uh wow i just had a lot of

I see all your ‘Kara is jealous of Reign’ headcanons and raise you-

While Lena and Kara are just realizing that there just might be something between them, Lena meets (or reunites with?) Samantha March and they become very close very quickly. 

But when Lena gushes to Kara about her new friend and her new friend’s cool daughter (à la the lunch scene in which Lena expresses her excitement about her relationship with Rhea) Kara has a serious but unreadable look in her eyes that confuses Lena.

So their inevitable meet up puts Lena on edge, and the internet boards in response to “Friend acting weird about other friend??” that propose jealousy as the answer may make Lena excited about the possibility of Kara having feelings for her, but they also do nothing for her nerves regarding this predicament. 

So she puts their meeting off for quite a while. 

Eventually, to her surprise, Kara is the one who insists on meeting Samantha, proposing that the three of them go out to dinner for Lena’s birthday. Having already agreed to dinner with Kara that night, she can’t exactly say she’s busy. And she can’t say that she’d prefer it to just be the two of them, because that’s dangerously close to admitting her feelings for Kara. 

So she reluctantly agrees.

When the date arrives, Samantha is waiting for the at their table, and when they reach the table and Samantha stands up, Lena’s heart practically ceases beating for the few seconds Kara and Samantha look at each other, silently.

And then Kara simply puts her bag down, walks directly up to Samantha, and gives her a not as crushing as it rightfully should be hug, to both Lena and Samantha’s surprise. 

(Meanwhile, Samantha throws a “you weren’t kidding about this girl” look to Lena over Kara’s shoulders)

And as it turns out Kara is just??? so grateful??? that Lena has another close friend who gets how great she is?? 

She was kinda tentative at first, because Lena became so attached to her friendship with Samantha so quickly, but the more she heard about her, the less she was protective and the more she was just kind of calmly proud and happy for Lena.

And so they hit it off seamlessly. It’s not twenty minutes in before Kara invites Samantha to game night. 

(“Wait…Am I invited?” 

“Hahaha Lena, I had Jess slip it into your schedule weeks ago, silly.” 

“So that’s how you manage to get her away from L-Corp. I’d been wondering what I was doing wrong.” 

“Yeah, that’s part of it. But sometimes I just kinda smile at her? And she does what I want? So you could try that, too.”

“Uh… haha I’m not sure that’ll work for me.”

“Hmm? Why not?”


And so the three of them end up doing a lot of hanging out, and Samantha manages not to feel like a third wheel most of the time. And Kara’s happy to see Lena with a support system in National City that goes beyond just Kara and her friends.

So when the time comes that Samantha needs them, when Reign begins to overpower her mind and make her target Supergirl, it’s Lena and Kara who work together to bring Samantha back to herself.

Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

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Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event. (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here!

“(Y/n)?” you heard a knock on the door and a voice soon afterwards.

“Yes?” you asked and saw your assistant peak in, giving you a small smile.

“Uh we’re starting to put the set for the photoshoot one and I thought that you’d want to… help? I mean since it always is up to you and yeah.” she shrugged and your eyebrow shot up.

“Photoshoot? What photoshoot? I thought the next one was in like- four days or something? With the cast of the Avengers.” you mumbled, flipping through pages and searching through papers for your schedule. You had a lot of things in your mind lately, the most important of them being a certain green-eyed actor that made your heart skip beats every so often, so everything seemed to be a mess. You had forgotten about certain meetings over the week and you were just thankful to your assistant for reminding you every time. You always ended up running there but you at least made it so that was what mattered.

“Uh no, there was one for today. I thought you remembered it and just- just left the settings to-”

“Hell no.” you breathed out, gathering your papers in a haste and placing them on the side along with plenty and plenty of photos. You tried to tide everything up the best you could but failed so you just stopped trying in the first place “No, I just completely forgot about it. Great, I’m losing my mind. That and probably my job pretty soon.” you grumbled, rubbing your temple.

“They’ll be fools if they let you go.” she shook her head as she made her way to your desk to put things in an order.

“I’d say more like smart. Gosh I am so not myself lately.” you said frustrated and she smirked, looking at you “And don’t you dare say it!” you added sharply, pointing a finger at her.

“I didn’t say anything!” she raised her hands in the ir, giggling “But if I did it would be something along the lines of-”

“Don’t you-” you started warning but there was no stopping her.

“Jensen and (Y/n) sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” she giggled like a schoolgirl and you gave her a hard glare.

“You are so not my friend.” you grumbled, checking on your camera. You never let it out of your sight.

“Oh but I am! Which is why I am not going to tease you any further.” she smiled at you “But, I am being serious here. We both know that Mr Ackles is to blame for this mess you are in. Come on, I know that you’ve never been able to resist him, being the huge fangirl you are and all. It’s no wonder you are over the moon ever since he gave you his number.” she shrugged and you chewed on your lower lip.

“That was nothing, really. He just- he’s a fan of my work, that’s all. It’s not what you think.” you mumbled.

“Right, sure whatever you say.” she rolled her eyes “So I’m guessing you have not used it yet, have you?”

“No, and I’m not going to. It’s best if I forget about it whatsoever. I don’t need to give myself any more false hope than I already have. It’s made my life come upside down already, I can’t afford to fall harder for him. Not now.” you sighed, shaking your head as you felt your heart tighten inside your chest.

“So you have already started falling for him?” she asked with a smirk and you chewed on the inside of your lip, looking down. Hearing her repeat it out loud made the feeling set in the pit of your stomach and yourself get scared even more because it was actually true.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore her “I’ll get going and if anyone calls- you know your job, ok.” you shook your head.

“Absolutely.” she chuckled at you. Of course this seemed funny to her, maybe for a reason you could not understand either, but to you it was only worrying.

You couldn’t get the man out of your mind, not even as you made your way to the studio. You just replayed the events of only a week ago in your mind and couldn’t help but think of everything you could have done all these days. And it was thoughts like that that actually distracted you from everything going on around you. You thought so much about him, all the time, that you…

…Had come to see him in front of you too?

You froze in the doorway, blinking rapidly as you stared at the sight in front of you with a frown. You didn’t ask what the photoshoot was about or with whom but you didn’t imagine it would be… the Supernatual cast? You almost pinched yourself, thinking you’d somehow fallen asleep on your desk but no, you were actually awake. You willed yourself to take a deep breath and push the glass door open. The sound made everybody turn to look at you and you tried to force a smile on your face. A smile that, surprisingly enough, felt easier to put on your face when you saw the boyish grin Jensen had on.

And as that, as his eyes locked with yours his words actually came rushing back to you “See you in a week.” and realization downed on you harder than a ton of bricks. You had really forgotten about the photoshoot you had with Jared, Jensen and Misha but he obviously had not. Well, fan-reaking-tastic!

“(Y/n), hey! I thought you wanted us to take care of the settings?” one of your co-workers asked but you shook your head.

“No uh I- I just happened to… have forgotten all of this.” you mumbled, looking at Jensen from the corner of your eyes as he grinned softly at you. And boy did you already feel your knees going weak.

“Oh alright then. Uhm if you want to take a look at everything then…?” he trailed off, looking around him and you bit your lower lip almost not believing what was going to come out of your lips.

“Uh no, no you just do your thing guys. I trust you.” you said and his eyebrow shot up. Not at the trusting part, but at the fact that you let them have full control of the settings and all, because when it came to your job you always had a thing or two to say about it but now, well all your attention was definitely not on your job but rather the man standing a few feet away from you.

“Alright.” he chuckled, shrugging. And no sooner had he left than you heard a voice behind you.

“You must be (Y/n), right?” you turned to see a smiling Jared.

“Oh uh you heard it.” you said with a small chuckle.

“Wow it’s actually so great to meet you! I’ve actually seen lots of your work, and I don’t mean just the magazines and let me tell you it’s all absolutely stunning!” he grinned at you and you found yourself actually relaxing at his presence. Maybe it wasn’t going to be as hard aas you thought.

“Really?” you chuckled, your shoulders relaxing “Oh thank you, that really means a lot! But- but where have you really seen it may I ask?”

“Oh actually-” he chuckled “You know, Jensen’s trailer. And some in his house as well, it’s literally full of them.” he said with a proud smile and your eyebrows shot up.

“He- he does?” you asked in a small voice, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Oh hell yeah! And Chuck help anyone that asks about a photo! He knows every single story behind them, he’s googled it all up and searched for your interviews and everything! The definition of fanboy!” he chuckled, nodding his head and you bit your lip glancing behind him to see Jensen’s smile had actually vanished and a mortified expression having take over. He was mouthing something to you but you couldn’t quite understand. You narrowed your eyes at him, especially at the crazy hand motions he was making. Wait, was he saying to… run? You couldn’t tell. And he couldn’t move because a grinning Misha was actually holding him back.

“Oh wow, that’s- certainly flattering.” you mumbled, laughing softly as you felt your entire face burn.

“No, just wait to hear him talk about you! He literally will never shut up about you!” he emphasized and you giggled. But before you could say a word you heard some shuffling and grumbling before you actually saw Jensen appear next to his friend.

“Yeah, must be a thing of the show, who knows.” he said, giving a glare to his friend “But be the example, Jared, will you?”

“Sorry buddy, kinda hard. I mean first I got get back to you for that and second I am just bonding with our photographer!”

“Yeah, yeah bonding can happen later. Just- go to Misha and-”

“Hey!” speaking about the devil- well maybe not “So you must be (Y/n), right?” he grinned at you and you couldn’t help yourself but chuckle at the look of desperation on Jensen’s face. Just as he was about to get rid of Jared there came worse.

