ugh i love these people sigh

I think there came a time when I fell in love with hurting. Like, a lot of people hate to be crying late at night, but I kinda love it.
—  🖤
Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 


“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

The Wedding Planner Masterlist

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Absolutely Anything

Summary: Y/N Stark lost her leg in a car accident as a teen. Her boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, helps her dad design a new prosthetic. To celebrate, they head to the beach, where some of Y/N’s insecurities resurface. Bucky decides to help Y/N beat her self-doubt by facing some of his own fears.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Reader

Warnings: mentions of a car accident, insecurities, an insane amount of teeth-rotting fluff

Word count: 2063

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt @fuckkoffcourtney !!! I hope I did it justice!

One Shot Masterlist

Bucky carefully guided you down the steps to your father’s lab with his hands covering your eyes. His heart was pounding in anticipation with each tap of your shoes on the metal staircase. When you both finally reached the bottom, Tony Stark was waiting bouncing with excitement.

“Okay, doll, open your eyes,” Bucky said, excitement filling his voice.

“Um, Bucky? You kinda need to take your hands off my face first,” you replied, cheekily.

“Oh, right!” Bucky fumbled. He removed his shaky hands and you found yourself staring at a metal leg.

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anonymous asked:

18 nurseydex

18.  “I think you’re beautiful.”

So I’m going to try to keep these short (try being the operative word–I’ve never been great at brevity when it comes to writing fic)

“Derek, have you seen my tie?” Will shouts out as he steps out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

“I thought you draped it over the baseboard?” Derek replies, his voice coming from one of the kids bedrooms–he can’t tell which.

“I did, but now it’s not there,” Will says, walking toward the sound of his voice, peeking into each room as he passes it.

Derek grunts.  “Walter, would you please–I just need to get this shirt on,” he says, sounding wholly exasperated.  But then again, a morning spent trying to wrangle four kids under the age of eight into appropriate clothes for a wedding–and then keeping them on–would do that to you.

Will steps into Walter and Greg’s shared room.  Greg is seven, and he’s sitting on his bed, glaring at Derek (Greg made his displeasure at being forced to attend very clear several days ago).  Walter is five, and currently only has underwear on as he tries to squirm away from Derek, who looks calm, but Will can see the strain in his eyes.

Will smiles, and takes pity on his husband.  “Derek, why don’t you go finish getting ready.  I’ll deal with this,” he says, placing a kiss on his cheek (which earns a snort of disgust from Greg).

“But you’re not finished getting ready,” Derek protests, stumbling slightly as Walter makes another attempt at escaping his arms.

Will raises an eyebrow.  “At least I’m in nice pants and a dress shirt.  You’re still wearing sweats.”


“Yeah, oh,” Will mimics teasingly.  “Not to say that you don’t look good even in sweatpants.  I think you’re beautiful no matter what you’re wearing.”

“Ugh, gross!  Daddy stop it!” Greg groans, flopping backward onto his bed.

“Your dad isn’t being gross, he’s being very sweet,” Derek says, leaning over and pecking Will on the lips.

“Why are you guys like this?” Greg complains.

“It’s what people who love each other do,” Will shrugs.  “You see it with your uncles all the time.”

“I’m never going to be like that,” Greg replies insistently.

“Give it time buddy,” Will says, chuckling to himself as he walks over to pat Greg’s head.

“Um–” Derek utters and Will turns around and sighs.  Walter has escaped his grip, and across the hall, he can see that Maria has managed to pull her dress most of the way over her head.

“I’ll get Walter, you handle Maria,” Will says.

“We’re going to be late,” Derek responds.

“I doubt Ransom and Holster are going to mind much,” Will says.  “In fact, they might even be late to their own wedding.  I’m sure Christian is giving them hell–you remember what two year olds are like.”

“Please don’t.  I’m trying to block that out of my memory.”

“I’m just saying they’ll understand,” Will says as they both step out into the hallway.  “At least now half of our kids we can trust to stay dressed while we chase the other half around.”

“Yeah, well, let’s try not to give Greg any ideas,” Derek replies, and they both laugh.

Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Eventual smut

PART 2-A: The One About The Night Before

A/N: Crap sorry it’s so late you guys, I was trying to edit as fast as I could I swear! But if there are typos my bad lmao Anyway I feel like this one is a bit short but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

P.S. Part 2-B should be out some time tomorrow.

(Part One)||(Part Two-B)

Originally posted by s-tttop

       I woke up with a jolt and a cold sweat, feeling like the entire room was still spinning; physically feeling like I got hit by an eighteen wheeler. I brushed some of the mess of hair from my face and through half lidded eyes I tried to look around the room to make sure I didn’t end up in some stranger’s place; thankfully for my dignity I wasn’t but unfortunately for my ego, I wasn’t.

      “Ugh what time is it?” I groaned reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Fumbling around the nightstand the only thing my hand was met with was the touch activated lamp that blinded me with a bombardment of light. “Argh no!” I threw my arm across my face. I frantically hurried to shut off the lamp that felt like it was emitting the rays from the sun. Only managing to open one eye I looked around for my phone and discovered it was strewn on the floor with a mess of clothes and shoes. I groaned again not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed, I outstretched my hand nearly falling off the bed and quickly nabbed my phone and hauling myself back into my previous position under the covers. Pressing the home button to my phone I again was greeted with a flash bomb of light and covered my face with my hand; slapping myself in the process. Still adjusting to the light I peeked through my fingers desperately looking to find the time. ‘2:00 p.m. fuck’ With my phone unlocked I went wide eyed, ‘Shit, shit, shiiiit’ I thought; I had 17 missed calls and 10 voicemails from Saige. Looking for some kind of answer I scrolled through her text messages that only seemed to get more and more aggressive the further I scrolled along.

      ‘Alex where the hell did you go?’ <received 1:44 am>

      ‘Itsf o k im with djsaho’ <sent 1:52 am>

      ‘Ok bitch you are waaaaaaay too fucked up, where are you?’ <received 1:52 am>

      ‘Urd th e bitc yo bcht’ <sent 1:55 am>

      ‘I’m being serious Alex, if the paparazzi or some douche bag from the internet get a picture of you like this we are royally screwed’ <received 1:55 am>

      ‘Dnt wrry Gbe okie’ <sent 1:56 am>

      ‘Dont do this to me McMahon, WHERE ARE YOU????’ <received 1:56 am>

      ‘Byiii cee yu ntx wek’ <sent 1:57 am>

      ‘Wtf do you mean see you next week???’ <received 1:57 am>

      ‘Alex?’ <received 1:59 am>

      ‘HELLO?!’ <received 2:01 am>


      ‘I swear to God when I see you I am going to kick your ass’ <received 2:06 am>



      ‘Ok somebody told me you went home with someone, for your sake I hope it was Jesus and not that DJ Saho or whatever’ <received 2:15 am>

      ‘Open the door! You know I can hear you and DJ what’s his face laughing!’ <received 2:30 am>

      ‘I don’t care that we are staying at the Palace Hotel Alexandra. I WILL break down this door if you don’t open up!’ <received 2:32 am>

      ‘OPEN THE DOOR’ <received 2:33 am>

      ‘No oo itd coolr ift yo u berki t don’ <sent 2:33 am>

      ‘I SWEAR TO GOD’ <received 2:34 am>

      ‘Fine see if I care when you end up on the cover of some Korean tabloid and Ji-Yong finds out you’re here’ <received 2:36>

      ‘wh att’ <sent 2:36>

      ‘Good night Alex :)))’ <received 2:37>

      Re-reading the last exchanges between us my heart felt like it started beating so fast that it was bound to burst right out of my chest any second. ‘Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck. How could I have been so stupid?!’  I thought to myself. Normally I’d say I don’t care but that is far from where I am mentally. Suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud knocking on my door. Still paranoid with the thought of J-him seeing me I climbed out of bed and approached the door carefully. The closer I got to the door the more anxious I became; that mixed with the killer hangover that hit me like a ton of bricks was quite possibly the worst combination of things that could happen at a time like this. The knocking started to feel like the noise was pounding against my skull, wanting to rid myself of this monstrous beating on my brain I opened the door without hesitation. Only to be met with the last person I would ever think would show up at my door.

