they look like boyfriends instead of best friends


If you look at “the glove thing” (you know which thing) a few times, you may have noticed the same thing as I did. Remember, they had no practice for this (!!!) because it was a last-minute decision by Yuri P. in the first place to have Otabek on ice with him. But like, watch the Glove Thing and look how it starts, it looks like Yuri P. is trying to do the face-caress thing that Yuuri K. and Viktor did in their skate… and then Fuckign Otabek Altin turns his head a little and rips the glove off with his teeth instead.


If that isn’t your best friend protecting your edgelord-ness IDK WHAT IS OK.

(And by best friend I mean Very Gay Boyfriend but also best friend ok)


“None of you are listening!” Kara yelled at the assembled women trying to save the world. “You know what? If you don’t need my ideas, you’re welcome to go fight the Daxamites by yourself.” She zipped across the room fast enough to blur, almost tearing the door to the fire exit off its hinges in her temper.

Alex moved to follow, but Cat waved her off.

“Agent Scully, keep an eye on Norma Bates here,” Cat nodded towards Lillian. “Supergirl and I are due for a catchup.” Her heels clicked across the floor as she followed in Kara’s wake. Those would have to be changed out for flats if she really would be expected to venture out in the field with them. That suggestion had been the reason for Kara’s outburst, or at least the last straw across her unbreakable back.

“Go away, Alex,” Kara grumbled, landing blows on a cleaner than average dumpster.

“Last I checked your sister wasn’t wearing Gianvitto Rossi heels. Need that superhearing checked?”

“I’m not going to allow it, so don’t start with me, Cat.”

“Allow?” Cat stepped in closer, wrinkling her nose at the mess in the alley. She made exceptions for Kara all the time, but really. “That chucklehead from Dixon has really done a number on you, if you think a grown woman has to be allowed to do any damn thing she wants. I’ll be a decoy if I’m needed, Kara.”

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Stubborn And Jealous (Damon Salvatore Imagine)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

PLOT: You’re friends with Stefan and dating Damon. Damon gets a little too jealous.
Word count: 978
Warnings: Swearing

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Well what would you have me do?”

“NOT THAT STEFAN!” You replied, getting out of his car and walking to the front door.

“There was no way in hell I was just going to sit there and listen to that scandal known as copyright!”

You huffed. This conversation had already been repeated on numerous occasions.

“Stefan, the 1975 are a unique band that have changed the world of music,” you stated sassily, wandering straight into the Salvatore Boarding House.

“Y/N, they’re just rip offs from a band that was back in the 70s and believe me, I was there, I know,” Stefan defended himself, closing the door behind you both and walking over to the glass cabinet and pulling out two tumblers.

You scoffed, “Well you didn’t need to yell at Matt to change the radio in front of the whole Grill! I wouldn’t be surprised if you were banned for life, and for you, that’s a long-time buddy,” you told him patronisingly, patting his chest.

He handed you a glass of Bourbon.

“I’m not going to apologise for my actions. The lead singer looks like a wet dog.”

Anger flooded through your blood. “Take that back Stefan Salvatore.”

He just laughed at you. However, you were feeling a little different towards the matter – defensive.

“Matty Healy is a living, breathing, walking, talking, goddamn SEX GOD! DO YOU UNDERSATND ME?” You yelled back at him, taking a step closer every time. Stefan wasn’t takin your petty little threat and burst out laughing. Little did he know, this enraged you even further.

Compressing your feelings until you had safely put your glass of Bourbon down on the table, you picked up the nearest cushion and started to attack him.

“Ow! Jesus-Y/N stop!” Stefan cowered behind his hands, trying to protect his face.



“THEN BYE-BYE PRETTY BOY!” You announced and carried on hitting him aggressively. You knew inside that you were probably taking it a little too far, but it didn’t matter.

At the end of the day, you were still best friends. You carried on hitting him until he fell to the floor, where you clambered on top of him and held his arms down to stop lashing out.

“Well,” a deep voice came from the doorway, “Sorry to interrupt.”

You looked up to the voice to see your boyfriend Damon, but he wasn’t happy. Instead, he looked at the position that you and Stefan had ended up in – you were straddling him. You got off Stefan, who was shooting you an apologetic look and walked over to Damon.

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” you started to stand up for yourself.

Damon just looked down at you, “Sure it wasn’t.”

And with that he walked up stairs, ending the conversation.

You turned back to Stefan as if to say ‘what should I do?’ and he nodded towards the stair case, giving you a small smile in return.

Taking two steps each time, you walked straight into Damon’s room, where he was just lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong Damon?” You asked, making your way over to him. But before you could, he stood up and looked at you angrily.

“You and Stefan. It’s always you and Stefan. I rang you six times to meet today, but no, you were with STEFAN! Are you getting my point?” He spoke down to you like a small child, the sarcasm dripping off every word.

“Damon,” you smirked, finally understanding what was going on, “Are you…jealous?”

He scoffed, “Jealous? No. I just don’t want my girlfriend to be hanging around my brother all the time.”

You started to laugh, “Oh my god, you are totally jealous!”

“AM NOT!” He yelled back.

“Yes, you are! You’re also stubborn.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” He shouted again, but he was only angry because he was getting caught out.

You decided to make him prove it. An idea struck your mind and you were feeling evil.

“Oh, ok then,” you acted, making it seem like you were giving up. But you were far from it.

Right then and there, you took off your shirt, revealing your new lacy bra.
Damon’s eyes lit up as he saw what you had done, and his classic smirk plastered on his face. Before he could say anything, you headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Damon asked, confused at why you would strip and walk.

“To see Stefan,” you replied simply.

Suddenly, a whoosh of cold air rushed past your face and Damon appeared in front of you, slamming the door shut.

