this is so not a serious drinking game

the ghost ship that didn’t carry us

egobang :: m :: game grumps :: arin wakes up in a parallel universe where he married dan instead of suzy. 

(i’ve had a number of requests to repost this, since i pulled it from ao3 a few months ago!  it was originally posted last april, and have been really heartened to hear how many people enjoyed it since it was taken down.  so in honor of april fool’s day, my take on Wake Up Married: 

It’s not like Arin’s never thought about it–him, Dan.  Arin’s had a few dozen thousand very gay thoughts about Dan, because Dan is Dan.  Dan’s not just unconventionally attractive, he’s hot, he’s scorching to such a degree that Arin would worry that if Dan actually got his mouth on Arin’s junk that all the ball hair would be singed off by sheer proximity. If Arin hadn’t met his soulmate at age fourteen, eyes locking across the crowded hall of an anime convention, he’d be the first to admit without any hesitation that Dan would probably have turned him totally, completely into a brunch-loving, pastel-wearing cock sucker.  Dan would have full dibs on his butthole, and there’s no shame in knowing it.  

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Critical Role Drinking Game

Done with the help of @maxbegone (Ally) and @kaleidoscopegirl (Stacey)!!

Drink responsibly critters!

but like don’t do this because you might die from alcohol poisoning

- Drink every time someone laughs so hard they go off frame
- Drink every time one of the cast takes a drink
- Drink every time someone laughs off set
- Drink every time Liam gets super duper serious™
- Drink every time Pike saves someone’s ass
- Drink every time Keyleth makes an awkward comment
- Drink every time Matt says “How do you want to do this?”
- Drink every time Taliesin changes his hair
- Drink every time Vax goes stealth (two shots if he puts the hood up)
- Drink every time Grog rages (two shots for a frenzied rage)
- Drink every time Scanlan sings
- Drink every time Vex winks at someone
- Drink every time Taliesin rolls a natural 20
- Drink every time Liam reaches over to tap Travis
- Drink every time Sam does a promotion during announcements
- Drink every time Trinket nudges Vex
- Drink every time Will Wheaton rolls a number higher than 5
- Drink every time Percy misfires
- Drink every time Orion says something that has already been said
- Drink every time Laura does “Hunter’s Mark” out of combat
- Drink every time the party gets something out of the bag of holding
- Drink every time Matt forgets about a bonus action
- Drink every time Travis rolls a successful beard check (two shots if Laura touches Travis’ face)
- Drink every time Liam says “Dagger, dagger, dagger”
- Drink every time someone in the party starts crying
- Drink every time you start crying
- Drink every time a dice lands on the floor (two shots if the dice was thrown there in a fit of frustration)
- Drink every time the party gets Matt to laugh
- Drink every time Scanlan and Grog go out in search of Lady Favors
- Drink every time Laura wears her glasses (two shots if she spends more than 2 minutes looking for them first)
- Drink every time the twins cuddle
- Drink every time Taliesin and Marisha cuddle
- Drink every time Marisha does hand motions for one of her spells
- Drink every time Vex pulls her bow out before initiative is rolled
- Drink every time there is a technical difficulty on stream
- Drink every time Matt says their break will be 5 minutes (two shots if the break lasts longer than 10 minutes)
- Drink every time there’s a guest star
- Drink every time Ashley is not in attendance
- Drink every time a funny phrase said by the party is then turned into a t-shirt (two shots if the cast wears them, one additional shot if more than one cast member is wearing the same shirt)
- Drink every time Vex haggles (two shots if it’s another party member purchasing and Vex tells them to haggle)
- Drink every time a party member rides Trinket
- Drink every time a cast member joins the session late
- Drink every time Vex kisses someone’s cheek (two shots if it’s someone other than Percy)
- Drink every time Matt loses it at the start of the stream because a cast member said something weird and/or inappropriate
- Drink every time Matt pronounces “sigil“ wrong
- Drink every time Sam wears one of his custom shirts
- Drink every time the stream starts with Matt speaking but you can’t hear him
- Drink every time Vex calls someone “darling”

Last but certainly not least:
- Drink yourself into a stupor every time a party member dies and you’re just as scared as Vox Machina is

Feel free to comment and add your own!

Family portraits

Batfamweek 2017, day #1: family.

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It starts with a casual comment, one that shouldn’t bother him so much. And it doesn’t. Not right away.

“You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. She started working at WE two weeks ago and Tim thinks her name is Kathy, or July, or something like that. He’ll pick it up eventually. Now he just blinks up at her from behind the pile of reports he’s working on.


She bits her bottom lip, now looking embarrassed at her own straightforwardness, and vaguely gestures at his desk again.

“No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?”

Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.

“Well”, he smiles politely. “I’m just trying not to look like I’m fifty and live only for my work, to the point to spend all my time in my office and need photographic reminders of what my family looks like.”

Kathy or July or something like that frowns at him.

“Beside, my family is really ugly”, Tim continues, going for less subtle sarcasm, but the joke doesn’t really comes out his mouth as a joke, and KathyJulySomethingLikeThat looks more confused than before.

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An Honest Mistake

This is probably one of my favorite prompt ideas I’ve ever gotten honestly. @mikimiska113 , I love this so much!

Takes place on Dragonstone. More alcohol involved lol 

Jon hadn’t known what to expect when Tyrion had invited him to his solar late at night for a ‘serious discussion’ but it hadn’t been a drinking game with him and Grey Worm. 

He poured himself another glass, knowing even as he topped it off that he should stop now before he did something he would regret later. But he also knew that he wouldn’t; it was nice, in a way, to just be able to talk freely about nothing of consequence with a couple of friends (at least, he hoped Grey Worm was a friend; it was hard to tell sometimes with the Unsullied commander) without worrying about what would happen on the morrow. 

“The last time you lay with someone,” Tyrion said, looking at both of them with eyes that were barely bloodshot, even though he’d drank more wine than both of the others combined. “Lord Snow, you’re first.”

He toyed with the rim of his glass, not looking at either of them. “Several years,” he muttered as he took another long sip. 

Tyrion almost spat out his wine. “Several years? I would have supposed the first thing you did once you left the Night’s Watch would be to find a woman to lie with.” Jon noticed he didn’t say anything about how Jon had broken his vows; doubtless he’d already guessed. The Lannister had always seemed to know things without anyone telling him. 

“Didn’t find the right woman. I’m still looking.”

“If you wanted to, there are brothels near the harbor-”

He shrugged. “Whores have never been my type.” Not after his own mother had likely been one; he wouldn’t condemn an innocent child to his fate. 

“Well, you have more restraint than I do.” Tyrion turned to Grey Worm, who took another sip from his glass. “And what about you, Grey Worm? I’m sure there are other ways you can find pleasure, even without your…parts.”

 The soldier nodded, stone faced. “Several days ago.”

This time Tyrion really did spit out his wine. “Did you really? I was expecting it would take at least another month. Was it Missandei?”

Grey Worm nodded again, still expressionless. 

“Well, that’s excellent. Congratulations. As for myself…I have to confess, I haven’t lay with anyone since right before I left Meereen. Being the Hand to the Queen is quite time consuming and I haven’t had the time or interest to explore the harbor.” He spoke casually and drank more wine; Jon wondered just how much he was used to drinking, because he was already starting to feel sick. 

“She’s quite a woman,” Jon replied. He couldn’t imagine having that job the Dragon Queen was fiercely passionate about the causes she cared about, but also fiery and impulsive. She may not have been her father, but many of her Targaryen traits were readily apparent. 

“That she is. Her heart is in the right place…she just isn’t always certain how to go about accomplishing her goals. Very like someone else I know.”

Jon reddened. “She’s quite determined.”

“She wouldn’t have gotten very far if she’d been anything less. Certainly not to the place she is now. Grey Worm, what do you think we should do about Cersei Lannister?”

“I am not strong at diplomacy, only at battle. We could overrun the city easily, within a day…but the Queen will not, because she does not wish to hurt innocents. But we are running out of choices; the longer we allow the Mad Queen to rally her forces the more likely that she will attack in a way that we will have trouble repelling.” 

“You’re a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Grey Worm didn’t answer. “What would you do, Jon Snow, if you were in our position?”

Jon shrugged. “I have no place-”

“Hypothetically. The Queen seems to value your counsel; you stopped her from burning the Red Keep to the ground.” 

“It doesn’t matter what I say, what any of us do, if we don’t confront the threat to the North.”

“I don’t know much about the White Walkers, but I’m beginning to think that you bring them up whenever you don’t want to talk about something.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

Tyrion smirked, refilling his glass and Jon’s without being asked. “You’re not as clever as you believe you are, Lord Snow. Not so good at hiding your emotions. Or maybe I’m just used to seeing people in love-God knows my siblings were always giving each other eyes, even when we were growing up. I know what a man looks like when he’s undressing a woman with his eyes.” 

Jon felt the back of his neck redden. “I did nothing of the sort.”

“He did, didn’t he Grey Worm?”

Jon silently pleaded with Grey Worm, hoping he could find an ally, but the soldier only looked slightly more interested. “He watches the Queen whenever he believes she’s not looking.”

“That’s not true-” Jon protested. 

“Grey Worm is a skilled soldier of the most highly disciplined army in the known world. Forgive me if I believe him more than I believe you. New round: we’ll ask you a question and you give us an answer. If we think you’re lying, you have to take another drink.”

He already knew he’d feel ill in the morning. “I shouldn’t-”

“A drink or two won’t hurt you. Trust me. I would know.” 

Jon sighed, already knowing the night wouldn’t end any other way. “Fine. But just a couple of questions.”

“Do you love our queen?”


Tyrion rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to try harder than that. Take a drink.” Grey Worm looked amused as he nodded, and his eyes almost looked like they were laughing as Jon took another drink. “Do you want to kiss her?”


“Take a drink. You’re a terrible liar-which is the only reason why I even believe in these White Walkers you’re so dead set on.” 

He could feel the alcohol taking effect and briefly Jon wondered whether this had been Tyrion’s intention all along, to ascertain to how deep his feelings for Dany went. “She’s…not what I expected.”

“If it’s any comfort, she loves you too. She’s never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. It would be sweet perhaps, if it weren’t so inconvenient.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. In a few days I’ll be gone and she’ll never have to deal with me again.”

“Do you really think she wants that?” Tyrion refilled his glass, opening another bottle of wine. “I’ve been thinking about this and…I may have found a solution.”

This should be good. “And what kind of solution were you thinking of?”

“A marriage.” 

It was Jon’s turn to choke on his drink. “What?” 

“It makes perfect sense; you’ll both have to marry at some point, and if I know my history correctly the Starks don’t have the same propensity for marrying siblings that the Targaryens do. You’ll both keep your crowns and combine your forces.”

For just a second he allowed himself to entertain the idea. “I don’t-”

Tyrion shrugged. “It’s just a suggestion. But it may give you what you’re looking for-and a little more besides.” 

“That’s not a decision I can make now, without consulting my advisors.”

“Will you have the time to talk to them?”

He took another drink. Using my own words against me? Clever. He forced himself to stand, even as the ceiling swung in ever widening circles around him. “This has been a lovely evening, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I have to go.” 

“Are you sure? I still have another bottle-”

To Jon’s surprise, Grey Worm stood up as well-and if he was drunk, he didn’t show it. “I should go as well. Thank you, Lord Tyrion.”

Jon managed to leave the room without staggering too much-but once the door had safely closed behind them his legs almost gave out from under him and he found himself gripping Grey Worm’s shoulder until he caught his balance. 

The Unsullied looked more surprised than upset. “Are you sure you’re all right, Lord Snow?”

“For the moment.” He knew he wouldn’t be in the morning, but that was still a long time away. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Grey Worm nodded to him once and walked away, his posture meticulously straight. 

Jon got lost on the way to his chambers and found himself in a part of the castle he didn’t recognize at all. He didn’t realize how late it was; the corridors were deserted and all of the servants had gone home for the night, so there was no one that he could have asked for help even if he’d wanted to. 

Thankfully, that also meant there was no one around to see him trying not to stagger around drunkenly and failing miserably. 

Finally he reached the door to his room and opened it carefully. He was practically ready to fall into bed; his shoes were halfway off and he was undoing the first few buttons on his shirt when he closed the door behind him and realized that his bedroom had changed-and he wasn’t alone. 

The room was dominated by a heavy wooden bed, covered in black and red sheets. A desk rested against one wall, and a table under the window held a miniature version of the armies map in the war room. At least, that was what he could make out in the darkness-until there was a rustling from the bed and someone lit a candle, throwing the face of the Dragon Queen into shadow. She was so confused that Jon almost found it funny. “Lord Snow?” 

“Your Grace? What are you doing in my chambers?”

She didn’t look upset-just very, very confused. “These aren’t your chambers, Lord Snow. They’re on the other side of the castle.” Ever so slowly, she got to her feet. Her hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she wore a nightgown that seemed lighter than air; she reminded him of one of the wood spirits Old Nan had always told stories about, made of air and sunlight and impossible for mortal men to touch. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Must have just gotten turned around, that’s all.” He turned towards the door-and practically tripped over her boots, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 

She rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, as if to keep him from falling (she was stronger than she looked). “Are you drunk?”


She rolled her eyes. “I can smell the wine on your breath.”

“It was only a glass or two.”

