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Drunken Confessions

Requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Can you do 22 and 80 with a Gaston x reader pretty please?" 

 22. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." 

 80. "How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?" 

 Plot: Y/N goes to the tavern to get her mind off of things, and accidentally has one too many drinks and confessed her feelings of Gaston to Le Fou. 

Warnings: Alcohol and swearing. 

This week has been absolute hell. First, my favorite dress got stuck on a bush while I was walking through the forest and ripped, I burnt my hand whilst putting another log in the fireplace, and to top it all off, my boyfriend James cheated on me with my ‘friend’. So understandably, I needed a drink to forget the week’s events. As I head into the tavern, I notice that there’s not as many people as usual. Even better, so less people will see me drunk. I walk over to the counter and sit down on a stool. 

"Rough week for you?” The bartender asks me. 

“You have no idea.” I say with a sigh. “Give me your strongest drink.” I say as I hand him some money. He hands me a glass of whiskey. I down the golden liquid, enjoying its bitter taste sliding down my throat. As I ask for another, someone sits in the stool next to me. 

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Neighbors - Part 7: Meeting the Team

A/N: I had some issues with this one, but I think I finally worked through it.
Warnings: Slight smut? I’m not sure you’d really call it smut but anyway. Enjoy my dears (I hope)

Tags: @xinhaleredveinsx
As always, let me know if you want to be added or removed. :)

The time had come. You heard a knock and went to open the door to let Luke in while you finished up getting ready. Oh my! He looked really good. I mean he looked good everyday but he looked especially yummy tonight. He was wearing dark wash jeans that were just the right fit (you couldn’t wait to check out his bum) and a black button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, which was one of your favorite looks on a guy.

You realized you had just been staring so you choked out a hi then told him you’d be ready in a second. Luke just nodded.

As you walked back toward your bedroom, Luke was trying to recover. You looked absolutely stunning wearing a burgundy v-neck halter dress fitted at the waist then flaring into an A-line skirt that ended a couple of inches above your knee. You’d paired it with t-strap heels in black, wearing your hair up in stylish, messy bun with a few wisps of hair framing your face.

You returned, having finished up your makeup and grabbing a small clutch for your phone, ID, cash, and keys. Luke was still standing in the doorway where you’d left him, staring at you with his mouth hanging open. You walked up to him and used a finger to push his chin up closing his mouth. “You’re going to catch flies, Agent Alvez,” you said with a laugh.

Luke surprised you by placing a kiss just at the corner of your mouth. “You look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. Just beautiful.”

You blushed and said, “You’re looking pretty fine yourself, Luke.”

His brain finally seemed to catch up and he asked, “Wait, did you just call me Agent Alvez?”

You were hoping he hadn’t noticed that. It was just a spur of the moment thing. “Um, yeah, I guess I kinda did,” you replied, a little embarrassed.

“I kind of liked it.”

You had been looking down, and jerked your head up to see a very mischievous grin on his face. You shook your head at him, pushing him out the door. He grabbed your hand on the way out of the building, holding it all the way to his truck.


You arrived at the bar, and was about to ask if Luke saw his friends when you saw a cute blonde in a colorful dress waving her arms. You pointed and asked if that was one of his friends. He gave a short laugh, then headed toward the blonde. You made a mental note to ask what that was about. For now, you followed him noticing the others gathered with the blonde woman. You also took a moment to check out his bum in those jeans. Yep, looking just as good as you had thought it would.

You arrived at the table, and the blonde greeted Luke with, “Hey, newbie. We were beginning to think you weren’t going to make it.”

“Newbie?” You asked Luke. He just shook his head, rolled his eyes, and said he’d explain later. You guessed that’s what that little laugh earlier was about.

Luke then made introductions. There was no way you were going to remember all of those names. But you nodded and said hi to everyone. Someone had already ordered shots so everyone took one. All of the ladies decided to hit the dance floor and dragged you along. You glanced at Luke, but he just waved you on your way.

You had a great time dancing with all of the ladies. You had been dancing for a while so you all decided to go back to the tables to check in with the guys and rest for a while. You had a chance to talk to some of them for a while, which helped you learn their names. You were fascinated with the tall, slender guy, Spencer. He could just start rambling facts about any topic, and you noticed you and Luke were the only ones hanging on his every word. You guessed he did that a lot. Rossi and Tara talked with each other about classic cars. Walker, who was actually newer to the team than Luke, mostly just talked to Emily, who was apparently also everyone else’s boss. Penelope, the blonde who had waved you over, continued to rib Luke, but he seemed to give back as much as he got. It was kind of funny, and you were definitely pulling more info from him later. JJ was such a sweetheart and showed you photos of her kids. You could tell she was a proud mom.

You had been sitting at the table for a while and really wanted to dance with Luke, so finally leaned over and asked him to dance with you. He nodded, and you led him through the throng of dancers. As you hit the dance floor, ‘Marvin Gaye’ by Charlie Puth started playing.

You put your arms around Luke’s neck while he placed his at your waist, and you swayed to the music.

Woah, there’s loving in your eyes
That pulls me closer
It’s so subtle, I’m in trouble
But I’d love to be in trouble with you

Luke grip your waist and pulled you closer.