      “Alex?” he raised an eyebrow.

      “Tim?” I reciprocated.

      “Jesus H–no offence but Saige wasn’t kidding when she said you might look like you crawled out of Hell this morning”

      I clenched my jaw “Just come in before anyone else has to endure my ugly” I slammed the door shut behind him causing myself to wince at what sounded like an explosion went off in my brain.

      Trailing behind him I watched him maneuver his way over the mess that was all over the floor; just clothes and shoes in different piles scattered in every square inch of the room.

      “Jeez, you didn’t want to clean up first?” he said finally making it to the bed.

      Too exhausted to argue I rolled my eyes and plopped back on the bed beside him.

      “Man, guess you had a good night last night?” he smiled leaning back on his elbows.

      “Ugh, if this is what this hangover from Hell is indicating…I wish I hadn’t” I covered my eyes with my arm “When did you get in by the way? I thought you were going to be in Japan until tomorrow? And not that I don’t love you but why are you here in the first place?”

      He chuckled “To answer your questions: I got in about three hours ago, I had a change of plans aaand Saige sent me on a recon mission”


      “She said and I quote ‘Dear God Tim would deal with her because I can’t take her after last night’ end quote” He chuckled again “Also seeing as two of my best friends just got here the night before and one of them was already causing trouble I decided that spending time with that girl in Japan was not really worth it…”

      I uncovered my eyes with a gasp “Oh my God, you are such a jerk–”

      “Relax” he put up his hand “whatever we had between us wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. I think she really just wanted to be with me so she could say she was with me. Seeing as who I hang out with nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder to figure out who wants to hang out with me for me and not for ‘Tim Drake, the DJ who so happens to be signed to Seungri’s music label so that must mean he is friends with BigBang’. I mean they’re not wrong, I am friends with them but still it the principle of the thing” he rolled his eyes.

      Merely looking at his face I could tell he was genuinely hurt, he was one of the nicest and most sincere people I have ever met and just knowing that my selfish wish somewhat came true made my heart hurt.

      “I mean I guess that’s what you get for being such a hot shot DJ with an attractive everything to match” I said trying to make light of the situation.

      “Shut up” he laughed “By the way, are you just gonna chill in your underwear the entire time or are you gonna put on a robe?”

      I looked down at my bra “Tim it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me in my underwear. I think we are past that point in our friendship”

      “I mean I don’t have a problem, I just don’t want you to think I’m being a perv” he said sincerely.

      “I would never” I jokingly gasped and placed a hand on his shoulder “Anyway, tell me about your new life here: How do you like it? How’s it been? Besides that girl, how is your love life here? You know all that good stuff” I rolled over on my side to face him.

      “Its been..good?”

      “That doesn’t sound too convincing Timmoth” I squinted my eyes at him.

      He let out a small laugh “No I’m serious! Everything’s been great so far, minus the whole ‘love life’ thing” he air quoted.

      “So does that mean you and Chaerin still haven’t talked?” I rested my head on my arm.

      “Yes, that means I still haven’t talked to Chaerin. Honestly I don’t think that’ll ever happen. I mean I invited her to my party so the only thing I can do now is wait and see if she decides to show up. But I’m not going to be completely heartbroken if she doesn’t, at this point I’m used to getting the short end of the stick with her” he sighed.

      “She’ll show I’m sure of it, if there is one thing that sticks with you after breaking up with your boyfriend no matter how long ago it was you always remember those tiny details about them. She, I’m sure, is no different”

      “Don’t even get my hopes up” he playfully pushed my shoulder “Alright enough about my lackluster love life, what about you huh? I’ve only heard about your rendezvous through what people tag me in on twitter”

      I rolled on to my back again staring up at the ceiling “Ugh. I’ll just say it’s slim pickins in LA. I seriously feel like I’ve about dated everyone in Hollywood at this point. I’m just so bored with everyone there, Saige suggested we move to Manhattan for a while to get a change of scenery and…men”

      He let out another small laugh “Orrr

      “Or what?” I turned my head to face him.

      “Or you could come move here and not only would have a complete change of scenery but you’d get to be with me and also an entire new buffet of men to choose from” he wiggled his eyebrows “Ya know” he cleared his throat “I happen to know one or two, single, billionaire musical geniuses that–”

      “Ha-ha very funny” I interjected “don’t even go there Tim”

      “Oh come on Alex!” he put a hand on my shoulder “You’re gonna see him this weekend anyway, why prolong the inevitable?!”

      I brushed his hand off my shoulder.

      “Okay, okay I take it you’re still mad at me about me not telling you that he was coming until you were on your flight over here, but what was I supposed to do? If i had told you earlier you would have either A) not come at all or B) run out of the airport and go AWOL again!” he scrunched up his eyebrows.

      I took and deep breath and looked away from him.

      “And I couldn’t just not invite him when all of the other guys were going to be there, that would have looked super shady on my part. Besides I know you two have your issues, that you still refuse to tell anyone why you guys broke up about in the first place, but he’s also a homie”

      I turned back to glare at him “Okay well then why don’t you marry him then if he such a good homie?”

      “Very mature” he stuck out his tongue “look you and I both know I love you more than anyone in the entire universe, but you also gotta understand he and I are still cool. He’s also one of the biggest musical influences here and I’d really rather not get on his shit list”

      “Are you just doing this because you want me to talk to him?” I raised an eyebrow “What about girl code? If I hate someone you hate them right back, you don’t just hang out with them like it’s nothing and twiddle your thumbs up each other’s asses!”

      “First off, ouch how dare you say I broke girl code ” he pretended to act hurt “And secondly, I didn’t just do this because I wanted you two to talk…well actually that’s partially it…but that’s not the point! What matters is that we all enjoy ourselves this weekend and celebrate not only my day of birth but also my first album finally dropping; all while making sure it is completely drama free for everyone involved” he smiled.

      I crossed my arms and let out a big sigh.

      “Besides, I think after last night you don’t need anymore drama to be broadcasted out for the world to see”

      I sat up quickly “W-what do you mean?”

      “Oh, you haven’t seen?” he sat up with a concerned look on his face “Well ummm…here let me show you”

      ‘Oh God, Saige was right why didn’t my drunk ass just listen to her?!’ I thought to myself. ‘Oh man she really is gonna kick my ass when she sees me…’

      Tim, taking out his phone pulled up some news article that held embarrassing pictures of my drunk self with some guy. Thankfully most all of them were grainy and the pictures were kind of dark, all except for one.

      “What.the.f–” I let out a blood curdling scream.

      “Hyung, don’t get me wrong I just don’t think this is a good idea” Seungri tried for the thousandth time to pull Young-Bae back by his arm.
      “I already told you, we at least have to make sure he’s alive” Young-Bae said undeterred by the maknae’s actions “What are you so afraid of?”
      “And I already told you, if Ji-Yong Hyung is even possible of being conscious he is going to be pissed that we woke him up just to see if he’s still living and have us maimed!” the younger man pulled on his Hyung’s shoulder.

