this pairing pretty much destroys me

anonymous asked:

Supercorp & Short

Thanks for the prompt!

Kara munched on her fourth bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch as she waited. Lena was taking more time to get ready than she did; she was limited by human speeds and Kara was not. Frequently, Kara would speed through her morning routine, then find herself with plenty of time to eat. Eating was one thing she never sped through, she liked to revel in every last moment of enjoying her food. And this morning was no different in that respect. However, this was the first morning in a long time that Kara had company in the morning. Lena had stayed the night last night.

Kara put her rinsed out bowl in the dishwasher as she decided a muffin would hit the spot and round out her breakfast. She turned around to grab one when she saw Lena walking out of her bedroom. She was fresh out of the shower, with damp hair and face scrubbed clean of makeup. She was also wearing Kara’s clothes; black yoga pants with a pair of striped socks and a relaxed fit, navy blue tee shirt. The sleeves were a bit long, and they came down to Lena’s knuckles.

Kara was just a little bit awed by the sight of Lena in her clothes, in her apartment, and more than anything by how little she seemed without her four inch stilettos. Lena noticed Kara’s stare immediately, and became uneasy. She tucked some of her wet hair behind her ears and said, “I’m sorry, um, my clothes from last night, well you were a little enthusiastic in getting them off of me, and they’re pretty much destroyed. I should have asked before I borrowed yours though.” She then looked to her feet and added, “I guess I should have asked before staying the whole night too. I should just go.”

“Wait, no, please don’t go.” Kara said as she stepped closer to Lena, who looked up at her words with a hopeful smile. “I like that you’re wearing my clothes, that you’re here. And I definitely like that you stayed. I was looking at you like that because I like those things so much.” She placed a chaste kiss to Lena’s lips, whose smile grew even brighter as she wrapped her arms around Kara’s neck. Kara’s own smile was dopey when she said, “Also because I never realized how short you are.”

“What?” Lena said, bemused and slightly offended. “I’m 5’6”, I’m not short.”

“Well I’m 5’8”, so you’re shorter.” Kara said, and Lena rolled her eyes.

“Are you going to tease me all morning?” Lena said with a slight pout.

“No.” Kara said simply, and placed another kiss on Lena’s lips. “I think it’s cute. Besides, trust me, you’re not as short as my sister’s girlfriend.”

Friends With Benefits (Joe Sugg Imagine- Requested)

Anonymous whispered: Can you please make an imagine where you and Joe are roommates and friends with benefits but he wants to take it another step by asking you to be his girlfriend? :)

You pulled on on a t-shirt and cuddled into his bare chest. You’d moved in with Joe and Caspar just two months ago and after a drunken night you and Joe had developed into friends with benefits.
 
‘I’ll never get tired of that’ You smiled against his bare skin and Joe let out a slight chuckle.
 
‘We’re good together’ he said tracing circles on your back with his fingertips.

‘I never would have expected that’ you admitted and Joe kissed your forehead.
‘We have tequila to thank for that discovery’
‘I never thought I’d be thankful for tequila’ you smiled entwining Joe’s spare hand with your own.
'Come on we better get ready to go out’ Joe sat up. The two of you had planned to head to the beach with Caspar and Oli.

'Do we have to go? I’d much rather stay here all day’ you told him tracing your fingers over his well defined torso.

'Tempting’ he whispered leaning in to kiss you. The force of Joe’s kiss took you by surprise as he pushed you back so you were laying on his bed with Joe above you.

'We’ll continue this later’ he told you before climbing off and pulling on a t-shirt.

'You’re such a tease’ you scowled but followed Joe’s lead as you finished getting dressed.

The two of you wondered upstairs where Caspar and Oli were sat waiting.

'When did you get here?’ Joe asked Oli as he grabbed his keys and wallet.

'Whilst the two of you were having your morning session’ Caspar joked rolling his eyes.

You and Joe had initially intended to keep your friends with benefits arrangement strictly between the pair of you but that plan was soon destroyed when Caspar admitted he’d heard the two of you one night. Since then yours and Joe’s relationship had become something that pretty much all of your friends knew about and they loved to remind you of it.

