Valentine’s Day”
“You must be lonely?”
THEY REALISED WHAT I MEANT AND NOW I’M SAT WITH A COMPLAINANT FORM IN FRONT OF ME.
And now I’m just imagining Derek Hale at the supermarket at like nine at night on Feb. 13, innocently going through the checkout with his cucumber…..
It’s nine at night on February 13 when this hot-like-burning guy in a leather jacket comes up to Stiles’ lane at the supermarket and plops down a single cucumber and a crumpled dollar bill on the belt.
Stiles hefts it. “Uh, just this?”
The guy nods and offers, “It’s, um, for Valentine’s Day.”
Stiles blurts, “You must be lonely,” because this is his brain on less than three hours of sleep, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. College sucks.
Cucumber Guy’s eyes widen behind his thick-framed glasses (glasses that do nothing to diminish his attractiveness, unfortunately) and he just stands there staring at Stiles, color flooding to his cheeks.
Stiles replays what he just said in his head and mentally slaps himself. “No, wait, that’s not—”
Cucumber Guy just shakes his head, takes his cucumber and his receipt, and walks away.
Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention
A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester, @insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.
Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven
Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal
sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and
as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until
nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention
to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful
of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.
(He gets his wish).
“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last
week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical
what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3
Countdown to the Cake : 9
Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven
stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to
give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours
now. How do girls handle this?
To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear
heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy
girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready
to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project?
Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.
He checks himself in the mirror once more,
running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s
time to touch up this lipstick.
You walk into the bathroom. You were almost
scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but
he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before
you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a
little of your balance and bumped in this girl.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her,
she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you
accidentally pushed her.
“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste
time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in
2 hours, tops.
“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.”
You picked some wipes of your purse.
“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice
“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have
super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this
“Well, they say people with oily skin have
“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s
till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!
He feels a little shiver going down his legs
when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin.
Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really
beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your
skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…
“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and
throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into
“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little
tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”
“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos
with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you
are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can
smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!
He hands you his lipstick and you carefully
contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so
You grab his chin to hold him in place, he
feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?
“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and
bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did
“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”
“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is
amazing! Where did you get?”
“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they
have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…”
why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much
attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard?
“Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”
“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are
you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny…
and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!
“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for
me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken…
even though he can’t do nothing with this information.
“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my
boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they
always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling,
they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”
“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you
trying to get flings, though.”
“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings
for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I
don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool,
right? The way life and people can surprise you?”
“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a
little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self
agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go
get your man, girl!”
“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”
“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he
left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”
“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows
a kiss in the air for you and leaves.
Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered,
she’s really nice and cute.
Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat,
what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable
around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,
And though it’s time to keep it serious and go
after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes,
your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…
No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to
do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone
during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went
after you… someone so innocent and nice…
Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and
people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about
yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as
well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent,
what would you do?
Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good
kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will
never see you again, anyway…
It all started last year in grade nine. You had your schedule mailed to you a month before, you had purchased your uniform in advance, and you even knew a few friends from your elementary school attending your high school as well. Your locker was on the first floor in the science wing, your teachers were all impeccably nice, and you were on your best behaviour. You made two friends, and went home smiling, and said for the first time ever that you loved school. Everything went surprisingly smooth, except for one fine detail.
A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge [ x ]. This is an AU, in the fact that Sam and Dean are not hunters. I didn’t really get a chance to specify that in the story, but that’s really all I could think of. I haven’t written anything in a while, so I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥
Word Count: 1,529
Warnings: - language.
Tags: (at the end)
*gif is not mine.
It was Sam’s birthday, and you decided last minute to make him a cake - from scratch. You had never baked anything that didn’t come in a box with specific instructions, so you were nervous it would come out horrible. Sam wasn’t one for sweets anyway, but everyone deserved a treat on their birthday, and he was going to eat it if you had to force it down his throat.
sighs as Derek walks his way, droplets of water trailing down his
body. He’s sure he can hear people sighing as Derek runs a hand
through his wet hair, the sun setting behind him. The ocean looks
beautiful right now, but as Stiles watches his boyfriend make his way
towards him, he can’t help but think Derek is an even more beautiful
Derek arches an eyebrow, flopping on the sand next to him.
Stiles smiles, making grabby hands and laughing when Derek rolls his
eyes but leans in for a kiss anyway.
many people have we annoyed today?”
nearly enough.” Stiles whispers against Derek’s lips. “Thank you
for planning this.”
smiles back, trails the tip of his fingers over Stiles’ cheek. “Thank
you for coming with me.”
amazing, but Derek being here with him makes it perfect.
He’s not really hungry right now, but it’s their last night here and
Derek gave him the puppy eyes the entire evening, insisting they have
to try this restaurant because they have these little private
balconies where they can have dinner without anyone around. Stiles
doesn’t know what’s so special about this place, their hotel room has
a balcony – they could have stayed there having sex instead.
Or maybe not. Stiles closes his eyes for a second, his stomach has
been hurting since lunch. He shouldn’t have tried the shrimp.
“Are you okay?” Derek says as the waiter leaves with their
orders. “You look a little green.” He grins.
“Ha-ha.” Stiles rolls his eyes, stomach turning as he takes a sip
of his water. “I’m fine.” It’s a lie and he knows he only gets
away with it because Derek looks as sick as him right now.
“Good.” Derek says, looking to his side and scratching at his
hair. That’s his tell, Stiles has learned over the years. Derek’s
“What is it?” Stiles asks, drinking more of his water as he feels
himself getting sick. Shit, not right now.
“I –” Derek takes a deep breath and Stiles mimics him. He’s
going to throw up? He can’t throw up. Derek looks serious and he’s
fumbling with his pockets and – ah, he’s getting on his
knees. Shit, shit. “I love you.” He’s saying and Stiles
lifts a hand to his mouth. Oh, no, Derek’s still talking and he can’t even hear it anymore, he has to - he’s going to - “Will you –”
Stiles doesn’t even let him finish before he’s standing up and
running to the bathroom.