      The older man simply smiled “Not me”

      “Oh must be nice being the golden star best friend! In case you haven’t noticed, Ji-Yong Hyung loves to show me gestures of his affection by inflicting nothing but pain on me and therefore gaining some kind of sick pleasure from hurting me!”

      The older man stopped in his tracks causing the maknae to slightly bump into him “Seungri we’ve all been friends for longer than ten years, don’t you think if he actually wanted you dead he would have done it by now?” he smiled and continued walking.

      Seungri stuck in the spot that he stood thought before he spoke “You know that’s not actually very reassuring!” he called after his Hyung.

      Young-Bae now at the end of the hallway shot Seungri another smile but this one evoking an eye smile along with it. The maknae picked up his pace and swifty jogged to the older man’s position. Both now staring down the door to Ji-Yong’s condo they both were thinking about the repercussions of actually waking the dragon. Young-Bae not wanting to take the first blow pushed the younger man in front of him.

      “Well go ahead, knock on the door” he gestured with his hand.

      Seungri dramatically pointed to himself “Me? You want me to knock on the door?”

      The older man nodded.

      “Hyung were you not listening to anything I was saying back there?” he stared at Young-bae incredulously “Wow. you all must really want me out of BigBang, well it was nice knowing you”

      “Yah” the older man smacked him behind the head “Don’t be so melodramatic and knock on the door would you? And besides we can’t afford to lose you. You’re too important”

      The younger man rubbed the back of his head “Wah. do you mean that Hyung?”

      “Yea if we lose you then who else are we going to pick on? Dae-Sung? Not on your life” he said with a smug smile on his face.

      The maknae looked to the heavens and closed his eyes, cursing at his Hyungs in his head; the only place he was safe to do so.

      “Yah!” another smack to the back of the head “Quit being a dick in your thoughts and knock on the damn door!”

      Seungri went wide eyed; guess he wasn’t so safe in his own mind after all. He shakily raised his fist in the air toward the ever menacing black door. What laid beyond that threshold could either be a nice Ji-Yong welcoming them into his home or the actual Ji-Yong who was going to rip Seungri a new one for waking him. The maknae took a deep breath before he gave three small knocks.

      “Hyung?” he whispered.

      Young-Bae side eyed him “What human being in your right mind is going to be able to hear that?” The older man grabbed a hold of the maknae’s fist and raised it to pound on the door.

      “No, Hyung wait!”

      With not even a full knock, the door swung wide open. As if it were some cartoon, the two stuck both their heads over the threshold and looked inside.

      “Hello?” they said in unison.

      The two stood up straight and began to walk over the threshold at the same time only to get halted by squashing into each other. The older man glared at the maknae and shoved his shoulder to get by. Seungri merely rubbed his shoulder and closed the door behind him. Looking around the living room gave no impression of anyone actually living there, everything was perfectly in its place making it look like it was some kind of eerie museum.
      “Ji-Yong-ah?” Young-Bae called out peeking into every doorway.
      Seungri having already accepted his fate decided to go rifle around his Hyung’s things in his living room; picking up a sculpture here, touching a nicknack there, leaving fingerprints on his vinyl records…whoops, breaking off a piece of said sculpture.
      “Yah” Young-Bae called out to him.
      The maknae quickly put down the abstract sculpture and shoved the broken piece behind some books on the bookshelf. He looked to his Hyung who was whispering ‘he’s in there’ and pointing to the door that was left ajar.
Again as if the two were in some Scooby-Doo cartoon, they carefully tiptoed into the sleeping man’s room. There sprawled out all over the bed, with half of the sheets and comforter dangling off the bed, was the sleeping form of their best friend. With his mouth parted and a slight trail of drool coming out of his mouth Ji-Yong let out a loud snore that startled the maknae causing him to step back onto a squeaky cat toy; Young-Bae slapped him on his shoulder.
      “Yah! Are you trying to to get us killed?!” he whispered loudly.
      “I thought you said you had nothing to worry about!” Seungri loudly whispered back.
      “I don’t! I’m just worried about you” the two of them continued their whisper argument only to be startled again.
      “Yah! If you two are done pretending like I can’t hear you, you can both kindly get the fuck out” Ji-Yong lifted his head up sleepily.
      “Sorry” the other two said in unison.
      “What do you even want at this hour?” he said plopping his head back into his sea of pillows and tangled bed sheets.
      “It’s three in the afternoon” they said again in unison.
      Ji-Yong dazedly lifted his head again looking toward his window “No it’s not there’s no sun”
      Walking to the window Young-Bae pulled the curtains back “that’s because you live like a vampire and have black out curtains “
      “Yah!” Ji-Yong struggled to bury himself under his sheets “What are you trying to kill me?!”
      “Ok enough” the dreaded man walked to his bedside “we dealt with your drunk ass last night, it’s all been fun and games but now it’s time to wake the fuck up” he pulled him by the only foot that was sticking out of the covers.
      Ji-Yong clawing at his bed like a cat protested.
      “Come on man just get up!”
      “Do we have a photoshoot?” he asked in a muffled voice with his face firmly planted onto the mattress.
      “Music video shoot?”
      “An interview?”


      “A record to write?”

      “No, Ji-Yong why–”
      “Then I have no good reason be even be conscious” he said taking his foot back “
      “Seriously man come on, Seungri and I–”
      “Seungri?” Ji-Yong quickly lifted his head and snapped it in in their direction.
      “Yea Seungri, who the hell else did you think I was arguing with?”
      “I don’t know Young-Bae, I’ve stopped questioning the voices”
      The other two glanced at each other raising an eyebrow.
      The dazed man rubbed his face with his hand “Ok I’ll bite, why the fuck are you here?”
      “Because you can’t keep living like this! I hardly get to see you when we’re not on tour or doing some kind of press junket or variety show, even then we pretend like everything is all ok when it’s not. All you do is drink yourself stupid, complain while you’re drunk, smoke so much that I swear one of these days you’re going to need an iron lung support or something!  It’s like the Kwon Ji-Yong I grew up with doesn’t even exist anymore!”
      Ji-Yong pursed his lips “Tsk. What are you my girlfriend all of a sudden? Get in line you’re not the only one who noticed. Any other complaints or can I just go back to sleep?”
      The dreaded man let out a heavy sigh “Pfft. yea right we’d all know where that would go real fast…” he said under his breath.
      “What was that?” he threw off the covers hopping off the bed and walking to square up to his best friend.
      Seungri, having been silent the entire time, noticed this was going to take a turn for the worse and intervened before any fists went flying.
      “Ji-Yong Hyung”
      He turned to glare at him.
      “Young-bae Hyung” he held up his hands between the two “Why don’t we just go to the kitchen and get some food and some coffee in you guys huh? We can eat a little, talk a little…not using harsh words…and just get rid of the bad energy from last night”
      The two older men glanced at each other “fine..” they said in unison and headed out toward the kitchen.
      “Hey Hyung” the maknae trailing behind the two spoke up again “Don’t you wanna maybe change out of your clothes from last night?”
      Ji-Yong stopped in his tracks to glare at him.
      Along the way Ji-Yong stopped to boot up his laptop that was sitting on the kitchen island then made a b-line for the coffee maker and his pack of cigarettes. Young-Bae simply leaned against the furthest wall and looked down at his feet, still fuming about his little spat with his best friend. Seungri, even in everyday situations, made his way into the kitchen last. He caught a glimpse of his Hyung’s laptop screen and immediately stopped mid-step.
      Ji-Yong raised an eyebrow “what did some porn pop up or something?” he asked lighting his cigarette
      “N-no. just a picture of” he cleared his throat “Kim Tae-Hee popped up” he gave a weak smile.