“Uh yeah, and you Misha. I know, I am a fan of the show. It’s great to meet you.” you shook his hand as well and he grinned.

“Oh so you do? So, who’s your favorite then? You seem like the angel type to me.” he smirked, resting his weight on Jensen who only rolled his eyes and you just giggled. These guys were really amazing.

“Well, I feel sorry to disappoint you but I am certainly the hunter type. Older hunter to be more specific.” you shrugged, glancing at Jensen to see a smirk on his face even if he tried to hide it.

“Huh? Hear that Ackles, she prefers papa!” Misha said with a grin, patting him in the shoulder but you just laughed.

“Uh I actually didn’t mean John.” you shook your head and he nodded his.

“Oh Henry it is then, right.” he mumbled and you laughed again.

“No, actually I mean Dean.” you said, fidgeting with your camera.

“Oh sorry, I thought you said older- not ancient!” he said with a shake of his head and you snickered.

“What?!” Jensen exclaimed “Dude, you’re older than me!” he just shook his head “You know what? Nevermind, I am not going to keep this up. Just- why don’t you go take your places? Just go get some make up or whatever, go go go. Just go.” he pushed both of them.

“Alright, if you want to spend some time with your girlfriend just ask for it geez!” Jared said with a roll of his eyes as Misha just chuckled.

“Sorry about that.” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, I understand and I know. I have friends like that as well. Will find anything they can to embarrass you in public.” you chuckled, glancing down at your camera.

“Yeah, especially things that should not be told out loud.” he chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“So what? Don’t tell me you really have photos I’ve taken in your trailer.” you bit your lower lip and he shrugged.

“Not as many as in my home.” he chuckled and your eyebrows shot up.

“Wow” you let out a shy laugh “I never thought there would come a day when I’d hear Jensen Ackles say this to me.”

“Why not?” he asked with an adorable frown “You are an amazing photographer and the shots you take are out of this world.”

“I- Thank you, thank you so much Jensen.” you looked at him with a sheepish smile and he just shrugged.

“I’m being honest, but-” he bit his lower lip and for a moment boy did you get distracted “Can I ask you something?”


“Why didn’t you call? Or even text?” for a moment it felt like you had an unsure teen in front of you, doubting is his crush wanted to go out with him.


“I mean-” he laughed nervously “-I kinda really waited for that but you just never did anything to be honest. I thought that maybe you’d want to talk sometime but I obviously- I was-”

“I was busy.” you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind just because it broke your heart to see his crest-fallen look “I was just very busy, I’m sorry.” you bit your lip and he looked hopeful for a second.


“Yeah, so much that I actually forgot about today’s photoshoot. But I- I thought about it.” well it was the truth after all, you did think about it all the freaking time “I really did think about calling you but I- I didn’t have the chance, that’s all. I’m sorry if you thought any different, Jens.” the nickname left your lips without realizing it. But the boyish grin that spread on his face at that was enough to make your heart flutter.

“No, it’s fine. I realized it myself today but to be honest-” he chuckled lightly “For a moment I thought you had also forgotten about me.”

“Forget about you? Oh no, no Jens I- I certainly didn’t.” you shook your head “It’s impossible for a woman to forget you and such a meeting to be honest.”

“That’s really great to hear, then.” he smirked “So maybe when my turn comes we could a lot more talking than last time then, right?”

“Your… turn?” you blinked, tilting your head to the sie without realizing it. A habit you’d gotten from the show.

He chuckled, looking at you with sparkling eyes “Oh sweetheart, you really are adorable sometimes.” he bit his lower lip as he looked at you with a smile and you just tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Thanks for that but I am still completely clueless as to what you’re saying.” you said with a giggle and he grinned.

“I’m talking about the photoshoot today. Or mostly photoshoots.” he shrugged and you raised an eyebrow.


“You know, there is one about the show first and then one I may or may have not tried to set up just because I want to know you more.” he gave you an innocent shrug and this time all air did get knocked out your lungs.

Well, it was going to be an interesting experience when it happened because, well, you were so not going to ask about its theme at the moment. Let it be a surprise and oh you had a feeling it would be.

Roomie (M)

Originally posted by jjks

Summary: When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Gotta give the shoulders hyung some love.

When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

… Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of you had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where you’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And you’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have your breakfast dribbling down your chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of you found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t you have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one?

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“The Dagger of Hasetsu”

“Do you think there are really ninjas there?” Sara leaned into Mila softly, linking their arms together.

“No way,” Mila sputtered, collecting herself as she caught the sweet scent of Sara’s hair. “It’s just an urban legend or something. Something to get the silly tourists all excited.”

“Yuuri, Yuuri! I want to see the ninjas!” Victor was buzzing all around Yuuri, tugging ceaselessly on his shirt.

They were standing in the shadow of Hasetsu Castle, which was posted high above them, green tiled arches glistening in the sun. Yuuri’s mother, being the kind of mother she was, had invited Yuuri’s competitors to come stay with their family at the hot springs for a visit. Yuuri hadn’t expected that every single one of them would take her up on the offer… at the same time. It was a little overwhelming.

The other skaters had pressed Yuuri into showing them the sights, citing Victor’s rave review of Hasetsu. Yuuri didn’t know how to break it to them, but there wasn’t much to see. In fact, their trip around the city had probably been more exciting for the locals.

They were an interesting sight, after all- a pack of foreign professional athletes huddled together around Yuuri like a bunch of baby ducks, staring up in awe at Hasetsu Castle as if they thought the building was watching them back.

“Ninjas?” Georgi swooned. “How mysterious.”

“You can’t be stupid enough to think they’re really hiding something like that up there,” Yurio grumbled. “Tell them, Yuuri.”

“Actually…” Yuuri trailed off evasively.

“I knew it!” Victor exclaimed. “Come on, Yuuri, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Can’t we see inside? Just a peek.”

“Well…” Yuuri started to sweat as the others pressed in around him. “It’s dangerous.”

“Sounds exciting!” Emil was grinning hard. He grabbed onto Michele’s hand and raised it high in the air. “We’re in!”

“Speak for yourself!” Michele barked, flapping his arm in attempt to escape.

“We’re in, too!” Sara said, and Mila nodded.

“Sara, no,” Michele whined. “He just said it’s not safe. We should wait outside.”

“We’ll be careful, won’t we, Yuuri?” Sara prodded.

“Er- uhm-”

Yurio was already starting up the stone steps without them. He had a new fire burning in his eyes.

“Like I’m gonna let Katsudon stop me from seeing the ninjas. C’mon, Beka!”

Otabek followed quietly after him like an old dog.

“I’ll race ya, Mickey!” Emil shouted, taking off at top speed.

“What- no- Sara, wait!” Michele stumbled after his sister, who was already disappearing into the trees.

“Seung-gil, let’s take a selfie together at the top!” Phichit called cheerfully.

“Everyone, wait-!” Yuuri tried, but it was too late. The other skaters were already rushing to the top without him.

“Let’s hurry, or we’ll be left behind.” Victor’s smooth voice cut through Yuuri’s panicked thoughts. He was playfully rubbing Yuuri’s inner arm. “Unless that’s what you wanted… It’s just us now.”

Yuuri eyed him with amusement.

“Yeah. Just you, me, and Chihoko.”

He started up the stairs after the group, leaving Victor to absorb his words.

“Yuuri, that’s mean!” Victor wailed after him.


“How do you open this damn thing?” Yurio grunted as he pried at the doors with both hands and one foot.

“Maybe we have to ring the doorbell,” Otabek suggested calmly.

“Beka, what-?”

“This is ridiculous,” Seung-gil muttered.

“Maybe there’s a secret button,” Emil chimed in.

“Of course.” Minami nodded sagely. “Ninjas are very secretive. They don’t want just anybody getting in there.”

“Well I’m not just anybody, and I’m getting in whether Yuuri likes it or not!” Yurio swore. “Give me a boost!”

Otabek stooped a bit so that Yurio could climb onto his shoulders.

“I see an opening! Can you get a little closer to the door?” Yurio asked, wobbling a little as he stood up.

“Careful!” Guang Hong hovered nervously around Otabek, reaching out to brace Yurio’s legs.

“Maybe we should wait for Yuuri,” Leo offered. He exchanged a look with Chris, who just shook his head.

“Why wait? Fortune favors the brave!” JJ slapped Otabek on the back in support, causing Yurio to almost lose his balance.

“Watch it!” Yurio snapped, clinging to the building like a cat over a bathtub.

“Can you see inside?” Phichit asked, standing on tiptoe.

“I think… if I get on this ledge…”

“What are you doing??” Yuuri shrieked as he and Victor reached the landing.

Woah!” Yurio’s palm slipped and he toppled head-first out of sight. They heard him hit the floor on the other side of the door.

“Oh my god,” Yuuri said quietly.

Ow……Wow! Urgh… You guys have to see this! This is so cool!”

“Yuri, don’t touch anything!” Yuuri’s voice was firm and low.

“Hey, how come the floor is sinking? I didn’t break it just from falling like that… Crappy ninja architecture-”

Yuuri pushed through the other skaters, stripping off his windbreaker. He pulled his arm back and struck the doors of Hasetsu Castle hard with his open palm in several places, following some kind of pattern invisible to the others. The doors groaned open on their own, parting ominously.

“Yuuri-” Victor saw the expression on his fiancé’s face change. It was the same look Yuuri had right before a competition. When concentration overpowered any other thought and the rest of the world was blocked out.

Yurio was standing in the middle of an enormous, cathedral-like hall lined with pillars. Everywhere he stepped, a section of the floor began to lower out of sight, like a puzzle that was losing pieces, fast. He kept jumping back, out of the way, moving further and further inside.