“FINE!” He gave up, throwing his hands up in despair, “I am jealous! Happy now?”

You took his face in your hands, making him look directly into your eyes and you smiled.

“Damon Salvatore, I love you. Not Stefan, you. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Ok? Just accept that and stop being a paranoid boyfriend!” You told him truthfully.

Damon’s eyes softened as he took in the words. Passionately, he connected your lips and kissed you. Fireworks went off inside you like time-bombs, just waiting for the right moment to explode and make you truly happy. Eventually, he pulled away and brought you into his arms, his hands moving over your hair.

“God, I love you Y/N,” he whispered in your ear.

“I love you too Damon.”

My cousin and I were talking a few weeks ago and she said something that hit me so deeply and it just made so, so much sense, and she said that instead of thinking of people as like, “Oh, they used to be my boyfriend/girlfriend…they used to be my best friend…they used to be _____,” we need to start looking at them as someone who was put into our lives by the universe during a time period of our own lives when we were struggling…and that sometimes when people are “temporary,” they were really just gifts given to us by the universe to help us through that time when we may not have been able to get through it all by ourselves. Like…picturing them as little guardian angels to give us a little extra help during that tough time, you know? This puts things in an entirely different view and perspective and makes me feel so…warm. Like, thank you universe, for sending me that person for the time they were in my life for helping me through some trials.

Playing with Fire - 01

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy. 

Genre: Romance. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)

Length: 2.2k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 -  Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.

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You’re My Story

Request: How about a Jughead x reader with the prompt: “You are the Once Upon a Time, the words, the plot of the one story I never want to finish reading.”

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by noahsweetwne

This week had been particularly hard. Everything had come crashing down on you and when it reached Friday and you could finally feel yourself relaxing in your booth at Pop’s with a milkshake, you felt as if you could breathe again.

If it wasn’t ten pounds of assignments being assigned to you, it was homework. if it wasn’t homework it was your mom breathing down your neck about your grade that had drop a percent. If it wasn’t her, it was the drama of the town, the teasing of the jocks, the arguments of your friends. You were tired and it felt like there was so much on your plate, you didn’t truthfully care anymore.

You thought this, but you did. Because even though the week was over and you had finished everything you’d needed to finish, you could still feel your heart beating with anxiousness and your foot pouncing with stress. 

“Hey.” Looking up from your pink milkshake, you turned to see Jughead, your best friend and boyfriend sliding in the seat in front of you. You smiled, a half attempt of a smile, back at him as he took a sip from the milkshake you hadn’t even been drinking. You didn’t fight him, instead opted to resting your head on your palm and staring at him.

“Hey.” You mumbled, immediately Jughead knew something was wrong. So getting back up, he pushed you to the wall of your booth and slid in beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He wasn’t big on PDA, but he always made an exception for you. You leaned against his chest, enjoying the soft rhythm of his heart.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, mumbling it into your hair.

You sighed, “nothing.”

“Y/N, I know when something’s wrong.” He said, not letting this go. “Just tell me.”

You swallowed, finally happy someone had asked to such depths. “I’m stressed is all. I feel like everything’s crumbling around me and I feel like there so much pressure. Our friends aren’t speaking to each other, i’m afraid we’ll stop too, there’s been a murder, and my mom won’t leave me alone.” You explained, letting out a breath of exhaustion after you rambled.

Jughead squeezed his grip on you, “it’ll all be fine.” He soothed. And even though it was only four words, they helped calmed you more than anything.

“And regarding us, Y/N, i’ll never let you go. Even if you hate me. You are the Once Upon a Time, the words, the plot of the one story I never want to finish reading.“ He whispered against your hair and you smiled.

And if you ARE a cishet woman who feels defensive when lesbian, bi, and trans women talk about the homophobia and lesbophobia and transmisogyny that comes from cishet women, instead of getting upset, maybe re examine the way you treat LGBTPN women.

Do you make jokes about how you and your best friend are “omg so gay xD”?

Are you uncritical when your boyfriend watches lesbian porn or jokes about finding a bi girl to have a threesome with?

Do you make jokes about women looking like men?

Is your support of trans women only limited to the ones that “pass”?

When your friend came out to you as lesbian or bi or pan, did you respond with “lol do you have a crush on me”?

Do you make jokes about how you “look like a lesbian xD” when you wear a flannel shirt and boots?

Does your support of the LGBTPN community pretty much only extend to cis gay men? If so is your support really just fetishization?

Do you feel uncomfortable around lesbians in general?

Instead of calling misogyny, you need to think about things you do that may really hurt LGBTPN women.

Tattoo (M) | 01

PT. 1 | PT. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend having sex with your friend, you want nothing more than to erase that stupid tattoo of his name on your body.

Word Count: 5,888

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Mature subject matter and language

A/N: Inspired by Tattoo – ELO ft. Jay Park

“(Y/N)! Wait! I can explain!”

“Oh really? Then explain why the hell both you and my best friend are naked, with your dick in her mouth?” To no surprise, he couldn’t answer that. You stared straight at him and although you felt the urge to just collapse right then and there, you withheld yourself from doing so. This relationship was going to end tonight and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing him how absolutely broken you felt inside. “What? Suddenly you can’t speak now? Cause I’m pretty sure you’re capable of talking as you were just moaning her name a few moments ago.”

“(Y/N), please just let me explain. We were drunk and I-I thought she was you! I was thinking about you the entire time,” he tried to reason and you couldn’t help but snort at the ridiculous excuse he tried to come up with.