      The older man gave him a questioning look “Ahh ok?” and turned to ash his cigarette in the ashtray before him. His fingers slightly trembling from the actions of the previous night caused him to accidentally drop his cigarette into the sink.
      “Aish!” he hollered as he threw his now soggy cigarette into the bin and turned away from the other two to light another one.
      The maknae, wide eyed, looked to his other Hyung as a plea for help. Trying to subtly beg the dreaded man with his eyes that he needed him to distract Ji-Yong while he closes out of the webpage on the laptop’s screen; needless to say his actions were lost in translation. Young-Bae not understanding what the younger man was trying to tell him raised an eyebrow and mouthed ‘what?’, Seungri balled his fists in silent frustration and turned the screen toward his oblivious Hyung and emphatically pointed to the news article that blatantly held pictures of ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ in the arms of a man that wasn’t Ji-Yong and at the same exact club they were at the night before no less! Young-Bae went wide eyed and quickly dashed in the direction of the unsuspecting man before he could turn back around; he put his arm around his shoulder. Ji-Yong feeling suspicious about his two friend’s actions wasn’t sure what to think; truthfully he didn’t want to think at all he’d much rather be back in bed ignoring everyone.
      The maknae glanced as his two Hyungs talked it out and as Young-Bae took it upon himself to have a death grip on Ji-Yong’s shoulder forcing him to look out the window as he poetically described the meaning of their friendship to him. Seungri acting quickly turned the laptop back toward him and carefully closed the article but not before looking at all the pictures and reading the headline. ‘Alexandra McMahon Out Partying in Seoul With Mystery Man: Keep reading for pictures below’. Oh shit he was really going to be in trouble now.

Unpopular Camp Camp opinion.

Daniel sucks. Don’t get me wrong, Daniel as a villain works really well, but before Daniel, the Camp Camp fandom was ok, but then Camp Cult happened and the fandom became so edgy and dark. Like, Daniel is a fucking cultist, and mass children murderer! can you see the problem about liking him in a sexual level? Like, all this won’t be an issue if people goes by the “love to hate him”, i mean, there are a lot of villains i love to hate. But with Daniel there are people who praise him like he’s the main character in Camp Camp, people who say Daniel did nothing wrong… like why? Ugh, it’s like people in Tumblr like trash (the Onceler effect all over again). i mean just today i saw somebody posting a lot of stuff about Daniel but admiting they don’t watch Camp Camp ‘cause he was just in one episode…

i still love Camp Camp a lot, but it’s so hard to look for good stuff without being obligued to see the Daniel Fandom…

Well, that, and the Maxvid shippers… *sigh* i miss how good and nice this fandom was in season one…

anonymous asked:

You went through my stuff and found the ring I was going to use to propose and how dare you go through my personal stuff that’s so rude and invasive but more importantly will you marry me? (Whamilton)

“He’s hiding something. He’s probably cheating on me. Oh no. Betsey, what if he’s cheating on me? George wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? I mean, not to say anything for myself exactly, but it’s George - he wouldn’t do that. But it can happen to anyone I guess, I mean, he hasn’t look at me in a week. Every time I try to do anything he just skitters away. Something’s wrong.” 

Alex walked into the bedroom he shared with George and stood in front of George’s dresser, staring it down. The top was clear except for the box George kept his watches in. He put his phone on speaker and set it down. Eliza’s voice filled the room. “Alex, George isn’t cheating on you.”

He kneeled down and opened the bottom drawer. “But you don’t know that.”

“I don’t need to know that, it’s George. And let’s say he was, trust me when I say you’d near damn well have an army rise up to defend your pathetic ass.”

“But it’s George.” Alex riffled through the sweatpants and old t-shirts, looking for something - anything - out of the ordinary. “Everyone loves him.”

Eliza sighed. “You’re not wrong, but people don’t love him enough to forgive him breaking your heart. Even Laf would rise up like an angry cat defending its babies.” 

“Ugh.” He slammed the drawer shut. “It’s going to bother me until I know.”

“Alex, are you snooping? Oh god, please stop whatever you’re doing.”

He opened the next drawer up, looking between the neatly folded undershirts. “How else am I supposed to know though? He’d hide it, wouldn’t he? I have to look where he wouldn’t think I’d look.”

“Oh dear lord, you’re serious. You could, oh, I don’t know, ask him.”

Alex snorted. “Oh, yes, ‘Hey George, you haven’t looked me in the eye for like a week, so I gotta know, who are you cheating on me with?’ That’d go over well.”

“George can’t lie to save his life.”

He slammed the drawer shut and opened the next one. “That’s not true.” He pushed the fabric around, looking for underwear he didn’t recognize or some hint of lace, frustration and relief both building him when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. “There’s nothing here, what the fuck?”

Eliza’s sigh was loud, on purpose no doubt. “Alex, that’s because there’s nothing to be found, like I’ve been saying this entire time. I don’t know what else you expected. Do you want him to be cheating on you?”

“Well, no.” He stood up and opened the top drawer with a huff. “It’s just, there’s gotta be something, right?”

“Just because you’re a terrible human being you can’t not ruin a relationship doesn’t mean everyone is.”

“That’s fair.” His stuck his hand in the mess that was George’s sock drawer and rifled around. “Ha! I found something!” He grabbed the tiny box shoved in the corner. “Oh.”

“What did you find?”

He opened the box to find a simple golden band, a small diamond inset into it. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god!” Eliza’s voice was louder and higher pitched. “That’s it! He must be nervous! That’s why he’s been acting weird, Alex, he’s been waiting to propose!”

Behind him Alex heard a familiar chuckle and voice say, “she’s right.”

“Ahrg.” he dropped the box and turned around, hand to his chest. “You started me.”

George walked forward and wrapped Alex in a hug. “I can’t believe you were going through my drawers. Is this a normal thing?”

He shook his head against George’s chest. “No.” 

“Good.” George pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Now, I could give talk to you about how it is not appropriate to go through my things as it’s an invasion of privacy, but for now, I have a much more important question.”


The arms disappeared from around him and George dropped onto one knee, grabbing the ring from where Alex had dropped it. “Will you marry me?”

The smile stretching across his face made his cheeks ache. “Of course.”

The ring was a perfect fit.

Eliza’s voice came from the dresser. “I’m hanging up now. Congatulations! Go have engaged people sex! Have fun! Use protection!”

Alex looked down at George. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”

George stood up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s fine, love.” George closed the space between them. “How about we do as Eliza says?”

“As if I’d want to do anything else.”

The Right Decision

Pairings: Matt Murdock X Reader 
Steve Rogers X Reader (Mentioned)
Warnings: Cursing, I guess
Notes: Hey! Hope you all enjoy it. This is based off of a conversation I had last night with @full-of-sins-not-tragedies so enjoy!

