the last hour of this movie is perfection

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: emison watches a horror movie together and one gets all scared and jumpy while the other tries to calm them down throughout it

this was perfect for fetus emison i’m cryin :(( thank u! xx

“Ali, I told you my mum will be super angry if she knows what we’re doing” Emily reiterated  what she had been telling Alison for the last half an hour as she sat at the foot of her bed, her hands in her lap and her back rigid, petrified that her mother was going to come home and catch them in the act.

“Sweetie, it’s just a movie” Ali giggled, sliding the disc into the DVD played and wrapping her silk dressing gown around herself as she joined Emily on the bed. “Em, come on. Don’t be a baby” Emily opened her mouth to protest, but at the pleading look in Alison’s eyes she just sighed and let herself try and relax. “Hit the lights” She demanded as Emily scrambled off the bed and turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness, spare the low-lit TV screen that sat precariously on top of her chest of draws.

“Which one did you pick?” Emily asked, her throat constricting slightly at the delicate glow of Ali’s cheeks, her hair somehow even more flawless as it was tied up in a high pony-tail, waves of gold flowing down her back.

“Some clown thing. I stole it from Jason’s room” She teased, tapping the space next to her as an invitation for Emily to lie with her. “Come on. It’ll be fun! We’ve got popcorn” She shook the bag of butterscotch popcorn, knowing it was Emily’s favourite, and grinned smugly as Emily finally joined her.

“You won’t tell my mom?” Emily reassured herself.

“Of course not sweetie” Ali smiled sweetly “you ready?” Emily let herself go, deciding that being Ali tonight, the night before her 14th birthday, was more important than her mother’s disapproval. She settled down, and they let the movie run. She had never seen something so gruesome, blood and masks and children being stalked. It didn’t help that Ali could read her like a book, and spent most of the movie watching as her expression stayed completely still from fear.

“You’re so cute” Ali mused, her eyes fixed on Emily’s face.

“It’s scary!” Emily protested, clutching a pillow to her chest as her knuckles turned white from the force.

“It’s stupid” Ali grinned, taking Emily’s hand and pulling her closer “the blood is so fake. The acting is awful, and the storyline is predictable”

“Stop ruining it” Emily laughed, lifting her pillow up and hitting Ali with it so that she almost toppled off the bed. For a second she froze, and then grabbed her own pillow, whacking it onto Emily side. They paused, looked at each other, and smiled a little awkwardly.

“Why do you love these movies so much?” Emily asked Ali, her voice quiet with nerves, unable to shake the feeling that she was making it too personal. But in response, Ali just shrugged.

“I don’t know” She admitted “I guess it’s just nice to escape the horrors of real life” She didn’t really know what to respond to that. Instead of saying anything, she took the remote and resumed the film. “I thought you were scared?” Ali asked “we don’t have to watch it anymore if you don’t want to”

“I’ll watch it differently” Emily decided “we can laugh at it together” Ali smiled widely, her whole face practically beaming. She took Emily’s hand and they both lay back on the bed, their feet entwined at the end as they let their hands dive into the bowl of popcorn between them. Watching it Ali’s way was better, and by the end of the night she thought her tummy was going to fall out she had laughed so hard. As the end credits rolled around, Emily found herself drifting off to sleep.

“Em?” Ali whispered into the dark, Emily’s light breathing was the only sound in the room. She didn’t try again, she knew if Emily was awake she would’ve responded the first time. Instead, she slid herself into Emily’s arms, letting herself fall asleep under the gentle touch of her skin. Suffice it to say that Emily had quite the soft spot for horror movies after that night.

Let me tell you what it’s been like being asexual.


When you’re twelve or so, and in a classroom full of tittering preteens, you finally get an explanation of what this ‘sex’ stuff actually is.  At last, the elusive knowledge of where babies come from!  But that’s also when you start to think about your sexual future.  Will you do this sex stuff one day?  It sounded like you wouldn’t have a choice—it was presented as something that everyone does.

Since your classroom happens to be in a building attached to a Church, you only learn about heterosexual sex that day, and the only real teaching apart from what it is is that you aren’t supposed to do it until you’re married.

Okay, you think, because you are twelve, and you ardently do not care.


When you’re thirteen or so, and at a sleepover, a girl tells a joke.  “What do you call a girl who doesn’t masturbate?”

“I don’t know.”

“A liar.”

And the people around you laugh, but you don’t, because now you wonder what it is that you missed.  You didn’t get the joke.


When you’re fourteen or so, and among friends, a boy talks about what he did in the restroom with a girl.  You listen because you’re a little curious.  But others are awed.