“It’s just like Indiana Jones!” Leo mused aloud. Then realization struck him. “Oh no.”

“What are you talking about?” Yurio tripped and fell backwards, grabbing onto one of the pillars as he went down. The pillar emitted a buzzer noise and lit up red around his hand. “What th-”

It happened so fast that Victor wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t imagined it.

Thousands of small, square panels opened up in the walls, releasing a spray of shiny steel knives.

Yuuri lunged forward onto his hands and launched himself into the middle of the knife storm, twisting and flipping his way across the hall while blades from every angle sliced the air around him. A pit of fire opened up in the middle of the floor, spreading towards the very edges of the building. Yuuri’s foot caught the lip of the pit as the floor receded into the wall and he pushed off from it, ricocheting off the top of a pillar like a pinball, landing softly next to Yurio on the other side.

There was an electric whirring noise and Yurio looked up to see a set of circular saw blades descending from the ceiling above him. He tried to get to his feet but his legs felt like jello. He didn’t know where to step. A loud clank behind him made him freeze up. A grate near the back wall was opening, one bar at a time. Behind it a hungry-looking crocodile was opening its mouth and emitting a deep, rolling growl.

“D-Don’t leave me, idiot!” Yurio shouted as Yuuri sprung into the air again, glancing off a pillar on the opposite side of the hall, which lit up green under his touch. A pair of shuriken dropped from the ceiling, dangling from ribbons- as unreachable as stars above Yurio’s head. But he watched as Yuuri snatched them from the sky and threw them, mid-flight, into the back wall. They lodged with a hollow thunking noise, and- to Yurio’s great relief- the saw blades above him stopped moving. The crocodile let out a hiss of frustration. The floor began to close, concealing the live flames roaring underneath.

The shuriken had stuck in perfect parallel, barely an inch apart. Yuuri pulled them out and blew the dust off of them, shining them on his shirt.

“Now I have to reset all of this…” he sighed. He walked over to Yurio, who was still a puddle on the floor. “Are you hurt?”

Yurio shook his head slowly.

“I told you to wait for me,” Yuuri said, exasperated. “Well, as long as nobody was injured…”

He looked over at the entrance to find the entire skating community staring at him in shocked silence. Minami was the first to react.

“THAT. WAS. INCREDIBLE!!” he screamed in Japanese, tears in his eyes. “Yuuri-san, you really are the best!”

“My, Yuuri, what did we just witness?” Chris raised his eyebrows, both terrified and aroused.

Victor looked like his heart was going to explode. He was clutching his chest with one hand, bracing himself in the doorway with the other. Phichit patted him on the back sympathetically.

Yuuri shrugged, bashful now that everyone was looking at him.

“I had a lot of free time growing up in a small town.”

“Wow, Yuuri, I never would have guessed from looking at you that you were this cool!” JJ praised, putting his foot in his mouth as usual.

“Uh… t-thanks? So… Did you guys still want a tour of this place? This is just the foyer-”

Yurio ran past him in the opposite direction.

They were all in agreement with Mila, who said,

“No, I think we’re good.”

First Impressions (Part 1)

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)

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

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise19982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock

Chris Evans Tag (Normally wouldn’t, but he’s featured a lot): @nedthegay @camigt1999  @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange


Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

“Thank you for inviting me,” you said to Anthony as you rode with him in the back of a luxury sedan.

“My pleasure. I know how big of a Marvel fan you are, it’s time I invited you to one of these things.”

“Yes, this is long overdue.”

“You look great tonight. New dress?” he asked.

“Yes, my stylist insisted. I can’t blame her. If I could wear dresses all the time, I would,” you said, laughing lightly.

“Well it looks amazing,” he said, gesturing to your long sleeve, plunging cleavage, cherry red, satin dress.

“Thank you. I hope to turn a few heads,” you noted.

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For the Sake of Love (Roommate Woozi)

AU #9 (Request from this list; I want to finish it up!)


I might just have a bunch of phases where I stan random members because Woozi’s voice in Fast Pace is killing me (yes that song is still playing on loop for me I need help) SO HERE’S WOOZI AS YOUR ROOMMATE LUV YOU ALL I HAD SO MUCH PLOT FOR THIS ENJOY (your girl Lin here is loving this so much help I’m soft)

  • This boi has had so many roommates
  • They are all so fed up with him
  • People are interested bc he plays all his instruments in a his room that’s filled with them
  • But he plays in the middle of the night
  • Almost never sleeps because he stays up late making music and has a job at the local music store
  • He only plays music there tho so he doesn’t get enough income to pay rent for an apartment on his own
  • If he had enough money he wouldn’t be rooming with anyone in the first place
  • But anyway you were passing by the music store Jihoon works at one weekend
  • And you hear this stunning song on piano that you’ve never heard before
  • And you love music and piano pieces
  • So naturally you find yourself staring at a guy playing the piano right next to the music store entrance
  • And you’re looking over his shoulder as his fingers glide along the keys
  • You’re good at playing instruments but you aren’t great a piano because your fingers can’t go as fast as your brain
  • And so you’re just standing there motionless until the guy is done
  • Then he awkwardly turns around to catch you staring
  • “Oh hey. Interested in the piano? It sounds ‘simply magical’ right? *cough* sarcasm There’s a couple in the store”
  • I really want to say “I’m more interested in you”
  • Thankfully your mouth also can’t go as fast as your brain so you don’t say that and you snap out of your daydreaming
  • “O-oh uh, no thanks… I’ve already had to sell my keyboard because I’m getting kicked out of my apartment”
  • Now usually Jihoon wouldn’t care and would keep playing
  • But his previous roommate just moved out
  • “Oh hey you play piano? And you’re getting kicked out? I could use a roommate but I play piano a lot so people get fed up. You up to it?”
  • Wow Jihoon that is a great, non intimidating way to make someone move in with you
  • Well I mean it works…
  • It was surprisingly quick to get all your papers done and to officially move in with Jihoon
  • (Tbh his landlord is used to this so he has everything set up already)
  • When you first get to the apartment it is literally empty
  • As in no furniture in the living room
  • Like whaaaaaaat
  • So you insist on buying some new furniture
  • Jihoon doesn’t care bc his roommates always take their furniture back anyway
  • But you have no one to help you move in, so Jihoon just calls his friends to help you move a sofa, tv, and coffee table in
  • Literally Mingyu and Seungcheol are only friends with Jihoon bc he never takes care of himself and he needs at least somebody
  • So the two help you move stuff but warn you not to get a lot bc you’ll probably move out soon
  • “Why do you say th-”
  • “I advise you to buy earplugs for tonight and DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT GO INTO JIHOON’S ROOM
  • By the end of the day, Jihoon comes home and his jaw drops bc what happened here why does everything look different who is that cutie sitting on the couch what
  • Wow I actually have a long plot for this time to break out the Keep Reading bar

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1:57 AM (Steve x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,595

Genre: Regular People AU/Fluffy Cuteness

Warning(s): None :-)

Summary: The Reader has been best friends with Steve for three years, but recently those “best friend” feelings have begun to change.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this one. Personally I think it is one of my better ones. I hope you enjoy! Requests are open!

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

You and Steve met freshman year of college and instantly clicked. He was kind, caring, funny. The perfect guy-friend.

When junior year rolled around you both jumped at the chance to no longer have to live on campus. At first you both began to look for your own apartments but soon found out that that was an expensive endeavor and the only way to make it manageable was to find a roommate. And who better that your best friend? You and Steve found a reasonably priced apartment and moved in together.

At first it was a little awkward. Sure you and Steve had spent every waking moment together before this. He had been the first face you saw when you woke up and met at a little cafe a few blocks from campus for an early morning energy boost. And he had been the last face you saw before you went to bed when the two of you would study together at one of your favorite locations: the park, the library, or the pier.

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what I love in BTS Run ep 13 (Jimin, Jikook/Kookmin)

I only watched Run ep. 13 once, but there were so many cute Jikook interactions. I’d love to watch it again to spot all of those, but I still haven’t recovered from Jimin’s Forehead Syndrome… But anyhow, I’m here doing the screencap again~

Seriously, keep Park Jimin away from the water I’m tired. The stage where they performed BST in the rain still haunts me until today, and they just have to go and put Jimin in a pool.


ah, let’s see

1. Jungkook hitting/tapping on Jimin’s back to stop him from portraying “Run Bangtan” at the beginning. Like boy, who’s the hyung here again?

2. I’d love to see Jimin in Jungkook’s eyes, how does Jimin look like?

3. Jungkook’s scream “ahhh~ yahhh~” in the background when Jimin was competing xD

4. Jimin being an angel he is, my members come first before me ♥

5. I’m enjoying this concept a lot, Jungkook praising Jimin is one of the cutest things ever ♥

6. Erm, thanks? Thank you, Jeon Jungkook and Jung Hoseok. I didn’t ask for this. From this point on I couldn’t pay attention to what is going on anymore…

*don’t miss Jungkook’s “uh/oh wow” in the background, it’s him, people, it’s his*

And I have to say this once more, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM WATER, PARK JIMIN-SSI!!!

7. Cuties whispering

8. *after Jimin and Taehyung’s cheering* awwww~, happy much? 

8. Jungkook’s highfive and Jimin’s hand grabbing in the corner

9. *sorry I just had to*

10. Am I the only one who finds Jimin so effortlessly attractive here? Like he’s so charming when he focuses on something, he even makes my heart race… And look at those lips…

11. yeah, slay my life, bae, slayyyyyy 

12. Jungkook praising Jimin ep. 2

erm… that strong hand grabbing tho…

13. Cuties about to high five, and Kook spoke in satoori to Jimin, Busan couple indeed 

14. *sorry I just had to again*

15. Kook’s non-stop clapping

16. stop high-fiving each other will ya? How many times already?