The night was cold. I wore a long sleeved button up, my collar flipped down over my hoodie. I took my phone out of my pocket to check the time, but I was so nervous that I just glanced at my phone and clicked it off. I walked down the streets of Brooklyn to a small apartment complex alongside a small coffee shop that was closing up for the night. I took out my phone again to actually check the time, and it was 9:28. The shop closed up at 9:45. I walked over to the small establishment to order two hot chocolates. The cashier was nice, and I told her to keep the change off of my ten dollar bill. She was grateful.
I walked back down to the apartment complex and opened the door, to which I was welcomed by three flights of stairs. I walked up two of the flights of stairs after closing the door behind me and rang a buzzer when I was there. I was then greeted by a groggy looking Clint. His eyes were squinting due to the light in the hallway, and his hair was tossled.
“Falling asleep already, Barton?”
“Shut up. Was watchin’ cartoons.”
I extended my arm with the cocoa, and he gladly accepted.
“So, why do you come bearing gifts?” He asked as he waited for his drink to cool down. He clicked the mute button on his remote control and silence fell over the room.
“I need advice,” I replied, looking him in the eye. He looked at me expectantly.
“I- uhm… oh God, how do I put this? Uh, oh jeez…” I stammered.
“Spit it out, woman.” He said, and burned his tongue, as the impatient bastard he is.
“I, uh… I don’t think I love Steve anymore…” I said, and Clint choked on his hot chocolate. He was silent for a while. So was I.
“I think I’m in love with someone else…” I murmured.
“Well? Don’t leave me hanging!” He exlaimed, placing his coffee down on the table in front of him, his cartoons silently playing in front of us.
“Is it… is it Matt?”
“I-… I think I’m in love with Matt…”
Another silence fell across the room.
“I’ve been, like, daydreaming about him lately, and… and I’ve been thinking… that, I think I’d be happier with Matt than with Steve…” I babbled out. 
He inhaled sharply.
“You can have two people, right?”
I smiled a small smile and rolled my eyes half-heartedly at him.
“Like, choose one and secretly love the other?” He asked. I smiled softly at my feet, “Even if I do that, who do I choose?”
He sighed.
“I don’t love Steve as much as I did before…”
He looked at me.
“I think…” I said, my sentence half finished.
“I think?!” He repeated, waiting for my answer.
“I think Matt overthrew Steve like ancient Chinese dynasty rulers.”
Clint let out a hearty laugh and sipped his drink.
“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Matt. I think you need to pop in one of those old Captain America movies.”
My heart… did something, as I was about to say what I was going to say.
“I love Matt constantly. But every time I look at Steve and his smile and hear him talk and how nice he is I fall in love all over again.”
“THEN pop in a Captain America movie, sit your ass on my couch, and let’s watch it.” He said, went over to his TV, and browsed the bottom part of his TV stand, which held old movies, cartoons, and aparently, Captain America movies. I got up behind him.
“Clint, Clint stop, hold on, just… just wait. I don’t think watching a movie is going to… to do anything anymore… and why do you have Captain America movies?”
“Uhm…” He replied, searching for an excuse.
“You know what, nevermind.” I said, and plopped down on the couch.
“Figure your shit out, woman.” He said playfully.
“I think… I think I know what I’m gonna do.”
“Stop thinking!” He exclaimed.
“I’m gonna break up with Steve.” “No…” I hesitated, “I KNOW that’s what I’m gonna do.” I declared.
“I’m gonna make myself happy for once.” I finished, sipping my drink.
“Which means? Asked Clint. 
“Fuck them both and date Tony?” He suggested, and we both laughed.
“ ‘If you find yourself between two people,’ I used to say, ‘always choose the second one, because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen in love again.’ ” I quoted, and sighed. 
“Oh my god!” I shouted.
“What?” Clint asked, looking around, confused.
“I’m in a freakin’ love triangle! I fucking hate those!”
“Ugh!” He groaned. I hated love triangles. They always seemed so pointless, and choice had always seemed so obvious in books and movies and fanfictions. But this wasn’t any of those. This was real life. Yet, the choice still seemed obvious.
“I’m gonna… fuck.” I cut myself off, mid sentence after I realised something.
“Yeah, me too.” Said Clint, and I rolled my eyes. 
“No,” I started, “ I… what if…”
“Oh my god stop thinking!” He repeated.
“What if… Matt doesn’t like me back?” I asked, looking at Clint.
“Nope, nope, noping the fuck out of this situation.” Said Clint, and took both of our empty cups to throw them away.
“Clint!” I called after him, twisting my neck to look back at him. He threw out the cups and rummaged through his cabinets. Same old Clint I’ve ever known.
“I don’t know, Clint. It’s just… whenever I was with Steve, something… didn’t feel right. Like something was missing. I don’t feel that with Matt. I don’t know, Clint. My feelings are conflicting. Is that love? Have I not been in love with Steve this whole time? Welp, guess it’s time to play some Foreigner.”
Clint laughed from the kitchen as I heard the microwave beep.
He came bac over to me with a cup of ramen noodles. He held out his fork, and I politely declined.
“Maybe I’ll have a chance with Matt…”
I said. Clint said nothing in reply. I looked over at him and he was trying to use his tongue to get the noodles out of the cup, a perfectly functional fork in his right hand.
“Shit. I have to break up with Steve first. That’s like, a thing I have to do.”
“Okay, think first,” Clint started. And I kind of blew up on him.
“You just told me to stop fucking thinking!” I shouted, playfully at first.
“I stopped thinking! I stopped fucking thinking! And my heart chose Matt over Steve!” I declared, more to myself than anyone else.
“Well start fucking thinking!” He yelled back.
He sighed.
“Leave me to pick up the pieces…” He said.
“Alright. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go break up with Steve. Thank you, Clint. I appreciate this.”
“Appreciate what?” He asked.
“Appreciate letting me into your apartment to rant about my crisis problems.”
“It’s no problem.” He reassured. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same.
“I know you would do the same for me, (Y/N). Now go, go break up with your current boyfriend to get together with your future boyfriend.” He smiled, and so did I, “Thanks again, Barton.” 
“No problem, (Y/L/N)”
The breakup with Steve went pretty smooth, but felt worse than 50 lashes with a cat-o’-nines tail. He understood completely, and kissed my cheek before I left, which made me question if I was making the right decision or not. I’m not gonna lie, I shed a few tears on the way back home. As soon as I got back to my room in my apartment, I toppled onto my bed, shedding my shoes, socks, and pants to climb into the patched colors of grey, black, and off-white. I closed my eyes, hoping that I’ve made the right decision.
I opened my eyes the next morning and laid there for a while. I stared at the chipped paint on my off-white wall before pulling myself away in search of food. I pulled myself out of bed, and immediately remembered a whole bunch of things at once. 1) I broke up with Steve the night before, 2) I’m supposed to be going over to ask out Matt, And 3) It was fucking Valentine’s day today. Oh god. My muscles were sore for no reason, and I stretched to try and relieve some of the pain, which worked, but not completely. I walked over to my white dresser and pulled out a nice white button down and a pair of khakis. I reflected on my life for a moment while I asked myself, “Were these the best pair of clothes I own?” I rolled my eyes as I refused to answer my question and put on my clothes. I ran the only brush I owned through my hair a few times before deeming myself looking slightly decent. I dabbed some perfume on my wrists and neck before grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet, to walk out the door. I realized as my stomach growled that I hadn’t had breakfast, and figured I could just pick up something on the way there. I checked my watch which read 9:32, and made my way to Dunkin Dounuts and the supermarket.
I got to Matt’s apartment at around 10:11 AM. I had stopped by the drive through at DD’s to grab an egg, bacon, cheese croissant, before making my way down to the supermarket to grab something for him. I picked up a balloon with a tiny stuffed red and white monkey on it. I blushed furiously as I realized what I was doing. God, I’m such a fucking cheeseball, I thought to myself.
I pulled myself out of my car after staring at his apartment window, debating whether or not this was a good idea. No, I said to myself, this is the right idea, you broke up with Steve for this, I said to myself. I felt a pang of guilt and hurt at the reminder but went up to the door of his apartment building.
I pulled myself up the stairs of his complex before coming to his door. I sighed, and let my head fall on his door with a slam. With the balloon/sruffed animal thing in hand, I went to knock, but pulled away. It didn’t matter anyways, because Matt beat me to it and opened the door. His hair was ruffled and messy and it took everything in my power to not run my hands through it to fix it. 
“Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?” He said, smiling. As soon as he smiled, I knew I had made the right choice. I wanted to be with Matt. I wanted to be the cause of that smile. I wanted t wake up next to him. I wanted to run my hands through his messy hair. I wanted to-
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)! Its the Mothership calling!” He inturrupted, and I smiled. 
“Hey Matt.” I said, and loved the way his name felt on my lips. I was tempted to say it again, but he invited me into his apartment. I walked in and he closed the door, following behind me. I sat down on his couch as I looked at him. He wore a simple black shirt and sweatpants, and here I was in the best clothes I owned. Jesus Christ…
He walked over to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice. His hands ran over the cabinet handles, counting them, before he reached one towards the middle, pulled it open, and reached for a cup. He poured some into one and offered me some silently. I shook my head no. He still looked at me.
“Oh! Right, sorry Matt, nah, I’m good.”
He smiled before putting away the juice and coming to sit down next to me. I looked at his eyes and the way the light bounced off of them, giving them a sunlight-through-whiskey color. I shook my head to remember what I was doing. Right. Asking him out. Right. 
I held out my balloon, “Happy Valentine’s day.” I said, and he looked surprised. 
“Oh yeah,” he said, “it is valentine’s day.” I grabbed his hand and he gave a puzzled look before I guided it to the string and the plush toy. He gave another gorgeous smile.
“Aw, thank you, (Y/N),” he looked disappointed. “I didn’t get anything for you, if I would’ve known you were coming over today I would’ve-” He said, but I cut him off.
“I know, Matt. It’s fine” I said sincerely, smiling at him. I watched as he fiddled with the plushie, running his hands over the ears and the soft fur.
“Made sure it wasn’t cotton.” I murmured. 
“ ‘know you don’t like cotton.” I said.
He smiled again, then frowned. 
“Thank you. But shouldn’t you be spending valentine’s day with Steve, and not me?” He asked. Welp, here goes nothing. I sighed. I let my head rest on the back of his couch.
“I broke up with Steve.” I said, and sighed again, before putting my hands behind my head. I felt a dip in the couch as Matt sat on the one I was sitting on.
“Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry. What happened? If, you don’t mind, of course.” He said. God, he was so polite and cute.
“I dunno,” I started, “I guess it just, wasn’t working out. I didn’t feel right with him. I don’t know if I ever felt right with him. Steve is a great guy, but… I don’t know… not for me, I guess.” I explained, and I felt the plush of the toy on my shoulder. Matt made a funny voice and said, “Aw, well, Mr. Snuffles is gonna make it all better.” And I felt the plush nuzzle my skin. I laughed. Then he laughed. 
“Thanks, Matt,” I said, “but I didn’t come here for Mr. Snuggles or whatever-”
“Snuffles,” he corrected, smiling.
“Same thing,” I said, chuckling, “I uh, I broke up with Steve because I found someone else.” My tone became serious.
The look on his face dropped. “Oh.” He said.
“I uh, I came here because, uhm, I uh, I though I could be happier with you.” I felt my heart leap at he words. And then it dropped when Matt didn’t say anything for a bit. Oh no. Oh no oh no. Did I make the right decision? He doesn’t like me. Oh no, I fucked up. I fucked up our friendship and everything we had and fucking hell I’m an idiot. He smiled softly. Then chuckled.
“God, you have no idea how awesome you’ve just made my day.” He said.
I looked over at him expectantly.
“Hm?” I asked. He leaned over, and pressed a kiss to my lips. His lips were soft and warm and felt so fucking right. I knew then, well, I guess I had always known, that I made the right decision. The stuffed animal fell the the floor along with the balloon tied to it, and I pulled away from the kiss, burying my head into his warm shoulder. “I made the right decision, Matt. I knew it the moment you opened that door.” I said, my words muffled by his shirt.
“Well, you know what they say.” He said, resting his head on mine.
“What? What do they say?” I teased.
“Love is an open door.” He said, and I felt his smile grow wider.
“Oh my god, Matthew Murdock.” I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. I gave in to my urge and ran my fingers through his artfully messy hair. I had made the right decision. I knew it the moment I stepped through that door.