She shook her head. “Believe me, if you’d only had a glass or two you’d already be in your own bed, asleep-”

“Lord Tyrion said I should marry you.” He didn’t know why the words came out. They just did, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. 

For a moment, Dany looked at him like he was out of his mind entirely. “He said what?” 

“It’s a strategic match; the North still has their king, and you have all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“All right…well, what do you think about it?”

“I don’t know.” He knew that what he was thinking at the moment was that he wanted to tear off her nightdress, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate that. “I should speak to Davos about it first.”

“That’s a good idea-and perhaps you should wait until you’re sober.” She turned to go to bed and he knew, rationally, that he should leave-he’d already made a big enough fool of himself for one night. 

But the words came out anyway. “You’re very beautiful.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to him. Her expression was inscrutable-and he was fairly sure it wasn’t just because of the wine. “I…thank you.” She sounded uncertain, almost worried, as if it had been the last thing she was expecting him to say. 

The alcohol dulled his senses and made him bold. He took a step forward before he could think better of it, before he could talk himself down from it, easily closing the distance between them. She looked at him carefully, questioningly-and he kissed her before he could think better of it, before the alcohol would wear off enough for him to realize what a very bad thing this was and how much he would regret it later. 

Kissing her was everything he’d thought it would be and more, the few times he’d allowed himself to imagine it. Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted of salt air and open sea, and a distant smoky and charred scent that he could only imagine was dragonfire. Their lips moved together and he’d found they had moved closer together as well until there was no space between them at all and he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, stroking her fair skin. 

When she stepped away, his head was whirling-but reality came back to him in a sudden, savage rush. 

Neither of them knew what to say, and the distance that had once seemed nonexistent now seemed impassable. Her eyes were guarded, her expression unreadable. 

“I’m sorry, your Grace. Good night.” He left the room with as much composure as he could muster and ran like hell as soon as the door closed behind him, as if he could somehow outrun the weight of his mistake-only to double back, open the door, and say (as if to seal his fate) “I love you.”

“That must have been some heavy wine last night, Lord Snow.”

There was a joking tone in the Queen’s voice and he couldn’t understand why. Yes, he’d been drinking the night before…but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious. He’d had a wicked hangover and had vomited twice in the early morning, but now he was feeling if not completely normal then at least halfway there. “Really? What gave it away?”

Her eyes dimmed. He’d never really seen the light leave someone’s eyes, had never really known what that expression meant…but he did now. “You don’t remember,” she said coldly, almost imperiously, “coming into my chambers at quite an ungodly hour insisting they were your own? And then kissing me?”

He went cold all over. That couldn’t be right. First of all, he would never do something like that and never put himself in such a position. And he would remember…that if he’d actually done it. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he scoured his memory, the more he thought he remembered it-a room lit only by a single candle, her cheek in his hand, her lips on his, and the look in her eyes when he’d left the room, as if he’d finally managed to do something that surprised her. Seven hells. “Your Grace, I’m very sorry about any impropriety-”

“Don’t apologize.” She looked almost amused, even though he wasn’t amused in the slightest. Gods, this could ruin him. “You were quite drunk. No one else needs to know, as far as I can tell. An honest mistake. Although, it was quite enjoyable.” She walked back to break her fast with Missandei, and Jon saw the Queen’s closest advisor sneak a glance at him as if to make sure he was behaving himself. If only you knew. 

Seven hells, Jon. He attacked his plate of roast sausage in silence. 

He only looked up once to see Tyrion looking at him from the other side of the table. And he could have sworn he was smiling, as if he somehow knew all about what had transpired the night before. 

milkandcookies528-deactivated20  asked:

12, 43, and 51 with spencer.

12. I’m pregnant.

Before getting pregnant, you thought that the stories you heard of getting random cravings in the middle of the night were total exaggerations.

But as you found yourself waking up at four o’clock in the morning with a strong desire for Froot Loops, you sighed in realization of how actual those stories had been.

Carefully climbing out of bed in hopes of not waking Spencer, you tiptoed your way into the kitchen and began to make your bowl of cereal as quietly as possible.

Once you were sat down at your dining table, enjoying the small bowl of cereal and mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you jumped in surprise at the groggy voice that came from behind you.

“Are you really awake and eating right now?”

I’m pregnant,” you mumbled around the spoon you had placed in your mouth, “Cut me some slack.”

Chuckling softly, Spencer came to sit opposite from you. His eyes still heavy with sleep and his hair messily sticking up in all different directions, you couldn’t help but smile in adoration.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you felt bad knowing that Spencer was to be at work in a little over two hours.

“It’s okay,” Spencer shrugged, “I mean, I guess I should get used to it.”

Swirling your spoon around the milk that had become dyed with colors, you smiled thinking about the four o’clock mornings to come, full of feedings and diaper changes.

“Will you still want to sit up and eat Froot Loops with me at the crack of dawn when you’re sleep deprived and covered in baby puke?”

Reaching over to take a hand full of cereal from the box, Spencer popped a piece into his mouth, “As long as it’s with you, I would do it at any hour.”

43. Frost the damn cupcakes.

From the moment that he woke up, Spencer had been in an overly affectionate mood. On most days, you would have reveled in his love, but with it being the same day as Garcia’s surprise party, you found yourself too busy to properly enjoy his mood.

Standing in front of the two dozen cupcakes that had just finished cooling, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Spencer,” you groaned, reaching for the piping bag you had previously laid out, “I need to get these decorated.”

“The party doesn’t start for another two hours,” his lips ghosted over your neck, “You still have time.”

“But I have to finish the cupcakes, and then get ready, and then we have to head over to Morgan’s place” your voice got softer and softer as Spencer’s lips trailed higher and higher up your neck.

Your resolve was beginning to weaken as Spencer hummed against your pulse point and spun you around to face him, however, you refused to give in.

“You know what I would love for you to do?” your lips grazed against his.

“What?” Spencer practically begged, bumping his nose against yours.

“I would love for you to…” your voice trailed off, knowing full well you were teasing him, “Frost the damn cupcakes.”

Taking the piping bag that you still held in your hand, you pressed it against Spencer’s chest and released yourself from his grip, quickly heading for the bathroom to get ready for the night, but not before you heard Spencer let out a frustrated groan.

51. I’m your husband. It’s my job.

“You were so over the line! That strike doesn’t count!”

The accusing tone that Penelope had pointed at Morgan was so serious that it had the whole team dissolved in laughter.

“I was not over the line, baby girl” Morgan smirked, sauntering back to his seat and crossing his arms behind his head, “In fact, I do believe that strike has put me in the lead.”

Prior to the start of this game, Penelope thought that wagering a bet on the last game of the night would make it a bit more interesting. The wager being that whoever was to get the highest score would get a round of drinks bought for them by whoever had the lowest score.  

Glancing up at the leaderboard that hung overhead, you giggled upon seeing that in the final frame of the game, Morgan had in fact taken the lead while poor Penelope was losing by a landslide in comparison to everyone else.

“Don’t get too cocky, Morgan,” Spencer teased from his seat next to you, “Y/N isn’t trailing too far behind you.”

Spencer was right, all you had to do was get a strike yourself and you would have beaten Morgan by two points.

“Well, it’s a good thing that it’s your girls turn” confidence dripped from Morgan’s voice as you came to pick up the bright orange bowling ball you had chosen for the night.

“You’re going down, Derek” you winked, earning a chorus of cheers from the rest of the team who wished to see Morgan lose a sports game for once.

Making your way up the alley, you chucked your ball down the lane and crossed your fingers as it rolled towards the pins. In a flurry, the pins toppled into each other one by one until none were left standing.

The entire team, excluding Morgan, leaped from their seats and cheered louder than they had before. Spencer darted towards you as you came to rejoice with them, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

A joyous laugh left your lips as he spun you around, “I didn’t think that you’d be this excited for me to win.”

“I’ll always be excited to watch you succeed,” Spencer beamed, “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Cooing at the pride that Spencer showed to you, Penelope reached for her purse and a begrudging Morgan, “Alright, you lovebirds, let’s go get some drinks for our newest MVP!”

Better Together (Smut) Part One

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

Word Count: 2,466

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

Better Together (Smut) Part One

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

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

“And our friendship” I joined in, laughing.

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

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The set up

Originally posted by littlehobbit13


Ravi Chakrabarti x Reader
Words: 1,199

Before if anyone had asked Ravi Chakrabarti what his own person hell would look like, he’d struggle to find a fitting description. Now he knew and it looked a lot like his best friends, one on bad life coach brains and the other on teenage girl brains.

He sat in his office chair with his head leant in the palm of his hand with Major and Liv on the other side of the desk trying to ‘help’ him.
“Guys, I don’t need a life check, I’m absolutely fine.” He finally snapped.
Liv tutted and clicked the gum she was chewing, “You’re like so stressed, maybe you need a cleanse.”

Ravi rubbed his face with his hand, “Maybe I don’t need two zombies on annoying brains in my office.”
Major, who had turned his chair around so that he could lean on the back of it as he faced Ravi, clapped his hands together, “Okay, so real talk. When are you going to do something about your feelings for Y/N?”
Liv and Major both leaned forwards expectantly and Ravi fought the heat rising to his cheeks.
“Y/N and I are just colleges, and yeah we’re friends, v-ery good friends, sure. But that’s it.” Ravi managed to stutter out his hands coming down to the desk like that was the final word.

“P-lease.” Liv rolled her eyes, “You’re, like, such a puppy every time that she’s around.”
“I’m quite charming all the time actually.” Ravi tried to defend himself.
“But you try so much harder when she’d around,” Major told him, “and when she laughs at your jokes you do that grin.”
“What grin?!” Ravi exclaimed his voice going slightly higher.
“The dimple grin.” Liv countered.

“You say that like it’s obvious?” Ravi asked, he could feel his cheeks burning, that god you were coming in late today and would miss this. He’d never been awkward when it came to women, as surprising as that fact was to everyone, but he didn’t want to run the risk of spoiling what you guys already had by trying to pursue anything.
“It’s totes obvi.” Liv said.
“Look, Ravi, you gotta cast your line out there and see if Y/N bites, if she doesn’t then you get on someone else.” Major told him.
Ravi gave him an incredulous look, “And you think that’s good life coaching do you?”

“Who’s life coaching?” You asked as you practically fell into the office while trying to put your lab coat on. You’d phoned ahead to warn Ravi that you’d been late, rushed through the department shouting morning to Clive and down into the morgue and straight into a room of your friends. Ravi looked nearly flustered while your undead friends looked downright cheeky.
Ravi recovered himself, “Major is on life-coach brains, and Liv’s had a teenage girl for lunch so I’ve had a wonderful morning.”
“Kinda sorry that I missed that.” You laughed.

Major went to speak to you but Ravi cut him off quickly, “Y/N could you please go and start on the asphyxiated woman that came in this morning?”
You narrowed your eyes at his behaviour to agreed anyway and went off to work.

After a week of life-coach Major and teenage Liv, Ravi was ready to go out and kill somebody just so that you had other brains ‘in stock’. It had been a week of text speak, needless drama, tantrums and most annoying was that they both were constantly teaming up to try and set you and Ravi up together. Three times a day you found yourselves both locked in the closet together or being pushed towards each other. Yesterday, when you’d gone to play video games at his place, they’d both removed all the chairs in the house except one, like they were hoping you’d sit on Ravi’s lap. They were disappointing to come home and find that you’d both made a blanket fort on the floor.

Today, Major had given up any sense of subtlety and just full on tackled you both into each other sending you skidding to the floor together. It was hard for you to be in these situations with a man that you’d had feelings for a long time who simply laughed it off.
Maybe that’s why you were so drunk.

The pair of you were hiding out at your flat, playing videos games, eating junk food and drinking as much alcohol as you could. After a while you gave up on the games, neither of you could really focus anyway.

But if anyone were to ask, you’d definitely blame the alcohol for just blurting out, “It’s my fault that Liv and Major are being ridiculously annoying.”
Ravi scrunched his face slightly, “Think it might have something to do with the fact that they eat brains.”
You laughed and nudged his arm, “I’m serious and I wasn’t going to say anything because of how long we’ve been friends but, well, I have a bit of things for you, okay? I told Liv and she must have told Major, they think they’re being helpful. I’m sorry.”

You glanced up at him from where you’d been scratching at the label on your beer and instantly his lips caught yours in an awkward, face bashing, drunken kiss which you returned with equal drunk enthusiasm.

When you pulled away he looked contemplating, “I didn’t mean to do that. No, no, I did. I was just supposed to tell you that I thought they were doing it for me before trying to kiss you. I told Major about my thing for you, great zombie brains must think alike.”
Grinning you leaned into him to give him a much softer, slow kiss; your hand came up and ran through his hair.

“Ravi, I do have one question.” You started.
“Yeah?” He waited, his eyes half lidded with drunken haze.
Your face was close to his, your hand was still in his hair and his arms had come around to circle you, “Would you like to join me in pretending to be absolutely furious with Liv and Major when they come down off of their brain trip?”
His grin was magic, “Oh absolutely.”


Liv led the way up to Major’s house with Major and Clive in tow, she spoke as she walked, “I’m just saying that we need a plan, they’ve been friends for years and now they’re mad with each other and us.”