17. what’s with that face, Jimin?

18. You sure are having fun there, Jeon Jungkook-ssi?

Okay I’ll stop here since I’m running out of internet data again, fml TT_TT

Anyhow, thank you for reading through this. I planned to only make it short and see how I ended up *sigh*. I hate myself.

Ah, we need a conclusion, LONG LIVE JIMIN’S FOREHEAD.


ah wait, who do you guess is the spy? Share your thoughts ^-^~

Here’s my guess from highest chance to lower:

1st. Jeon Jungkook (I doubt him right from the start, dunno why, just a feeling~)

2nd. Jung Hoseok (I dunno, sth is off, but Hoseok is not good at lying so…)

3rd. Park Jimin (you know how they say love is blind, so yeah, maybe I’m blinded by his light that I couldn’t suspect him well enough)

Tickle Confessions (Jared Padalecki X Reader)

Title: Tickle Confessions

Word Count: 844 (not too long)

Pairing: Jared X Y/N

Summary: Jared and Reader are best friends, but recently they notice how much he means to them with his busy filming schedule. 

Warnings: fluffy, tickles?, really hecking cute Jared

Author’s Note: I do not mean any offense to Gen! I know Jared is happily married but I am only writing these for entertaniment. I ship them very much plus they have adorable kids. <3

“Please stop getting crumbs all over my bed,” You whined swatting at Jared who was munching away on sugar cookies.

“I can’t help it, you make the best cookies Y/N what can I say?” He adorably smiles with those dimples melting away your frustration.

After being best friends for five years now it was clear that you were closer than ever, yet this was the first time in a month you’d got to hang out. With Jared filming most days, it was even hard to get a text sent back.

“Oh please, I am sure you have had better cookies than that.” You smiled taking in the current situation.

You both were snuggled deep into the burgundy duvet sharing cookies and warm cider while watching Halloween. Although it was mid-September, that was no reason to hold off on the spooky movies.

“I swear I haven’t. Gosh, I have missed this. You and I together like old times.” He says rolling over to face you.

“Just like old times…” You trailed off ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Jared was your friend. At least that’s what you repeated to your mind as well as your heart every time he crossed either. Lately, it was harder than normal. You summed it up to him being away more and finally realizing how much you missed him. Your ‘ride or die until the end’ as he so often would say.

“You okay? Seems like there is a lot going on in that brilliant little head of yours,” He asks concern seeping into his cheerful voice.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just thinking about how we use to hang out all the time compared to now,” You supply with a scrunched nose and shrug.

His hand seems to find your’s under the cover giving it a soft squeeze but not letting go.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could see you all the time; I’ve missed you like crazy. No one could ever replace you, Y/N. Never in their wildest dreams.”

His thumb stroked steady circles on the top of your hand soothing the bundle of nerves in your chest.

“It’s okay. I know you have a lot of work to do for the show and I understand that. I just love y-” Quickly you cut yourself off almost slapping a hand over your mouth.

“-love watching movies with you. Especially since you are an actor! Who else would pick up on all the mistakes?” You laugh almost too frantically making him raise an eyebrow.

Wow. Really smooth Y/N. Way to go.

“Y/N?” Your cheeks flared with what you knew was a beet red color.

“Uh, yeah?”

You couldn’t believe that you had messed up that badly. That was like some cliche book or movie. However, you could cling to what little hope you had that he didn’t catch on.

“What are you trying to say?” His body scooted closer still not releasing your hand from his.

You were almost sure he could feel the heartbeat beating frantically in your fingertips.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just saying I am glad we got to watch a movie together. That’s all.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“Sure. Do you really think I am going to believe you?”

“I was hoping you would. I can’t believe you would think I was lying,” You gasp putting your free hand over your heart.

“Okay, if that’s how you want to play this…”  Jared trails off his hand pulling away from your own causing a pool of disappointment in your stomach but it is quickly dashed by his hands racing to your sides tickling rapidly. “C’mon Y/N, what were you gonna say?”

Giggles and laughter spilled from your lips like a faucet.

“Jared Tristan Padalecki! I will fight you!” You manage to squeal between laughs.

“This can all end if you just tell the truth.” He says pausing for a moment.

“Never!” Your resistance seems to provoke him more, his hand skimming now to the back of your knee caps.

“Please!” You whine writhing at his merciless tickles.


“Uncle.” Breathless you flail your arms swatting him away.

“Now, tell me what you were going to say.”

“It’s not that simple…”

Jared grabs your wrist forcing you to look at him. His hazel eyes were dazzling as always, except now they were more warm, inviting.

“It can be.”

You inhaled a deep breath trying to steel whatever courage was hiding inside you.

“I love you. Not just in a best friend way but it’ more than that. I know you are busy on the show and you have so many other options that are way better-” he cuts you off with a kiss pressed to your lips. He tasted sweet like cookie batter and felt warm as if he was meant to be kissed.

When he pulled away from you, his forehead rested on yours.

“I love you too Y/N. So damn much.” His hushed whisper made relief swirl within your chest. Hearing those words meant the world to you.

I’d Come for You

Pairing: SamxReaderxDean
Word count: 3,385
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse, descriptions of mental abuse
Request: Anonymous. I’m the anon that requested another fic like childhood sweethearts. Can it be like another Sam and Dean poly fic? I’m like obsessed with your poly fics they’re adorable 

Your earliest memory included Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean was five years older than you, Sam a year older. Your parents were hunters, like John, so it wasn’t like you were always with them.

The memory was the three of you playing tag. Or…trying. In a small motel room. You were about three, maybe four. Dean had gotten bored early on, leaving you and Sam to it. You had tripped and hit your head. Dean freaked out, rushing to your side.

When you were five, your mom started home schooling you. While you enjoyed learning, doing it out of a book wasn’t your favorite thing to do. Nine year old Dean would use his Legos to help you with your math, and anything he could get his hands on for whatever your mother was working on with you. Sam started sitting in, as well. More than once they had found you leaning on Sam, asleep, on the couch, Dean on the floor with his Legos.

You were seven when your mother was killed on a hunt. John and your father walked in to the motel room, covered in blood. And you knew. You didn’t want it to be true. Dean pulled you into a hug, letting you cry into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. You fell asleep next to Sam, holding his hand that night. When the morning rolled around, you had to be dragged away from ‘your’ boys. You held Sam’s hand as tight as you could, and begged to stay with him and Dean.

The Winchesters didn’t come around again for awhile. Your father never mentioned them, either. Every time you were moved to a new town, all you hoped for was a chance to see Sam and Dean. Every time you left somewhere, your heart broke a little more.

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The Sweetest Melody

pairing: philip hamilton x reader
words: 2700
warnings: none i guess unless you count shY PHILIP and this one is just really crappy oh well
summary: reader takes piano lessons from eliza. philip is blown away by her music and the feeling is mutual. this summary explains nothing and i couldn’t find a good gif cri

It had been love at first sight.

From the moment you saw a piano at your church, you knew it was something you wanted to play, to learn, to master. You approached it in awe, your four-year-old eyes shining with childlike wonder. Looking around, you spotted your parents, who were deep in conversation with another couple towards the front door. No one else was around, or so you thought. Straining and reaching with all your might, you managed to get your little legs onto the bench. You looked around, quickly, and hesitantly tapped a key towards the center. A note sounded, abrupt, but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, clear and unique. You pressed on the key again, longer, laughing quietly now.

You experimented with different keys, touching ones low down and high up, holding them for different lengths, even doing three at once, which was quite the task for your small little hands. Your parents’ attention had been attracted by now, and your mother came over quickly.

“(Y/N), dear, I don’t know if you should—”

“Mommy, did you hear? L​​​isten!” You tapped out a short melody that you had made up. Your father had come over at this time as well.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart,” your father said. “Did you make that up yourself?” You nodded happily.

And that is why you started piano lessons two years later, as soon as your parents could afford to get you a piano and find you a teacher. It took them longer to do the latter, as you had specific standards that you delivered to them in a list. “She has to be kind and funny,” you said. “And she has to like me and want to help me get better.” Your parents could barely hide the twitching in the corners of their mouths as you gravely ticked off all the qualities your teacher needed to have. However, they looked around to see who was teaching locally, and they found you a perfect fit.

A Mrs. Elizabeth Hamilton.

You were very excited for your first lesson. Your parents dropped you off at the door and you raced inside, Mrs. Hamilton greeting you. “(Y/N)! How are you, dear?” she cried, giving you a big hug. She smelled like cookies and the flowers in your front yard—peonies, weren’t they? As she led you into her living room, you stopped short in awe. A beautiful grand piano was sitting in the corner, glistening and sleek. It was huge, but you resolved not to let that get to you. She laughed, her bell-like voice sounding in your ears, and once you had recovered from your initial shock, she sat you down on the bench and pulled up a chair next to you.

“Now, (Y/N), this is what I do with everyone for their first lesson. We won’t be playing anything today, but we’re going to get to know each other.” Your face had dropped when you heard you wouldn’t be touching the beautiful keys, but you brightened when you heard the alternative. You loved Mrs. Hamilton already, and couldn’t wait to get to know her more.

She asked you things like how old you were (six), if you were excited to start lessons (yes!), what made you interested in piano (everything; she chuckled at that), and if you had any siblings (no, but your mother was pregnant and you hoped it was a girl). “Now it’s time for you to ask me things,” she said. Ask anything and I’ll most likely answer it.“ You thought hard for a second, then said,

"Do you have any kids?” She smiled.