You got to give it up to me
I’m screaming mercy, mercy please
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on

You leaned closer, nuzzling his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist. There was no space between you, your bodies pressed together as you swayed together, completely oblivious to everyone else.

Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on
You got the healing that I want
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on, babe
You got to give it up to me
I’m screaming mercy, mercy please
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on
Just like they say it in a song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on

The song ended, and another began. The two of you continued to sway, not really paying attention to the music playing. Luke put his mouth to your ear. “Ready to leave?”

A chill shot down your spine at the feel of his lips on your ear. All you could do was nod.

You walked back to the table to say your goodbyes. Apparently, they had noticed the two of you on the dance floor because several of them had raised eyebrows and smirks on their faces. No one said anything other than goodbye making you sigh in relief. You grabbed your bag, then linked hands with Luke.


The ride back to your apartment complex was filled with sexual tension. You were still holding hands, Luke rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t know exactly how this night would end, but you knew you and Luke would definitely be more than neighbors or friends.

Luke walked you to your door. You unlocked it, and making a quick decision, pulled Luke into your apartment. He kicked the door shut behind him, reaching for you. He pulled you to him, and placed a light kiss on your lips. That was all the encouragement you needed.

You deepened the kiss, pulling him towards your couch. His lips were just as amazing as you’d imagined they’d be, soft and plump. You fell back onto the sofa, pulling Luke on top of you.

You continued kissing, then Luke dropped his head down, kissing and nibbling your ear and neck. You pushed your fingers through his hair, which was so soft, and pulled his mouth back to yours.

Luke began to run his hands down your body, stopping to squeeze your hips, then continuing down your legs. He found the hem of your dress, slipping a hand underneath and caressing your thigh.

You had moved your hands from his hair down toward his back, lightly scratching his neck with your nails causing him to moan. His hand continued to travel up your thigh. When he reached the top of your thigh, his hand moved to the back of your thigh and slipped higher, squeezing. You groaned, sliding your hands down his back and pulling him closer to you.

In your mind you were thinking you should slow down, but everything felt so good. His hands felt wonderful, caressing your body and making it very difficult to have a coherent thought. And did you mention those luscious lips of his?

You both finally had to come up for air. You both lay there, breathing hard. Luke must have sensed that you were hesitant about continuing because he sat up, pulling you with him. He sat in the corner of the sofa, pulling you to him so that your head rested on his chest. You sat in silence for a moment, him rubbing your shoulder while you cuddle up next to him.

Finally he said, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to rush you.”

“Oh god. Luke, no. You didn’t rush me. I…I was enjoying the moment, but I…I guess in the end I do want to take it slow. We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks, and I don’t want to screw things up by rushing this. Does that sound stupid?” You asked, looking up at him.

Luke smiled and pushed a stray hair out of your face, “Of course it isn’t stupid. I actually feel the same way. I care a lot about you, and I definitely want to see where it goes. We can go as slow or fast as you want.”

You laughed, and he realized how the last thing he said sounded and laughed too. You raised up and kissed his cheek, saying, “I care about you too, Luke.”

It’s a few days after their last shore leave that Bones first notices Jim wincing and favoring his left arm, but at the time he says nothing, restraining himself with the reminder that He’s a grown-ass man. If something’s wrong, he knows to report to sickbay.

This is, of course, wishful thinking. Three days later Jim only seems to be getting worse, and the slight flush in his cheeks makes Bones worry he could have a fever. It takes another day- and Jim dropping a whole tray of food due to the pain- for Bones to cave and haul him away by the good arm.

“’M fine,” Jim argues from across sickbay, but his teeth are clenched and he’s gripping his right forearm.

“Are you gonna let me look at it or do I have to sedate you?” Bones says, waving his hypo threateningly. Jim mumbles something at the floor, but reluctantly he rolls up his sleeve and holds the arm out for the doctor’s examination.

It’s awful. There’s scabbing, and an unnatural green-and-red tinge clouding the skin, the whole area inflamed. When he discerns the thin tracings of black ink somewhere under the mess, Bones realizes what he’s looking at.

“You got a tattoo?”

“It wasn’t supposed to look like this.”

“Well, no shit,” says Bones, carefully working a hand around Jim’s wrist to scrutinize the mark. “It’s infected, Jim. Badly. What the hell did the guy use, some mud and an old fork?”

“It seemed like an okay place,” Jim grumbles, still unable to meet Bones’ eyes.

“I mean, Jesus, I can’t even tell what it’s supposed to be,” he says, sparing it one last look before he turns to grab a tube of medicinal cream from the drawer behind him. He squints at the lines peeking out from behind the infection. “Is that an H?” Jim says something under his breath, staring at the floor again. “What?”

“It says Horatio.” Finally, he makes eye contact with Bones, as though daring him to turn and walk away.

The doctor blinks. “Great Shakespeare character.”

Bones.” But he just uncaps the tube and begins rubbing the salve over the distorted tattoo with a careful thumb.

“If you want to get it touched up,” he says, looking down at Jim’s arm, “I’ll take you somewhere reliable. And clean.” Jim doesn’t respond, but he leans into Bones’ shoulder while the doctor fixes him up, a little embarrassed and a little glad to be taken care of.