'When are you guys going to actually get together? This friends with benefits stuff is getting old’ Oli asked you and you shrugged.

'Me and Joe work fine as we are’ you explained. Although you couldn’t help think that maybe Oli was right.

'Come on let’s go’ Joe changed the subject resting his hand on the small of your back in order to lead you out the door.

'See you guys even act like a couple’ Oli teased following behind you.

You decided to ignore Oli’s comment and the four of you headed out.

When you arrived at the beach you placed your towels on the sand and you pulled your top off from over your bikini.

'Joe can you put some sun cream on my back?’ You asked passing him the bottle.

'Oli will you put some sun cream on my back?’ Caspar asked mocking you and Joe.

The rest of the day was spent with Oli and Caspar teasing you and Joe about your relationship. There was nothing unusual about that but you felt like they were going on about it more than usual and it was starting to annoy you.

'Y/N do you fancy going for a walk just up the beach?’ Joe asked you and you nodded getting up off of your towel.

'We’ll be back in a bit’ you told Caspar and Oli who looked as if they were asleep in the sunshine.

'Is it just me or have they been really annoying today?’ You asked Joe feeling irritated.

'Yeah but… I think that’s kind of my fault’ Joe looked at you sheepishly.

'How’s it your fault?’

'Because I was talking to them last night about how I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore’ he told you stopping to look at you.

'Oh’ you looked down at the floor and then back at Joe. 'We can go back to being just friends if you want’ you were disappointed. You did really like Joe and you couldn’t quite understand how you hadn’t realised that he wasn’t enjoying what you had together anymore.

'No that’s not what I meant’ Joe crinkled his forehead and took your hands in his. 'I mean I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore because I think you mean more than that to me now. I like you a lot Y/N’

'I don’t understand’ you mumbled feeling overwhelmed by this revelation.

'I’m saying I want you to stop being my friend and maybe… If you wanted… We could start being a proper couple’ he gave you a warm smile and you quickly reciprocated his look.

'I’d love that’ you told him stepping in to close the gap between you. You kissed his lips and his fingers made their way into yours. You pulled away and you and Joe continued to walk along the beach holding hands.

'You made a mental note to thank Oli and Caspar later’

A/N: hey guys sorry this is so overdue and thanks to everyone for the lovely messages! I’m fine, but I’ve just been majorly distracted and constantly stressed and arguing with my insurance company after the accident. Anyways I know this one isn’t my best but hopefully I’ll get back to posting regularly now!

*sweats nervously* 

the lesson here is dont think too much about crack pairings because u will ship them it will happen

imagine the lil destructive kids they would have tho they would take over the world and/or possibly destroy it

doom-exe  asked:

You feel better after breaking a collectors statue

Actually I DID!!!!! 

And here’s why:

As stated in THIS POST BACK IN 2013, I work at a comic book store. The statue arrived broken. Per policy with our supplier, we must show that the statue is beyond repair in order to obtain a replacement. We cannot re-sell that statue. It cannot be glued back together and resold. We’ve actually had to destroy statues we really like as a result. So, the store owner asked me to destroy it because they know I despise this pairing. 

And I got to smash the fuck out of it. 

Also, this condemnation I see over what people do with their own money that they earned is reprehensible. You don’t know the shit that I do for my community, you don’t know the number of jobs I work (FOUR – but who’s counting? – and I have a toddler to care for, which is pretty much a f/t job itself), and, lastly, you don’t know anything about me except to make a judgment call on shit you didn’t actually read through the receipts on. 

Tryna Get to You (PART 8)

(A/N) SOOOOORRRRYYY this one is short but I’m sort of liking the Gilinsky angle and I didn’t want to put too much good stuff in one chapter! The next one will be up soon though because this one is itsy bitsy! Love you guys so much and if you’re reading this for the first time LINKS to previous parts are right below this. If you love it, tell me, click the heart, reblog it! I don’t care how you do it just let me know your opinion! My ask is always open! Xx

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The courthouse was slow and you didn’t end up having much to do so you got to text Alex for a while and talk about your predicament. It was weird talking to him about boy problems because after you explained everything to him, all he had to say was ignore them and don’t associate with them. He wouldn’t give you any real advice on how to deal with it which is not like him at all. And then the one word answers started coming so you got annoyed and said bye before you two got in an argument.