“I have one right now. His name is Philip and he’s just your age.” You beamed.

“Is he here?”

Mrs. Hamilton frowned. “Yes, but he’s very shy. He’s most likely just in his room like he usually is during lessons. He only comes down when it’s time for him to practice, which is right after your lesson.” You responded with a rather disappointed oh and then asked her about her husband. He was a lawyer and worked for one of the most successful law firms in downtown New York City, which had a daily hour-and-a-half commute. Her father was an important politician as well. It seemed that your new piano teacher was not only sweet but successful.

Your parents heard glowing reviews of how your lesson went and how your teacher was. However, even through all your excitement, you still wanted to meet Philip Hamilton. Your childish desire to make friends your age burned brightly, and every time you went, you kept an eye on the doorway for a peek of him. However, he stayed hidden. The only trace of him you ever got was a small snatch of his voice. Humming. You were too young to question why he didn’t show up. You just figured that he was very shy and left it at that.


Nine years had passed, and you still went to Mrs. Hamilton every Monday, rain or shine. You were her favorite student, or so she said, and you had been going to her for lessons longer than anyone else she taught. Of course, having played for nearly your whole life, you were very advanced and were playing some of the most difficult classical pieces she had. This week, you were working on the third movement of the “Moonlight” Sonata by Beethoven. You were unbelievably excited because he was your favorite composer and you loved that particular work. It took some work, but you quickly caught on and could play it beautifully. You launched yourself into her house emphatically.

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton!”

“Hi, Sunshine!” That quickly became her nickname for you as you were always happy and bright when you sat down at a piano. “You ready to go today?”

“Yes, ma'am!” you cried excitedly. “Wait ‘til you hear me play my Beethoven!”

“Warmups first,” she smiled, and you faked a sigh.

“If you insist.”

You stretched your fingers out, cracking your knuckles.

“Ready? Go!” she said, and the two of you began counting in French as you began to play scales. It was something unique that she did, that she’d always done. You thought it was incredibly cool and learned the numbers quickly.

“Sept, huit, neuf,” you finished, and Mrs. Hamilton applauded.

“Well done!” she cried. “Now, let’s see how your Beethoven is going.”

You smiled and picked up your sheet music. Taking a deep breath, you started playing, counting out the measures silently in your head.

She listened to you for a while, then stopped you. “Beautiful!” she said. “But go back to that measure. These notes are supposed to be legato.” She pointed to a group of notes and had you play it until you got it right. “Perfect! Keep going!” You played the rest with relatively small mistakes. But when you finished, Mrs. Hamilton wasn’t looking at you. She was looking at the doorway with a confused expression. She put her forefinger to her mouth and suddenly got up and tiptoed to the door.

“Aha!” she cried. “Found you!” You raised an eyebrow.

She came back into the room, this time with a boy in tow. “This,” she said, “is my oldest, Philip. Philip, say hello to (Y/N). It’s taken you long enough.”

Your eyes widened and you looked awkwardly down at your sheet music. Philip loosened himself from his mother’s grip, frowning slightly. “Hi, (Y/N),” he said to the floor, quietly. All you could see was a tall, strong frame and a face covered by chocolate ringlets.

“Hi, Philip.” He looked up at the sound of your voice and pushed his hair out of his face. You were awestruck for just a moment.

You had seen Mr. Hamilton before, and Philip seemed to have inherited the best traits of both his parents. He had big brown eyes, defined cheekbones, and, surprisingly, a face sprinkled with freckles. They reminded you of stars. And, of course, his hair framed his face in ringlets, a loose curl coming to a stop just above his left eyelid. He was the best-looking boy you’d ever seen.

“Philip, would you care to tell (Y/N) why you were listening to her every note?” His eyes widened as he looked at his mother and he bit his lip nervously.

“Um…well…” he seemed to be rendered speechless, and a bloom of red was spreading across his freckle-dusted cheeks. The reddish tint just served to define his already prominent cheekbones, and you had to breathe deeply to suppress yourself from blushing as well.

“You…uh…sounded really good. It was the best I’ve heard anyone play that song, actually. And Mom’s had a lot of people do it.” Now you really did blush.

“It wasn’t that good,” you said, then inwardly kicked yourself at the stupid response. Wow, I bet he hates me already, you thought. Your fingers began to tap out a scale on your leg, a nervous habit you had acquired.

“Yeah, it was,” he responded, with a shy grin. “You sounded better than I ever have.”

Mrs. Hamilton observed the exchange with a small grin on her face. “Well, dear, your lesson is over,” she told you. “Wonderful work!” She handed you the music for next time, and you went out into the foyer to put on your shoes. You intentionally spent a long time tying up your shoes. You wanted to hear Philip play.

He sang in French along with his mother, and your eyebrows shot up. His voice was—well, the only way you could describe it was pretty. It never wavered and was sure, confident. But if you were impressed by his voice, all thoughts of it were swept away when you heard him play. You recognized the song—Prelude No. 1 in C Major. A piece by Bach. Your jaw dropped and you were motionless for a moment. But you shook yourself a minute later. You couldn’t draw suspicion, and you reluctantly stepped onto the pretty, flowered porch, closing the door behind you.

Philip never hesitated to come in now. You had told him that you didn’t mind if he listened to you play. If it made him happy, he should do it.

When you came back a few weeks later, Philip was in the living room, engaged in a heated argument with his mother.

“But, Mom, that’s just creepy! Why would she do that? I don’t even know her!”

“Philip, you’ve been listening to her play for five years!”

You nearly dropped your music.

“Mom, that means nothing! I’ve just been listening to her because she’s the most talented person I’ve ever heard. Even if I tried not to listen, it wouldn’t work! Her playing just…draws me.”

You had to sit down at this point, your mind too numb to start untying your shoes.

“Then you shouldn’t have any problems with doing this. Just do it for me. Please? I might even have you two play at the next recital.”

A sigh. “Fine.”

You heard her coming and quickly ran to the door, pretending like you had just come in.

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton!”

“Hello there! Have I got a surprise for you!” she exclaimed, excited.

“Really? What is it?”

“I was talking with Philip, and he’d be willing to play a duet with you for the next recital! Would that be okay?”

“Uh—sure! Yeah! That’d be great!”

“Oh, wonderful! Come in!”

You took off your shoes quickly and entered the living room. Philip was already sitting on the bench, looking worried. He looked up when he saw you, his face reddening again.

“Hey,” you said. He responded likewise. Mrs. Hamilton bustled around, gathering music and laying it in front of the two of you. After she was satisfied with the arrangement of everything, she clapped her hands.

“Go ahead!”

Philip looked at you and shrugged. You shrugged back and began to play.

The song was pretty, a piece by Strauss. It required yours and Philip’s hands to cross often, and you bit your lip in equal parts concentration and nervousness. Every time your wrists touched, sparks went up your arm and you had to work hard to keep yourself from falling behind. It seemed like forever, but you neared the end. Philip finished his part, and you played the last few chords. You looked up, breathless, and grinned at him. He smiled back, a crooked, laughing quirk that sent your heart racing and leaping into your throat, an expanding in your chest, a good hurt.

Mrs. Hamilton looked on. She saw the way Philip smiled at you, how he followed your every movement as you finished out the song. Something deep within her, something maternal, was grieving silently. Her son was growing up. He was already taller than his father and just as strong. She knew it would be a matter of time before he began to be interested in girls, and she was overjoyed that he seemed to have chosen you as the object of his affections, but that one part of her ached.

“That was beautiful,” she cried, blinking away a tear. “I’ll definitely have the two of you perform that at the next recital.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Hamilton,” you said.

“I have to find you some music,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” However, something in her eyes told you that she was leaving the two of you for a different reason. Her skirts disappeared from the doorway, and you and Philip were alone with your silence. You looked shyly up at him, but he was fiddling with his hands, weaving his fingers in and out of each other.

“You did really good,” you said, at the same time he blurted, “I have something to say.” You both were startled for a second, but then you laughed and he cracked a grin, which made your heart jump all over again.

“Go ahead,” you told him. He nodded and took a deep breath.

“All right. You’re probably going to think I’m strange, but please, just hear me out.” You watched him intently.

“I’ve always been shy. I’ve never liked meeting people because I’ve always thought they wouldn’t like me. But that changed when I first saw you come here for lessons, about five years ago. I was looking out the window of my bedroom and I saw a car pull up and you stepped out. I could see you well enough that I could form the opinion that you looked like such a friendly, approachable person. I just wanted to be your friend.

"Every week after that, I watched you come in and get picked up. You always had a huge grin on your face and greeted your parents with a wave and a lot of happiness. It wasn’t until five years ago that I realized I had fallen in love with your smile. That’s when I became interested in your music. When I heard you for the first time, I was blown away. It made sense that someone with such amazing energy and optimism could create equally wonderful music. I’d never talked to you; I was too shy, but just the same, I had the biggest crush on you.

"I knew you’d never even seen me, but I couldn’t help but fall in even more. I’m just grateful I got to meet you after all these years. You’re as wonderful a person as I’d imagined you’d be.” He fell quiet then, and you stared at him in shock.

“Oh my god.”

He looked devastated. “I’m so sorry! I just thought you would want to know. I’ve probably ruined everything now, haven’t I?” He put his head in his hands.

“Philip, no,” you told him, gently prying away his fingers. “It’s probably stupid since I haven’t known you for very long, but I feel the same way. Ever since I was six, I wanted to meet you. And you’re everything I thought you would be.” His eyes widened and he looked at you in disbelief.



Philip took your hand.