You disapprove, because you’re in eighth grade for crying out loud, why would you do something so stupidly risky?  Was it really so fun to be worth it?

You tell yourself that they’re just stupid, but then you wonder why your friends seem so fascinated by this boy’s vaguely uncomfortable descriptions.


When you’re fifteen or so, you start high school, and the social signs are telling you the time has arrived to join the dating scene.  You’ve got better things to do, but when a boy surprises you with a clumsy but well-intended text asking you out, you give it consideration.  You don’t really know this kid, but you’re curious about dating and don’t want to be that forever alone person.  You accept.

You don’t hate dating, but it doesn’t really do much for you.  After a little while, you’ve more or less forgotten that there’s someone you call your boyfriend.  When someone makes a passing remark about your presumed sexual relations, you are shocked by the wave of revulsion that smacks into you at the very suggestion.  Never in a million years, you think vehemently, and then you marvel at how you managed to ‘date’ the same person for four months without the thought of sex with them ever crossing your mind.

He tries to kiss you.  You don’t want to.  You know this isn’t going to work out.  You break it off.

You feel relieved and liberated.


When you’re sixteen or so, you’re happily single.  You love your friends dearly, your best friend most of all.  You love her far more than you ever…well, you never really loved your ex.  You wonder if you might be gay for her, but you don’t want to kiss her or anything, just squish her in a big hug on a daily basis to let her know you love her and put a smile on her face.

You have a fleeting crush on a boy.  You get over it, thankful it never amounted to anything, because what were you thinking ew!  Then you have another one, similar but different, and thank goodness that never happened either because it would have been so awkward.  You start to wonder if you’re just not cut out for dating, or maybe you’re gay.  You don’t know how to feel about that.  It’d be so much simpler and easier if you were just normal.


When you’re seventeen or so, you make a new friend, a really pleasant guy.  You are just friends, and that is perfect.  It lasts about five months, and then one of your friends pulls him aside and hints heavily that he ought to ask you out.

He does.  You have no compunctions about saying yes, because you like him a lot, and he’s taking you to see the new Hobbit movie even though he’s not a fan and he had to watch twelve hours of movies in preparation for this date so that he’d be able to understand your interest.

You have a great time, and so does he.

About a month later, he kisses you.  It was your first kiss, exciting for the seventeen years of buildup and pleasant for having happened on acceptable terms with a more-than-acceptable person.

In the following months, neither of you brings up the topic of sex.  After all, you’re both to be found in the pews on Sunday mornings.  That’s fine by you.  More than fine, actually.  The idea of sex frightens you, which you attribute to your inexperience.  You would only ever consider attempting it with someone you really trusted, on level with a spouse.


When you’re eighteen or so, and at a sleepover, a girl cuddles casually with you as you talk in the hushed tones reserved for the hours after midnight.  She laments the lack of available girls at your school.

You mention that you would date a girl.  You instantly have everyone’s attention.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” your cuddle-buddy asks.

You say again that you’d date a girl.  Not now, of course, because you have a boyfriend, but yeah, you’d have no problem with it.  You probably wouldn’t sleep with a girl, but then you really don’t like the idea of sleeping with a boy either.  So you don’t really care about the configuration of genitals you don’t intend to see.  You just want the company of some lovely dork who will marathon Lord of the Rings with you and frequent the city’s best ice cream parlors.

Because your cuddle-buddy is a member of the queer community, she’s much more informed about sexualities and designations and spectrums than you are.  She suggests “panromantic asexual” and you understand both of those terms.  You’d seen them before, but never really thought you qualified.  Hearing her say it makes it somehow more concrete.

You accept that you are panromantic asexual.  You feel so light now that a couple of your closest friends know and accept you as you are.

You tell your mom a little while later on a whim.  You regret it because she doesn’t even bother listening to you and doesn’t respect your trust.  You hear her the next day telling your sister about how you said you might be a lesbian, and you’re so frustrated with her you want to hit something.

You decide not to tell anyone else.  Your dad is pretty homophobic—actually, that’d be most of the adults in your family—and you have no idea how your boyfriend would take it.  Your peers might not be welcoming or understanding—you just don’t know.  You realize that you are sort of in a closet.

You start a blog on Tumblr and blog about your problems #ace #asexual #lgbtqa

You spend way too much time on the internet, looking for the magical solution for coming out to the rest of your loved ones.  But since you don’t actually have any intention of coming out in the near future, you know you’re wasting your time.

Somehow your disinterest in sex has moved to occupy the forefront of your mind, not because it requires lots of attention in order to comprehend, but because it makes you different, and that is distracting.