“You both made things worse before, why don’t you leave them alone now? They’re grownups.” Clive asked.
Major shook his head as he opened his front door, “You don’t understand, Ravi has had feelings for Y/N for ages and I helped ruin tha-”

He stopped as they piled into his front room to find you and Ravi kissing in the middle of the room, both scantily dressed with ridiculous bed head. You jumped at the sound of the door opening and felt your face flush when greeted with Liv, Major and Clive all staring at you. Ravi didn’t budge nor move his arm from around you he just gave them all a small wave.
Clive smirked, “I think they made up.”  


(yea kinda imagined college steve rogers for this one too, u dont have to tho, but u’ll fell me if u’ve watched other movies w/ chris, like his earlier ones xD)

89. Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.” 

106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut.
        B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin.

Hope you’ll like it! :)

90% of the people you ask would tell you “College’s awesome, man!”. Was it awesome for you? Not really, mostly beacuse you weren’t such a massive fan on getting hopelessly wasted and knocked out, but oh well, personal preferences, moral values and other irrelevant stuff.

However, even if you weren’t on every party’s attending list, you still liked to have fun, just without police interrupting you every two hours, was that too much to ask?

You had your little crew and usually you were pratying together, but fuck your luck, not tonight. Not on the one night you really needed someone to come with you so you won’t look like an awkwrd duckling among all those people, because heck, tonight was going to be huge.

Whenever Steve was hosting an event literally the whole campus gathered in his house-thingy near your College’s properties. You couldn’t wrap around your brain whe whole point about so many people on one place, but well he was hot and most girls were horny so, pretty much makes sense.

And how cliche would be exactly if now you confess that he’s your crush? So typical, yes, but you can’t really demand of your heart to be smart, right?

“Come on guys! For real isn’t anyone of you going to come with me?”- you whined, looking with sad eyes at Pietro and Natasha - the two friends you had entrusted the secret about your crush on Steve, who happened to be a childhood friend with Natasha and so he was also part of your little group. Could this get even more complicated?

“I would come, but this chick’s a bomb and I’ve been trying to get her to go out with me for months!”- Pietro told you and you moved your pouting face towards Natasha - “You know Bruce will kill me if I ditch him for a party again” - “That’s why you don’t go to all of them!”

And after hearing all their excuses and ‘sorry’s’ your desperation reached a critical level. “Come on people, you ready to go?”- Steve asked the rest of your friends, who were all in the kitchen. “______, you comin’?” - he asked with a smile. The look on Pietro and Natasha’s faces was intimidating enough for you to say “Yes, I’m.”

At least the rest of your group was going to be with you, so this…would be fairly bearable.


“You enjoying the fun?”- your eyes met Steve’s as he handled you a beer. You looked around and took a sip “It’s decent. What about you.” - he had a wide smile on, shrugging his shoulders a bit and bringing his bear up, he said with a laugh - “Nice music, good food, friends, beautiful girls –” - his eyes went in your direction as he said that - “–what’s there more to ask?”

He had a point there. Your brows twitched for a bit, your lips curving slightly - “Guess you’re right.” - and you too another sip.

“Come with me”- he whispered, taking your hand in his. You found the rest of your group and song after song, sip after sip, beer after beer…you were getting strangely relaxed. You touched your forehead with two fingers, feeling the start of a headache, it’d be a good idea if you get yourself a bootle of water.

“Let’s play ‘Never have I ever’ everyone!” - a girl said, taking her bra off and swinging it in the air. Probably you had slightly too much beer for one night, but you laughed and sloppily made your way to the circle of people, with your cold bottle of water.

The game was going well, a lot of people asked and answered ridiculously stupid questions, some of them made out, didn’t surprise you the slightest. What surprised you actually, was when Tony yelled drunkenly - “Now is Steve’s and _____’s turn. Come on lil’ birdies, you’ve been sitting quiet there for too long.”

Everyone cheered on that, but were you cheering? Well for sure you weren’t head over heels about the idea. “Come on guys!” - Clint encouraged you and people started saying random shit, until both you and Steve started laughing and he confessed jokingly:

“Damn it guys, you know I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut.”- he made everyone laugh with that even more than before, some people wolf-whistled even, but in your happily drunken state, you thought he was being serious and shouted: 

aND I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin!”- and everyone got quiet for a second, Steve’s eyes on you - “Oh well, I’ll keep m distance then”- he mocked you with a smug face and you just looked at him for a second, your brain trying to think of a response, but it was in a ‘party’ mood and so you just bursted out in laugher again, finding the situation hilarious.

Everyone was laughing, like someone put a laughing potion in their drinks! 

The music got louder, people seemed to forget about the game and you were just dancing with your friends, when you saw Steve look at you from afar. He was smiling at you, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.”  - Tony said pointing at you two. You looked at him, your mouth open, while Steve just looked down for a second and then back at you again.

‘What the hell was that about?’ - you wandered for a moment. No, you weren’t wrong - his eyes were really glued on you. Was this the beer, or were you imagining things?

Well, you didn’t really have much time to figure it out, because the next thing you knew was how the music stopped and then:

“Police. I want to see all of your ID’s for a check.”

21. scorched skin and burning whiskey (m)

prompt: the night we shared while we were drunk when we shouldn’t be → friends to lovers au + jimin

pairing: park jimin | reader
genre: friends to lovers au / fluff, smut
word count: 3,787

All notions of sense have flown over your head the moment Park Jimin entered the vicinity. Perhaps it was your fault for falling into his charms, from his cherub-like visage to his very dual-edged smile that was either daring and debonaire or sweet and kind. To characterize him in less than an essay would be more than impossible, even more so if you ever tried to account for the plethora of times where your feelings for him have led you down dark paths of confusion because he was that the kind of boy that was too perfect for you.

He was sweet and caring, not only towards friends and families but towards children and animals. He was the kind to show the latter extra kindness, leaving everyone falling for him in his wake, and it doesn’t help that he can easily make an impression among the public with his handsome visage. That cherub face was like a deceitful demon, presenting his allure and hiding his true intention lest you were lucky enough to see those colors. Not only this but he was also a familiar face to your group of friends, an easy confidant, and dammit, he was more understanding than anyone you’ve ever met. It was almost too good to be true that a guy like this existed especially in your life but since he sauntered in, you could say you’ve been blessed with the friendship you’ve maintained with him over the years even if you two were undoubtedly hung up on one another.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, since you did kinda a early high school dating guide, got any tips for early college? Please?

I mean a lot of what I said in the high school one could definitely apply to college as well!

Aside from chatting folks up with class, casual dates, going to events and such, there’s definitely a jump in dating app usage when in uni so..

Maybe I can just provide some tips in constructing your profile? 

Originally posted by slk-t

Peaches’ Dating App Tips

1. Select well-lit selfies, but sprinkle in some variety!

Show yo cute face, peeps! What kind of activities do you enjoy? What kind of person are you? That should be apparent from the photos you select.

If you have just one pic, folks might think you’re a bot!

PLEASE don’t make multiple photos you select be of you and your friends. We get it. You got amigos, but nobody’s trying to play “police line-up” trying to find your ass. 

Originally posted by mientras-no-estabas

2. Don’t put your life story in your bio. Please. 

I’ve seen bios that put out everything like “Just broke up from a very serious relationship so I have trust issues and shit. If we match, hit me up first because everyone’s a snake tbh blah blah blah really personal weird stuff blah blah”

Like uh.. yikes. 

Be short, sweet, and to the point! What are you looking for? What do you do for fun? Give a little blurb that represents the cornerstones of who you are as a person. 

I tend to swipe right for those that make me laugh!

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

3. We all like pizza, sleep, traveling and Netflix, babe. Don’t put it in your bio. 

Wanna play a drinking game? Sip every time you see one of these mentioned.

Bonuses include:

  • My friend made me make this (sure, babe)
  • I don’t know why I’m here (yes you do.)
  • looking for a unicorn (no thanks)
  • seeking adventures! (oh my god)

Originally posted by crap-userrname16

4. Don’t double message. 

Those that log onto Tinder will see when you sent a message. Despite it being a match, if you messaged first and they don’t respond, that just means they ain’t interested. Sorry!

Like, seriously, despite what people will say, they did see it. I promise. 

Originally posted by a-yakashi

Well, that’s all I can think of for now! As for dates, again, anywhere you can sit and talk and get to know each other is the perfect go-to.

Good luck! 

The Flick Of A Switch // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Series Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Public Smut, Jealousy, and Swearing. 

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC 

Word Count: 6,165

Song: I Think I’m In Love by Kat Dahlia 

A/N: I highly recommend you listen to the song after you finish reading because it is just spot on with this chapter.

“And what about the Dread Doctors?” Theo asked the question we all had in our heads as we sat around the table.

The pack was currently at Scott’s house for our regular meeting. Everyone was trying to come up with seemingly impossible solutions to the insane problems we we’re facing in the supernatural department.

And, yet, all I could truly think about was the way Stiles was staring at me from across the table. How our eyes connected along with our imagination, both of us clearly thinking about how we could just leave and pleasure each other right now.

“I think we should just leave them be.” I stated, my eyes never leaving Stiles’.

“What?” Scott’s confused voice broke my trance away from him and I was back in reality.

“Look,” I sighed, now looking at my Alpha. “We know nothing about them or what they actually want. It won’t make a difference if we try to stop them when we don’t even understand what we’re up against. I say, until we get more information, we should just leave them alone.”

“You know, Scott, that actually makes sense.” Stiles spoke up for the first time tonight and I felt warmth on my skin at his approval. “I have to agree with her.”

“Me, too.” Malia confessed and I looked around the table to see everyone nodding at me.

“No, we can’t do that.” Scott shook his head in denial. “They’re killing people.”

“And if we try something prematurely, they might just get away and kill more people in the process.” Stiles instinctively expressed his opinions through his hand gestures. “We just can’t risk it.”

“Fine.” Scott sighed, after pondering his words for a while and gave in. “You guys are right.”

Stiles and I shared glances again, this time smiling at each other. It’s something we’ve been doing a lot, lately.

“Great, so can we get to the fun part of this meeting now?” Lydia asked, clapping her hands together in excitement. “How about a game of Truth or Dare?”

“What is it with you and the typical middle school games that you like so much?” I smirked, my attention leaving Stiles and now focused on the banshee.

“I have no shame in enjoying good fun that’s equally as scandalous.” She smirked back and I couldn’t hide my small laughter.

“I’m up for it.” Malia shrugged and soon enough a chorus of agreement filled the McCall dining room.

“Awesome, let me just get something to drink first.” Stiles quickly ran to the kitchen and everyone was mentally leaving the serious supernatural mode to careless fun mode.

“I’ll get an empty bottle.” I offered, getting up from the chair and walking towards the kitchen.

I smiled once I was inside and spotted Stiles getting two glasses from the cupboard. I watched as he placed them on the counter and strode over to the fridge.

“Why two?” I asked, pulling him out of his own little world. Stiles’ head popped up from behind the refrigerator door and I surprisingly felt myself swoon at his cocky smile.

“I thought you’d like one, too.” He shrugged, pulling out a small bottle of soda and closing the door with his elbow.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” I smirked, leaning against the kitchen’s door frame.

Stiles opened up the bottle of soda and poured all of its liquid into the two glasses in front of him. Just as he was finished, he turned around to throw the container away in the trash bin.

“No, no, no!” I shouted, stopping him in his tracks. Stiles, immediately, froze and turned around just enough to look at me with a confused expression. “We need that to play.”

“Oh, right.” He nodded, pointing at me and stuck the empty plastic bottle under his arm. Stiles grabbed the two full glasses and approached me with a grin. His face was inches from mine and we playfully stared into each other’s eyes.

“Thanks.” I grinned back, taking the drink from his hand and the bottle from his underarm.

“No problem, princess.”

And then Stiles, suddenly, did something he has never done before. It was as if the entire world had gone into slow motion as I watched him lean in closer to me and place a chaste kiss on my lips.

Stiles and I have been having constant sex for about a month now and we only ever kiss went its sole purpose is to turn the other one on and spark profound lust. We have never just kissed before, not without expecting hot sex to come right after.

For Stiles to randomly kiss me and not have any other intention behind it was news for us… and it actually brought butterflies to my stomach. Yes, butterflies.

Stiles didn’t seem to recognize what he just did because he left the room without another word. I decided to follow him in his footsteps and just push away any questions I had. If Stiles wasn’t going to dwell on this, then, neither would I.

“Sorry, man.” I heard Theo speak as I entered the dining room. Once I was inside I noticed him sitting in the seat Stiles was originally in.

“It’s fine.” Stiles stated, but not without suspiciously narrowing his eyes at the werewolf he didn’t trust first.

With my drink in one hand and the empty bottle in the other, I sat back down in my seat. Which was coincidently next to Stiles and for the first time since this has all started, I felt a bit nervous.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” I exclaimed, placing the bottle in the middle of the table. “I’ll go first.”

I anxiously spun the bottle and all eyes watched in awe as it stopped moving and pointed towards, the one and only, Kira Yukimura.

“Which will it be, kitsune?” I smirked, leaning back on my chair. “Truth or Dare?”

“Let’s go with truth.”

“Such a prude.” Stiles said through fake coughs and everyone laughed at his witty comment.

“I am not a prude!” Kira protested and she looked like an adorable puppy as she pouted at us.

“Okay, then answer this.” I proposed, slowly taking a sip from my drink to add suspense. “Is sex with Scott sweet or is it… kinky?”