And outside the door, in the kitchen, Mrs. Elizabeth Hamilton smiled through her tears. 

Title: Past The Point Of No Return

Pairing: Marinette/ Adrien

Syn: For reasons yet unknown to him, Adrien has made a promise to Marinette that he cannot keep. At this point, he realizes, it’s go big or go home.

Adrien’s breath was frozen in his lungs.

Dear god, what had he done.



Adrien, what’s up?

“I’ve got. A problem.”

Spill it, man.”

His mouth tightened into a straight line; his hands began to clam up.

“So, you know Marinette?”

Nino laughed. “Uh, yeah? The girl who sits right behind us in class? The one I used to have a crush on? The one I’m pretty sure you-

“Okay, shut up, I get it. Now. Alright. She texted me, just now.”


“No.” Adrien’s voice was quite shrill, a sharp contrast from its usual relaxed quality. “Not nice, at all. Dude, she asked me if I knew Swedish, and I said yeah.”

You know Swedish?”


Then why the hell did you tell her you do?

I don’t know!! And now she wants me to tutor her, and I have no idea what to do!”

And you called me because….

“Because I’m freaking out, man! Save me!”

You’re beyond saving, dude. Sorry.”

“Well- wait. Do you happen to…”

No. I don’t know Swedish. Try again, dude.”

“Damn.” He stared at his hands, brow furrowed in thought, but for the life of him, he couldn’t come up with anything useful. He wasn’t getting out of this one. Damn, indeed.


His head snapped up. “Well?”

You could always just make out with her. I’m sure she’d forget all about her lessons, then.

Red flushed throughout his skin, from his ears to his neck.

“Funny,” he droned, face ablaze. “Real funny.”

I’m just saying, man. You’ve clearly got it bad for her. And you’re not a bad-looking guy, Mr. Model.”

“I don’t have a thing for her. Would you quit it with that?”

Okay, bro,” his best friend replied dubiously. “De Nile isn’t just a river in Egypt.”

“I’m hanging up, now.”

Aw, come on, Adrien, that was fu-”

He hung up, his face falling into his pillow in exasperation.

“I’m doomed,” he groaned.

“Looks like it!” called Plagg from somewhere in the room.

“Not helping.”

The Kwami grinned. “I try.”

And so, with no way out of his own condemnation, Adrien went over to Marinette’s house the next afternoon, a cloud hanging over his head like the blade of a Cringe Guillotine. He knocked on the door as his bodyguard drove away, stomach lurching. No one to protect him, this time.

Marinette answered, and he nearly fell backward with the jolt seeing her brought, though he had been sitting just in front of her not hours before.

“….hey,” she greeted, her voice a little strange.

“Hey, there,” he returned, looking away. Say it, he shouted to himself. Just tell her the truth!

“You want to come in?” She took a stumble of a step backward to clear the way for him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said.

Oh my god, just tell her!

“Um-” he stammered. “Marinette, I kind of-”

“Sorry for bothering you to come over today,” she sighed, starting up the stairs. Hesitantly, he followed. “I’ve just missed a good chunk of school, recently, and now we’ve got this huge test coming up, worth more than half of our grade. It might as well be a final exam.”

“….wow.” That didn’t help. “I’m sorry.”

She smiled dismissively and opened the door to her room. “It’s my own fault. Been out sick a lot.”

“I….get that, too,” he lied. Again with the lying. But, in his defense, it just so happened to be his cover for missing school when he was out patrolling.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised, and for a moment, his was irrationally terrified that she would somehow know he was lying.

“Uh, yeah,” he replied, trying to keep his voice from cracking with nerves.

“I thought I was the only one.”

“Well….I guess no-” Oh, god. His voice had cracked. He felt his ears burn, and tried not to notice Marinette biting her lip in restraint.

“Would you like some water?” she asked, after she had composed herself. “I should’ve asked earlier.”

Oh, thank god. A moment alone would be nice. “Yes, please,” he answered. “And you’re good; don’t worry.”

“Be right back.”

As she exited back down the stairs, Adrien plopped down into her desk chair, covering his face with one hand.

“Oh, my god,” he exhaled. “I’m an idiot.”

“And a liar,” Plagg added from his pocket.

“Keep your mouth shut. I’m- I’m working on it.”

“Well, kiddo, your deadline’s coming up pretty soon. I’d give it less than five minutes. Got a game plan?”

“I’ll….I’ll come up with something.”

“How about the truth?”

“If I can get myself to speak, then sure. I’m trying, anyway. In the meantime-”

The door opened. Marinette entered with two glasses of water, set them down on her desk, and pulled a stool to sit beside him.

“Were you on the phone just now?” she asked.

Without meaning to, his mouth curled up. He quickly relaxed it, hoping she hadn’t noticed. “Uh, yeah,” he told her. “My dad.”

Adrien!!! Stop lying!!!

“Oh, geez. You’re not in trouble for coming over, are you?”

Oh, boy, am I.

“No, no,” he assured her. “Not at all. He was just checking in. Making sure I was where I was supposed to be.”

“Oh, okay. I’m glad.”


Awkward silence. Adrien took a long, long drink of his water, practically emptying it in one go. Marinette followed soon after.

“Wow,” she noted. “I guess we’re both pretty thirsty.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Should I just grab us a whole pitcher?”

He noticed, with a wave of slight relief, that it seemed as though she were as reluctant to start their tutoring as he was. He nodded, and she was gone again, just like that.

“Wow,” Plagg laughed, “you’ve made it this far. Maybe you can just keep asking for more water until you have to go home.”

“You’re not funny,” Adrien grumbled. “I’m gonna tell her. When she gets back. I swear, I’m going to tell her. I don’t want to lie to her.”

“Cause you like her?”

“Yeah, ‘cause- wait, no, Plagg, because she’s my friend and always honest with me, and she deserves the same from my end.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Just shut up. I can’t tell her my dad called twice in a row; she’ll get worried.”

“Well, then, you could say you have to go home!”

“But….” Well, he couldn’t argue with that.

“What, do you not want to go home?”

Adrien was quiet. Marinette opened the door, once more, with a pitcher and tray.

“Okay,” she said, “water problem’s solved.” She took a seat, once more, placing the glasses on the tray and putting the tray beside them. “Now….”

Adrien’s mouth curled once more as he looked away. He was definitely in trouble.

Marinette cleared her throat. “We should. Get to work. I’ve only got a week, after all.”

“Right. Uh, get a notebook or something. It might be helpful.”

“Of course. Silly me.” She reached down and grabbed her back, pulling onto her lap to look through it. Adrien watched her, his mind racing.

Okay, man, now or never. Now or never. Do something or come out with it.

She pulled out her notebook and pen.

Do something!! Now!!

He rushed forward.

Marinette stumbled off of her stool, dropping the pen.

Okay, so we’re doing this. Okay.

Instead of telling Marinette the truth, or doing anything within that range of reason, Adrien had, on impulse, opted to kiss her.

And he continued to kiss her, because something warm began to spread in his hands and throat. Marinette kissed him back. The situation began to shift, entirely.

Oh, my god, we’re doing this. Pull away, now, man, you’re in too deep.

Adrien craned himself to reach her more easily, and then took her by the waist and guided her to his chair, where she rested one knee. She held his head in her hands, tangling her fingers into his hair.

Adrien!!!! Abort mission, abort, abort!!!

He breathed in her scent, inhaling sunshine and pastries, and tasted her breath. His hands slipped into her hair, the silky strands of raven gliding across his knuckles, and he enjoyed the entire sensation of her all too much. He couldn’t stop himself.


Oh, shut the hell up.

They broke away for a moment to breathe, Marinette resting her forehead on his. She opened her mouth, beginning to form words, but before any could escape her, Adrien moved forward once more, hands on her hips to keep her from falling. He then, for some reason, thought it would be a wonderful idea to lift her onto her desk- likely following the same train of logic he’d had when he’d initiated the kiss in the first place. Marinette, startled, held onto his neck as he rose.

And then, when he moved forward, they crashed into the full goddamn pitcher of water, which caused Marinette to jump and fall forward, toppling over Adrien, just in time for the pitcher to hit her on the back.

Adrien stared at the ceiling, his mouth more curled and straight than it had ever been.

They lay there for a moment, hearts pounding, faces burning, legs freezing, breath absent, in shock and bewilderment. Marinette didn’t bother raising her face from his chest.

Well, you’ve done it now, Adrien. Bravo.

Please, shut up.

And then his phone rang. Really and actually.

Marinette picked herself up, blinking. “You get that,” she told him. “I’ll go get some towels.”

She left. Plagg, soaking wet and shivering, flew out of Adrien’s pocket as he checked the caller I.D. Natalie.

“Okay, you’re paying for this, lover boy-”

“Hush.” He started the call. “Hello?”

“Adrien, your curfew’s in thirty minutes. Where have you been?”

“Uhhh…..” Lying, repeatedly asking for water, and then making out with a girl to stall time. Mostly. “Tutoring a friend.”

“Well, wrap it up. Your father won’t be happy if you’re home late, again. I’ve already sent the limo.”

“….Right. I’ll be out as soon as it gets here. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at home. Good-bye.”


Marinette returned, her arms full. “Was that your dad, again?” she asked.

“His secretary, actually. She says I should get home, soon.”

“Oh.” She set down the towels onto her bed. “Well, you can head off now, if you need to.”

Adrien rose, not meeting her eyes. “No, I can’t just leave you to clean up my mess.”

Our mess, if anything.” She smiled ruefully. “It’d be fine. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

In spite of himself, Adrien chuckled, grabbing a towel.

“Pretty sure I’m already past the point of no return,” he laughed, wiping down her desk. “Might as well clean up at least some of the aftermath.”