“The last time I checked, my name is not Hyuna, the name you were moaning. If you’re going to come up with a lame ass excuse like that, you should try harder. We’re done Song Mino,” you retorted and just as you were about to turn around, he grips onto your upper arm, pulling you back to face him. You were surprised just as he was, when you used the momentum of him spinning you back around to land a slap onto his left cheek, although you were glad you did. The stinging pain in your hand satisfied you because if your hand was ringing with pain right now, so was his face. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me again you horny cheating bastard.”

It was either the slap or the way you said those last few words, whichever it was, it left him staring at you with his mouth agape. As you walked away, you clenched your first, digging your fingernails into the palm of your hands to numb the pain. You weren’t so sure if you were trying to numb the pain in your hand from the slap, or the pain in your heart.

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Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. V

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist |

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog

Warnings: None. Unless you think Tequila is something to get warned about.

A/N: Today is February 6th and I’m already doing some Valentines ish chapters. Don’t mind me, I’m just being festive. Lol. | Feedback is always appreciated it! <3


Everyone had good days and bad days, it was something normal. In your case and for your sometimes extremely bad luck, things always came heightened. There weren’t good days, they were out of this world great days. But the bad days? They were the worst. Bad mornings like having some spilled coffee or forgetting your keys wasn’t your thing. No. Situations like this only backed up more your theory.

The universe must have single hand picked you to get the worst days. Sometimes you thought of going to see a psychic and getting into all the crystal meditation. Everything that helped your bad luck but yet again you ignored all those possibilities. You wouldn’t waste time in such things knowing that; it wasn’t bad luck, it must be bad karma. Out of all the days they could have picked to fire you, they picked today. Your twenty two birthday, not other day than February freaking fourth teen.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine IronFalcon in the 'my Nana thought you're my boyfriend so now I have to bring you to thanksgiving dinner or I'm pretty sure she's going to hate me forever' situation where they're good friends who have to pretend to be boyfriends, and then becoming boyfriends for real.

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“So you don’t have actual plans for Thanksgiving, right?”

Tony glanced up as Sam sat down next to him, fingers already tapping nervously over the textbooks for their shared lit class.

“Actual plans?” he echoed, and Sam nodded. “You mean like, actual plans besides the ‘annoy the shit out of Howard until Mom asks me to stop’ plans I already mentioned?”

Sam nodded again.

“No,” Tony said slowly. “No actual plans.”

“Good, good. So uh, I have a situation.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, suspicious and wary. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this….”

“Stop quoting Star Wars at me,” Sam said, then blurted, “Nana thinks you’re my boyfriend and demanded I bring you to Thanksgiving dinner so she can finally meet you.”

“She… what? How’d she get that idea?” Tony yelped, eyes going wide and panicked.

“I don’t know!” Sam said back desperately. “She just did, okay, and she’s so happy about meeting you and I am pretty sure if I show up without you that she’s going to hate me forever! Tony!” Sam whined. “I can’t have my nana hating me forever, she makes the best pies and she’ll not make my favorite for me if she’s despairing that we’re not actually dating!”

Tony made a rough noise, like a scoff. “She’ll hate us both if you lie to her!”

“Only a little bit!”

“This is a bad idea,” Tony insisted.

“It’s just for Thanksgiving! You’ll get free food out of it! I’ll buy you all the coffee you want for the rest of the semester!”

Tony paused, giving him an incredulous look. “Finals are coming up. That’s a horrible promise to make, Sam.”

“I am that desperate,” Sam said seriously. “Please?”

After a moment, Tony sighed, caving. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I’ll pretend to be your damn boyfriend, even though I think this is a horrible idea.”

“Thank you,” Sam gushed, hugging Tony for a moment before sitting back and opening his textbook. “Okay. Now that that crisis is over, on to this one.”

Tony grumbled, but opened his book as well.

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Faithless (Mikey X Reader)

Rating: PG-13

Universe: 2016

Authors note: Ok I wanted to write something dramatic with Mikey in it because well he’s the funny one and we don’t see it a lot. Also I don’t know if it’s possible to give a turtle a hickey but I feel that it fell in so perfectly with the plot that I think you will be able to forgive me just this once. Thank you 😘

Summary: Michelangelo makes a terrible mistake with your best friend, how’s he going to tell you???