Her face immediately became flushed with embarrasment and Scott nervously laughed beside her, scratching the back of his neck. I didn’t need to have supernatural hearing to know her heart rate must be off the charts right now.

“Kinky.” Kira answered with such a low voice, I almost didn’t hear her just confess she and her boyfriend were freaks in bed.

“I’m sorry, what?!” Stiles bursted out laughing, completely shocked like the rest of us. “Attaboy, Scott!”

I laughed, along with the rest of the pack, as Stiles stood up and reached over the table, excitedly high-fiving his best friend.

“Okay, my turn.” Kira quickly spoke, desperately wanting to get out of this uncomfortable topic.

She spun the empty bottle and it landed on Stiles, everyone else was relieved they wouldn’t be the one suffering Kira Yukimura’s wrath.

“Dare.” Stiles smirked, challenging the japonese descendant.

The mischevious grin on her face hadn’t gone unnoticed as she folded her arms on the table and leaned in closer.

“I dare you to kiss Lydia.”

“Okay.” Stiles carelessly shrugged, getting up from his chair.

“I’m not finished.” Kira intervened and he stood there, waiting for her to speak. “With tongue.”

Everyone’s eyes widened in response. It was a known fact that Stiles was in love with Lydia, heck even she knew it. And Kira asking him to do this dare would be so nerve-wrecking for him.

This is the girl he’s always wanted to be with, afterall. Kissing her alone wasn’t going to be easy for him and Kira knew that. Especially since this would be their first official kiss together. It’s Kira’s revenge for his snarky comment, to make him feel all flustered and shy.

However, to everyone’s surprise, Stiles easily walked over to Lydia. He didn’t seem to be nervous at all, instead he actually seemed to move without a single care.

He hovered over the redhead and placed his hand behind her neck. I watched as they both leaned in and their lips touched.

A strange and unkown feeling came over me, seeing Stiles kiss Lydia. It was an unpleasant feeling and, for some reason, I felt inclined to turn my head away. And that’s what I did, my eyes focusing on the clock hanging up on the wall.

I could hear the pack cheer around me and I didn’t understand why I wasn’t shouting along with them. I’ve always wanted Stiles and Lydia to get together, so why am I not celebrating right now? And why do I feel like actual crap right this moment?

When I heard Stiles walk behind me and in front of his chair was when I looked back at the pack. They all were smirking at the two that had recently kissed and I just wanted them to stop.

“I do believe that it is, in fact, my turn.” Stiles sat back down and my heart fell into my stomach as I watched him wipe away her lipstick from his lips.

He spun the bottle in the middle of the table and I stared at his fingers, the same fingers that have done absolute wonders on my body.

I swooned, thinking back at how just this morning they were buried deep inside of me. Expertly moving against my sensitive walls, pushing me over my edge.

“Emma.” The sound of my name leaving Stiles’ lips had me pulled back into reality.

“Huh?” I asked, my eyes looking up at his golden brown ones.

“It landed on you.” Stiles pointed to the bottle and I noticed that it had, indeed, landed on me.

“Oh, uh.” I cleared my throat, swiftly pushing back my dirty thoughts and saving them for later. “Truth.”

“You, too?” Malia questioned, laughing at how I was also being a prude.

“Okay, then, Dare.” I shrugged, my interest in this game beginning to fade as I gazed at Stiles’ plump lips.

“No, no, no.” Stiles shook his head, smirking. “You chose Truth, now stick with it.”

“Fine.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Everyone else percieved it as me challenging him, but by the way Stiles’ eyes dialated slightly, he certainly took it as a seduction attempt.

“I think we can all agree that you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends in the past-”

“Where are you going with this, Stilinski?” I interrupted and Stiles chose to ignore my question.

“Which means you’ve had different sexual partners and different experiences.” He stated and I, immediately, knew where he was trying to get to.

“Just ask the question already.” I sighed, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Who was your best?” Stiles asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer.

“Not one of my ex-boyfriends, that’s for sure.” I practically whispered, but by the look on Stiles face, everyone had heard me.

“Oooh, this is getting juicy.” Lydia squealed, but all I could do was study Stiles’ expression.

His eyebrows lifted in wonder and I could read the very obvious question swimming in his pupils: Am I your best?

“Wait, who was it, then?!” Scott’s excited voice rang in my ears and I watched as Stiles’ eyes widened in fear.

“Let’s just say, he’s the person I last had sex with.” I answered not Scott’s but Stiles’ burning question.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide the incoming smirk, and grabbed his drink. Stiles’ intense stare leaving mine as he took a sip from his glass. I could feel the cockiness radiate off of him, clearly thrilled at the knowledge that he’s the best sex I’ve ever had.

“Seriously?” Malia audibly groaned. “You’re gonna be that vague?”

“I answered the question.” I shrugged, now looking over at the were-coyote.

She rolled her eyes at me and I mentally thanked every possible god out there for her not pressing further. Or any other pack member for that matter.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Stiles’ body relaxing back into the chair and I reached over to spin the bottle.

The game went on for an hour and it was, actually, fun. Laughter was the constant theme of the night as we watched each other do some pretty stupid and embarassing dares. Not only that, but we discovered a lot of dirt on one another and I was contantly shocked. Like Kira, for example, lets Scott chain her up in bed.

“Theo.” Lydia raised an eyebrow once the bottle stopped in his direction. “Which will it be?”

The werewolf that wasn’t in our pack, but still hung out with us anyway, thought for a bit before answering. I took the last sip of my beverage, everyone waiting for him to respond.


“Is it true that you have a crush on Emma?” Lydia smirked and I, immediately, spit my drink out in shock.

“What?!” I exclaimed along with a very familiar voice, the same voice that makes me melt whenever he sexily whispers into my ear.

I turned around to see Stiles looking at him in surprise and I’m certain we have the very same expression planted on our faces.

“You like Emma?!” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, continuing our previous question.

Theo cleared his throat and I could see the faint blush on his cheeks. He sat up straighter in his seat, trying to shake off his embarrasment.

“Yes.” He confessed and my eyes widened in response. Theo looked at me for the first time since the bottle landed on him and he seemed actually nervous. “I do.”

I felt anxious and it wasn’t a good kind of anxious. It was the type that you felt in a very bad and terrifying situation. Usually how I feel everytime I have to face the scary side of the supernatural.

“Oh.” I stated and from my peripheral vision I could see Stiles staring intently at me. “Okay, well you answered the question. Now you have to spin the bottle.”

I quickly tried to change the subject away from me. Look, Theo is great looking and what not but just… God, no.

Theo’s face faltered just for a second and if I hadn’t been paying close attention, I would’ve missed it. He reached over to the bottle and spun it. It didn’t take long for it to find it’s next victim and I, immediately, felt my body go rigid as it picked me.

“Of course.” Stiles sighed and I didn’t have to look at him to know he just rolled his eyes.

“Emma,” Theo grinned and my skin itched. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” I let out a sigh of defeat.

“I dare you to go on a date with me.” Theo smirked and my stomach, instantly, turned.

My first instincts wanted me to look at Stiles and plead for help through eye contact. But, I knew that if I looked at him right now it could possibly raise suspicion. So, to save our own personal fun, I had to figure this out by myself.

“No.” I shook my head, folding my arms against my chest.

“No? You can’t say no to a dare.”

“I can when it’s invalid.” I pointed out, leaning into my seat.

“How is this invalid?” Theo raised an eyebrow, challenging me.

I felt all eyes on me, including Stiles’. They desperately wanted to know what I would come up with to keep myself from going out with Theo Raeken.

“Because if we were to go on a date, it wouldn’t be tonight. And since we’re playing right now, you have to pick a dare for me to complete at this exact moment.”

“Fine.” Theo sighed. “Then, I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game.”

“Excuse me?” I scoffed, offended at his request.

“Well, I was going to dare you to kiss me. But, I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone. So…” Theo lifted his hand and called me towards him with his index finger.

“Why do you want me to sit on your lap?”

“So, we can chat.” Theo shrugged. “And to get closer to each other.”

“Theo, you’re disg-” I began to protest but he interrupted me, instead.

“A dare’s a dare, Emma.” He taunted. “And I triple-dog-dare you.”

Everyone let out quite comical gasps at his challenge and I rolled my eyes. That is, everyone except for Stiles. If looks could kill, Theo would be long executed by now.

A sense of comfort flushed over me as I thought about how protective Stiles is. I know for a fact that he’s just glaring at Theo because he doesn’t trust the guy and would do anything to keep his friends safe. I profoundly admire his dedication to his close loved ones.

But, Theo’s got the upperhand here. A dare’s a dare, afterall.

“Fine.” I sighed and the entire pack looked shocked as I stood from my seat and made my way towards him.

I watched Stiles carefully as I relunctantly sat on Theo’s lap. To say he was furious was a complete understatement.

“Hi.” Theo whispered in my ear and an eerie chill ran up my spine. “You’re very beautiful.”

“I am here to fufill the dare and not your nasty little fantasies.” I turned to talk to him, our faces inches apart.

“Alright.” Theo stated, but not without smirking first. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, anyway.”

“Too late.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

The game went in full spin and about two hours later, we all decided we had enough. It was, without a doubt, the most interesting game of Truth or Dare I’ve ever played.

Stiles’ eyes never left me the entire time. Well, occacionally he would glare over at Theo, but for the most part his attention was on me. It made my skin tingle and my cheeks blush.

There was even a moment when Theo’s hand settled on my upper thigh and I could feel the anger coming off of Stiles from where I was seated. His eyes were so furious I, honestly, thought that a laser beam would, suddenly, burst through his pupils and destroy the werewolf.

When I was finally able to get off of Theo’s lap and be free, I had never been more grateful. Look, Theo is handsome and all, but he’s just not for me.

My first instinct when the game was over and everyone stood up to either eat or use the bathroom was to walk over to Stiles.

However, a finger lightly tapping on my shoulder stopped me before I even could. I hesitantly turned around to whomever was trying to grab my attention, but not without noticing the roll in Stiles’ eyes first.

Of course it’s you.

“Hey, Emma.” Theo smiled too wide and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Look, I’m sorry if that made you uneasy in anyway.”

“Whatever, Theo.” I sighed, turning back around. But he placed his hand on my arm instead.

“Wait.” He called and I watched Stiles’ eyes look at his hand on my skin before I returned to the werewolf.

“What is it?”

“I, um-” Theo nervously scratched the back of his head. “I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me this Friday. Not as a dare, but as an actual date.”

“Not gonna happen, Theo.” I denied, immediately.

“Emma, I know I can come off as a bit cocky sometimes. But, I need you to know that I’m not.” Theo sighed, letting go of my arm. “I really do like you. I think you’re amazing and so beautiful. All I ask is for one simple date. One chance to show you there’s so much more to me than meets the eye.”

A pang of pity hit me as I watched him talk with such innocence in his voice. He really seemed to be telling the truth and normally I would be into a guy like this, but for some reason, I just didn’t feel compelled to him.

“I’ll think about it.” I sighed, looking for an answer that wouldn’t hurt him. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Theo smiled sweetly and I smiled right back.

The second I turned around I was met with a very annoyed Stiles Stilinski. His eyes watched closely as Theo walked passed him, his attention focused on the werewolf until he finally left the room. Funny enough, that’s when I noticed everyone else had dispersed as well. Stiles and I were alone for the first time tonight.

“What’s with the look of murder on your face?” I chuckled, grabbing the packet of peanuts that were on the table and popping a few in my mouth. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s actually very hot.”

“Who the hell does Theo think he is?” Stiles scoffed, finally looking at me.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, sitting down on my original chair. “But, he clearly thinks he’s the shit.”

“How uncomfortable was it? To sit on his lap?” Stiles asked, his expression worried as he sat in the seat beside mine. “O-Or did you like it?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, a scoff making its way out of mouth.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Sorry.” Stiles sighed, rubbing his face with his right hand. “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?” I leaned in closer to him, noticing a small glimpse of fear in his brown eyes. “Stiles?”

Stiles blinked quickly before shaking his head and leaning against the back of the chair.

“I don’t trust him.” He spoke the statement he’s said to all of us over and over again. It’s practically written on his forehead at this point.

“I know-”

“Emma, did he ask you out after the game?” Stiles interrupted, his nerves too anxious not to.

“Yes.” I answered, eating more peanuts.

Stiles didn’t say anything, he just nodded. I am certain that I’m mistaken, but a part of me feels like I just saw hurt flash quickly in his eyes. However, it was gone before I could even check twice.

“What did you, uh, say?”

“I said I’d think about it.” I wiped the salt from the peanuts off on my blue jeans. “But, I lied.”

“You don’t want to go on a date with him?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hell, no.” I shook my head and chuckled.

“But, he’s like super good looking?”

“Do you not remember when I said I don’t ever want a boyfriend, again?” I questioned and Stiles’ eyes fell to the floor.

“Vividly.” He whispered so low it was almost inaudable.

“Stiles.” I spoke his name in a seductive tone and his head snapped up to look at me. “I know you care about my safety, but I could care less about Theo Raeken, right now. Do you know what I really want?”

He shook his head and with a smirk on my lips, I rested my hand on his right thigh.

“To go in that bathroom and let you have your way with me.” I grinned, my fingers lightly squeezing him.

“Here?” Stiles swallowed nervously, peering around the room to see if anyone was near.