One day, while you’re reading fanfiction, you come across an explicitly asexual character, and you realize that this is a first.  You cannot think of a single time in your entire life up to this point when you had seen an explicitly asexual character, and that surprises you.  Then it bothers you.  Maybe you could have avoided a couple years of uncertainty and anxiety if you had been able to identify in yourself the familiar characteristics of another asexual.

You realize you don’t know anyone else in your life who’s asexual.

That’s a sobering, isolating realization.


When you’re nineteen or so, you presumably go to college.  You start trying to navigate life with some semblance of independence.  You probably feel a little more secure in how you identify yourself.  You might even be all the way out of the closet.

Or at least that’s what eighteen-year-old you hopes.

soft apologies│a.i

for mine and @calumsbicth‘s valentine blurb night

credit to the original owner of the gif

Requested: yes

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Warning: smut (oh shit), swearing.

Description: When Ashton forgets about Valentine’s Date he has with Y/N, thoughts and emotions immediately start running through her mind. 

The clinging sound of your heels filled the kitchen as you prepared the last things for the night. Candles, home-made meal, flowers, everything was perfect. You always hated Valentine’s because you never had anyone to celebrate it with. Your last couple of relationships would always end right before the 14th, so it was not even weird that you were looking that much forward to the night. It all seemed like a movie. You had bought new lingerie, made him food like you were some kind of mum - even though you had to call Calum to get him to help you. Nothing could go wrong.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You were supposed to have a movie night with all your friends, but only one boy showed up to the party.

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.” / “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.” (request by @livinghealingfeeling)

A/N: This is the last of the requests for the short story prompts~

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Having A Bit Of Fun

Request: Could you do a tom and reader on set,  where reader is Tom’s crush and he’s always nervous around her. She trys to talk to him and he just goes all cute and shy but mega nervous so she trys to reassure him by squeezing his thigh a little to high,  which makes matters worse for him cuz of a slight issue that has risen leading to a steamy make out session,  maybe abit of smut 😊 please and thanking you 👌 

Warnings: A make-out session.

A/N: This is my first Tom Holland x reader, And probably my last. Just saying xD

Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

Tom smiled as he watched you reading the script for the movie. You had been sitting there for maybe a half hour and hadn’t taken your eyes off of it once. And, you only had one line. Tom supposed you knew the whole entire script by now.
He knew you were basically just some random extra on set, and he should probably be focusing on the next scene but he couldn’t help but stare at you. You were so perfect.

“Yo Tommy!” Harrison snapped a finger in front of Tom’s face.

“Hmm” Tom had to rip his eyes off of you to look at his friend.

“Are you ok? You’ve been like, staring off into space for-” He looked down at his watch. “-Twenty minutes and thirty seconds”

“Oh, yeah yeah I’m fine” He scratched the back of his neck as he stood up.

The director had called Tom to the set to do one of his stunt scenes.

You looked up for about 2 seconds to see what he was doing.

He caught eyes with you and in a split second he had fallen flat on his face.
You knew it wasn’t your fault bit you felt very much responsible for it.

one of the directors help stand him up and the first thing you saw was his bloody nose.

“Holy crap” You said to yourself.

You saw Tom walk over to one of the trailer thingys and go inside. You decided you better go apologize.

“Uh, Hi, I’m Y/N. You probably wouldn’t recognize me I’m just an extra”

“Oh I-I-I recognize Y-You. Y/N right?” You laughed.

“I think that’s what I said"He turned red.

You scooted closer to him and realized that he was actually shaking a little bit.
In a spur of the moment decision trying to call him down, because god he was scaring even you, you reached to the side and brushed your hand against his thigh. He turned even redder if that was even possible.

Tom couldn’t take it anymore, If he had to spend one more second without his lips against yours he thought he was gonna lose it.

He turned to the side and kissed you forcefully. As surprised as you were you kissed him right back.

You wrapped your legs around him and the kiss continued. You only broke apart for a moment to get some air when you saw Harrison behind you.

"So I’m on the set of homecoming, and it looks like Tom and Y/N Y/L/N are having a bit of fun” He said into his phone.

“Harrison!!!!” Tom yelled as he chased after him.

anonymous asked:

More cuddling prompts please! They're the best! ❤️

Seeing as I probably shouldn’t go to sleep on thoughts of angst and possession.

1) The bath water was warm and lulling around us, lapping at skin when we shifted. You were even warmer. I settled my head on your chest as you sifted your fingers idly through my hair, listening to me read aloud. It was our favourite habit.