Michelangelo’s brain twitched awake, axons fired up, flooding his brain with memories of what had happened last night. He basked in the glory, a goofy grin was plastered on his face as he turned to look over at his lover in the sheets. Her eyes were blinking open and her hair was carelessly strewn across her face and delicate shoulders. She glowed like a bronze goddess in the poorly lit space that was his room. April looked over to Michelangelo, who was already awake, staring at her, almost bouncing with bliss. She smiled,
“Hey.” She whispered.
“Hiiiiiii!” He exclaimed back. As soon as he spoke, it seemed to break the spell. The realization of what they had done slowly dawned on them. They were suddenly quiet, speechless. April checked her phone awkwardly, reaching for it all the way to the floor. She brought the small screen to her, and horror blanketed her face. “Whats wrong?” Asked mikey, watching her transformation. A text from [Y/N]. April felt panic rush through her body. She quickly ripped the blankets off of her and jumped out of bed. She gathered her clothes. “Hey calm down talk to me.” Mikey tried chasing after her but she had already pulled her shirt on.
“What’re we going to tell her?” April yelled. “She’s my bestfriend! She’s going to hate both of us.” Michelangelo quieted down, knowing she was right.
“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.” He trailed off. Mikey hated to see anyone hurt, and even less when he was the cause of it. April’s eyes seemed to hop everywhere at once, gears turned in her mind, trying to come up with any solution that was better then this one. An abrupt knock on Mikey’s door halted their conversation. They snapped their attention to the door, staring at it like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with the slightest movement.
“Mikeeeeey!” Yelled [Y/N] from behind his door. Their worst fears were confirmed, Aprils eyes overflowed with fear.
“It’s her!” She whispered frantically, looking in the room for somewhere to hide. Michelangelo panicked,
“UHhhhhhh…. no ones here.” He yelled back, meekly shrugging. [Y/N] laughed back,
“Mikeeeeey, let me in.” She smiled. “Quit being weird.” She could hear whispering and some clanging. She had decided to surprise mikey with some orange tulips. She knew how much he loved getting flowers, especially from her. Michaelangelo jerked the door open with a smile on his face. He leaned against the door casually,
“Hey baby girl.” He seemed out of breath. She gave him a look before entering his room.
“You’re so weird y’know that?” She chuckled. She looked around the room, it felt different to her somehow, the usually cheery atmosphere was almost dark.
“Are those tulips?” Mikey asked knocking her out of her trance. She smiled,
“Yes babe, I know how much you love flowers.” Mikey smiled and awkwardly accepted the flowers. Usually he got so giddy it was almost exciting to watch, but now he held the flowers like he needed to go pee. “Do you not like them?” She asked. Michelangelo shook his head,
“Of course I love them, I just-” Something huge fell in his closet, crashing onto the ground, forcing the closet door open and April with it. April landed at [Y/N]’s feet,
“April?” [Y/N] asked, confused as ever. She looked at Mikey for an explanation, but the guilty look on his face spoke for him. “What did you do mikey?” She still couldn’t understand why her best friend was in her boyfriends closet. She tried shooting michelangelo another a look but noticed something instead. “What’s on your neck mikey?” She looked at april this time, who also looked away, ashamed of what she had done. Dread filled her body, and she could feel a pool of emotions forming inside of her. “Are those hickeys?” She asked in a hushed tone. She hadn’t seen michelangelo in two days, there was no way she made those. Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to give them the satisfaction. “We’re over.” She stated and walked out the room. [Y/N] felt a tear slip down her cheek as she left them behind her.
“Wait!” Mikey yelled after her, desperate to calm her down.
“What!” She spat, stopping in the middle of the lair. “So you can tell me how amazing she was?” Michelangelo was taken aback by the question.
“What no-”
“And you!” She hissed at April who was now standing in the doorway, watching them intently. [Y/N] knew mikey’s brothers were also watching, but she didn’t care. “You’ve been complaining about how Raphael won’t notice you and so you turn around and have sex with my boyfriend?” She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, it was too much. “Oh my god I can’t even right now.” Words escaped her as anger consumed her body. She tried walking away but she had to say something. She turned back around barreling towards April. “You’re such a little bitch you know that!” [Y/N] chewed her fingernail nervously. She couldn’t just let this go. She flung her jacket off,
“Fuck this let’s go.” April was disturbed at how quickly her friend was willing to fight her, but she knew that’s how [Y/N] must have felt.
“I’m not going to fight you.” April stuttered.
“Oh so you can fuck my boyfriend but not fight me.” Mikey stood in between them as [Y/N] advanced and April shrunk behind him. “Back your shit up homegirl.” [Y/N] jeered. April stood in the doorway, her teal blue eyes filled with shame. She tried to apologize but was only able to move her lips to mouth the words. Leo and Donnie approached [Y/N], attempting to comfort her but she waved them away.
“What the hell were you two thinking?” Leo demanded to know. He couldn’t bear to see [Y/N] this way, especially because of his dumb ass little brother. she was like family. Mikey had messed up in the past, but this had to be the worst thing he had ever done. Leo’s blue eyes remained expectant but no answers came. Mikey thought it would be ok, but it wasn’t and he had hurt the person that cared about him the most. Leo shook his head in disgust. “Maybe you should go.” Leo directed his dissaproval towards April. She gasped, never thinking that she would be kicked out of their lair in her lifetime. 
“I-” words continued to fail her, and she gave up. “I’ll go.” was all she could muster. [Y/N] grasped at April as Leonardo held her back.
“Let me kick her ass Leo!” She roared as April gathered her things. “Fuck you and your bullshit O'neil!” She said, pointing at April as she scurried to get out of there. “Don’t you ever fucking speak to me again!” She yelled after her. Leonardo finally let [Y/N] go as soon as he was sure April was gone. She suddenly felt a million things at once and collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed with emotion. [Y/N] buried her face in her hands. “I loved you.” She whispered to herself. Raphael rushed towards mikey, almost knocking him backwards as they bumped plastrons.
“I’m going to kill you.” Although him and April really hadn’t really gotten anywhere, he had feelings for her, and [Y/N] had just confirmed that she had feelings for him too. Michelangelo tried to back away but Raphael was persistent and backed him into a corner. Raphael’s face told a story of betrayal, completely opposite from the look of shame and guilt in his little brothers eyes. He looked over to [Y/N],
“You did this to her,” he snarled. “I hope you’re happy.” [Y/N] picked herself up, only motivated by the anger that seemed to be slowly coiling in her stomach.
“It’s ok raphael,” she growled. “I got this.” Raphael saw the same angry glow in her eyes that he usually saw in the mirror.
“This whole time,” she said steadily. “you lied to me?” She twitched her head to the left, trying to comprehend. Mikey felt the weight of her glare on him, like she was suffocating him with her eyes. He backed up.
“No just let me explain.” He pleaded. Her nostrils flared at him.
“What’s there to explain Mikey, you fucked her and that’s all that matters!” Anger possessed [Y/N], her voice coming out in loud billowing echoes. “I never want to see you again!” She marched towards him, and Michelangelo forced himself to stay in place. She stopped abruptly, slapping him with the bouquet of tulips she had brought. They fell to the floor, pieces of the flowers floated around it as it dropped to the ground. [Y/N] stomped onto it, crushing it with her heel while she looked him dead in the eyes. “Fuck this shit.” Leo and Donnie stood behind her looking as ashamed as Michelangelo.
She turned around to march out of the lair, walking up to Donatello first. She looked at Mikey with the fiery hate of hell one more time before grabbing Donnies bandana tails and pulling him to her mouth. Donnie flailed helplessly in shock.
“Call me.” She winked, pulling his face from hers. “See ya asshole!” She waved and disappeared out the door.