“Mmhm.” I nodded, standing up to plant a kiss on his lips and then his jaw. Working my way up to Stiles’ earlobe, nibbling on it and scraping his skin with my teeth.

Stiles let out a satisfied hiss and I knew he’d be putty in my hands in a matter of seconds.

“What if they hear?” Stiles asked, closing his eyes as his fingers gripped my waist. “This house is in fact filled with werewolves.”

“Then, I guess we have to be really quiet.” I mumbled against his neck, the vibrations making him moan.

“Shit, let’s go.” Stiles excitedly spoke, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom.

A hushed giggle escaped my lips as I let him rush me to the small room. I gently closed the door behind us and Stiles picked me up to place me down on the sink counter.

His mouth desperately crashed on mine and my hands grabbed his cheeks, keeping his lips in place. They felt so amazing moving against mine and I softly moaned into his mouth when he pushed his tongue inside.

Stiles’ tongue played with my tongue as his fingers rapidly unbottoned my jeans. Goosebumps made their way on my skin and he unzipped my pants, pulling them down and off my legs.

The denim fell on the floor and I spread my legs for him to settle between them.

“Damn, you’re such a good kisser.” I whispered when Stiles’ lips moved from my lips to my jaw and across my neck.

“You, too.” He smiled against my skin, lightly sucking on my pulse point. But, he didn’t dwell for too long beause we have a strict rule about no hickies.

The second he no longer had his lips pressed against me, I took the advantage to pull his shirt off his body. My teeth biting down on my lip as I appreciated his toned stomach.

“I don’t get how you swoon every single time you see me naked.” Stiles chuckled in a quiet voice as he opened the buttons of my pink blouse.

“Stiles, the sooner you realize you’re sexy as fuck, the better.” I whispered straight into his ear and he smirked at me before placing a lingering kiss on my cheek.

“Holy shit.” Stiles breathed out when he slid my shirt off my arms and, finally, noticed the pair of matching red laced panties I was wearing.

“Do you like it?” I smirked, looking up at him seductively.

“You have no fucking idea.” Stiles quietly moaned, attaching his lips back on mine.

All of the whispering and sneaking around had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my core getting wetter by the second. But, it was when Stiles removed my panties and put them up on a towel hook that I felt my skin tingle with excitement.

Stiles’ fingers slid the slickness in my folds and his lips worked fervently against mine, his middle finger moving slowly up and down.

My hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, my mouth concentrated on his and my mind focused on how he circled his finger on my clitoris.

He drew patterns against my nub and I felt my body relax into him. Stiles is definitely great with his mouth, but damn… his fingers are my true weakness.

Stiles’ other hand slid across my back and unclasped my bra. He quickly took it off and threw it some place unkown when he sqeezed my breast with his hand.

I let out a breath of satisfaction and his fingers increased his pace on my core. I moaned into his mouth at the feeling of two of his skillfull fingers now pumping inside of me.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he quickly moved inside of me, my body clenching in pleasure. It was when Stiles’ hooked his fingers against a sensitive spot that I knew I needed all of him right now.

Without even saying anything or detaching my mouth from his, I pushed his fingers out of me.

“Did I hurt you?” Stiles broke our heated kiss and looked at me, confused. “I’m so sorry.”

My heart swelled at his genuine concern and I bit down on my lip, shaking my head. Stiles, finally, understood why I had taken his hand away when I opened his pants and let them drop onto the floor.

He smirked at me as I licked my lips, appreciating the view of his boner straining against his boxers. Stretching out my hand, I palmed him over the cotton and Stiles hung his head with his eyes closed.

Pressing my mouth back on his, I pushed his boxers down enough to expose his dick. My hand wrapped around him and slowly pumped, Stiles’ forehead resting on my bare shoulder.

I took my time to work him and he kept kissing my skin when I increased my pace. My fingers grazed the precum on his slit and his hips twitched.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” Stiles whispered and I smiled. He let out a hushed groan when I stopped pumping him.

Something seemed to snap inside of him because he roughly gripped onto my thighs and quickly positioned himself in my entrance.

I bit down harshly on my lip, grabbing his shoulders, as he slid inside of me. My nails dug into his skin with his cock filling me up entirely.

He was buried deep inside me and both of our bodies throbbed in excitement. Stiles fit his face in between my breasts and pressed soft kisses before I hitched my hips up, begging for him to do something.

He waited a few seconds before moving and I leaned my head on the bathroom mirror hanging right above the sink.

Stiles’ cock slipped in and out of me with ease thanks to how wet I was for him. I mean, kowing that I can have sex with this attractive boy whenever I damn please has kept me constantly wet and ready for Stiles to just take me and fuck my brains out.

Which was was he was currently doing.

A strangled moan escaped my lips when he attached his mouth on my nipple and Stiles immediately brought his hand up to my mouth. His fingers pushed past my lips and made their way inside.

“Suck them.” Stiles commanded with a husky voice and my core clenched around him in response.

Never breaking eye contact, I grazed my tongue on his skin and I could taste myself on it. Stiles picked up the pace of our connecting bodies as he watched me gladly suck on his fingers. Sure, it’s main purpose was to hide my moans, but it certainly didn’t fail to make us both even hornier.

Reattaching his mouth on my nipple, Stiles pounded his hips harder into me and I was thankfull his hand covered my filthy moans.

All I could think about was how much I loved this whilst being consumed by the feeling of him fucking me with no mercy.

It was when he bit down harshly on my nipple that I felt my peak near itself. My back arched and my core throbbing against his member.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Stiles whispered and I hummed against his skin.

His lips moved to my neck, nibbling as one of his hands let go of my thigh and moved to massage the back of my knee.

“Go ahead, cum for me.” Stiles whispered straight into my ear, his hot breath dancing on my now sweaty skin.

My toes curled at his dirty words. It wasn’t often then he used them, but damn when he did… God help us all.

Stiles moaned into my neck when my hand moved towards our connecting bodies and pressed against my clit. It took me about three seconds of rubbing my nub before the wave of ecstasy crashed down on me and I was drowning in the waters of my own intense orgasm.

My body shook with such force that the cup that held toothbrushes fell into the sink. Stiles didn’t even bother to care because the feeling of my core clenching tightly around him had his own release reach him.

Stiles bit down on my shoulder and I could feel the muscles of his back arching against my hand as his hot liquid spilled into me.

The only sound that followed our incredible orgasms was the both of us panting whilst we came down from our highs. Stiles breathed into my neck and my legs and arms fell limp in exhaustion.

When we were both back into reality, Stiles pulled out of me and I felt cold without him there. He grabbed toilet paper and wet it, cleaning his dick from both of our juices. Stiles kindly cleaned me next and I blushed at his actions.

He helped me down from the sink and placed me on the floor. The second he let go of me, my knees went weak and I began falling.

“Whoa, there.” Stiles chuckled, grabbing me by the waist before I could actually hit the ground. “Having trouble standing?”

“Apparently.” I quietly laughed and he laughed with me.

“Here, hold onto the counter while I put your clothes back on.” He helped guide my hands to the surface and I gripped it.

Stiles slowly let go, trying to see wether or not I would slip again. My legs were wobbly, but I managed to hold on tight.

He took my panties off the hook and kneeled down in front of me. Carefully, I lifted one foot at a time for him to place them on my legs. Stiles slid them up as he stood.

I smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed, when he lifted it over my ass and snapped the waistband against my hips.

The jeans were a bit harder to put on me, but Stiles managed to do it suprisingly well. His arm wrapped around my waist and he told me to let go of the counter. I did what he requested and he pulled me towards the lid-covered toilet, sitting me down on it.

“Can you put your shirt and bra on?” Stiles asked, grabbing the two pieces of clothing and I nodded.

I took them from his hand and put them on my body, watching with a smirk as he put his own clothes back on. I don’t really know why, but I always get turned on whenever I see him either taking off or putting on his belt. It’s a strange confession that I have yet to tell him.

“Do you think they’re right outside?” I asked when he was fully dressed again and fixing his hair so it didn’t look like he just had sex.

“Shit, I forgot about that.” Stiles groaned.

With a sigh, he slowly opened the door just enough to peek through the small crack. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before pushing the door all the way open.

“They’re not even here.” Stiles stated, looking around to see if he could find anyone and eventually gave up. “Can you stand now?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, getting a grip of the hands he extending to me. “Let’s see.”

Once I stood up from the toilet seat, he slowly let go of my hands. Watching me carefully the entire time. We both immediately smiled when I was actually able to stand on my own again.

“You did it!” Stiles exclaimed, celebrating my conquest. “Good job!”

And then, for the second time tonight, Stiles kissed me unexpectedly. It wasn’t a kiss full of lust and it wasn’t chaste either.

One of his hands slid around my waist and the other got a hold of my cheek. I was so surprised that I didn’t even have the idea to stop him. I kissed him back fully and I could feel my head spinning in response.

Stiles slowly broke the kiss, but he kept his face close to mine. He pushed a loose hair behind my ear and my cheeks heated with a blush. Stiles smiled as his gorgeous brown eyes pierced into mine, making my heart flutter.

Suddenly, everything changed in one instant. I felt myself falling into a pit that I desperately wanted nothing to be a part of.

It was as if a switch has been flicked and it turned on this feeling that was deep inside of me, now bringing it to the surface.

It now all made perfect sense why I felt horrible when Lydia and Stiles kissed. Why I kept looking over at him when I was on Theo’s lap. Why, even though he’s cute and would be great to get into bed with, I wasn’t the least bit interested in going out with the new werewolf.

Looking at him now, I realize I see something I didn’t the night before. The person who was just a friend moments ago is now the only person I ever imagine myself with.

“Come on.” Stiles grinned, slipping a hand into mine. “Let’s go find our friends.”

My heart beated faster than ever as I let him pull me outside of the bathroom. He looked around the dining room, trying to find the others.

But, I couldn’t concentrate on helping him. I was too terrified at that fact that I fell in love with the one person I wasn’t supposed to.

I fell in love with my friend with benefits.

I fell in love with Stiles Stilinski.

Oh shut up - Justin Foley

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Sidenote: Justin and Jessica are not together here and have never been.

Word count: 849

Request: Slightly kinky 7 minutes in heaven game at a party with Justin foley with his kind of attitude “i don’t care


“Hey y/n we’re going to play a game, do you want to join?” Jeff shouted. You were at Bryce’s party with already enough alcohol in your blood to agree for a stupid bottle game. You sat in a circle with some friends of yours.

“Okay so we’re going to play 7 minutes in heaven, we’ll spin the bottle twice, the two who are pointed at will go to the bedroom and spend 7 minutes in heavennnn.” Sheri explained.

“Really guys 7 minutes in heaven? Isn’t that like a middle school game?” Justin Foley asked before drinking his beer.

“You don’t have to stay.” You said on a serious tone. You talked without thinking. Justin was a typical jock, being all popular and rude. You never really liked him. The boy had a reputation and as much as you liked a little trouble that boy was way too much to handle. He was well known for playing girls, which was not a problem for you since you don’t fall in love. The thing was Justin wasn’t just a basic fuckboy. Justin was a  fuckboy with a lack of respect. He didn’t just ignore those poor girls but  he really humiliated them. You really hated that about him.  He just rolled his eyes and stayed. Sheri spinned the bottle, the first two who had to spend 7 minutes in heaven were Zach and some cheerleader you never heard of. When they came back Zach’s hair was completely messed-up and he had some lipstick from her left on his lips. It was a pretty funny view. Sheri spinned the bottle again and it pointed to Justin. Everyone had to laugh since he was the one not wanting to play this game. When she spinned it again the bottle started to slow down and stopped pointing at you. You panicked, why did you even agree on playing this.

“You got to be kidding me?” you asked on a frustrated tone. Out of all people who were sitting there you had to make out with Foley. Without even looking at him you stood up and walked to the bedroom where the 7 minutes in heaven, correction: hell, were about to happen. Justin followed and entered the room with his fuckboy attitude.

“So are we doing this?” you asked

“Oh yeah right.” He said with a nonchalant tone. It made you boil inside. He walked towards you and held your face between his hands and started to kiss you. At the beginning the kisses were superficial but you felt like you were having an effect on him, and what was better than playing a fuckboy. Two could play that game, right? You  started to intertwine your fingers with his hair and started to kiss him more passionately, him answering with deeper kisses. His hands travelled down to your thighs, he pulled them up slightly signing you had to jump. You wrapped your legs around Justin’s waist while he pushes you against the wall. You bit his lower lip a little before interrupting the kiss.

“You seem to enjoy it?” you winked.

“O shut up.” Justin groaned before kissing you passionately again. His tongue licking your lower lip telling you he was going to enter. His tongue swirled around yours. You broke yourself from his lips and start to kiss his neck sucking a little on it.

“Damn y/n, you’re good.” Justin moaned out, obviously liking what you were doing.