Bones keeps his promise. Next shore leave, he takes Jim out to a pre-approved, “respectable” tattoo parlor and sets him up with an artist. Shortly after, though, he disappears, and Jim winds up waiting for him, checking out his newly-repaired ink while he sits on the couch.

When Bones finally returns from the back of the place, his own right sleeve is rolled up to the elbow. “What’d you get?” Jim asks, jumping up from the bench with a little too much enthusiasm. “Let me see.”

Rolling his eyes, Bones extends his arm for Jim’s inspection. There, in exactly the same spot as his own, fresh black letters spell out the name Tiberius

This started as an idea of exploring Slav’s alternate-reality-vision-powers (that may or may not be real powers, but I just like to think they are because that would be the cOOLEST THING EVER) that turned into Keith and Slav talking about Shiro and ended with some Klance thrown in for good measure //jazz hands//

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Keith hovered in front of the door to Slav’s new workshop, wrestling with his decision to knock. He hadn’t had much to do with the strange little alien since the battle - he only knew that Allura had given Slav one of the rooms in the castle to use as his personal workshop while he was staying with them. He’d given no indication as to how long that might be however, and had just accepted the gift with about as much gratitude as Keith expected.

(The Princess had said, “We owe you such a debt of gratitude Slav, please feel free to stay in the castle as long as you would like. This room is all yours. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

And Slav had replied with complete and total conviction, “Of course you couldn’t have done it without me. Without the gravity generator every single plan you had was doomed to fail.”)

Suddenly Keith felt even less sure about knocking.

But… He had questions that only Slav could answer. He’d been trying to put them to the back of his mind by keeping busy with all manner of Voltron things; Lion training, inter-planetry relations, cleaning up after the Galra, Bayard training, team building…… But as soon as he slowed down a persistent feeling of cold guilt would seep into his thoughts, twisting into a knot in his chest that only seemed to get bigger the more he pushed it away.

Where was Shiro? Could they have saved him? Would he come back? Should they be doing more to find him? What if he was waiting for them somewhere? How did he just disappear like that? Was it his fault? 

Keith placed a steadying hand onto the door frame, almost hyperventilating as the guilt swept over him all at once, tightening his chest and making it difficult to breathe. He knew it was almost irrational to blame himself for Shiro’s disappearance - but he just couldn’t stop himself from thinking he could have done more somehow. That’s just how he was. He hated that sometimes you were just powerless to stop certain things from happening.

The door whooshed open then and Keith jumped backwards in surprise, caught off guard by being so deep into his thoughts.

“Your hovering outside the door is very distracting.” The little alien’s eyes were wide and he wrung the top set of his hands, keeping the others pushed into their sleeves. “You could have knocked and disturbed me right in the middle of a thought, and then it could have flown right out of my head and I would never be able to get it back. So I’ve been having to think very unimportant things while I waited for you to knock, but I felt a good idea coming on and just decided to let you in.”

Keith recovered from the initial shock but was still only barely able to process what Slav was trying to explain, and felt his eyebrows furrow in a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Now he remembered just how strange he was. Without another word, Slav turned around and scuttled back to a large pile of blueprints and papers scattered across the floor. The room was spacious; various screens and machines lined the walls, and though there was a large table in the centre the papers on it had spilled over on the floor and nearly covered every available space, like he had too many ideas all at once. Keith looked down at a small pile near his feet and saw half-finished schematics and notes. He supposed he should take the invitation to enter, but he’d only set a foot into the room when Slav looked back up, his eyes even wider, and frantically waved all his hands.

“Ah! No no no! Don’t go that way! You might step on one of the papers and it could rip and that one might be the key to solving everything. Or you might slip on it and hit your head and die! There’s definitely a reality where that happens.”

Keith had stopped mid-step and changed his course to move through the right side of the room instead, but stopped again at a distressed squeak from Slav. He just about resisted the urge to sigh with frustration.

“How about you tell me which way I can go through the room where nothing bad happens? I need to talk to you, and it can’t wait, so just point me in the right direction.”

Slav considered this for a moment, though he still looked slightly flustered, and finally gestured to the left. “If you go that way there won’t be many realities where something bad happens. I’d say ninety percent you’re okay. Maybe ninety three percent.” He turned away and placed his hands over his eyes. “I can’t watch!”

Keith took a deep breath and took the opportunity to walk quickly across the centre of the room while Slav wasn’t watching, almost laughing at the idea of taking his fate into his own hands by just going the way he was originally going to go. He knew it was fairly childish to go that way just because he was told not to, and to ignore Slav’s strange warnings, especially since nobody was quite sure whether Slav could actually ‘see’ these realities or was just making up what he considered to be the worst possible outcome. He was always ranting about alternate realities and the dire consequences of seemingly insignificant actions, but what if he could perceive these alternate spaces where things happen differently? Keith had to know.

Finally he tapped Slav on the shoulder and the little alien looked up at him in surprise. “Oh, you made it!”

“Of course I made it,” Keith began in a clipped voice, but took a breath and tried again in a softer tone, “I’m sorry I’m disturbing your work, but there’s something I need to ask you.”

Slav nodded, eyes closed, and put all of his hands in their sleeves. “You want to know about Shiro.”