I need more domestic pjo ot3s

I need more solangelace where Will spends like 15+ minutes in the morning trying to talk Nico into a chb t-shirt only to have Jason slip a cj hoodie over his head and shoo them all out the door to breakfast and Nico cuddles into it when he thinks no one’s looking

I need more pipeynabeth collapsed on the couch after a long day just cuddling and holding each other and comparing their days and complaining because sometimes they just need others to share their “ugh, people” sentiment but after they’re done complaining they always make dinner together and watch an episode of their latest obsession

I need more jason/piper/nico where Piper helps Nico come into his own and be comfortable with himself and they’re prank masters and Jason spends half the time just sighing in exasperation at their antics but he loves them so it’s okay and they always make it up to him with little gestures

I need more little big 3some lighthearted “anything you can do I can do better” antics with Nico mostly just going along with it because the other two live and breathe competition but he lights up whenever a challenge interests him so Percy and Jason try to find challenges he likes and just pause a moment in self satisfaction like “yes this is good” whenever Nico’s eyes light up in challenge

I need more frazeleo just sitting around talking for hours playing board games or doing their own separate little projects while lapsing between conversation and comfortable silence, just enjoying and soaking up each others’ presence

I need more percy/nico/annabeth going through boxes of trivial pursuit cards or swapping stories whenever they have downtime and watching disney movies while they eat dinner and cuddling together after one of them has a nightmare like “we’re here, you’re okay, we’ll get through this together”

Spiritassassin headcanon that every time someone insults Baze, Chirrut appears yelling, “Fight me!” And, like, look, it’s Baze Malbus so it’s less people insulting him and more just people being so fed up with how perfect he is so they’re like sitting in the courtyard being all, “And then there’s Baze Malbus at it again. Perfect handwriting. Perfect answer. Just, ugh, perfect.” And then there’s Chirrut wheeling around the corner, robes flapping, screaming, “FIGHT ME!” And the other initiates are just looking at him like he’s lost his goddamn mind because, what.

It eventually gets to the point where Chirrut just shows up shouting, “Fight me!” whenever someone other than him says Baze’s name. Which gets rather annoying when Baze is introducing himself to new people. 

“Hello. I’m Baze…”


*long suffering sigh*

Eventually Baze just gives up, takes Chirrut everywhere, allows Chirrut to introduce him, only hears his name in Chirrut’s mouth, which he turns it into “I love you” every single time because Chirrut. 

{{Coldflash fic: Barry Allen and Leonard Snart are fighting the newest meta, who has the ability to force someone to tell the truth. Through this the Flash is forced to admit the feelings he’s been harboring for Captain Cold. (It’s been a LONG time since I’ve written a fic now, so this is far from great, I just need to get the gears going.)}}

“Just remember, don’t let her touch you.” Cisco warned, and Barry nodded. He turned to look at Snart, who was holding his cold gun close to his chest, a brief look of fear flashing over his features. This Meta, Lie Detector, as Cisco called her, forced you to tell the truth. One touch, skin to skin, and suddenly you would be spouting the truth to whatever question she asked. It made for some low-level crimes, asking Social Security Numbers and ATM codes, but she was causing enough trouble now that the Flash and Captain Cold had to intervene. Barry imagined the latter had secrets he would prefer to keep hidden, and Barry certainly didn’t need to be shouting his real identity to the world.