2) Cuddling was, somehow, both perfect and maddening. They enjoyed the arm slung around them - casual as could possibly be, as if it had been forgotten by accident like a scarf tossed over a chair, or something that simply belonged there. On the other hand, with every inch that they were pressed together, all they could think about was how easy it would be to trail their fingers beneath jumpers or to plant a kiss to a shoulder. Maddening and perfect. Electric. The two exchanged glances, close enough that all it would take was the slightest lean and their lips would brush. 

3) “I know you’re awake, you know.” 
A had been pretending to be asleep, in order to stay close, for the last three hours. It was so nice just to be close to someone. To feel the rise and fall of their chest, to feel safe and comfortable. They expected to be unceremoniously dumped at any moment, or at least when the film ended. The movie had been over for an hour now. 

15 Day Challenge; Day 13: Bonfire

A/n: I hope you guys like this part I have been waiting to get here for ages! Only 2 more days left! I will be working on requests asap and feel free to send them in. I hope you like this part I had planned for it to focus on the bonfire just a bit more but it didn’t end up working so I cut that piece. Without further ado… day 13

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: none

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs


It was a few hours before the party, Y/n was rushing around making sure everything would be perfect. The large fire pit was set up on the roof with plenty of wood to last the night a few decorations were scattered about the lights from her and Loki’s movie night still up. Food tables were full, and there was plenty of music. It had taken her and the Avengers most of the day to set up mainly because she was so worried Loki wouldn’t like it. Thor kept assuring her he would, and soon she was left with nothing to do but get ready. She had told the god they were going to a Halloween party her friend was throwing and much to his dismay he had to get a costume. It took her hours to find him one he would wear, but after lots of convincing, she convinced him to go as Tulio from The Road to Eldorado. She was going to go as Chel, and for the added effect she easily convinced Thor to dress as Miguel.

She quickly got ready and made her way to the roof. It was getting dark, and even though she felt horrible, she ignored all of Loki’s texts. It was all part of her plan to get him to the roof without hesitation. Once everything was set up, and the rest of the team was present she put her plan into action. Tony had JARVIS inform Loki that she was on the roof and to hurry to get there.

Something wasn’t sitting well with the god, why would she be on the roof and why would he have to hurry. Why wasn’t she answering his texts and where the hell was everyone else? Had she hurt herself again and if so why didn’t anyone stop her? It was unlikely that she’d be alone if he couldn’t find anyone else. As he going open the door, he was met with the answers to his questions.

“Glad you could join us,” Tony smiled

“What is all this?” the god asked him

“Your girlfriend thought it would be nice to throw you a surprise party for your Halloween,” the man informed him

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Loki muttered

“She’s dressed for the part,” the god looked at him confused “Chel is the love interest, did you not watch the movie?”

Loki looked down at himself in realization “I was busy doing other things,” he said

“So she picked the costume then?” Tony smirked, “I think that’s proof she likes you.”

Loki shook his head and walked over Y/n. Why did everyone think they would be good together, why couldn’t they just let him be?

“So?” she asked a smile spread on her face

“You didn’t have to do this,” he told her

“It was either this or let Tony plan a Halloween party and drag you to it. I figured you’d like this better,” she explained

“I do,” he replied

“And,” she lead him to the food tables “I made soul cakes and asked Thor what you liked and tried my best to replicate it,” she trailed off continuing to tell him all the things she had done, but he soon found himself lost in thought. She had done all this for him and never had he returned the favor.

“Brother,” Thor exclaimed cheerfully as he clapped Loki on the back “excuse us Lady Y/n,”

She looked slightly disappointed but smiled as Loki was lead away.

“What are you doing?” Loki hissed

“Helping you,” Thor smiled

“How do you intend to do that?” the younger raised a brow

“You like Lady Y/n do you not?” Thor responded Loki rolled his eyes “Tell her, soon brother,”

“And how do you propose I do that?”

“Just tell her,” Thor replied

“Tell her what that whenever I’m I

Without her, she’s the only one on my mind? That she doesn’t deserve someone like me because she’s done all this and I haven’t done a single thing for her? Or maybe I should explain to her that I do love her, but I can never get close to her because she could be gone before I know it, no matter how much I’d love to grow old with her I’ll never get to,” the god had forgotten where he was and with each word his voice grew louder

“You do realize if you take forever to figure your shit out I’ll be dead right? Because out of everything you said you are right about one thing, I’m not going to live forever so you better hurry the hell up,” a voice sounded from behind him, the god froze as the other Avengers chuckled

“I-“ he stuttered, speechless

“Do you love Me? Or at least think you do?” she asked

“Yes,” he swallowed the lump in his throat

“Do you want to act on it or just sit in silence pretend there’s nothing between us?” she asked

“I planned on the latter,” he smirked as she rolled her eyes

“You’re inconceivable,” she muttered

“Large words for a simple Midgardian such as yourself,” he chuckled

“Just shut up and kiss me you idiot,” she smiled and stood up on her tiptoes to reach him better. He wrapped his arms around her waist and couldn’t help but smile when their lips met. She did the same, and the rest of the Avengers cheered. When they broke apart, she was a giddy mess.