“Yes! I -” Keith faltered. “How did you know?”

“Of course you want to know about Shiro, there’s not a single reality where you’re not consumed by guilt and grief over him. You all think I don’t notice these things, but I do….. But you also ask me about him in every single one too, and that’s probably the truer explanation.” Slav opened his eyes and looked at Keith with an expression of genuine sympathy.

Keith felt himself warm to the odd little alien, his previous irritation fading fast, but he was also very aware of the implications of what Slav had just said. “So you do see them.” He said with an edge of something like disbelief - though he wasn’t sure why he should struggle to believe in someone that could see alternate realities after he was made the pilot of a giant red magical robot lion. “The alternate realities you always talk about,” he continued, “you can actually see them?”

Slav tilted his head to one side, the tail at the end of his long body swishing back and forth as he thought. “Yes and no.” He finally answered.

“Yes and no…?” Keith echoed, feeling his irritation bubbling back up to the surface. “Well it doesn’t matter. I just need to know - does he always disappear? Do we ever save him? Does he ever come back to the castle with us after that battle?”

Slav sighed and rubbed his temples. “All the realities where we make it to that point, in none of them is Shiro in the castle afterwards.” (Keith tried not to dwell on the words ‘where we make it’.) “I think. I’m not entirely sure, it’s not like I just look at a screen in my brain and switch through the realities you know. It’s like flashes, feelings.” He folded his arms.

Keith almost visibly deflated, conflicted at feeling better knowing that he didn’t somehow miss an opportunity to save their leader, but feeling a sharp stab of pain that he’s still no closer to knowing what happened to him.

“I mean,” Slav suddenly continued, “if it’s something that happens in every reality then I’m more sure about it - like with Shiro. But that doesn’t happen all that often. All I know is if something terrible happens in just a few realities, or even just in one, then this could be the one it happens in! I don’t know it’s not going to be this one - I have to stop it from happening by removing any possible chance from every reality, it’s the only way.”  His eyes went wide again, and Keith felt like they’d gone a little off topic.

“So these things you’re sure about,” he began, trying to calm Slav back down, “do you know if Shiro is going to come back some day?”

“Hmm. I don’t know, it might be too far ahead. Or maybe it’s too different in too many realities.” Slav wrung his hands again, though his wild-eyed fervour was fading.

Keith hung his head and let a sad sigh escape his lips. “I didn’t think I’d get all the answers I needed anyway, but thanks for talking with me, Slav.”

“Of course, not a problem. I knew you were coming anyway, it was a dead certainty. Happens in every reality.”

“….. What else happens in every reality?” Keith asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.

Slav brightened up. “You Paladins are always the same. I get captured by the Galra. Shiro comes to save me. Though he has varying degrees of success… Hmm…” He rubbed his chin.

So Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro and himself were always the new Voltron Paladins? That was a comforting thought, to know that they always ended up as a team, regardless of the circumstances leading up to them all meeting, but he wondered if they got there differently sometimes; like maybe he stays in the Garrison in some realities? Or maybe he gets kicked out in all of them. Maybe Shiro and Pidge’s brother Matt never get captured by the Galra and Pidge finds another reason to join the Garrison, and then Shiro keeps both of his arms intact. What if Lance didn’t take his place as a pilot, if he never flunked out, and he didn’t form a team with Hunk and Pidge at all, or Hunk let his motion sickness get the better of him and left before Shiro returned to earth?…… Keith felt like he’d stumbled upon the yawning abyss of possibilities that Slav experienced.

“Hmm, what else… Altea is always lost to the Galra, and the Lions are always split apart, you always fall in love with the same person, and the planet -”

“Wait, wait… wait… I - what? - I fall in love with the same person?” Keith’s entire thought process came to a grinding halt.

“Oh yes. Every time, always the same person.” Slav said.

“I don’t - I’m not in love with anyone.” Keith could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, as the weight of what he’d just been told sank in.

Keith tried desperately to push away the image of blue eyes and a playful smile.

“Ohhh, this must be one of the times you haven’t realised it yet! I’m not telling you who it is! Don’t ask me - I can’t tell you!” Slav shook his head violently and bent down to the papers at his feet. “I have lots of work to do. Thank you, Paladin, good bye!”

Keith took the hasty, flustered dismissal as his cue to leave, still feeling the pounding of each heartbeat in his chest as he made a quick retreat out of the room, before Slav could recover enough to tell him he was going the wrong way across the papers again. He felt like his entire world had been shifted into a position he couldn’t tilt it back from. He was going to be part of a bond so strong that it transcended realities, and was forged under every single circumstance possible. How was he supposed to feel after learning something like that? How was he -

“Keith!” A shout dragged Keith slowly out of his thoughts, and he turned to see someone jogging down the long Castle corridor.

“Lance?” His emotions and thoughts were so heavy that his voice was unsure and almost hesitant.

“Don’t ‘Lance?’ me.” Lance spoke with a mock imitation of Keith’s deeper voice. “You’ve been gone for like, an hour-”

“It’s been twenty minutes, Lance.”  

“- and Hunk said he saw you heading off toward Slav’s, which I didn’t think was going to be true - because why would you want to hang out with Slav? - but you weren’t training or moping in your room so I thought I’d check it out anyway.”