“Oh shut up.’ You whispered against his neck. Justin walked with you to the bed and laid the both of you down. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist so you felt his erection push through his pants against you. You pulled him closer and felt it even more. You had to admit, the thought of it made your panties soak. You turned the both of you around sitting on top and continue kissing him while you rolled your hips over his bulge. Moans leaving his mouth non-stop. His hands were on your butt squeezing them hard, but you liked it. He started to pull at your shirt when suddenly:

“Guys, you can come out, 7 minutes are over.” You heard Sheri shout. Right in time you thought. You broke the kiss and stood up, quickly fixed your hair and threw Justin a last  wink before leaving him with his mouth agape in the room. You joined the others again. They were all smirking a little, probably because of all Justin’s moans. A couple seconds later Justin also came back with a shocked look on his face, instead of sitting on the same spot as before he came sit down next to you. When everyone was already busy with the next couple he whispered in your ear:

“You’ll have to finish what you started.”

“I don’t have to do anything Foley.” You left him wanting more and that exactly was what you wanted. He looked away from you when you saw he was subtly biting his fist. Mission accomplished you thought by yourself.

Let me know what you think and thanks for reading! xxxx

Honesty [Jealous!Jason Todd X Reader]

Request: Can you write an angst with Jason Todd where Jason Todd thinks the reader is cheating on him with Dick (but they’re just really good friends) and he acts like an asshole to her (but make the ending happy please) by anon

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

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A/N: I didn’t give it a happy ending MWAHAHAHAH because I’m evil and mean like that. So I’m really sorry and also for not writing as I used to. I’ll try to write more! Hope you guys like it!~Nyx

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anonymous asked:

Idek if you're taking requests but if you are can you write a Harry imagine where you guys get invited to a Christmas Eve party and Harry seems like he doesn't want to go but you don't know why and at the party he's being really clingy and quiet and eventually he asks you guys if you can leave and he looks almost like he's in pain and once you guys get home he breaks down and starts getting really sick and is upset because he's really sick to his stomach on Christmas. Thanks love!

Thank you for the request sweetie. I’m sorry for the extreme delay! I hope this mends it! Love ya

#11: I’ll Take Care Of You

The soft padding of his feet came to be heard in the kitchen as Y/N sauntered in there, clearing up some tit-bits of their lunch. The house was awfully quiet considering the fact that they had been asleep for a while before, and now as Y/N was awake, Harry was still getting over his jetlag. 

Until his groan came loud into the kitchen and Y/N turned around in her place to see him walking in groggily, fingers rubbing his eyes and his lips pouted, pink and plump. 

“Hiya baby.” Y/N smiled as Harry now approached her with open arms. 

In reply to her he groaned some more and went in for a tight hug from her, snuggling his nose in the crook of her neck and winding his one leg around her hip in an attempt to find the desired warmth. Chuckling, Y/N wound her arms around his waist and pressed her lips to his hair sweetly. 

“Why’d ya get out ‘o bed, huh?” His deeply husks, words muffled into her skin and tone extremely languid. 


“C’mon, I wanna get back, c’mon.” He didn’t even let her leave her position, and snug his arms under her bum, pulling her off of her feet and carrying all the way upstairs to their bedroom. 

Y/N shuffled the blankets away at their feet as Harry sat her on the bed. She raised her arms to him, inviting him closer to her, and Harry gratified, pushed himself down at her till they both lay on the bed, him atop her. 

His lips found her neck, peppering kisses lazily, while her hand found his hair, scratching at the scalp and tugging on his roots that gave him a lighter feeling. 

“What happened? Don’t feel good?” Y/N asks in a hush voice, tracing her lips on his outer face as he gradually paused his lips at her skin and just breathed her in in long breaths. 

“It’s too cold. Just wanna stay here, with you.” He lifts his head to her, bringing his lips down and meeting hers in a slow, soft kiss. 

Tugging at his shoulders, Y/N succeeded in bringing him under her and priced his tired face and slump mood with soft, longing kisses. Harry held her hair, tugging up in a ponytail as she slowly trailed down his face, on his neck and then on his bare chest, and the anticipation of all of this made his breathing raspier. 

She had reached the hemline of his boxer briefs and Harry couldn’t wait to give out to her when suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Y/N lifted herself off of the bed, annoyed at the abruptness of this petty gadget and sat on the edge of the bed as she received the call. 

Harry sat up behind her, running a hand through his hair as he eyed her back suggestively. His hips bucked up, slowly sliding him across the mattress to her until his groan touched her behind. His arms closed around her waist, slipping his hands under her top until they met in a knot at her navel. He kissed her shoulder, back and side of her neck before resting his head on her skin, rocking back and forth with her, completely ignorant of her chit chat.  

“I can’t believe it just left my mind. God, we have time right? I mean it’s definitely not startin’ before 9 even though it says 7?” The thought of the pre-Christmas party at her friend’s home had completely left her mind; but she couldn’t really blame herself when Harry had arrived back home. 

“Okay, I’ll make it. Just let’s arrive there together so I don’t be the only one late. Kay, see ya.” She put her phone back to its place, and slowed arched her neck to see Harry’s face at her side, chin propped up on her shoulder. Resisting somehow, she grants him a peck on his lips and even after he urges for more with lip biting, she refrains and gets off of the bed. 

“We gotta get ready. There’s a party at Makayla’s place.” Y/N announces, looking at Harry now slouching back on the bed with the support on his arms. 

“And we’re not going..?” He hints slowly, giving her a curious look. 

Y/N sighs through her mouth. “We have to. It was planned like long back, Harry. I have to be there.”

“But now I’m home so we’re staying back here, baby, c’mere.” He lifts his arms to hold her but she flinches back. 

“That’s what it is. You weren’t supposed to be back till next week and I got committed to certain outings and plans which I doubt I can cancel now.” Y/N whines, biting her lip in slight tanginess of her words. 

Harry’s eyes grew wide. “So it’s coming down on me then, is it really now?” He grew serious, eyes sombre. 

“You can stay home if you want, I’ll be back soon.” Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N turned to walk to the wardrobe when he held her wrist to tug her back. 

“I’ll come with ya.” 


The house is packed and merry with familiar faces, all laughing and chatting about in casualty. Y/N smiled at her friend walking to her, enclosing her in a tight hug with her one hand that was free of Harry’s hold. Pulling away from Y/N, Makayla turned to Harry who gave her a mere smile, and quick hug, almost equivalent to a shrug. All this while, not leaving Y/N’s hand for a moment. 

“Come on, get your drinks, guys, we’ll start with some games after that.” Saying so, Makayla walked off in the party. 

Y/N looked up from her hand intertwined with his to his serious, jaw tightened face. She cupped the side of his face with her other hand and brought him down, kissing his cheeks twice. 

“I’m sorry about before, baby. Please let’s go through this thing together and all smiley?” She waited for him to respond while pressing her nose on his cheek repeatedly. 

“Hmm.” He responded, looking down at her with a slight neutral expression. 

“Now gimme a kiss and smile, sweetheart.” They kiss slowly - something a little more than a peck - and Harry pulls back, tucking his hands in the pocket of his jeans while leaving Y/N from the warmth. She frowned, nevertheless held his bicep and together, walked in the crowd. 

A while later, Y/N found herself on her third glass of wine, a little light headed as she sat on the arm rest of the couch, laughing about imbecile topics. Harry joined the group at the couch, sliding down Y/N from the armrest to his lap abruptly, almost toppling the wine glass on her lap. 

“Woah, easy there, honey.” She chuckled, looking back at Harry with glassy eyes. 

“You too there, love.” He gestured to her glass, keeping a straight face. Y/N chuckled some more and aimed for a kiss on his lips but he turned and she found his scruff under her lips. She turned back to the group, not minding his actions at the moment. 

One of the guys in the group, later, picked out his guitar and sang songs, changing the lyrics someway and making them sound chessy and sweet to the crowd. He serenaded every woman during this, looking in their eyes and smiling a handsome one. 

he approaches Y/N, shifting a chord here and there on the guitar, beginning to play soft, amorous tune with lyrics that he dragged to a slurry tone. Y/N smiled, not really minding the deal with the man - he’s just being sweet. The guy slowly drew close to her face, urging her to sing along and Y/N chuckled, looking away shyly. 

“Okay, that’s enough.” Harry’s voice came through and the music stopped, all eyes turning to the stoic man behind Y/N. 

“Yes?” The man questioned. 

Harry got up, making Y/N stay together with him. His hand came down against the man’s chest, flat, and it just seemed he was an inch away from shoving the man on to the group sat behind him. 

“That was good, but thank you, enough of it, we’re leaving.” With this, he grabs Y/N’s hand and drags her out of the building, the wine glass in her hand falling to the ground and breaking on the way. 


Y/N shuffles at the door, taking off her heels, Harry hot at her feet. She scurries away from the door in haste but Harry’s voice makes her stop. 

“Y/N, baby, I’m n-”

“What was that?” She demanded, turning around. 

Harry’s face grew struck with shock. “We were coming back, anyways, might as well did an hour or so before - what’s wrong with that?” 

“You really are stubborn, aren’t you? When you had thought that you’re gonna be absolutely rude to my friends, act like absolutely out of this world person and be absolutely sulking away my mood along with yours, I guess you played really well then.” She flared her nose at him. 

Harry’s shoulders dropped.” Baby, I wasn’t feeling well at all.” 

“I told you to stay at home, didn’t I?” Y/N accused. “I think you purposely act around like this arrogant and stoic in front of my friends just to maintain this air and talk about Harry Styles, don’t you? Goodness, you’re so implausible at times.” She hurried away to their bedroom. Harry trailed behind her, quick in his steps and got inside the bedroom before she could have closed the door at his face. 

Not sparing any look to him, Y/N quietly walked to the dresser to put away her earrings. It was until she heard sniffles that she turned around. 

With his face in his hands and his figure turned small at the edge of the bed, Harry openly let his sobs be heard. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, biting her lip, and walked to him. Standing before him, she spoke,” Why are you crying?” 

With his face burried in his hands still, Harry answered. “I’m not feeling good, Y/N. After being home sick for so long, all I wanted was to spend time with you when I’d come back and you drag me to this party where there’s guys tryna flirt with ya. It makes me so sick, but is that what you’ve been doing while I was away?” 

Y/N dropped to her knees before him, clutching his wrists to bring his hands away from his face. 

“No, I would never do that, I swear, baby. And I didn’t drag you to the party, you could’ve stayed home if you wanted.” She spoke in a less monotonous and more understanding, soft voice. 

Harry looked up at her with his bloodshot eyes. “But I wanna be with you, why don’t you understand?” He burries his face back in his hands ,and Y/N’s fighting to have him look at her. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, Harry. Please look at me, I love you, I’m so so sorry, baby.” She hugs him over him trying to hide his face, and she’s squishing his body in her grip before he finally wraps his arms around her. 

“Please smile, it’s almost Christmas, baby. I’m so glad you’re home!” She squeals into his shoulder, kissing his ear and neck and everywhere that she can. 

“Please come and hold me, I’m feeling so cold.” Harry murmurs against her hair. 

“I’ll take care of you baby, I’ll love you so much. C’mon.” Y/N urges pushing him back on the bed. She wipes his cheeks as she kisses him under his eyes and moves her hands down to help him change up. 

“I love you, Y/N and I’ve missed you and I love you so much.” Harry smiles at her. 

She leans to his face, pecking a kiss on his lips and smiles back. “I’ve missed you too,bug. Love you so much.” 

And their lips meet again. 


Broken Part Four

Broken Masterlist

word count: 1,908

“So Bucky came over, confessed that he wants you back and then bounced?” Your closest friend Wanda asked you as the two of you sat in the break-room of your job.

“Mhmm.” You answered before taking a sip of your coffee. It was Monday morning and you were in desperate need for your coffee fix. After the weekend you had, it was necessary.

“Wow.” Was all Wanda managed to say.

“My sentiments exactly.”

Wanda was one of the first people that you met at your job when you started working again. The two of you didn’t exactly hit it off at first. She hated you and you hated her. It was all very silly. Once the two of you noticed some similarities, you instantly became friends.

“What are you going to do?” Wanda questioned.

You sighed, “I honestly have no idea. I want to be with Steve. He’s a great guy. I enjoy being around him. But then..”

“You and Bucky have history. It’s hard to let all of that go.”

“I know it is. I just can’t believe he would do that while Steve was there. Bucky never gave an indication that he wanted to get back together until he found out about Steve.”

“He’s jealous, (Y/n). He doesn’t want another man filling his place at home.”

“Steve isn’t filling his place. He hasn’t even met the kids. It’s way too soon for anything like that.” You hadn’t even thought of introducing Steve to your children. Part of that worried you.

“Bucky probably doesn’t know how serious you and Steve are. He’s probably driving himself crazy thinking about it all.”

You sighed softly again. You were going to give yourself a headache from thinking too hard. It was all just too much. You didn’t think that your love life could be so complicated.

“I just don’t want to deal with any of this. I don’t need the stress.”

“Why don’t we go and get some drinks after work? It’ll help you get your mind off things.” Wanda suggested.

“I can’t. Spencer has a game.” Part of you really did want to go out for a drink, but Spencer was pitching and you couldn’t miss it.

It would be the first time that you and Bucky would be in the same place since he confessed that he wanted things to go back to normal. You hoped that everything would go smoothly for the sake of the kids.

When you were done with work for the day, you quickly changed in the nearest bathroom. Throwing on some jeans, a gray shirt and sneakers, you felt more comfortable and ready to cheer on your daughter.

On the way to the game, you tried thinking of anything else but the situation you were in. You really felt torn.

Seeing Bucky emotional the other night stirred something up inside of you. He was saying all of the things that you had been dying to hear. However, the timing was incredibly awful.