“You have no idea what you just got yourself into,” Tony chuckled


A/n: Requests are open as always and like I said I will be starting them. Send some in for people I don’t usually write for I’d like the challenge! -G

Tags:  @the-witching-hours12-3 @error-404-found@r-alexandra01@17marvelousfreak

Being a writer
  • IDEA
  • *thinks of a whole mystery plot while in the shower*
  • I like that synonym, ohhh but I like that one too.
  • “It’s just a draft” I say to hide the fact that I suck and this is the best I can do
  • What’s another word for ‘said’?
  • Argh I can’t spell
  • Their tongues battled for dominance…
  • You broke it.
  • And then she…and then she…
  • I’m so hungry
  • I’m so tired
  • I’m so horny
  • I’m just going to write about my OTP and change their names.
  • I’m so proud of this! *a week later* wtf did I actually write this shit this is terrible what was I thinking just ugghh
  • I just need to change one more thing…or 80.
  • *writes for 5 minutes* *block*
  • If Stephenie Meyer can publish, so can I.
  • This is it! I’m going to turn it into a book. No really, this one’s better than the last one.
  • My book’s so gonna be a movie/TV series, so I may as well plan ahead and pick my cast.
  • Why are they always fictional??
  • *mind wanders*
  • “What’re reading?” Ummm a book…that’s online. NO you can’t see it.
  • Nothing rhymes with orange? Challenge accepted.
  • It’s just a short story, won’t take me long *seven hours, 30 energy drinks and 10,000 words later*
  • *mind continues to wander*
  • “What’s lemon?” *sweats*
  • Another rejection? Perfect! Harry Potter was rejected thirteen times. I’m on my way.
  • No, I didn’t use I’m insulted by your accusations.
  • I want Emma Watson to play my character.
  • And Tom Felton to be her love interest.
  • How do you write smut?
  • What’s another word for ‘and then’?
  • I’ll write it later, I’ll definitely remember it.
  • What’s another word for ‘suddenly’?
  • Wasn’t there something I was supposed to remember to write?
  • Ugh I give up
  • IDEA!
Fields of Heaven

Authors Note: Hey, everyone. I slacked on writing, I know. I am sorry, last week was not a great week for me and I couldn’t bring myself to write as much as what I usually push myself to. Here is a little something for you guys. I felt like writing something sad and this is what hit me when I stared at the title for a few minutes. It is sad, so please do not read if you are in an emotional state.

Trigger Warning: Sadness & losing loved ones involved. Read with caution. Xx

Two-Thiry-seven, in the morning, was when you received the call, a call you had never in your life expected to have obtained.

The moment replays in your head constantly, the moment you felt your heart drop, your eyes immediately began to well with tears, and your body was motionless for a moment.

You had pressed your hand to the side of the bed beside you, trying to find your boyfriend before reminding yourself that he had yet to come home from the studio. You had reached for your phone again, dialling his number.

The minute his voice beamed through the phone, you choked up, your words struggled to slip from your lips. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He had questioned, his voice seeming imperceptibly worn, but still had a hint of energy left in it. You could tell he had been appreciating the studio session. “Y/N? Are you there?” His voice pulled you away from staring at the wall, your thoughts circling your mind. You opened your mouth, the only words coming out were, “Car accident.” The line went withdrawn for a moment, your body unaware of what to do. “What? Who?” He instantly questioned, probably just as confused as what you were.

You didn’t know how this happened.

“My parents.” You managed to murmur, informing him of what you were trying to express to him with vague words that managed to escape your lips.

Now, now you are here, at the hospital with tears flowing down your delicate cheeks. You knew the day would ultimately come, where nature takes its course, where the stairs to heaven are walked by the ones that you loved the most, but you never expected it to happen so abruptly, you thought you had more time.

The stairway to heaven was something you thought neither parents would step for another twenty or more years.

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ZaDr Week- Day 2: Summer Date

They never called it dating. 

Honestly, Dib wasn’t sure if that was even what it was. ZIM was an alien from a genocidal war machine of an empire. Dib was inept at anything approaching human normalcy. 

Not to mention, they had history with a capital H. They had tried to kill each other at one point. More than once. 

It wasn’t exactly conductive to candle light dinners or bouquets of flowers. 