Keith’s eyebrows drew together and he frowned. “I don’t mope in my room. And I wasn’t hanging out with Slav. I was asking him some questions.”

Lance shrugged, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and a smile tugged at his lips. “Look, nobody’s going to judge you for hanging out with him. You aliens gotta stick together or something, right?” Keith made a sharp offended gasp, which only made Lance’s smile even wider, and his voice full of warmth and barely suppressed laughter. He began to walk back down the corridor as he spoke again. “Anyway, I came to tell you that Hunk is trying something different with the food goo today and that you totally need to see what he comes up with. Can’t make it any worse! Anyway, I’ll see you later!” He threw over his shoulder as he launched into a sprint, finally letting out a snort of laughter.

“I don’t care what he does to that food goo Lance, I’m putting your face into a plate of it!” Keith followed quickly in pursuit, feeling the weight on his chest lighten, and his heavy thoughts lifting away as the sound of Lance’s laughter filled his ears and soothed his soul.

Blue eyes. Playful smile.


Be My Summer Girl

An upbeat, cutesy mix about falling for you best friend.
art: syrva


  1. What is This Feeling - Wicked the Musical
  2. I Think I like You - Donora
  3. My Best Friend’s Hot - The Dollyrots
  4. Jenny - Studio Killers
  5. I Want Her - Georgia Harris
  6. Cool for the Summer - Demi Lovato
  7. Girls Like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko
  8. This is Good - Hannah Georgas
  9. Shut Up and Dance (cover) - Veronkia Naumova
  10. Cheerleader (cover) - Official Tiana
  11. Froot - Marina and the Diamonds
  12. Heart on My Sleeve - Mary Lambert
  13. Summer Calvin Harris/Lana del Ray - Charity Vance
  14. Closer - Tegan and Sara
  15. Look What You Started - Megan & Liz
  16. Be My Thrill - The Weepies
  17. Super Honeymoon - Owl City
  18. Supernova Girl - Zenon
  19. Raw Sugar - Metric
  20. Dear One - Mary Lambert


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Originally posted by teyhyung



Hi! I was wondering if you want to write a Hoseok smut? Like, he comes form a really stressful day and (Y/N) helps him. And can you do it in Hoseok’s P.O.V? Thanks :) (i tried to do it on his pov but it felt too ewwwwwwww in description wise im sorry)

Characters: Jung Hoseok x Y/n

genre: SMUT 

description: “Use my body as your stress reliever”



The constant performances, the dance lessons he would give to his hyungs, over all the stress he had was piling up. Hoseok was coming home, well if he could call your apartment home,from another stressful day, exhausted and frustrated. “Y/n. I’m home.” He called out looking for you, you looked out of the kitchen door frame, “In here oppa.” You answered smiling at your best friend.

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Full Confession:

Luke’s wedding attire makes me mad. I love this guy, he’s my favorite marriage candidate (right up next to Nami who is #1), but he dresses so bad. Like, we’re getting married Luke. Why are you rolling up the sleeves to your coat? Can’t you wait until the reception? Why did your father let you do this? Dale, Dale why? Dale, I thought you loved me at 7 hearts. Why did you let your fool son get married to me looking like that?

Meet the Family

Summary: You and Tony have been dating, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, and when they find out, they try to help Tony plan the perfect date.

Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, James Rhodes, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Sam Wilson, Vision (Mentioned: Deadpool, Laura Barton) I hope I didn’t forget anyone.

Word Count: 1,699 (It’s a long chat.)

Warnings: Banter, embarrassment, threats.

Author’s Note: Ahh, my first chatroom! So I saw this blog, @avengerschatroom​, and I loved it, and a lot of people wanted more. However, she is one human being and not a super soldier, so I thought, “Why don’t I take a really weak crack at it and probably embarrass myself in front of millions of people, even though lets be honest, you don’t even haave a thousandth of that many notes.” But I’m proud of it, and I was like, “Well, the worst that could happen is everybody hates it and I get shamed off of Tumblr!” HAHA…ha Also, since I made this from my mind and anything goes, this is some weird AU where like, I guess the Avengers got back together but they pretend like Civil War never happened…I guess? I just really wanted Peter Parker, and to keep the Tony Stank joke alive, but I also wanted all of the avengers (or at least, as many as I could fit) for that much more humor, and I’m sorry that this AU makes no sense but yeah.

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Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Rhodey.

Tony: Hey there. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Rhodey: We had lunch literally thirty minutes ago, Tony.

Tony: Time sure does fly.

Rhodey: What do you want, Stank?


Rhodey: Nobody’s blaming you for this.

Tony: ANYWAY, I’ve got exciting news.

Rhodey: Great to hear. Bye.

Rhodey has left the chat. 

Tony has invited Rhodey.

Tony: I’m not done!

Rhodey: I have work to do!

Tony: Your job is to hear me out.

Rhodey: Fine. What is it?

Tony: I’ve met a lady.

Rhodey: Really!? That’s awesome. Who is she?

Tony: Her name is Y/N. She’s smart, she’s a musician, and she puts up with me, and I’ve never felt like this before.

Rhodey: Aww, look at Mr. Tony Stank getting all emotional.