You saw Bucky’s car at the softball field when you arrived. He and Thomas and Cecilia were already seated in the stands. Bucky noticed you walking over to them and he smiled.

He pointed you out to Thomas and Cecilia who instantly made their way towards you. You hugged them both and kissed them before they lead you to Bucky.

“Hey.” He said once you sat on the empty seat besides him. It was clear that he was a little nervous since the last encounter wasn’t very good.

“Hey.” You responded.

It was extremely awkward for a few moments. Even Thomas and Cecilia noticed but didn’t say anything.

“So, how was work?” Bucky asked trying to brake the ice.

“It was fine. How was your day?”

“Fine.” Bucky simply said.

More awkward tension ensued.

“Mom? Can Thomas and I go get something from the concession stand?” Cecilia asked as the two teams started warming up on the field.

“Sure, sweetie.” You started to reach for your wallet in your purse but Bucky waved you off. He grabbed a twenty dollar bill from his own wallet and handed it to Cecilia.

The twins took off once they were given the money. The concession stand was right next to the bleachers that you and Bucky were sitting at. You could see them from your seat. You watched as Thomas and Cecilia got in line.

“You know they’re going to spend all of your money on junk, right?”

Bucky chuckled as he watched the twins as well, “I know.”

Your phone started ringing in your purse then. Reaching inside, you pulled it out and saw that Steve was calling you. It clearly wasn’t a good time to talk to him with Bucky being so close, so you silenced it.

Bucky cleared his throat, “Uh, while we are alone, I think we should talk about what happened the last time we saw each other.”

You knew the conversation was inevitable. “Yeah, I think we should too.”

“I’m really sorry for everything. It wasn’t the best time for me to tell you how I feel. I just…” Bucky sighed and looked right into your eyes. “I miss you, (Y/n). I really miss what we had before I screwed everything up. I know that it’s too late and that you’re happy with someone else now, but I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t say it.”

Once again, you were at a loss for words. If it had been months before, you were sure that you would’ve instantly forgiven Bucky. He was saying all of the words you had been dying to hear.

But he was right. You were seeing someone and you were happy.


You looked away from Bucky and back towards the twins. They were ordering at the counter and it looked like they were indeed buying all the junk they offered.

“(Y/n)?” Bucky drew your attention back to him. You could see that he meant the words that he said.

“I love you. I always have. I lost myself for a while and I thought I was doing the right thing before with those divorce papers. I know now that I was a complete idiot and a fool to think that I could ever live this life without you. It’s a crappy time for me to be saying this, but I just needed for you to know that I adore you. You’ve been an amazing mother to the kids. You’ve been civil with me despite me being a complete asshole before. I don’t know how you do it all.”

Before you could say anything to him, Thomas and Cecilia came back from the concessions stand. There arms were filled with snacks.

“We got enough for everyone.” Thomas giggled setting some stuff down on the empty seat beside him.

Cecilia handed you some chips and a drink and did the same for Bucky.

“Did you guys spend all of the money I gave you?” Bucky questioned.

The twins looked at each other before saying in unison, “You didn’t say you wanted change back.”

You couldn’t help but laugh along with Bucky at your sly children. They sat in their seats in front of you and Bucky. Spencer was getting ready to take the mound and you were excited for her. She was a natural born athlete who loved playing the game of softball.

As the game went on, you tried to give it all of your attention but Bucky’s words kept roaming around. You didn’t know what to say to him.

He still loved you.

You didn’t think that he still did after the way he treated you in the past.

You glanced over at Bucky and saw that he was snapping a photo of Spencer on the field. He looked like a proud dad with the huge smile on his face.

Your mind began to wonder again, but this time at how things could’ve been if it hadn’t been for the divorce. The five of you wouldn’t have to split your time together. The kids wouldn’t have to travel back and forth between your place and Bucky’s. Holidays could be spent together.

Despite how he treated you back then, you still loved him. Throughout the arguments and the silent treatments, Bucky still held onto you entirely.

Cheering from the crowd snapped you from your thoughts. One of Spencer’s teammates stole home plate ending the game and ensuring their win. You watched as Spencer and her friends celebrated.

You and the others got up from your seats and went towards the field were Spencer was waiting.

“You were amazing, sweetie!” Bucky said to Spencer as he pulled her into his arms and lifted her off the ground.

“Thanks dad.” She smiled. He let her down and she gave you a hug next. “What did you think of my pitching today?”

You gave her a squeeze, “It was incredible! Your fastball is really improving.”

“You did great today, Spence.” Cecilia said to her sister as she hugged them as well. She went to gather her bag leaving you all waiting nearby.

“Why don’t you two go help your sister with her things?” Bucky suggested to the twins. You knew that he wanted to have another minute alone with you. The twins were completely oblivious to it and left anyways.

“Are you okay? You seemed a little out of it after we spoke earlier.” Bucky asked.

“I’m fine. I just didn’t imagine ever hearing the things you said to me. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I know and I’m sorry for waiting for so long to say it.”

“What are you hoping to happen between us, Bucky? To go back to how things were?”

He nodded and took a step closer to you. “I would love to be a family again. I would love to wake up every morning right beside you and to have my kids be stable in a single household. I want you back in my life again.”

“I’m with Steve. I like Steve and..”

Bucky cut you off, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

It was clear that his feelings were hurt. He wanted you to say that you loved him back and when you didn’t, it hurt him.

“Bucky..” you reached over to grab his hand but he took a step back.

“I have to leave. I’m going to tell the kids goodbye.” He walked away from you and towards the dugout where the kids were.


That night, you couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned for hours getting more and more restless with each passing hour.

Steve and Bucky both consumed your thoughts.

You kept replaying everything that Bucky told you. You kept seeing the hurt look on his face at the end of the game just hours before. Bucky wanted his family back together but you didn’t know if that’s what you wanted as well.

Part of you was hesitant because you knew that your heart couldn’t stand being broken by him for the second time.

With Steve, things were simple. He was a genuine guy and you enjoyed being in his company. Steve made you laugh and you weren’t ever stressed around him.

You didn’t manage to get much sleep that night. When you finally rose out of bed, you knew what you had to do. You had to let one of them go for good for your sanity.

Who is it going to be???? Team Steve or Team Bucky??

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[NCT] Doppelganger?

Hello hello hello! It’s me, Froggi, back at it again with the requests I should have gotten to a million years ago. This is like the best thing I’ve written since I made my blog though so hopefully that’ll make up for me being late. 

Originally posted by y-ta

Genre: idk fluff i guess 
Word count: 1,000+ 
Feedback is always appreciated, thank u and goodnight 

Cozy, inviting, and seemingly set in past decades, there’s something indiscernible that draws you to the cafe that lies on the busiest street corner in Chicago. It’s a place you’ve visited countless times; the employees now know you by name and vice versa. On a particularly rainy day, you find yourself padding into the building, the warmth inside soothing your chilled skin. It’s rather empty, which is out of the ordinary given its reputation, but it’s not at all surprising to see the lack of patrons. It is only Tuesday, and with the downpour outside, it’s no wonder you can count the number of guests on one hand. The chime that sounds throughout the cafe alerts one of the waiters, and he bounds out from the kitchen to offer you a greeting. He’s tall, with chocolatey brown eyes and lips that curve up at the corners naturally, perpetuating an enticingly cat like expression. A few strands of soft dark hair fall into his eyes, and he lazily blows them aside with a harsh puff of air before throwing a welcoming smile in your direction.
“Hey, sexy,” says the waiter, poking fun at your perhaps overly casual attire. “Do you not have an umbrella? You’re soaked.”
You breathe out a sigh, climbing onto one of the large and rustic mahogany barstools that line the counter.
“No, I lent mine to a friend.” Is your response.

Johnny looks you up and down, pursing his lips in thought, before scurrying away. Out of sight, you can hear the whirring of machines and the clinking of glass and it’s not long before he returns, a drink in hand. It’s a tradition, so to speak, for you to leave your order up to Johnny every time you visit. He’s good at what he does, and he’s always thinking of new combinations of ingredients to put together just the right beverage to suit your mood. On days like this, your drinks are usually served hot, varying between overly sweet flavors with heaps of cream or something more simple, usually a hot tea with only a dash of sugar.

Today, you guess the drink is going to be on the sugary side, judging by the mountain of whipped cream and chocolate shavings that dust the top. When you take a sip, though, you’re pleasantly surprised. It’s sweet, but not overbearing and there’s a faint hint of citrus. Your eyes widen, and you throw an excited thumbs up to Johnny as you gulp it down, the liquid heating your throat and warming you down to your toes.
“It’s my newest concoction.” Johnny muses, bowing as if he’s in front of a relentlessly cheering audience.
“I’m impressed. I’d say this is your best work to date.” You say, “What’s in it?”
“That, my friend, is top secret information. I’m afraid I can’t tell you, though you know I hate to turn down a pretty face.”

You haul your bag into your lap, pull out your laptop and boot it up.
“That’s fine; I’ll just ask Nathan.” You counter, and Johnny’s eyes narrow.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” You taunt, taking another sip of the drink.

Johnny, one of your 3 roommates, works and makes a living as a waiter and residential pretty face. There’s a handful of people that attribute the cafe’s popularity to Johnny’s devilishly good looks, and you can’t say you blame them; the days Johnny works are usually the cafe’s busiest. Girls practically line up to see him, no matter where he goes. Of course, it’s an unspoken rule that absolutely no one, under any circumstance, is allowed to flirt with him, unless they enjoy being gently but brutally rejected.To most, it’s painfully obvious that he already has eyes for only one girl. ‘Most’ meaning everyone except for you, the girl in question. It’s routine for Johnny to constantly be flirtatiously throwing quips in your general direction, which you reflect back at him with ease. Everything about him, from the way he dresses to the way he acts, screams “ladies man”, so you suppose you’ve sort of embedded that idea into your brain, projecting his flirty behavior onto everyone he interacts with. “Just ask her out already.” Is a phrase that’s commonplace among Johnny and your two other roommates. Among the four of you, it seems that the only one out of the loop is you. Of course, Johnny isn’t one to push. While it kills him to be so close to you without actually being able to call you his, he’ll take what he can get. He’s a man who’s all about subtlety; he’d rather drop hints for decades before he finally grabs you by the shoulders and scream to the heavens that he wants to go out with you. Which, unfortunately for him, is something he probably needs to do. You don’t consider yourself ditzy and clueless by any means; in fact, you’re at the top of your class in the university’s art program, but that’s another story. Point being, you can’t exactly take a hint, no matter how obvious Johnny might make it. Presently, Johnny’s leaning against the bar, asking you, “What brings you here, by the way? The weather outside is total shits; I didn’t expect to see you walking through it.” You’re in the middle of gulping down more of your drink when he continues. “Don’t tell me it’s because you wanted to come see me? I’m flattered, Y/N, I really am.” You click your tongue.
“Wow, you’ve got me figured out,” you deadpan, “I actually just came to study, since it’s so loud back at the apartment.”
“You couldn’t study at the library?” He asks.
“Nope. Power went out, so the school’s got it closed off.” Is your response. Taking one last sip of your drink, you beckon him over, “Come help me.”
He shoots you a, “I’m going to get in trouble for slacking off.” though he doesn’t make any move to decline your request.
“No, you won’t. Everyone here loves you.” You say as he climbs into the seat beside you.

He scoots closer, brazenly leaning against you with his chin propped on your shoulder. You don’t question the action, but rather the sensation is sends shooting down your spine. It’s not uncommon for him to have his hands on you; often times he’d have you in his lap or an arm slung securely around your shoulder, and it was never considered more than a mindless action between friends. After all, that’s the dynamic your friendship is built on. So why, you ask yourself, does it send your heart into overdrive? Of course. It’s because you’ve got a hopeless crush on the boy. It’s an idea you’ve only nurtured a small number of times, afraid that the blossoming adoration you have for the waiter would cause you to do something stupid, like telling him how you feel, should you entertain the notion that yes, you do like Johnny.His eyes are trained on the brightness of your laptop, and he’s silent as you pull up a number of windows, ranging from PDF files to a random playlist you found on Youtube. Johnny does wonders in helping you study. Physics, your weakest and his strongest subject, is the monster that you try to tackle as you sit tucked away into your own little world inside the cafe. Occasionally, he’ll reach a hand up and point to something you might have missed in your equations, and he’ll murmur answers to your questions. It’s when a sudden change in your playlist has you switching over to Youtube that Johnny lifts his head from your shoulder, prompted by a man seemingly in his 40s entering the cafe. The music that plays through your headphones isn’t something you could see yourself listening to, but when paired with the bright colors of the accompanying music video on screen, it serves to almost hypnotize you. Nine men dance with powerful movements on screen, and the song fluidly moves from hook to bridge to chorus, and it’s during the second verse of the song that something catches your eye. One of the boys, dressed in a candy red jacket with gold chains and auburn colored hair, moves to the front of the group, and your jaw drops. That guy looks just like Johnny! When he moves back to your side, you point to the screen in astonishment.
“Check this out. That dude looks exactly like you!” Johnny’s eyes widen a slight bit, and he furrows his brows in confusion before his features relax and he cocks a goofy smirk.
“Dude, maybe he’s your long lost twin. You know like that movie The Parent Trap!” You joke.
A breathless laugh pulls its way from Johnny’s lips, and he slaps a hand to your back, between your shoulder blades.
“Pretty sure I’d know if I had a twin, Y/N. That dude in the video? That’s me.” He casually throws out.
“Eat it, Johnny. I don’t believe you.” You say, but upon giving it more though you realize that the idea is entirely plausible. Plus, it doesn’t take much convincing on Johnny’s part to have your jaw dropping in disbelief.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that you, Johnny, the Johnny that works making just above minimum wage as a barista, the Johnny that does a shitty impersonation of parrots 24/7, are the same Johnny who’s a famous Korean pop star?”
Johnny nods, as if it’s something as simple as 1,2,3.
You blink a few times, and it only takes you a few moments to fully come to terms with the knowledge. After all, it doesn’t seem far fetched for Johnny to do something so… Extra.
“Is that why you have so many girls up your ass?” You question, jokingly. Johnny leans back in his chair.
“Maybe. It didn’t work on the girl I want, though, so what’s it really matter?” As he speaks, he fixes you with a gaze that’s perhaps a bit too serious given the lighthearted nature of the situation, but it nonetheless has your throat going dry.
“Bummer.” Is all you manage to mumble out.
“Yeah. I guess she didn’t really know about it until just now. I bet if she knew I was so famous, she’d already be falling at my feet.” Muses Johnny, casually despite the rapid beating of his heart.
“Maybe now that she knows I can use that as leverage to get her to go on a date with me.”
“Why don’t you ask her, then?” You counter.
At this, Johnny leans forward, face entirely way too close to yours as he searches your expression for anything that could hint at deception, to give away the idea that you’re playing him like a fiddle, serving as a warning for him to back away because he doesn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of being rejected by the one girl he’s head over heels for. Finding nothing, he takes the opportunity to speak, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he asks, tentatively, “Will you go out with me?”
Your lips quirk up in a little grin, and you can see the tension leaving Johnny’s frame when you nonchalantly reply with, “I’d love to.” The waiter has a smile stretching from ear to ear throughout the rest of his work day.