What’s got into him? You ask yourself. Alex is always supportive of me but he’s being an asshole right now. Boys are definitely way more complicated than girls.

When you got in the car you decide to go check out downtown instead of heading back to the hotel right away. You find this really cute shop and decide to use some of the spending money your parents had given you. Speaking of parents, you wonder, why haven’t mine checked in on me? Usually your mom was pretty overprotective. So you shoot both of them a text basically saying how much fun you’re having and how grateful you are that they let you do this. Then, with that off your chest, you continue shopping.

Hidden on the clearance rack you find this gorgeous sky blue bikini with white ties. The sales lady compliments you profusely saying how gorgeous it would look with your skin and hair. So you decide to buy it along with a cute, sheer white tank top and a new pair of black, “destroyed” high-waisted shorts. With an outfit like this I’m definitely hitting up the beach for some sun on Saturday. You’re getting excited for the weekend because you can sleep in and not worry about your internship.

Heading back to the hotel you check your phone and see 3 texts from Nash.

We still on for a nap?

(Y/N)?

Ok just text me I guess when you’re not busy….

You smile and how persistent he was. Alex is wrong, these are good guys, you think to yourself. And send him a text back.

Hey! Sorry I went shopping, be right up xx

When you get upstairs you put your bag on the floor and leave the door cracked for Nash. You decide to change into comfy clothes and then proceed to climb under the covers. As sleepiness overcomes you, you hear the door shut and feel a warm body press up against you.

“G'night.” You mumble incoherently.

“Night beautiful.” You thought you heard him say but you couldn’t be sure. You fell asleep with a smile on your face and Nash stroking your hair.

—— an hour later ——

Nash wakes you up by gently shaking you. “Sorry but I don’t think we should nap for another 4 hours today…” He apologizes.

“You’re right.” You reply as you sit up, yawn, and stretch.

“Soo… What did you buy today?” Nash gestures to your bag on the ground, trying to make small talk.

You almost tell him and then decide to make it fun, “Come to the beach with me on Saturday and you’ll see!”

Nash’s face lights up and then falls almost immediately. “I can’t.” He says dejectedly. “I have MagCon Saturday.”

“Oh.” You reply, a little disappointed. “Is that like, all day?”

“Pretty much… I mean, it ends at a reasonable time but we’re all so tired afterwards it feels like it’s been forever.” He explains.

“Hmmm… What about Sunday?” You ask brightly.

“We usually debrief with Bart that day but it shouldn’t take too long.” He says, cheering up.

“Ok then it’s a date!” You say, trying not to show too much excitement.

“That will be our second in just 3 days,” Nash winks at you.

You pause for a second trying to figure out what the first date was. Oh SHIT. We’re going on a date tomorrow night! FUCK I forgot.

“You forgot didn’t you?” Nash asks quietly.

“What gave it away?” You ask, laughing awkwardly.

“Your facial expressions,” Nash tells you. “You can’t really mask how you feel very well cause most of your thoughts play out on your face. It’s one of the things I first noticed about you.”

You’re a little shocked to hear how much attention he pays to the little details.

Nash gets up and starts walking towards the door, “Tomorrow night at 7 meet me in the lobby. And PLEASE don’t forget.”

“I won’t.” You say shyly and lean against the doorframe as he walks out. He turns to look back down at you and pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Promise?” He asks quietly.

“Promise.” You reply, and in that moment you knew that you had to stop yourself from falling into those blue eyes because it would be a long and difficult climb out.

When you shut the door you decide you need to go do something productive, throw on some work out clothes, and head to the hotel gym all in about 10 minutes. You do a little cardio to warm up and then hit the weights.

“Need a spotter?” Someone says from above you as you bench press. You look up and notice Cameron’s upside down smiling face.

“Sure!” You say, despite normally working out alone.

20 minutes later you both are drenched in sweat and sitting on the floor laughing. Cam had showed you some new stuff you can do with body resistance and you had shown him better technique on free weights and leg exercises.