Tony: Shut up. Anyways, as you know, I’m not very good with romance. I was wondering if you would help me plan a date. I’m all out of ideas.

Rhodey: Of course! This is the first time you’ve ever felt like this since Pepper.


Rhodey: You should get her roses! The ladies love roses.


Rhodey: Technically you’re the one that changed the subject.


Rhodey: You’re not making any sense right now.

Tony: You know what? Just this once, I won’t let it get to me. Because I’m MATURE.

Clint has joined the chat.

Clint: Are you guys talking about me?

Tony: What the hell. Are you. I don’t

Rhodey: How did you join the chat?

Clint: I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. And don’t get comfortable with it being just us. Everyone can see Tony getting angry at the screen, so I taught them how to hack chatrooms.

Bucky and Natasha have joined the chat.

Bucky: Whoa. They didn’t have this stuff in the 40’s.

Natasha: What are you getting all worked up over, Tony?


Natasha: No way!

Bucky: I thought Stark was a playboy.

Natasha: So did I.

Rhodey: So did I.


Bucky: I used to be quite the ladies man. I know all there is to know about dates.

Tony: No! I don’t need an elderly war veteran giving me dating advice.

Steve had joined the chat.

Steve: Wow Stark. Love?


Steve: You know, we’re really not that old, maturity wise.

Natasha: This is priceless.

Rhodey: Okay, every body start rapid-firing Tony dating advice!

Steve: Open the door for her.

Bucky: Try to get to know her.

Natasha: Give her chocolate. We love chocolate.

Tony: I’m so done.

Peter, Vision, and Sam have joined the chat.


Peter: Mr. Stark is in love? That’s so cool.


Sam: Compliment her a lot.

Tony: I’m not taking any of this advice seriously.

Vision: I believe they enjoy watching movies on dates.


Sam: Steve, I just realized something.

Natasha: I think I just realized it too.

Steve: You guys are totally right!


Sam: Is it Y/N L/N, the one that plays at that bar around the block every night?

Tony: Yes….

Natasha: We know her!

Tony: Wat

Peter: Oh I remember her! She was that really nice chick that you guys introduced me too at that bar, right?


Natasha: That’s besides the point.

Steve: Y/N is a really great girl. I can definitely see her putting up with you.


Peter: I get to be Tony Stark’s child? Sweet!

Sam: You know what? We should get Y/N on this chat.


Sam has invited Y/N.

Tony: Goodbye cruel world.

Y/N: Sam? Tony? What’s going on?

Tony: No, this is too far.

Tony has blocked Y/N from this chat.

Sam has invited Y/N to this chat.

Tony has blocked Y/N from this chat.

Natasha has invited Y/N to this chat.

Y/N: You guys! Cut it out!

Tony: I’m really sorry.

Bucky: So…you and Tony?

Y/N: What about me and Tony?

Clint: I hear that you two have been…personally affiliated.

Y/N: Yeah. We started dating about two months ago.

Sam: Say it isn’t true!

Peter: I will gasp on behalf of everybody.

Peter: *everybody gasps*

Tony: See, I raised him to be such a polite young man, gasping for others.

Y/N: Oh, I was going to ask you. Where should we eat out tonight? I forgot to ask.

Tony: That one Itialian place you took me two a few weeks ago.

Steve: Stark, why haven’t you said anything? Y/N is a really good friend of ours.

Tony: Because all of you people will scare her away.

Y/N: Don’t be silly. I love all of these guys.

Tony: …I love you.

Peter: *everybody gasps*

Y/N: Really Tony?

Tony: I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time now, but now that I’ve seen all of these people in one place bothering you, I’ve realized that my time is limited.

Y/N: No, it’s not. Because I love you too, Tony.

Peter: *everybody gasps*

Bucky: We’re still here.

Thor has joined the chat.


Clint: Thor, do you see that giant blank rectangle at the bottom of the keyboard?

Thor:  iSITTHISONE    I     LIKE  IT

Clint: Just press it one time in between words.


Clint: Just like that.


Natasha: I’m surprised to say that I’m kind of happy for you guys. But if you hurt her, I can kill you in twenty three ways using nothing but a cotton swab.

Y/N: Don’t be ridiculous Nattie, I don’t think Stark is going to hurt me.

Vision: You would be surprised. I believe Mr. Stark has a rather arrogant personality.

Y/N: Come one you guys, he’s not that bad.


Peter: I mean, she’s got a point. He couldn’t be THAT unbearable.

Bucky: You want a bet?

Steve: Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away, what are you?

Tony:  A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

Y/N: …

Sam: Wow Stark.


Y/N: That’s a little bit much, Tony.

Tony: Please beautiful! I’ll buy you a million teddy bears that make up Robert Downey Juinor’s net worth if you just forget this ever happened.

Y/N: Aww. It’s okay. I can overlook it, because i love you.

Tony: I love you too.

Clint: You guys are worse than me and Laura. I retiring again for a few hours before I come back for the next movie because the plot needs me.

Clint has gone offline.

Natasha: When did Clint start hanging out Deadpool.

Sam: See, even a playboy can find love, Bucky. Where’s your true love? HUH









Sam has gone offline.
Bucky has gone offline

Natasha:…should we do something about that?