On Saturday, when he texts you, telling you that he’ll be picking you up once he gets off of work, you find yourself smiling stupidly at your phone.
You shoot a quick ok text, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth before typing out another message.
“Oh and by the way, you don’t have to be famous to take me on a date.” Followed by another text, “I’d have said yes any day.” 

ok but?? chowder being a Party Boi in high school. he was always just so happy to be there and got everyone hyped. not so much anymore bc he’s gotta be serious about stuff (like hockey and his friend and his gf and his degree) but like. pong partners lardo & chowder??? unstoppable. undefeated. actually undefeated. they never lose games, chowder just loses interest and like high fives everyone and goes off to do something else.

Ivar The Boneless x Reader
Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

Summary: After almost a year a lot had changed, Ivar is two months gone on raid and finally comes back, alive and well. Not only is he impressed by your old self again, he is the most impressed of your son who just learns to walk. And stubborn as he is, Sigtrygg succeeds.
Words: 2193

You looked intensely to Sigtrygg who drew himself up on the chair and let his hands lose so he stood alone. You smiled a little when he tried to find some balance before he looked down to the ground, trying to take his first step. But everytime you thought he would do it, he didn’t and held back on the chair again. Sigtrygg was just his father, stubborn when something doesn’t go to plan and confident in what he wanted. He was almost a year now and still the center of your life. Seeing him wake up every morning was the most beautiful thing of your day. He turned his head and looked at you with piercing blue eyes. He babbled something and you shook smiling your head. “Soon.” You wispered. Ivar was in Engeland, for weeks now and you started to notice that Sigtrygg missed his father. Despite he was still so young, he was clever and he knew that Ivar wasn’t around, espially because he loved his father more than anything on the world. Sometimes you had to rock him to sleep because he was crying, or he laid with you in bed instead of in his craddle. You didn’t mind, how closer he was, how closer Ivar was. You pulled yourself out of your own thoughts and looked back at Sigtrygg who crawl to a little wooden horse that Floki had maked for him. Would Ivar come back? You hoped, there was still so much that Sigtrygg and Ivar had to do together. Raiding, fighting, conquer the world. You looked up to the ceiling, praying to the gods. “Please let my husband come home. Please let Ivar be still alive.”

In the time that the Brotherhood and their army were away you grew a little closer to Lagertha. She saved you from certain dead a year ago and you were still thankfull for that. So you adviced her on the defenses of Kattegat, that was what the two of you were doing when a shieldmaiden came in to tell the return of the brotherhood. “I hope the gods aswered our prayers.” Lagertha said to herself. You shoved your axe in your belt and took Sigtrygg who was playing with the wooden toys again. After almost two months you finally saw those ships again. The people of Kattegat rushed to the harbor, all eager to see their husbands and sons again. Queen Lagertha took her place in on front and you stood becides her, with Sigtrygg in your arms. You looked how his little bleu eyes gazed over the ships, impressed by what he saw.
“Some day you will sail this sea to.” You said to him. He didn’t understand it but he looked at you for a moment before his eyes went to the boats again.
“If he has the spirit of you and the cofident of his father he will one day be a great leader.” Lagertha smiled towards your son. You looked at Sigtrygg, his dark hair blowing by the wind. You recognized Björn immidiatly, he was hard to look over. But when the boat came closer you recognized not only Björn, you saw Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk and offcourse Ivar. You felt so much relief in the moment that Lagertha embraced you for a short time.
“Look, your fahter.” You pointed to the boat. Sigtrygg was looking when you said that word but the fuss around him maked him insecure for a moment. When Ivar left two months ago Sigtrygg barly could crawl, now he almost could walk, he had grown, brabbled a lot more and you were sure that Ivar would be impressed. Björn jumped off as first, the conquering hero and you nodded respectfully towards him. But when the brothers came from the ship you putted Sigtrygg on the ground, he wrapped his both arms around your leg but was standing.
“Sigtrygg, hardly had regconized you.” Hvitserk laughed, clapping his hands to your son while Ubbe and Sigurd helped Ivar out the boat. Hvitserk was Sigtrygg’s favorit uncle, some much was sure but all his attention was towards his farther now.
“Glad your are safe.” You said to Hvitserk, he smiled and stood beside you, looking towards Ivar. He was shocked, he stared at his son like it was a other child. In disbelief he looked a moment to his brother.
“It’s not my son.” Ubbe laughed. You laid your hand on Sigtrygg’s head, he looked up at you.
“It’s oke.” You said. Ubbe and Sigurd let their brother carefully sit on the ground and Sigtrygg dropped his body on the ground and started crawling towards his father.
“What did you gave that kid?” Ubbe asked laughing about the fact that your son had so much changed. But you couldn’t replie, you looked at the smile on Ivar’s face when Sigtrygg finally got to him. The boy wrapped his arm around his father and Ivar almost started crying about it.
“How did it go?” You asked the others brothers.
“How does it look like?” Sigurd pointed out to the other ships. They were all stuffed with treasures and even slaves, you nodded.
“We missed you.” Ubbe said. You smiled to him and walked over to Ivar and Sigtygg.
“Husband.” You said tenderly. Ivar looked up at you. Yes, he left leaving you in a dress and now you were back in battlegear again. Two months changed a lot, that was for sure. You crouched beside him and looked betweed him and your son.
“Can he walk?” Ivar asked with an intensive  glare towards his son who stood up without needing help.
“Good to see you to Y/n, missed you a lot.” You said to yourself. Ivar rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“It seems that my son is not the only one who changed so much.” He responded with that smile of his.
“You still aren’t saying it Ivar.”
“You serious?” He asked right away. You nodded, took Sigtrygg and walked away from him. You were your old self again, he not greeting you was one of the things you would use against him. “Y/n.” He yelled after you. You smiled but didn’t look back. There was nothing more you wanted than just snuggle into his embrace and talk about his raid but you didn’t let yourself. You could play that kind of games again and you knew that it would make him crazy.

“This evening we drink on the gods, on the safe return of the five sons of Ragnar Lotbrok.” Lagertha said, standing before her throne, you stood beside her, before you a long table with the sons of Ragnar. Sigtrygg was already with his father again, Ivar wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than his own son. Lagertha sat down on her throne and you walked over to the table, sitting on the chairrest of Ivar his chair. He looked up at you, wrapping one arm around your leg. “Did I say how much I missed you?” He asked. You smiled and shook your head in disbelief.
“It’s to late for that Ivar.”
“Even I said it.” Yelled Ubbe from the other side of the table. 
“You shut your mouth.” Ivar commanded immidiatly. Sigtrygg tried to climb over to Hvitserk, Ivar tried to stop him for doing so and you only helped your son.
“I didn’t missed that about you.” You pointed out to his over protective behavior. Ivar glanced towards his son who was trying to pull some bread out of Hvitserk his mouth, they maked it a little game and you smiled because of Sigtrygg his laugh. Ivar pulled you from the chairrest into his lap.
“What is it that you missed about me?” He asked, his smile nothing more than a little grinn.
“Nothing really. You?” You putted your finger on his chest, looking at it without looking at him.
“Nothing. Only missed my son.” He nodded slowly. You looked back at him, briging your lips a little closer to his, while looking into his eyes.  
“Can you prove that?” You asked. He gave in, pulling you closer those last inches and kissing you. You really missed him, his taste, his toutch, those blue eyes, the feeling of his skin underneath your fingers. And he missed as much from you to, he doesn’t need to say it for you to feel it. You pulled your head back, a little out of breath, your forehead still against his.
“You coming the next raid?” He asked, his eyes intense into yours.
“What about Sigtrygg?” You asked in return.
“We take him with uss. I really need you Y/n.”
“So you did missed me.” You teased him, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You up for it?” Again ignoring your words. You pulled back and shook your head slowly.
“Can I prove it to you tomorrow?”
“There is nothing more I wanna see than you beating the crap out one of my brothers.” He agreed. Offcourse he agreed, there is nothing more he rather did than watching you fight.

You trained so hard the last couple of months and you finally got the results of it. You tackled Hvitserk and pointed the tip of your sword against his throught. Ivar was laughing from against his tree, Sigtrygg somewhere around him. You didn’t break a sweat, Hvitserk held his hands up in surrender. You gave him a smug smile before helping him up again. “Your turn.” You pointed your sword towards Ivar. He grinned, petted your son on the head before he pulled his body towards the piece of tree trunk that just stood there waiting for him. He pulled his body up to it and took the sword from his brother.
“Wife.” He challenged you. You took more grip around your sword and looked at the confident and cocky smile around his lips. You attacked, he defended your first move, your swords against each other, watching each other intensly. Ivar always was a challenge, despite the fact he was a cripple, he could fight pretty good. His unpredictability maked it harder for you to hit him. But your focuse shifted sometimes to Sigtrygg who stood against the tree and tried to walk again. Therefore you didn’t saw Ivar his sword coming, hitting you in the stomach. You gasped for air, stepping backwards a few steps. “Y/n!” He was already panicking again. But you looked at Sigtrygg.
“You alright?” Hvitserk asked. You tried to point towards Sigtrygg but the pain took the better of your movements.
“Y/n, come her.” He demanded. You walked over, stiff like hell.
“He tried to walk.” You said, moving your body against the pain. All of Ivar his concentration shifted from you to Sigtrygg. You stood all three still, looking at Sigtrygg who tried again and did. One step, than two and three. The pain doens’t mattered anymore, your son could walk. “Sigtrygg.” You said to your son, he turned, fell again but stood up right after. This was not only a highlight in your son his life but also for Ivar. He never learned to walk and you knew he was afraid that Sigtrygg maybe would turn out a cripple to. But this proved everything.
“He walks.” Ivar wispered while your son tried to get to the both of you. You looked away from Sigtrygg his desperate tries to get to you both and looked at Ivar. There rolled a tear down his cheek.
“I gave him strict instructions to wait with that until you returned.” You laid your hands on a shoulder of Ivar and let your head rest on it. Hvitserk slowly walked away, leaving the three of you in peace. Sigtrygg didn’t gave up, every time again he stood up and tried again. “He is just like you.” You wispered, smiling of the slight frustration you saw in Sigtrygg his light blue eyes.
“Is that a good or a bad think?” Ivar asked softly. You both didn’t want to make much noise, wanted to watch for a long as you both could.
“Bad mostly,” you joked. Ivar pulled his eyes away from his son and looked at you. Your thumb slided the tear away  while you took all the emotions he showed in. “Also good. There is nobody as strong as you are Ivar. If he is like you then he will one day rule the world.” You said while looking back at your son. He finally arrived, pushing his hands up to you. You took him in your arms and smiled proudly. He smiled back and you both looked at Ivar who was definitely crying now.
“Everytime I ask the gods why I deserve this after all that I have done,” He felt silent and shook his head.
“Because you Ivar the Boneless, you brought our people victory and there is nothing in the world that the gods want more. They want uss to make stories, history and if there is a tale that will be told over hunderd years than it is the tale about the cripple who rised. And for that my dear husband, for that you deserve this.”

The end

First Impressions (Part 15)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic) angst…

Word Count: 3755

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

So sorry this is late. I was very sick (still am, but getting better) and I was waiting on my beta ;)

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“How did it go?” Hayden asked as he came into your bedroom where you were laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and smoking. Once he saw you, he answered his own question. “Ah, that good, eh?”

“Hay…” you started before he climbed on the bed and kissed you to quiet you and your worries.

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