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Some Bruiseshipping headcanons cause I’m bored (some are NSFW, be warned)

  • They dance to R&B like, everytime its on the radio. They’ve got whole routines memorized and ready to go and they can perform them flawlessly
  • They’ll be up for hours just talking and playing video games they love each other’s company that much
  • Cole was never actually into Nya he only got involved cause Jay was being a dick but in the end they thanked her because she was the reason they got so close
  • They’ll work together to improve Cole’s cooking skills cause he really wants to be good at it and he feels so sad whenever someone doesn’t like what he makes
  • Jay has to shave his whole body in order to keep static electricity from developing, so Cole will join him in the shower to tackle the shaving if Jay needs to finish up fast
  • Jay once called Cole ‘Daddy’ in front of everyone just to freak them out and then they laughed about it for hours after
  • Then Nya got them back by calling Skylor ‘Mommy’ and all four of them just lost their shit
  • remind me to make an amberphoenix post
  • They do couples costumes on Halloween and then they do a Haunted House and they bet on who can last longer without messing up their costume
  • Jay tried to climb into Cole’s teapot while he was wearing it and it took them an hour to get out of it
  • They’re both very aware of each other’s fears and triggers and they take good care of each other whenever one of them is affected
  • They both love Hello Kitty but they never tell anyone 😺
  • Cole worked hard to be sure their first kiss was perfect. It was the middle of summer on a super hot day and he took Jay on a movie date and then they went for ice cream and then they sat on a grassy hill and he waited till the sun was just right and then just as he leaned in he got hiccups and Jay just laughed his ass off. Cole was sad tho, so Jay comforted him and they had their first kiss under a sky full of stars instead.
  • Their first time sleeping together was at 2 in the afternoon when they had the ship to themselves and it was full of giggles and blushing and sweet caresses and Jay’s underwear getting tangled up in his legs
  • Nya caught them making out once and that was sort of how they came out to the rest of the team
  • They are the ultimate prank team up against Kai and his sibs
  • Sometimes Jay will just… stick his face in Cole’s hair/chest/tummy and sigh when he’s tired and Cole just thinks its precious
  • They’re just all about cuddling even before they dated they were super cuddly with each other… as a matter of fact they were cuddling when Jay realized he was in love with Cole
  • He avoided Cole for a little while after realizing he was in love and that was around the time Cole realized how much he loved Jay
  • As a matter of fact if everyone’s memory hadn’t been wiped at the end of Skybound I am CERTAIN Cole would have realized his feelings for Jay and it tears me up inside knowing it probably will never happen on the show
  • i think i just made myself sad… 
Caught In an Act of Pleasure

Spencer comes home from work to find the reader pleasuring herself. The reader loses track of time, assuming she has enough time to get going and get off before Spencer gets home, but to no avail. 😉😚

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you push the dryer door closed, starting the last cycle of laundry. You’ve successfully cleaned the entire house and Spencer still won’t be home for another hour. Stepping out of the laundry room, you dance your way to the kitchen, picking up your phone. Texting him a cute, “I love you” text, you set it back on the table, biting your lip. A whole hour with nothing to do, how could you possibly pass the time? Usually you don’t watch movies unless Spence is home, and you’ve had your fill of reading for the day–but–you have the perfect amount of time to do that one thing, and not get caught, if you play your cards right. Practically squealing, you prance to Spencer’s bedroom, rummaging through your panty drawer, where you keep your haul hidden. You’d be so embarrassed if Spencer ever found out, especially considering that you’re still a virgin. You’d rather him not find your toy stash.
“Oh where are y–Yes!” You giggle, pulling out your hot pink vibrator and your heating jelly. Ripping off your shirt and your bra, you throw on one of Spencer’s oversized t-shirts, dropping your leggings to the floor. You hit the bed with a thud, gently tweaking your already peaked nipples through the shirt you have on. A soft whimper escapes your lips as you twist your harden nubs, your toes dancing in anticipation. Running your hands up and down your waist, you trace small patterns just above your navel, nibbling at your bottom lip. Wasting no time, you flick on the vibrator, running it from the valley of your breasts, down to your core. Your mouth falls open slightly, as you press down hard on your clit, your eyes slamming shut. Teasing your slit, you rub your toy the length of your folds, shifting a bit on the soft mattress.
“Ohhh.” You moan, your free hand falling against your left breast, giving it a slight squeeze. Pulling your toy away, you squeeze a bit of lube just onto the tip, throwing the bottle to the side. The warm sensation makes your knees lock, and your toes curl slightly, working ministrations on your clit. You can hear your wetness building up along your folds, as you slowly twist and turn the toy every which way. Slowly but surely you work it’s girth inside of you, gasping at its veiny texture.
You rock it back and forth gently, working your clit with your left hand.