Steve: Well…they look like they’ve got it…

Natasha: But wouldn’t it be so fun to start a bet?

Steve: You’re such a bad influence.

Natasha has gone offline.
Steve has gone offline.
Bruce had joined the chat.

Bruce: I was trying to ignore it, but now Bucky and Sam are destroying the tower and Nat and Steve are cheering them on and I’m very confused.

Peter: Bruce? As in, Dr. Banner?

Bruce: Yes, and you are?

Peter: Peter Parker. I’m a huge fan of your work!

Tony: You have chosen well.

Peter: Your work on gamma radiation is by far my favorite work of all.

Bruce: That’s nice to hear, kid.



Peter: Could you give me some pointers on my science project?

Bruce: I don’t see why not.


Bruce has gone offline.
Peter had gone offline.

Y/N: I guess it’s just us now.

Tony: I definitely don’t mind it ;)

Rhodey: Ew. This is stank.

Tony: Don’t do it.

Rhodey: Tony Stank.

Rohdey has gone offline.


Y/N: I think it’s kind of cute.

Tony: …really?

Y/N: Yes! My little Stank.

Tony: Ok no it’s not cute.

Y/N: Well sorry for trying.

Tony: I’m sorry beautiful! If it’s any consolation, I think you’re cute.

Y/N: Aww, you’re so sweet!

Y/N: It’s almost time for out date, so we’d better get ready.

Tony: Agreed.

Y/N has gone offline.

Tony had gone offline.


Thor: Hs everyone left?

Thor: How odd, now the letters are small cased.

The True King has joined the chat.

The True King: Finally! I can gather enough information on this petty Midgardian superhero team to defeat them!

Thor: Who is this?

The True King: I am the rightful owner of the Asgardian throne!

Thor: Brother?

The True King: What!? No. No, I am simply an evil mastermind that deserves the throne more than his much dumber big brother.

Thor: This is Loki then.

The True King: Wha-No! Shut up Thor, don’t act like you’re better than me!

Thor: I thought you dead!

The True King: Oops.

Thor has gone offline.

The True King: …Thor

The True King: Please tell me that’s not you outside the window.

The True King: If I told you that you looked rather dashing on this fine evening, would you forgive me?

The True King has gone offline.


@marvel-ash @bovaria @capnbbarnes @hymnofthevalkyries @yellowtheremarvelfan @romanovoff @imaginemarvel1000 @loveitsallineed @-i-miss-you–

Soul Mates - Luke Hemmings

Description: Timers are attached to Luke and Y/N’s wrists, telling the exact time they’ll meet the love’s of their lives. When noticing their dates are the same, the two friends think that it must be just a huge coincidence.

Warning: None

Request: No

(Part 2/ 4)

Part 1 Here


~Luke’s POV~

Once I got the substance injected into my wrist and explained to what was happening to us all, I left the designated room for my gender and looked everywhere outside of the government building for y/n.

My tallness coming to my advantage as I peered over all the girls heads, in search for my best friend that was most likely still shaken up by this whole situation. Luckily, I didn’t have to search around for long. I easily saw her brunette hair, all braided to the side, all the way across the crowd than I was.

“Y/n!” I shouted over all the voices surrounding the parking lot outside of the place where we got called to. “Hey, y/n, I’m over here!”

Struggling to catch her attention, I groaned and threw my head back in slight frustration. Then, giving up on shouting out to her, I swerved through the hundreds of teens and children. “Y/n, hey!”

“Luke!“ She cried, rushing towards my approaching body. As she reached me, she flung her arms around my waist and gripped onto my shirt as if I was leaving her side forever. “I was so scared. I couldn’t stop crying and they wouldn’t answer my questions directly until I got to the very end of the process.”

“I know.” I hugged her shacking frame close to me, rubbing my hand up and down her back as my other hand fisted into her brown locks, messing up her braid. “Calm down. I’m here with you now, so you don’t have to worry anymore. I promised you nothing bad would happen, and I was right. And now I promise again, that nothing will happen to you now that this is all over.”

Nodding her hand, her tear stained face moving against my white tee shirt. “I think I just ruined your shirt, sorry.” She mumbled, pulling her face away from me while examining the little mess she had made. I laughed at her worried facial expressions, shrugging my broad shoulders up, showing her that I didn’t care about the shirt. “Can we please go to your place now? I want as far away from here as possible.”

At her pleads, I agreed, dragging her behind me as we wondered around, trying to find my car without a problem.


When the both of us, me and y/n, got back to my little old apartment, we decided to cuddle up on my couch. The idea coming from y/n, but of course I wasn’t arguing one bit, I’m literally always up for some cuddles with y/n during any point of the day.

“Have you even looked at the time on your wrist yet?” Y/n asked me, sounding curious as she held a heavy gaze at her own timer. I watched her pinch and poke at the numbers ‘tattooed’, as she says, on her right wrist.

Playing subconsciously with the ends of her hair, that was now down in it’s natural state, as I sighed quietly. “I haven’t. I don’t really know if I want to… I mean, do I seriously want a big question in my life to be answered just like that? I know I’m not much for surprises, but I think this is a secret I’m ready to know yet.”