“Ok I neeeeed to beat my PR today on squat.” You say as you drag yourself up off the ground. “I’m motivated right now and it’s now or never.” You’re talking more to yourself than Cameron but he gets up too to help you load the weight.

“Ok be careful” he says, concerned, as you remove the bar+weights from their holders.

You don’t notice the Jacks walk in because you’re so focused on getting “ass to grass” as your old trainer called it and with a little – ok a lot – of effort you make it back up.

Cam helps you put the weights back up and then you shout, “YES OMG IVE BEEN TRYING TO PR FOR SO LONG.” And give him a huge hug. “Thank you so much for helping!”

He laughs and lifts you off the ground and spins you around.

The Jacks haven’t said anything but once you’re back on the ground they congratulate you and laugh that you can probably squat more than they can. Then Gilinsky comments quietly, “I never knew squatting could do a body so good.” His eyes were glued to your ass and you can’t help but blush and punch him in the arm, hoping he’s joking because you don’t need another corner to this love triangle (square) thing that’s beginning to form.

—- an hour later —-

You have showered and put on comfy clothes and knock on Cam’s door to ask if you guys can just chill in his room with whoever wants to watch movies. He thinks it’s a great idea.

You end up dibs-ing a seat on Cam’s bed and sit with your back against the headboard next to him as some of the other guys file in with popcorn and claim seats around the room.

Gilinsky walks right up to the bed and sits down right in front of you. You slap him on the back and laugh. “DOWN IN FRONT ASSHOLE.”

“Oh sorry I didn’t even see you there!” He says sarcastically with a wink. Then, your breath catches in your throat as he pushes your legs open. There was nothing to be worried about though because all he does is slide back so the back of his head is on your upper stomach and his shoulders and arms are around your legs. It’s a little weird considering usually the girl is in that position but you just decide to let it be.

Cam can’t help but feel jealous. He’s not pushy like the other guys. He prefers to get to know a girl, peel back her layers, figure out what makes her who she is before he makes a move. But obviously Gilinsky is seeing the same thing he was. And not to mention Nash. And for a good reason too. She’s beautiful but doesn’t flaunt it, has a good sense of humor, and has goals. It’s a triple threat. The movie begins and breaks him out of his thoughts.

20 minutes in, you feel Gilinsky’s thumbs start to work circles on your thighs. You tense up slightly but he doesn’t stop. After a while you relax because his thumbs haven’t moved from the spot they started in. PLUS I’m starting to get sore from my work out today and this is definitely helping, you try to justify to yourself as you notice Nash glance over at you.

Halfway through Iron Man your phone starts blowing up with notifications. 99% are from people you’ve never even heard of. You click on one and it takes you straight to Nash’s Instagram where the picture of you two on the beach is staring back at you. It’s the one the lady took right when Nash looked down at you and smiled, and the way you two are standing makes you look an awful lot like a couple.

Shit. All these notifications must be from his fan girls, you think, more than a little annoyed. It’s not like I’m his girlfriend? Leave me alone. Ugh.

But then you notice the caption.

“Every time I see you.”

It’s pretty vague and leaves a lot to be implied but lord knows what these fan girls can come up with, even with just five words. You watch your follower count grow and text Nash asking why he did it even though he’s sitting 10 feet away from you on the other bed acting like there’s nothing to be concerned about.

My phone won’t stop blowing up, people from home are texting me asking what the hell is going on and I don’t appreciate 13 year old girls calling me ugly one second and “Queen” the next. You should have warned me.

It’s not your choice what I post?

Ok but it affects me, you’re used to fame I’m not, I didn’t ask for this.

Ok I’m sorry but I’m not taking it down, it’s a good picture.



The conversation does little to ease your irritation as the movie ends and Cam walks you back to your room. He can sense something’s up and asks if you want to talk about it but you decline. When you say goodnight he pulls you in close and gives you a long hug. His chest feels so strong and his arms so gentle you could have fallen asleep right there, but you pull away not wanting to make things awkward, say goodnight one more time and step into your hotel room.

This week is such a fucking roller coaster ride, you think as you climb in bed. My brain is exhausted and I don’t know how much more I can take.