The evening had started out wonderfully with Eggsy asking you out on a date. He forgot to mention that the two of you wouldn’t be alone, instead accompanied by his two mates, but you let it go. He didn’t get to spend a lot of time with his family or friends since he started his job. The food arrived and you were happily munching the delicious assortment on your plate when it started going downhill after several pints of beer.

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Listen To My Heart~3~ Mark Andrews

Originally posted by travbanks

Part 2

“ Fuck off!” you hear Claire yell, it could be heard through the whole arena. You took a deep breath in closing you eyes and gritting your teeth. Lately, Claire has been in an outrage, screaming and yelling at everything and every one. You peeked around the corner seeing Claire pushing a crew member away from her, she kept pushing him until he was far away from her well what space she liked him to be.

“ Jesus, take a chill pill Claire..” you mumbled underneath your breath. 

“ GO!”  Claire demands to the crew member that he was only staring at her and not doing any work around. 

You put your head back from peeking around the corner as Claire was heading towards your way. She came around the concern and you pretended that you weren’t listening to her conversation with the crew member rather just thinking to yourself. 

She began telling you about the crew member should be fired instead of looking at women like her.Then the subject changed to Claire lecturing you about having random men around. You let out a groan rolling your eyes not wanting to hear whatever she had to say. All you could understood from her was nonsense coming from her mouth.  

Claire smacked your arm, glaring at you.  

“ Is this really what your doing?!” Claire spitted, angrily, “ Really? Hooking up with random men instead of talking to your friends?!”

Claire could never imagined you being like this with different kind of men coming in and out of your hotel room.It was rare for you to act this way. Claire should of seen this coming, she should of looked after you instead of being with Mark all the time. 

Claire knew that you maybe have feelings for her boyfriend, watching when she mentioned his name, you would flinch or cringe. She was selfish to date a man like Mark when after all it was you who loved him first. She never wanted to hurt you, her best friend. It threw her off guard that you, little old you, her best friend, the person that has always been for her, was falling. 

Claire didn’t catch you in time to see you fall and shut down. She thought that all you needed was space, so she stopped thinking about what was best for you.

Mark, was the other way around. He always came by your hotel room knocking on your door, begging on his knees for you to open the door for him. He would cry out your name in the middle of the night, wishing you were there with him.
You had heard him begging for you to talk to him and you were afraid that Mark would never feel like you feel for him. That it was one big joke. There was so much only you could bear, you had no idea how much more you could take before you really broke.

“ I didn’t” you mumbled, rolling your eyes again when you looked over to an un-happy Claire. 

“ Just thinking.” 

It was a complete lie. Your intentions was to ignore every one, emotions over bearing waiting to just get out. The only option you thought was sleeping with different men would keep them away. A kind of distraction.

Claire sighed to herself, she wrap her arms around you.She has never seen you looking so lost in her life. It scared her. She never imagined the pain you were going through.

“ I should of seen it Y/N, I’m so sorry, I know I’m a bad friend for not considering your feelings-” she pulled away looking at you, really looking at you. “ For Mark. You are turning your back on everything. From your emotions and him.” 

Your lip quiver and eyes welling up in tears, for the first time you actually cried since the last time you saw Mark at the parking lot. Claire half smiled when she finally saw you letting out some sort of emotion.

“ Talk to me. Y/N, we are best friends. You can no longer hide..” 

“ What do you want me to say?” you whispered, words breaking as you said each word. “ How am I suppose to tell my other best friend that I desperately am in love with him when he doesn’t feel the same for me? How was I suppose to talk to you when your the one dating him? How could I do that to you? You were the one who started to play your games! You knew how I fucking felt!”

By now you were screaming your head off in front of her. The words coming out like venom, her mood change suddenly making Claire take a step back, terrified.

“ You always get what you want! You always take every thing from me!

“ Y/N.. please..I-”

“ No! Even if it’s my happiness, you take it!”  by now your voice is cracking as once again sobs jumble up with your words.  Everything was coming all at once, every thing you held in was finally coming out. It was like all the emotions tugging at the edge of your throat. 

“ Oh Y/N…” Claire lets out her own tears as she embraces you in her arms once again and rubbing your back to soothe you. It was all her fault that you never got what you deserved, she always got everything while not looking at the big picture of you in the corner feeling helpless and alone. You bury your face in her shoulder, you wish you could stay angry at Claire but you don’t have the heart to. 

“ You have to understand Claire. I love him. I need him.” you continued to sob into her shoulder, hugging her tight. 

“ And I hate how he makes me feel… I crave him…” 

“ Shhh Y/N…” Claire kisses the side of your head, holding you. Claire now understands that Mark and you belong together, you need him to make you happy. 

“ Let me get you a glass of water” Claire says as she lets you go, going to get you a bottle of water from her bag before giving it to you. “ Here, sit” she kneels down on the ground, patting it motioning for you to take a seat. Claire rubs your back as you take a drink from the bottle of water she gave you. 

“ You need each other” Claire says, taking the bottle from your hands before grabbing your own.

“ He’s different with you, he laughs with you and is more well Mark, he’s open and trust you more than me. He’s much happier when he’s with you.
You shut your eyes close, lip still trembling as whimpers escape your mouth. There was still a chance for Mark and you.