Spencer throws his car in park, pulling the keys, and heading up the pathway to his frontdoor. Reaching the top step he unlocks the door, pushing it open and stepping inside, hanging his messenger bag on the coat rack.
“Y/N? I’m home, I picked up a movie!” He calls furrowing his brows at your lack of response. Stepping into the living room, he peers over the couch, prepared to sneak attack your sleeping form, but he finds it empty. Making his way down the hall, he peers into the laundry room, only to find a running dryer.
But you can’t hear him, you’re too far gone in deep thought of him being deep inside of you, making you squirm for him. Reaching the bedroom door, he reaches to grasp the handle when he hears it.
“Oohh, yess!!” You moan, sitting upright on your knees, and rocking onto your toy, which is now vibrating at full speed. Your fingers make their way to your hair as you bounce up and down, your teeth almost breaking the skin of your bottom lip. A squeal of pleasure passes through your lips as you bring your right hand down on your already sore bottom, your juices dripping down your toy onto the lavender coloured duvet. Spencer’s eyes are practically bulging out of his head at the moment, just trying to imagine what is going on behind his bedroom door. Of course he KNOWS what’s going on, but just hearing it isn’t enough. He gasps slightly as his swelling cock rubs against the fabric of his pants, reaching down and giving himself a soft squeeze through the material. His eyes shut tight for a second, pressing closely to the door trying to listen closer. “Uhh–Spencee..” You coo, rubbing your bundle of nerves frantically, bouncing on your toy, which you’ve now gotten to hit your spot perfectly. Falling back onto your back, you take control of your pink silicon pal again with your right hand, your left hand still going to town on your clit. Your legs start to quiver slightly, biting your lip a little more gently this time, holding your toy down on your spot. You legs start to shake uncontrollably, lifting into the air, your toes curling and locking in position.
“Fuck! Oh yes, Spencer, Oh!” You scream, jumping in shock as Spencer stumbles into your bedroom, catching himself on the door frame, his eyes meeting yours as you release all over the mattress, with a squeal of pleasure.
“Spencer! What are you doing home!? You weren’t supposed to be home for another hour!” You shriek, jumping from the bed and running into the bathroom, most certainly making a wet mess of the bedroom floor, your juices still dripping. Walking shyly over to the door, he gives it a timid knock.
“Y/N? I got home at the exact time I said I would. I’m assuming you lost track of time?” He inquires, his face still burning with embarrassment that he been caught catching you.
“You weren’t supposed to know!” You mumble into your hands, pressing your forehead to the cool wooden door.
“It probably won’t make you feel better but I already did–Will you open up?”
Your cheeks burn a bit at his question,
“Please? You’ve got my shirt on, I can’t see anything else, it covers you all. Please?”
Sighing, you unlock the door, standing there for a few seconds waiting. Turning away in embarrasment as you hear the door knob start to twist, Spencer pushes open the bathroom door. “Do you get bored when I’m at work?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist, and squeezing you gently.
“Mhm.” You admit sheepishly, turning around towards him. Staring up into his coffee coloured orbs, you smile softly, his lips parted ever so slightly as he leans down to kiss you. Raking your tongue just over his bottom lip, you nibble down a bit, earning a groan from him. His hands cup your face, deepening the kiss while his tongue begs entrance to your mouth. Pulling back slowly, you hold his gaze, his eyes saying it all.
“Spence–I want you so bad, right now.” You whisper.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He chokes out in embarrassment, you just nodding your head in response. You squeal happily as he picks you up swiftly, carrying you back to the bedroom, and placing you gently on the mattress.
25 Random Asks

1. Whats one thing on your bucket list?

2. Whats your least favorite food?

3. If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?

4. What do you do to unwind?

5. What movie do you wish life was more like?

6. What is the most interesting piece of trivia you know?

7. How many phones have you broken or lost?

8. What did you think was silly until you tried it?

9. When you are day dreaming, what do you dream about?

10. What was the weirdest habit you had as a child?

11. What was the last book that you got so absorbed in that you couldn’t put it down?

12. What’s your weirdest pet-peeve?

13. Are you a superstitious type of person? About what?

14. Do you like waking up early or staying up late?

15. Pick one to live in: beach, city, or country?

16. What was the last picture you took with your phone? 

17. What is your perfect pizza?

18. Have you ever been stung by a bee? 

19. What weird food combinations do you really enjoy?

20. What movie can you watch over and over without ever getting tired of?

21. If someone narrated your life, who would you want to be the narrator?

22. What’s the funniest joke you know by heart?

23. What game have you spent the most hours playing?

24. Do you eat food that’s past its expiration date if it still smells and looks fine?

25. What was the last song you sung along to?

A Movie Date

REQUEST: Can you do a scenario where reader and Jungkook go to see the movie Beauty and the Beast and reader gets cold during the movie (stereotypical date) and he gives y/n his sweatshirt?