“Let me help,” she insisted, covering the floor. “I had a hand in it.”

“An unwilling accomplice isn’t really an accomplice,” he argued.

“And yet here I am,” she retorted. That brought an incredulous grin from him. She pretended not to see him as he glanced at her in disbelief.


Loud honking from outside. Adrien’s phone buzzed.

“Looks like that’s me,” he sighed. “Can I do anything else to help, before I go?”

“You should just go. I’m mostly done, here. Thanks for the help.”

He shook his head. “I…don’t think I was much help, actually. Sorry.”

She found the courage to meet his eyes and smile. “It’s not your fault,” she told him. “Don’t worry about it.”


Another honk.

She winked at him, the expression stopping his heart for a moment.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Text me later, alright?”

“Right.” He smiled back. “Thanks, for everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And with that, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. Natalie was not going to be happy with him.

Thankfully, he made it home before his father. Natalie had only a few stern words for him, but she was otherwise dismissive of the whole affair. Adrien retreated to his room in utter relief.

He was about to crash onto his bed and fall into some much-needed sleep when his phone began to ring, again. With a sigh, he answered Nino’s call.


So, how’d your little rendezvous go? You tell her the truth, or what?


Dude, what? So what did you do, learn Swedish in less than twenty-four hours?


Did you even show up?


So what did you do?! How the hell did you get out of that one??

Adrien took a deep breath to brace himself for the reaction he knew was going to come out of this, sooner or later.

“I….made out with her.”

And, of course, Nino died of laughter. Of course.

You can’t be serious!!

“Dead serious, man.”

Ohhh, my god!!! So you finally admit you like her?

“…I’m tired.”

Oh, come on. Did she at least kiss you back?


Was it good?

“Yeah. Definitely.”

You guys gonna go steady now, or what?

“I have no idea, dude. Can I just get some rest?”

Okay, okay. Take your time. Just know you’re going to have to face her tomorrow. So, have fun with that.”

“Bye, Nino.”

Later, Romeo.”

The last thing he heard before hanging up was, of course, the guffaws of his best friend.

Anyway, Nino’s near-offensive ridicule aside, he had one last thing to do before going to sleep, he’d realized. He switched apps on his phone, Plagg leaving his pocket for his cheese box below the bed.

“You’d better get me some good stuff next time you go shopping,” he said, his face full. “In return for your behavior, today.”

“Fine, Plagg, whatever.”

Marinette. The name read from his contact list in clear, inevitable letters.

“Texting your girlfriend?” Plagg asked, a giggle in his voice.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“And you’re not Chat Noir.”

“Oh, shut up, will you?”

The last thing he’d sent her was a photo of their homework, weeks ago. He opened their chat.

“Gonna tell her the truth?”

He didn’t answer.

Him: hey, marinette.

Her: oh, hey! that was fast. what’s up?

Him: I gotta tell you something

Her: what’s that?

Him: I….don’t really know Swedish.

Her: …I know.


Him: what?????

Her: it was kinda obvious, when you kissed me. that’s why you did it, right?

Him:…yeah. sorry.

Her: it’s totally fine. I just don’t get why you would lie to me about that, of all things. it’s so silly.

Him: I’m sorry. I just wanted to be helpful.

Her: you’re already plenty helpful. just by being you.

Him: and sorry I kissed you, and spilled water on us, and everything

Her: don’t worry about any of it. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.

Him:.….right. see you at school.

And, closing his phone and lying on his side, Adrien knew immediately that he would get absolutely no sleep that night.

“You wanna admit it now?” 

“Oh, shut up,” he said for the nth time that day. Nevertheless, he knew Plagg was right.

He was, without a doubt, past the point of no return, now.

AN: And back home, Marinette is internally, externally, eternally screaming.

This one’s a little more fluffy. I just can’t get over Adrien being an awkward dork around Mari. Like, of course he’s in love with Ladybug, but, come on?? He so obviously has a crush on Marinette, too, and it’s so cute to see. Silly, silly boy in De Nile. Also, R.I.P. in piece Nino.

hope you guys enjoyed this! Feel free to reblog and reply, if you want to.

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First Kiss - Bellamy Blake Imagine

hey guys! my name’s georgia and yeah, a new writer on Alice’s account xx

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 933

Warnings: none that I know of

“You know he’s gonna kill you right?” Octavia said sitting down on the edge of her given bed. “He won’t even know, I’ll be better by morning.” She replied, acting as if she wasn’t even the slightest bit worried. “You two literally tell each other everything, see each other everyday, you’re practically dating. As if he’s gonna find out.” Octavia scoffed.

It was a hunting party. Thankfully for your sake that wasn’t led by Bellamy, that mistook you for a wild animal. A knife, skidded across your calf, creating an oddly deep cut. “You’ll scar, and you’re extremely lucky you didn’t bleed out being that far away from camp.” Abby lightly scolded her. She wouldn’t justify why she were that far away. Well, she could, but she didn’t want to.

“Why were you that far out of camp (Y/N)?” Abby sighed, asking the million dollar question. “I’d like to know too.” A deep voice entered the Arkadia med bay. Both the females in front of (Y/N) went silent, tightlipped. “I have other patients.” Abby excused herself. “I just don’t want to be here.” Octavia said getting up from her bed. “Go easy on her, Bell.” She patted her brother’s shoulder before walking out.

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27 and 30 with half sack?

You were already at your car, hand on the door when Half Sack’s voice rang out across the lock, your name echoing.


You looked up to see him standing at the entrance of the clubhouse with Jax and Happy, both shoving him off and towards you, he looked back at them for a moment before starting to jog over towards you. You smiled at him as he ran over, wondering what it was that he had to say to you. You’d been in the clubhouse all morning helping Gemma restock the storage for future lockdowns and he’d followed you around all day, making sure to be there in case you needed help. You wondered what it was that he had forgotten to say to you the whole day you were there. He slowed down as he finally made it up close to you, his hand rubbing along the back of his neck as he came to finally stand in front of you, his posture rigid and tense.

“Yeah Kip?”


He still said nothing, glanding back at the guys that were still at the table. They waved him off but stood none the less, leaving and going inside to give you your privacy. They knew the kid was nervous enough as it was without them peering at him. Once he saw them gone, he turned back to you, letting out an awkward laugh as he saw you staring expectantly at him.

“I uh, I just uh wanted to ask you something. Or tell you something really. I mean I could ask you too but I meant tell you.”

He began to stumble over his words and you laughed lightly, finding it endearing. You stopped as he reddened though.

“I wasn’t laughing at you Kip I was just, you’re really cute.”

His eyes widened at your words and looked like they could pop pout of his head.

“Really? You think I’m cute?”

Suddenly he winced, nervously shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, you meant like adorable cute. Yeah. I get it now, sorry.”

You shook your head, looking him in the eyes.

“No, I meant cute as in cute. As in I find you attractive.”

His eyes widened again and he stared at you, unable to believe you. For sure you were just teasing him. Tig had probably paid you to bust his balls, or ball, and it was all just joke. He began to have his doubts though as you licked your lips and took a couple of steps closer until your noses were practically touching.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to annoy you or anything. I just wanted to come and say bye before you- “

Kiss me.”

He stared forwards at you, tripping over the words that were trying to come out of his mouth.

“Excu-Excuse me?”

Leaning forward just that little bit more, your nose brushed against his as you repeated yourself.

“I said, kiss me.”

He looked into your eyes to see if there was any sign that you were joking, but he found none and decide to go in for the kill, slowly pressing his lips to yours. The kiss started off slow, the first couple seconds spent by him waiting for you to pull away with a laugh and say you were joking. That never came though, and as the seconds counted on, Kip realized you had actually wanted him to kiss you. It was that realization that seemed to kick something off in him. Suddenly his arms were going around your waist, his hands flat against your back and pulling your body towards his, his shoulders relaxing. His kiss went from soft pecks to full kisses, slow and sensual and he nibbled at your lip before sucking at it gently as he pulled away.

Only for a second though as he went back in quickly, a much more dominant man beginning to manifest himself. It wasn’t long before you started to feel more like the prey than the predator that you’d thought you were a good 10 seconds ago. Fine with the change of events, you let yourself relax in his arms, letting him have all the control. And he took it. He also took your hair within his hand as he grabbed you by the back of the head, holding you in place as he continued to kiss you, the passion nearly taking your breath away. And just as suddenly as it had started, it ended, him letting go of your hair and pulling away from you, both of you out of breath.

That was unexpected.”

Whistles and hollers caught both of your attention and you turned to look at the clubhouse, Jax and Hap back now with Tig, Chibs, Bobby and even Gemma.

And just like that, he was back to shy old Half Sack.

“I uh, wow. Sorry about that, I just, I got a little too into it I guess.”

“Don’t apologize. That was probably the bet kiss I’ve had in ages.”

The prospects eyes lit up and he smiled bashfully.

“well I’ll uh, let you get home now. Bye Y/N.”

You nodded and began to get into your car as he headed back to the clubhouse. Starting it up and pulling out of the lot, you laughed as you took one last look over, all the Sons roughhousing with him no doubt in trying to get details.

Trying Something New (Male ReaderxDean)

Request: male reader and Dean for  almost-timelord-almost-human

Warnings: lots of smut, male reader

Words: 2201

Note: This is my first male reader one shot so sorry if it sucks!! Also if you don’t like gay smut…don’t read it! This was actually super hot and wow like…I’m so flustered I love it X

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“I’m Older Now, I’m More Mature”Pt. 1/3 [Dylan O’brien]

Part 2  Part 3

Word Count: 1,484

Warning: Small Age Gap + Smut

Y/L: Your Location

Y/N: Your Name


It had been six years since you’ve talked to Dylan. Before he was famous, he used to babysit you. You were thirteen at the time and you had a crush on Dylan. It was silly to think about that now, you didn’t even see him. From time to time you would call or text him, but nothing more. Right when he got casted on teen wolf, people started to notice him more, your mom had to tell you he couldn’t babysit anymore considering he always had a busy schedule. 