“ He would talk to me about, sharing stories of you two together. He felt at ease around you.” Claire leans over bringing your face so she could see you, brushing away your tears with her fingers. 

“ He doesn’t really love me Y/N. He loves you, no matter how much you don’t believe it. He does. You are his only choice, I see it in his eyes” you listen as she talks to you, a smile letting upon your face hearing them. There was no longer a pang of hurt but hope, something you haven’t felt in awhile.

“ But your relationship…” 

Claire shakes her head, “ Y/N, don’t. You love the man, I have never seen you so in love with someone before like you love Mark. I’m not mad, you need him.” Claire bumps shoulders with you, a smile on her face. 

“ Go look for him” 

You have been looking for Mark all around until he walks through the curtains. He must of had his match just moments ago. 

“ Y/N?” He asks stopping in his tracks. He holds himself back from reaching out you not knowing what is about to happen. You take in a deep breath, not really expecting to see him this soon, and not expecting to see a smile on his face when he is looking at you.

“Y-Y/N?,” he whispers. He pants, sweat rolling down his chest as he looks at you, blinking his eyes not believing that you were standing in front of him. It surprised him more when you reached out to touch his cheek, looking at him like he was the only one that mattered.

“ I’m here, Mark” you mumble, rubbing your thumb along his cheek, “ I’m here.” He turns his head so that your hand is against his lips, his facial hair tickling your wrist. He kisses your palm before you move it to his sweaty hair, running your fingers through it.

He closes his eyes at your touch, he is melting at your touch. 

“ Can we talk?”He asks. 

“ Yes” he takes a hold of your wrist before taking you to a random room closing the door behind him. There is tension in the room that you both can’t seem to shake off, a conversation to starts hard. 

“ Were you going to tell me?” He asks. Your heart raced at his words, did he know? You acted as if you had no idea what he was talking about, shrugging your shoulders at the question. 

“ That you love me..” your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip as you looked away from him. You weren’t used to just letting out your emotions on the table.

“ I’ve told you..” you lie. Mark eyes darkened, hands going into a fist and his law clenches. He knew when you lied and it hurt him. 

“ Fuckin’ bullshit! He scoffs. “ Yeh never tell me anythin’!” you sigh as you cross your arms across your chest.

“ It don’t matter..”

“ Are yeh fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now!? It does matter!” He angrily stomped towards you. His hands grip your face, “ I need yah to tell me the truth for once!” he says through his gritted teeth. 

You place your hand on top of his wrist, right now his eyes were beautiful as he angrily step at you.

“ I was going to tell you Mark, but you got with Claire and it all broke down for me” Mark lets you go as he falls to his knees. “ That night, you fell asleep in my lap and told me right before you closed your eyes that she was worth fighting for and you were going to have her. I told you when you fell asleep…” 

“ Yeh have no idea how it’s good to hear ‘hat. I loved you too , back then..” He whispers, “ I just didn’t know it. I didn’t understand anythin’ really until yeh walked out of my life. I trusted you so much, but you left and I felt nothin’ “
He stands up, you sigh as you take both his hands in yours intertwining your fingers together.

“ I didn’t matter that Claire and I were together. She’s amazin’ but she isn’t yeh.”
“ I’ve always loved you, Mark, “ you whisper, “ I never stopped. No matter how much I tried to stop, I will always love you Mark Andrews.” 

He couldn’t hold it any longer, his lips pressed against yours, both desperate to finally kiss one another and letting out a moan as they moved as one. He pushes you against the wall, you don’t care that he’s sweaty. 

Your hands dig into his shoulders as he grips your hips, “ You are my everything” he says as he kisses you again. He opens his eyes, a little bit looking at your features. From your teary red eyes to your small nose to your lips, you were so beautiful. He presses his lips against yours again, his hands going into your hair brushing it back. 

Your hands roam down his chest, “ You are beautiful, you know?” a blush tints his cheeks as he hears you say that.

“ Yeh take my breath away..” he mumbles with a grin on his face. 

“ Oh shut up and kiss me” He chuckles leaning down capturing your lips with his once again, he was more than happy to finally have you as his.

ifyoudareto-believe  asked:

4 and 8 with Jinyoungie from Got7, please? Thank you 😄😄

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Propmt: 4 ~ “Hold on, you aren’t jealous, are you?” + “I swear to god you’re such a child sometimes”

Words: 757

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I actually really loved the way this turned out. Jinyoung is such a cutie and I really love writing about him.

Jinyoung’s jaw clenched tightly together as he held onto his drink tightly, watching as his girlfriend danced with one of this best friends, Jackson, on the dance floor of the club that they were at. One might ask why he didn’t go up there and pull her away like a normal boyfriend would have, but she was sober and he knew [y/n] wouldn’t try anything on Jackson, also, she looked so happy as she danced with him, the two of them having so much fun.

Jinyoung felt his chest tighten and his blood beginning to boil as he continued to watch the pair. He wished it was him out there on the floor with her instead of Jackson. Why wasn’t he out there with her? Only God knows why Jinyoung wasn’t there with her, even Jinyoung doesn’t know why he refused [y/n]’s offer to dance. She had tried to persuade him and he declined saying that he much rather just sit and have a drink. He didn’t really expect her to ask Jackson instead, but then again, it really is his own fault.

Jackson reached his arm out and wrapped it tightly around [y/n]’s middle, pulling her closer as they danced. [y/n] gave him a small smile as she unraveled herself from the tipsy man. Jinyoung let out the breath he was holding in relief that his girlfriend denied the skinship with the older hyung. Jinyoung was done sitting around and acting like a jealous boyfriend. He quickly stood up from his seat, gulping down the last of his drink and walked out to the dance floor to pick up his lady. Once he got there, [y/n] greeted him with a happy smile.