Summary: After a lot of consideration, you let Jungkook take you out on a second date.
Type: Fluff
Members: Jungkook x Reader
Length: 949 words

~Admin Rated M

Originally posted by min-ty

“I don’t think I should go.” You nervously confess.

“What are you talking about?! Didn’t you say this guy was perfect? Tall, handsome, legs to die for?” your friend says with a wriggle of her eyebrows.

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Hey there! It sure has been a while, huh. ww; But, hey, I kept my promise!

So, how have you guys been? I’ve been rather busy. America is cool, but this university is quite demanding sometimes. I’m not complaining, considering I came here to work and all, but I wish I had some extra time. All I want to do after I’m done with my classes and homework is be lazy, to be perfectly honest.

What have you all been up to? Since I last showed my stupid head around here, I beat Undertale (just beaten—no true endings whatsoever), Layton and the Unwound Future (SO GOOD AND SO SAD) and Portal. I have also been rewatching Inazuma with my significant other, which is awesome! Oh, and I watched the newest Tri movie. It might not be perfect, but I get so easily pumped with that.

…And I have also been working on this nightmare.

Never in your wildest dreams would you assume that these four views took well over 20 hours of work (although I’d be willing to bet it took over 30). And that’s if we don’t take into account the amount of time I spent on OLDER VERSIONS OF THIS. I have been procrastinating on Fubuki’s miximax for years because I knew it would kill me. But, luckily, I’m not dead. I just wished I was a couple tens of times during the process. I hope @miyukiko​ won’t kill me either when she sees this, considering what I’ve done to her baby.

But it’s done! The result might not be the best and the rust might not help either, but this is it! Fubuki is finally done!! And, considering I have been working on this little shit for 2-3 years, I have my fair share of ideas about him. I’ll only cover one subject today, though.

Anyway, just in case anyone has never watched Digimon (which is a sin according to 8 different major religions), Fubuki is miximaxed with Gabumon, one of the main characters from Digimon Adventure, 02 and Tri! Not my personal favourite, but fairly awesome nonetheless.

As usual, more about FubuGabu under the cut.

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One day, one rhyme- Day 902 '3am'

3am is a lonely time,
All other times agree.
I once was up writing a rhyme
When 3am met me.
It told me it was the single
Most lonesome time of all.
Never a knock, doorbell jingle
Nor ever a phone call.
In fact 3am said I was
The first soul it had met,
Or the first awake one, because
Sleepers don’t count as yet.
Then it asked was I sleepwalking?
“No, I’m awake,” I swore.
3am and I got talking
About what times are for.
12am’s for movies, feasting
And ringing in New Years;
1’s for last minute studying,
And sharing hopes and fears.
2am’s when you drink cocoa,
Also the reading hour.
4’s for inventing a gizmo
And when bakers knead flour.
5 is too early for breakfast,
But perfect for coffee.
And by the time it’s 6, nights past
And days starting for me.
3am smiled and smiled again,
Said ‘twas nice to meet me.
I swore I’d visit now and then
To keep it company.

Somewhere Over The Rainbow (Sam x Reader)

Plot: The reader is dying and her and Sam look for funeral songs

Warning: Major angst, fluff if you squint, illness, coughing up blood, weight loss, sad sammy

For @ilostmyshoe-79 birthday challenge

Very short and possibly bad?

Sorry Kim for the sadness but I finally have an excuse to write this. Don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable!

Originally posted by spnjensenlove02

Sam will always remember that day. The worst day of his life.

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Searching for the Perfect Movie - Part 1 (TGC)

It was a rainy Wednesday evening as you made your way down to your local video store to rent out today’s DVD. With yesterday’s DVD in your hand, ready to be returned, you begin your hour long search for the movie of the night. 

After returning your movie from last night, you began your search. You weren’t exactly sure what you were looking for, so you assessed every isle of every genre. This was going to be a very long night.

You found it, the perfect movie of the night, it was there. You reach out your hand, just as when you feel it in your grasp, you felt a hand on top of yours. Astonished, you look up to see a handsome, blue eyed, ginger staring directly at you. You gasped as you felt a slight spark between you and him. You both held your gaze, none of you ready to accept defeat. He chuckled lightly. “You’re not letting go are you?” You shook your head. He looked impressed. “Well neither am I”.

Part 2