Lie Detector was in the center of park, looking just as everyone else did– Hair in a bun, thick-rimmed glasses, sundress. She looked relatively innocent with her big doe eyes and slightly-crooked smile, which was made it so easy for her to bump into a man, apologize, and then ask him for his bank account information. “Hey!” Barry shouted, hands on hips as he and Snart entered into view. 

“If you’re going to steal someone’s identity, you might try someone a bit older. Someone with a 401K, dead spouse that stills gets social security, less able to operate technology. Makes it easier,” Snart drawled, and Barry cast him a sidelong glance. “What?”

“Don’t give her tips!” He shouted, to which Snart shrugged, and by the time the two turned back to face Lie Detector she was on the run. It was easy enough for the Flash to chase her down, as he expected it to be. She wasn’t a murdering, evil meta, but she ruined peoples lives in plenty of other ways.

As Snart caught up to them Barry pinned her arms behind her back, careful to avoid touching her skin, and grateful for his full-body suit. Even Snart had dressed for the occasion, wearing his heavy parka despite the hot sun, with his dark glasses and thick gloves. He looked like the villain he had been so long ago now, and it brought a bemused smile to Barry’s face.

“Flash!” Even he wasn’t quick enough to react. Lie Detector had spun in his grasp, planting her lips against his check. Skin to skin contact. Barry jumped away from her, and Snart immediately jumped into action, cuffing the meta’s hands behind her back with ferocity.

“Ouch! Be careful, would you? It’s not like I’m a murderer.” Lie Detector spat, struggling in Snart’s grasp.

“People have gone to prison for a lot less than what you’ve done,” Barry quipped.

“Like you’re father?” She sneered, letting out a squeak of pain as Snart tugged at her cuffs. “I know who you are, Barry Allen. And no, I have no interest in outing you to Central City. Yet.” She grinned, and felt Snart tug on her restraints once again. “Would you stop that? I just want to have a little fun.

“So, just because I’m curious, why is the Flash suddenly in cahoots with Captain Cold?”

“Cahoots makes it sound nefarious. We’re just working together to fight people like you, because he’s a decent fighter and an excellent strategist.” 

Snart smiled faintly at the compliment, though it was hard to see in the shadow of his hood. “Ugh, boring,” Lie Detector sighed. “What do you really think about Captain Cold–” Her voice became muffled as Snart placed a gloved hand over it, not wanting her to finish the question because he wasn’t sure he would like the answer. But it was already out there, in the open, and Snart could see Barry struggling to not answer.

“I think I’m in love with him.” He finally spat-out, unable to stop himself. Snart felt his cheeks heat as his hand dropped away from Lie Detector, who simply laughed and said something he didn’t quite hear. Barry was as red as his suit, and he scrambled to his feet quickly, looking at Snart in a horrified manner before flashing away faster than Snart ever remembered seeing.

“Well that wasn’t quite what I was expecting–”

“Shut. Up!” Snart shouted, refocusing on Lie Detector and dragging her away to STAR Labs without conscious thought that he was moving.

Barry was nowhere to be seen, even long after Lie Detector was in her cell trying to flirt her way out via Cisco. Snart was draped over a chair in the room with the Flash suit, which was also still missing. “So, do you want to talk about what happened?” Caitlin’s voice drifted in from the entryway. 

“No,” Snart said, a bit more harshly than he had intended.

“Alright, fine, be broody.” Her voice took on a sharper edge. “But, you know, you could do a lot worse than Barry-”

“Yes, I know. But he couldn’t do worse than me.” Snart jumped from his seat, throwing the chair to the ground. “You want to talk about it? I’m- I’m excited that Barry might actually reciprocate what I feel for him. Delighted, even. But I don’t deserve it, don’t you get that? Doesn’t he? I don’t deserve him.” 

“Leonard–” Her voice was much softer as she approached him.

“Don’t, don’t do that! Don’t act like this whole ridiculous thing might be possible. Why would you, of all people? I almost killed you once–”

“Leonard, stop.” And he did, his eyes looked wild and tired, but he stopped shouting and stood still. “He went to his old home, from when his parents were still alive.” She placed a hand on his arm, he had since lost the parka and her pale hand was shockingly cold against his skin. She smiled softly up at him, and then she stepped back out into the hallway.

A minute later Snart was on his motorcycle, speeding towards the old Allen house.

Barry was sitting on the porch, head in his hands. He looked up at the sound of the motorcycle, but didn’t retreat. His cowl was pulled off of his head and his eyes looked tired. He offered a small, embarrassed smile but said nothing. Snart sat next to him on the stoop, both starring into the distance. 

“You know, I’m glad I wasn’t you today.” Snart said after a bit.

“Gee, thanks.”

“No, I mean, if she had asked me what I thought of you… Would have ruined my tough guy facade. Can’t have that happening.” Barry snorted and smiled, feeling himself relax.

“What do you think of me, Len?”

“That you’re a bit too hyper and over-the-top excited about life,” Barry rolled his eyes, balancing his head in his hands. “But also that you’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met. You spend your whole life helping people, and even though an over-priced coffee of the same name is basically all you have to show for it, you don’t stop. It’s admirable.”

“You’ll be getting an iced coffee soon, I’m sure.” Barry smiled, and Snart did as well. His real smile, the one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and his eyes shine, the smile that Barry felt himself falling in love with. “A Captain Cold Cappuccino.” 

“I also would have admitted that I… that I am in love with you. And that I think I have been since the first time you told me I wasn’t worthless. And not because of what you saw in me, but because of what I saw in you. This light that was so pure you thought that even I, a murderer, a thief, a villain, could do anything other than evil.”

He felt Barry turn to face him. “I’m glad you finally realized I was right.”

“Are you really going to say I told you so after I admitted I’m in love with you?” Snart smirked, feeling his heart speed as Barry moved closer to him.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? The Flash and Captain Cold?”

“Absolutely insane.” Snart agreed, then felt Barry’s lips against his, light and tentative at first, but quickly becoming consumed in passion. Barry placed his hands on the back of Snart’s neck, and Snart wove a hand through Barry’s hair, using the other to keep them propped-up so they didn’t fall to their back’s on the houses’ porch.

What a sight they must be, Snart thought. The Flash and Captain Cold tangled up in each other, lips crashing against each other as they allowed themselves, for once, to be taken over by what they wanted.

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Veronica x Reader

A/N: just wanna say i honestly love veronica so much omg. thanks for the request- and the compliment! ❤️ hopefully i captured what you wanted. i have a few prompt requests lined up after this, so that’s what i’ll be working on next. btw- “Roman Holiday” is an old Audrey Hepburn movie, in case you didn’t know lol

Requested by: @beronica-the-ultimate-ship
“Can you do Veronica x reader imagines? Anything with the reader being whipped and lots of fluff, thank you xx i love your work btw!”

Word Count: 760


“So I’m thinking… mani-pedi’s today after school today?” my girlfriend Veronica suggests to me, stopping beside me at my locker.

I sigh. “Ugh, but you know how much I hate people touching my feet,” I whine, closing my locker.

“Yes, but… please?” She gives me that adorable smile of hers that makes my heart flutter every time I see it. She knows I’d never say no to spending time with her; it doesn’t matter what we’re doing.

I roll my eyes and concede. “I guess,” I groan.

“Yay!” she squeals. “Can’t wait,” she tells me, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before she struts down the hallway, leaving me shaking my head with a wide grin plastered to my face.


Later that afternoon, after we’ve gotten our matching manicures, we head back to her place to watch movies and finish all the homework we have from school. “What are we watching?” I call from the kitchen.

“I was thinking…” Veronica says, walking into the room, “Roman Holiday?”