“Did you change your mind?” She asked as she looked up at him with happy eyes.

Jinyoung kept a straight face and looked at Jackson (more like glared) and then back to his girlfriend, shaking his head as he grabbed her arm. [y/n] looked at him confused and cocked her head to the side. She reached her free hand out to touch Jinyoung’s face. Jinyoung pushed her hand away and began to pull [y/n] out of the club, not a words spoken between the two of them. It wasn’t until they got outside the venue when [y/n] stopped walking and spoke up breaking the silence between the two of them.

“Jinyoung,” She said as she struggled to stand still as Jinyoung tried to pull her along with him, “Please stop, you’re hurting my arm.”

Jinyoung stopped trying to pull [y/n] and turned his head slightly to look back at her. The girl looked up at him with concern in her eyes. [y/n] took a step closer so she was now standing directly behind her boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, “You’ve never acted like this.”

“I don’t want you dancing with anyone that’s not me,” He spoke as his body became tense, “I didn’t like seeing you dancing with him. I don’t want Jackson touching you like that ever again, you’re my girlfriend, no one else’s. I should be the only one touching you like that, it should have been me out there with you instead of Jackson. I’m such a dumbass for denying your reqest-”

[y/n] winced as Jinyoung continued to ramble on, his grip tightening around her wrist as he grew more and more angry with both Jackson and himself. Jinyoung heard her wince of pain and stopped talking to look at [y/n]. He muttered out a sorry and let go of her arm.

“Jinyoungie,” She spoke softly.

“I’m sorry [y/n], but I just don’t like it when guys who aren’t me are touching you like that. It’s so heartbreaking and it makes me-”

“Hold on,” [y/n] cut him off, “You aren’t jealous, are you?”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened in shock as he quickly shook his head, his face flushing a light pink color.

“I am not,” He scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

[y/n] giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Sure you aren’t,” She spoke teasingly.

Jinyoung pouted and resembled a small toddler when they didn’t get the toy they wanted from the store. [y/n] laughed at the image and stood up on her tip toes to kiss her boyfriend’s cheek gently.

“I swear to god you’re such a child sometimes,” She said.

Jinyoung pulled [y/n] close to him by the waist and leaned his forehead against her own.

“Yeah, but I’m your child,” He said as he closed the gap between them, both of them smiling against each other’s lips.

anonymous asked:

Maybe a heith kiss? For your prompt request thing? Good luck on your finals! I just finished mine..

i’m always a slut for heith!! taking this opportunity to flex one of my AU’s <3this is longer than i meant oops.

[ read on ao3! ]

Hunk thinks about kissing Keith a lot, and judging by the amount that Keith mentions it, he thinks about it a lot too.

Shiro thinks they’re sweet- but Hunk thinks he’s just excited that Keith is actually interested in talking to someone that isn’t Shiro, and maybe a little bit that that person is Hunk. Lance thinks Keith isn’t good enough for Hunk, but Hunk is pretty sure Lance doesn’t think anyone is good enough for him- not even himself. Maybe Shiro. Pidge has been slowly forging a friendship with Keith and they think Hunk is good for him. They think Keith is good for Hunk too. Allura coos over them and Coran is decidedly without opinion, stating he doesn’t need to be in other people’s business.

Regardless of what the others think of them, falling for a boy two thousand miles away fucking sucked.

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anonymous asked:

hello! I'm looking for a fic where dan had severe anxiety and his boyfriend cheated on him, and him and chris are best friends. I remember dan and phil like.. napping together a lot and they make out a few times because dans sad. it was on ao3(?) thanks!! :)

Irresistible - At seventeen and deteriorating, Dan Howell thought he had a bright future to look forward to; one that didn’t include his constant panic and arguing parents, and instead encompassed the perfect white picket fence dream with his best friend and assumed soulmate Grayson. It had been the only thing that kept him fighting for so long, and when it’s violently ripped away from him in a mere few weeks, he feels as though someone had cut his only lifeline. It was entirely up to his new friend Phil to help rebuild what Dan had lost, but neither were convinced it was possible in the slightest.

- Rachel

keepfaithbaby  asked:

What do you think will happen to Quil and Claire?

I think SM intends for Claire to grow up and for them to fall in love.  But I don’t think people really work that way? I just don’t understand how Quil can go 15 years seeing her as a little sister and then one day flip this switch and see her as a romantic partner. Likewise i don’t understand how Claire is going to be able to fall in love with a guy who was a big brother/uncle sort of figure in her formative years. With healthy people, she’d always see him as family and not have any romantic or sexual attraction to him. 

So I sort of developed a convoluted explanation for the imprint that addresses the passing on of genes thing and has a heavy does of Fate that SM likes so much. 

I like to imagine that Claire is gay. Quil has always been there for her, so he’s the first person she comes out to and he’s 100% supportive, but kind of confused because what does this mean for the imprint? Instead of a boyfriend he becomes her best friend and staunchest ally, and without the idea of a romantic imprint, he goes back to his flirty pre-imprint self and he and Claire go to bars together looking to meet girls. 

One night Quil hits on this girl who bluntly rejects him by saying she’s a lesbian, and Quil’s like… have you met Claire?  Claire and the girl hit it off, fall in love, get married (Quil is the best man) and start their lives together.  When they decide to have children, they ask Quil to be the sperm donor, and so the genes are passed on to the next generation as the imprint intended, just not in a way anyone would have imagined. 