Now you were eighteen and he was twenty-four. Not that it mattered, but it just made you realize he he hasn’t visited in a while. He was a very close family friend. You didn’t need babysitting anymore obviously, I mean you practically had your own apartment now.

You decided to dial Dylan like you always did to catch up on stuff every month or two. The phone started calling until he picked up after ten seconds. “Hello?” His low raspy voice went through the phone. He sounded tired, “I’m sorry were you asleep?” You heard him laugh. “Well yeah but you were my alarm for this morning, it was supposed to go off right now.” 

“I’m sorry Dyl, I can call back another tim-”

“Y/N don’t be. I missed my favorite little prankster. Although she doesn’t sound so little anymore. I haven’t seen you in the longest.” It was true. You pulled pranks on Dylan all the time. The memory amused you.

“When will you have a chance to visit?” You smiled hoping he would say soon or something, but you didn’t expect it. An actors’ life was really busy.

“I’m glad you ask because I’m actually in your state. Where’s your location? I can come over after shooting which will end around eight pm. Would that be okay?” You felt excitement rush through you.

“I don’t even know where your mother lives now.”

“Uh she lives in the same place, but I don’t. My address is (YL)” You chuckled as you finished telling him the directions.

He was silent for a couple of seconds, “Wow I have missed out on a lot.”

After talking for a couple more minutes, he had to go and shoot his teen wolf scenes. You couldn’t wait to see your old friend. You missed him, you were finally going to catch up in person.


It was eight forty as a knock was heard at the door. You couldn’t stop smiling knowing it was Dylan, but just to make sure you looked through the peephole. It was him in the flesh, he was looking around probably debating if it was the right place or not. You’ve always seen him in some movies like the maze runner, and you loved teen wolf. But seeing him again in person was strange now, a good strange.

You unlocked the door as your hand moved the handle to the other side. He stared at your direction once the sound of the door was heard. He looked at you as his mouth seemed to open a little. His eyes scanned your body up and down. “Uh sorry do you know a young lady named Y/N that lives around here?” You laughed thinking he was joking. Dylan was dumbfounded not knowing what was happening. “Funny, come here Dylan.” 

“How do you always know when I’m joking.” Dylan felt embarrassed, he actually didn’t think it was you. When he first saw you he was stunned he recognized your face a little except you now did your eyebrows and makeup but your body was something new to him. You were completely oblivious because of the happiness you were feeling.

You embraced him for a long time. His arms wrapped around you tightly. Dylan could feel your boobs pressed against him as he felt guilt for even thinking about your breasts or butt. Not only that, he truly admired your beautiful face. He could only see you as a kid back then, I mean you were thirteen? It would be so weird and uncomfortable if he did. But now, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much you changed.

You were both inside as you strolled to the kitchen and tried to offer him something. “Beer?”

“Since when do you drink beer?” His protective side was coming out. You smirked, “Since I became an adult. I’m older now Dyl, I’m more mature.” You winked thinking nothing about it. He however kept wondering why you meant by that. Has she already gotten drunk? “I can see that.” He mumbled as you laughed still oblivious what he meant by that. “Yes I have had sex before too.” You blurted out bluntly like you usually do.

Dylan stared at you in shock not knowing what to say so you changed the subject.

“Movie night?” In movie nights when Dylan babysitted you, he always stayed over because your mom was working at night. Now it’s because it would cause too much trouble to leave at midnight all the way to the hotel he was staying in. “Movie night.” He smiled. 

“Okay I’ll set up your guest bedroom as long as you put a movie in.” He nodded as he made himself to the leaving room. Ten minutes later, you were eating your way through popcorn watching the movie.

After the movie was over a commercial played a song you and Dylan loved back then. You both stared at each other and grinned. You put the song on bluetooth and started to sing a long with Dylan.

The song was ‘Fit But You Know It’ The Streets.

“-But there’s just one little thing that’s really really really really annoying me about you see, Yeah Yeah Like I said you are really fit, but my gosh don’t you know it.” Dylan tried to make the accent the guy had which caused you to laugh.

“I’m not trying to pull you, even though I would like to, I think you are really fit, you’re fit but my gosh don’t you know it!” You both sang along like old times dancing around in the living room.

As the song finished you laughed resting on the couch in relaxation. “Oh my gosh.” Sudden cramps get to you when you dance sometimes, it happens rarely but you got them today. You finished your period two weeks ago so they were just cramps. These cramps were getting to you though.

“What’s wrong?”

You squirmed a little in pain. “Nothing, my stomach hurts a little it will go away.”

“Do you want me to rub it like I used to?” You nodded thankful for his kind gesture. “Let’s get you to your room so you can lay down.”

You followed his orders as you went on to your bed as he followed behind. You took of your hoodie off that you didn’t really need. You forgot you weren’t wearing a bra and you didn’t notice. Dylan did though, he saw you and tried not to stare at your nipples that were see through. As you laid down, he sat next to your stomach. 

You pulled your shirt up a little so he could start rubbing your stomach. His eyes never leaving you, he set his hands on your belly rubbing it softly. His hands were warm, five minutes go by and your cramps started disappearing. They were replaced with a churn in your stomach to what Dylan’s hands were making you feel.

His eyes were still on your belly, unaware of your thinking. You always used to get belly rubs from Dylan but you never felt anything before. It was innocent back then. But now, you couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like if Dylan’s hands were roaming your whole body.

Your thoughts immediately stopped as you were snapped back to reality when Dylan’s hand accidentally made contact with your nipple. “Oh my God I am so sorry-” Before he could ramble on and take his hand away. You grabbed it and placed it back to your breast. He licked his lips as he didn’t hesitate, it only made him put the other hand on your other boob. 

He gave you a hungry look as his head started to lean into you and give delicate kisses to your belly. You closed your eyes, not believing he actually had the same desires as you. His lips went further up as they hooked to one of your nipples. A moan escaped your mouth. “This is so wrong,” You breathed. “But it feels so right.” He finished your sentence as he stared down at your lips. He connected the gap between the two of you as his tongue now entered your mouth. 


sorry for mistakes, I was doing this late at night but if I stopped writing it, I feel like I would forget my ideas so here it is sloppy sorry!

interrupted (M) part III

pairing: reader x ???

genre: honestly idefk anymore, there so much angst but some fluff and also like a hint of smut? idek…lol sorry.

summary: part 3 of this fucked up jikook love triangle, lol idk why you guys are even reading this trash

word count: 3.5k (specifics 3,522)

warnings/triggers: Alcohol, swearing all that x-rated shit…

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anonymous asked:

2p allies reaction to an S/O, after dating for a while, professing that they had a fear of falling in love, but dating them really showed them true love is real?

2p! America: “Wow, doll… I never thought I could do that for someone..” He’s really emotional. He’s always thought of himself as something small and worthless, and this made him feel a heck of a lot happier.

2p! Canada: “Oh, uh, you’re welcome?” He’s awkward with emotions. He’s touched, truly he is, but how do you show that???

2p! England: He can’t even form words. He’s just squealing and crying. It’s so precious and touching, how could he not??

2p! France: “Alright.” Uncaring. Prick ass. He loves you and all, but he’s not into that lovey dovey fairytale shit.

2p! Russia: “………Nice.” Warm fuzzy feelings. He likes it. He likes you. He likes knowing he did that for you.

2p! China: “OH SHIT. I’M LIKE A PRINCE.” He’s so into it. Thinks he’s the greatest man alive and he’s so proud of himself. Kisses everywhere, hugging. All that shit.

mcfly you have saved my very life by sending this!!!! of course!!!! all the stuff im gonna type stems from the idea that dr claw was the original inspector gadget or the more professional and less silly name JOHN BROWN….. (IRVING j. brown to be exact hhsdhfushg) ok like

there he is! one of the best inspectors around!!!! like seriously…hes super smart and was WAY good at his job!!! chief quimby was totally like “whoa…love this guy” a lot? but as fate had it he was in uhhh a pretty horrible car accident? like so bad literally everyone thought he was dead and gone but he? wasnt? he was just super hurt and ended up getting a bunch of cool scars……but his hands were finished! kaput! he had to get cool robotic ones to slip on!

and honestly john is a pretty sensible guy but he absolutely lost it once he realized he was replaced. like literally…in every part of his life…because they made a fucken REPLICA of him!!!! obviously there is a huge difference between them personality wise but who cared! john was back!!! except john super cared…..it made him angry and bitter the more he had to watch that goofball mess up his life? so eventually after brooding for like ever (and resting because his entire body hurts like ALL the time now) hes like wow you know what…i am going to kill this guy. 

truly the face of evil….(or a man who had everything taken from him) but uh yeah years later he really does meet gadget face to face and its not pretty because all of that built up hate has been focused on him so…yikes!!! he does a lot of thinking after that and a few more not so nice interactions go down before he realizes that its not really gadgets fault? like the dude legitimately thought he was john brown, just enhanced after his little accident…..so theres a lot of uncomfortable confrontations before john is like ok. this robot is alright. hes still grumpy and looks deluxe evil but he smiles like once a week. baby steps

theres more to all this and whatever and obviously its just me having fun with it, but!!! its just what i love to think! thanks!!! :^) @doritofalls