I laugh. “Again?” I question her. “You know we watched it twice last week, right?”

“But it’s one of my favorites,” she whines, walking over to me and slipping her arms around my waist. “Please?” One look at those puppy-dog eyes and I’m a goner.

“Fine,” I laugh. “We can watch it again.”

“Thank you!” she squeals, smiling as she presses a kiss to my lips. All I can do is smile as she dances over to the TV and puts in the disc.


Once the movie starts, I begin working on my homework. That doesn’t last very long, though. It only takes about twenty minutes before I hear her voice call out, “Y/N?”

Slowly, I turn to face her. “Yes?”

She has a sly little smile on her face. “Will you play with my hair?”

A tiny laugh escapes my lips. “As soon as I’m done with my work,” I tell her.

She frowns. “Please?” she whines.

“Just give me a few more minutes,” I say with a smile. “I’m almost done.”

“I thought you loved me,” she jokes, sticking out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.

All I can do is roll my eyes and laugh. “You know I do,” I respond, trying to refocus on my work.

She walks over and plops down onto the couch next to me. “Pretty please?” she presses. “With a cherry on top?”

Again, I find myself laughing, but this time I’m also moving all of my books off my lap and onto the table. “Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!” she breathes out, repositioning herself so that that she’s laying down, her head on my lap and her legs stretched across the rest of the couch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I tell her with a smile.

She looks up at me with those enchanting eyes of hers, smiles at me and says, “I know.”

We sit there like that until the movie is over. Or rather, until Veronica falls asleep on my lap. Her eyes fluttered closed about halfway through, and her breathing became slow and even. Frankly, I think I spent more time looking at her than I did watching the movie.

I want to memorize her features; the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheekbones. The silky texture of her hair beneath my fingers. The softness of her skin as I cup her cheek. The arch of her upper lip; the peaceful look on her face while she sleeps, like everything’s right in the world.

I don’t bother waking her up when the movie ends. I just click the power button on the remote, turning off the TV, and lean back into the couch, my fingers still running through her hair. I close my eyes, and listen to the soft sounds of her breathing. “I love you,” I whisper, before drifting off into an easy, peaceful sleep, with the most beautiful girl in the world cuddled up on my lap.

Title: Trust

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Author’s Note:  Request was for a “steamy” drabble for Glendening. Went a bit further than steamy. Hopefully it was alright? Burakovsky, Lindholm, Kronwall, and Malkin are upcoming up for the rest of the week. Also a bonus Auston Matthews story on Saturday as an early Easter present.

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You rolled your eyes, watching as the girls closed in around him, taking selfies and giggling. You slipped into the passenger’s seat, glaring out the tinted windshield as Luke signed a final phone case before carefully extracting himself from the horde of girls. He opened the driver’s door, carefully closing it behind him. He glanced over at you, his eyes locking with your glowering stare.

“Babe, I just signed their things and took a few photos.” he said carefully, reaching his hand over the center console and resting it on your knee.

“I know Luke, I’m not pissed at you; I’m pissed at them.” you barked, still watching them as they scrolled through their phones, probably posting their pictures on Instagram. “It’s not even like they’re teenagers, god knows I would have acted the same way at that age, but fuck. These are grown women. They watched us walk out of the arena together; they watched us walking to the same car and they still crawl all over you.” you said angrily.

“You know there’s no reason to get upset by this.” he reasoned. “I know it sucks, but it’s happened before; and it’ll happen again.”

“It’s just such a slap in the face to me, and they don’t care. The pictures don’t bother me; it’s when they try to touch you.”

“I don’t work out just to score goals. Gotta stay lookin’ fresh for the ladies.” he said wiggling his eyebrows as he started the car; pulling out onto the road.

“It’s not funny Luke.” you said sternly. “Wipe that smirk off your face; you love the attention.” you snarled.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know it bothers you.” Luke said; his face serious. “I’m just trying to do my best and be amenable to the fans. They’re not all that way.”

“Ugh, I know.” you sighed, turning your head as you looked out the window, buildings flashing by. “You are pretty lovable, I can’t blame them for liking you. And a lot of the people who wait to see you are great.” you said. “It’s just frustrating that those girls act like I’m not a person; that our relationship doesn’t exist. They think they can do whatever they want with you just because they’re there.”

“They can think what they want, but I’m not going to let them do anything. I’m not going to let them disrespect you or our relationship.” he said genuinely.  “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” you mumbled softly, your eyes softening at Luke’s sincerity.

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Break My Heart - Part 2 (Baekhyun x Reader)

Summary:I wanna feel the pain; I wanna see the light.” Y/N has been going to Oh Sehun for years for therapy. She’s just started her first year of university, and hasn’t made any friends yet– not that she wants Sehun to know. After confusing the time of her therapy appointment, Y/N is forced to reschedule as Sehun’s last appointment of the night. What happens when she runs into Sehun’s ride in the waiting room while her therapist collects his bag for the night? And what the hell is this boy thinking when he grabs her hand, looks into her eyes, and asks her earnestly to break his heart? (Inspired by American pop-punk band Hey Violet’s “Break My Heart.”)

Warnings: coerced romance, teacher-student relationship, harassment, social anxiety, college, cursing

Word count: 3,824

A/N: Part 2 is out!!! Woohoo! How are you guys liking this so far? I’m pretty fond of it already tbh. Poor Chanyeol is so cute! And BBH is being an asshole! Follow or ask to be tagged for updates, or you can subscribe to the fic on AO3, where I’m listed as MelWinchester/PichiWrites. Notes and reblogs help me out ever so much! Love love love <3 (gif not mine).

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That’s right Pro is back at it with the not answering at least once daily rip. But anyway sorry about the lack of responding yesterday, long story short tumblr was just not on my mind. As always I just feel the need to apologise and vaguely explain. I’ll go through the non request stuff and hopefully answer a few things.  I haven’t been writing well lately but I’ll try.

Also my informing you guys the stuff I’m adding to the crossover list has started to feel like me showing off every time I catch up in a manga or complete an anime hm. Rambling thoughts aside, Kado: The Right Answer and 10 Dance are now on there.


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  • Fandom Max: gay gay gay gay. so gay for chloe everyone else is shit i love chloe so much.
  • In game Max: Chloe is an important friend and I care for her deeply. Though, I care for other people too. I try to help people by doing the right thing as much as possible. I may or may not love Chloe in a romantic way.
  • Fandom Chloe: really hella gay for max caulfield only im gonna slap a bitch if there was anyone else for her. she loves me i love her.
  • In game Chloe: Yeah Max is my friend and I probably like her but man I wish Rachel was here right now. Whenever I die, Max becomes a hero and saves me so it's okay if we screw up. I just really miss Rachel.
  • Fandom Kate: can not sin did you just say a bad word God please bless these not nice people
  • In game Kate: People are so stupid. Ugh. Why can't you just understand me. Pls stop doing what you're doing and just apologize smh
  • Fandom Nathan: sigh im such a nice person why does this happen to me.
  • In game Nathan: I just killed a few people and fought a lot but I really feel guilty about it. I didn't think about my actions and I am just an abused but spoiled kid.
  • Fandom Victoria: kate should forgive me and we should hook up bc i would change for her and do anything for her i just really love kate
  • In game Victoria: I took a video of Kate on the roof about to jump and I really don't think it's my fault she was up there. I laughed at her and called her names whether she was there or not. I'm sorry though but I didn't do anything.
  • Fandom Rachel: goddess, princess, im everything bow down to me im your main bitch
  • In game Rachel: I'm actually dead but I was flirting with people secretly and probably used Frank and Chloe for reasons