And Quil either finds some girl to marry himself or he just stays a flirty bachelor forever and a fun, doting uncle/bio-dad to Claire and Mrs. Claire’s kids. 


pairing: lin x reader

warnings: toxic relationships at the start. some cursing. mostly fluff.

summary: the three times saying ‘i love you’ was a mistake. the one time it wasn’t.

words: 1028.

notes: alright so ?? this is the first time i’ve written something xreader !! and the first time im posting my writing on tumblr !! i dont know if its good so i’d really appreciate some feedback<3 (also english isnt my first language so feel free to correct me if i made some mistakes!!)

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pastel--sunsets  asked:

Can you do a drabble where g dragon gets mad at you for talking to someone else in bigbang

Sure thing babe!!! 

G-Dragon Drabble

Originally posted by gtothetop8

When your boyfriend, Kwon Ji-yong better known as G-Dragon or GD, invited you to BIgBang’s album release party you just couldn’t decline. The party was very packed to say the least. Foreign bodies mold to other foreign bodies and the oxygen became harder to get. Luckily for you, you had already made your way to the V.I.P section where BigBang was. Sitting down next to T.O.P because both sides of your boyfriend were taken up by groupies.

  Pfft, what an ass. You think to yourself as you take a drink of the alcohol and shake your head. This didn’t go unnoticed by T.O.P, chuckling he leans forward and looks at you.

 “ Yah, Y/n! You’re not jealous are you?” He asked while nodding over to your boyfriend who seemed more than intrigued in the conversation he was in.

 “ Me? Jealous.. of that? No. In order for me to be jealous, she would have to have something I want.” You defend, drinking more.

 “ Something… like your boyfriend’s attention?” T.O.P laughed. You slapped him on the shoulder and laughed a little. You knew that he only wanted to mess with you, he was your best friend and he knew how to get under your skin.

 “ Fuck off Top.” You flip him off and laugh a little more, falling on to his shoulder. You two share laughs as he continues to fill up your cup for what seems like forever. 

That is until GD decides to disengage himself from his conversation enough to pay attention to yours. “ Yah! Jagi! What do you think your doing over there? Come sit by your boyfriend.”

 You had one to many drinks and T.O.P could only laugh because he knew what was gonna happen. You were gonna cause a scene and GD would cause a bigger one. 

  “Y/n! Stop flirting with my best friend and come sit next to oppa!” He drunkenly laughed, patting the new empty seat.

 You scoff, “ Did your date go to the bathroom?” He stood up and grabbed your arm, “ No my date is flirting with my best friend.”

 “ Our best friend has been more of a date than my own boyfriend has!” You sneer as you snatch your arm away.

He follows you to the less crowded hallway and pushes you against the, his arm trapping you. “ Why are you always flirting with Top?! Why don’t you just date him instead of me if you like him so much?!” His face inches away from yours, his eyes look about 20 shades darker and you can see the hurt and anger in his eyes. 

 “ Do you want to be with him instead of me?! God Y/n, you make my blood boil, why can’t you be like every other girlfriend and only talk to me? You’re so friendly, it makes me sick. I’m supposed to be your main interest, not T.O.P!” You just stare at him, realization finally hitting you.

 GD was jealous of T.O.P and your friendship. “ Once you sat down I was going to stop talking to them but then I saw you having a damn good time with Top and.. “ He looks you in your eyes and shakes his head.

 “ You were jealous?” You whisper, hoping that this was the reason.

 “ Of course I’m jealous. You’re supposed to be mine, like I’m yours. I know what you thought when you saw those girls but if you would’ve paid attention you would have noticed me encouraging them to get up for you.” He explained, leaning his forehead on yours.

 “ Are you mine Y/n..?” He was so quiet but you managed to hear him.

 “ Only if you’re mine..” He answered your assumption with a rough but passionate kiss and it became clear to both of you, you were each others. 

ronnie-lodge  asked:

bellarke + 'I originally followed you on Instagram bc you’re hot and I’m thirsty but now I’ve developed actual feelings for you bc you’re a genuinely good person’ HAPPY FUTURE HOLIDAYS!!! and thanks 🙈

Clarke’s original reasons for following Octavia’s brother were far from pure, but she thinks it would be hard for anyone to figure that out. After all, she found out about his Instagram because Octavia posted a picture of the two of them with the caption: Finally got my dork brother on Instagram (and in Boston!!), everyone follow @theblakemistake.

If anyone asked, she was just following orders. It was not at all that he was really, really hot. No one could prove otherwise.

Especially when she keeps following him through the rocky first weeks of his Instagramming. Given how Bellamy Blake looked–broad shoulders, tan skin, toothpaste-commercial smile, artfully mussed hair, topped off with a pair of black hipster frames and a generous sprinkling of freckles–she assumed Octavia’s descriptor of “my dork brother” was just a little sister teasing.

But Bellamy’s inaugural Instagram post is a picture of a plant Clarke can’t identify with a truly dorky caption:

Things @octaviathefirst (am I doing that right) made me get today:

1. Instagram account
2. Plant

I figure I might as well use the first to monitor the second and see which one dies first.

And then he actually lists information about the plant. Like how many leaves it has and its color and the dampness of the soil. It is not at all what Clarke was expecting, but she finds herself actually kind of looking forward to his daily plant updates. His captions are fun, and he is really worried about his ability to keep the thing alive, which is really endearing.

After a week and a half of that, he finally posts another picture of himself, wearing pajamas and holding an orange kitten. Which is exactly the content Clarke was looking for. That’s what she’s about.

So, it’s come to my attention (s/o to @octaviathefirst) that I’m “doing it wrong” and just posting pictures of my plant is “boring and sad.” So I guess people on Instagram like cats? That’s what I’m getting. Anyway, this is Hermes, he’s an asshole.

PS: I’m still doing the plant updates.

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