She looked up at me, not saying anything, but I could obviously tell that she was disagreeing with my thinking. “How do you plan on keeping it out of your view?” Not commenting on our differences in opinion, she just furrowed her eyebrows in question as she moved on from the previous topic, sort of. “Won’t you see it while you shower or change clothes?”

I titled my head to the side, looking up to the ceiling on my living room, I hummed in thought. “Maybe I’ll just wear some bracelets on my wrist all day everyday, just like I did back a few years ago.” I said, remembering how I used to never remove my bracelets from my arms.

“Well, you know that I hate secrets and surprises so much, so do you think I could take a look at yours?” She smiled up at me, getting excited as I sat in silence for a couple moments, thinking about her question. “Please Luke, I promise I won’t tell you what it is. I just really want to know.”

Hesitantly closing my eyes, I pulled my arm out from under y/n’s body and let her pull my sleeve up. As she saw the time set on me, she gasped, jumping off my body and onto the floor in front of the couch we were sitting on.

~Y/N’s POV~

“Please Luke, I promise I won’t tell you what it is. I just really want to know.” I begged, pouting out my bottom lip. Getting even more excited and giddy as I saw him close his eyes and move him arm out from underneath me.

Not wanting to wait any longer to see the time tattooed onto his skin, I yanked his hand towards me and pulled up his right sleeve, staring down at his time, then at the time that I had set onto me.

They were the same. 264 hours, 42 minutes, and 37 seconds.

Jumping away from Luke’s body, falling onto the floor in front on his couch as I was doing so, I got extremely worried. I couldn’t be falling in love with my best friend in 11 days, Luke wasn’t my soul mate. The man who explained to me what was going on earlier said that some people’s times may be the same, and it could all be just a huge coincidence.

This was a coincidence, it had to be.

a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters (pt. 9)
  • "I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone."
  • "I long for that feeling to not feel at all."
  • "The higher I get, the lower I'll sink."
  • "I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim."
  • "I'll let you ruin my day."
  • "Make me your mess again."
  • "I’m in love with an angel."
  • "I could never set you free."
  • "It’s time I let you go."
  • "I could never pretend that I don't love you."
  • "You wait so long."
  • "Liven up, honey, it ain't that bad."
  • "Nothing happens in this burnt out town anymore."
  • "I'm just a raindrop in a river."
  • "You know that I'm doomed to repeat this with all the bad habits that I've learned."
  • "It's love that keeps fueling me."
  • "I know I’m not that perfect."
  • "Don’t give up, baby, I know that it's shaky."
  • "Just let love consume us."
  • "You make everything okay."
  • "Save me if I become my demons."
  • "I cannot stop this sickness taking over."
  • "I need your help, I can't fight this forever."
  • "Do you remember that Philly porch panic attack, and the late night talks on the balcony?"
  • "I’ve been finding comfort spending the day time in bars."
  • "I’m finally realizing that home doesn’t have an address."
  • "Do you remember cherry cheeks on Chicago nights, and the late night talks in other people’s living rooms?"
  • "Do you remember sleeping sitting up and the late night talks in every state we’ve been in?"
  • "I thought you'd notice what caused this change in me."
  • "I just want to help with shit you're going through, and if I said I didn't darlin', it wasn't true."
  • "There are some times when I really don't want your help... I feel too much guilt involving you."
  • "All I really want is to kill some time with you."
  • "I'd rather unrequited love than none at all."
  • "The last thing that I want to see is you to fall."
  • "I had me a boy, turned him into a man."
  • "I let him go."
  • "They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave."
  • "I get high, and I love to get low."
  • "I'm the best baby that they never gotta keep."
  • "You go home alone."
  • "It's not too bad, babe."
  • "You want to be like your big sis."
  • "This is wrong, but who am I to judge?"
  • "We're one mistake from being together."
  • "You won't be seventeen forever and we can get away with this tonight."
  • "You are young and I am scared."
  • "You're wise beyond your years."
  • "Will you remember me?"
  • "How could I forget?"
  • "I don't know what I've done or if I like what I've begun."
  • "I don't know who I am without you, all I know is that I should."
  • "I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you."
  • "She will love you more than I could."
  • "I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call."
  • "You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all."
  • "When I signed my deal, I felt pressure."
  • "I never wanted more."
  • "I don't have money on my mind, I do it for the love."
  • "I'm not a puppet, I will work against your strings."
  • "This love won't last long if what I've been told is right."
  • "We've still got tonight."
  • "Do you wanna go out with me?"
  • "Do you wanna come round mine for dinner, meet my folks and family?"
  • "Do you wanna go out, or come home with me?"
  • "It's pointless, these games we play, because they always end the same."
  • "I think I love you."
  • "Your love is like something I've never tasted."
  • "I kinda like what you're making me do."
  • "I want you."
  • "I walked by and I had to have you."
  • "I think it's unfair, your situation."
  • "You say I'm changing, sorry, I didn't know I had to stay the same."
  • "Can we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me insane."
  • "I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet."
  • "So high tonight and I don't feel like coming down."
  • "I could lie to you all my days, but you're the one."
  • "You're the one and I'm a fool for waiting so long to let you know."
  • "There's something in between you and I."
  • "I could run for the life of me, but where would that get me?"
  • "For some unknown reason, our status will remain as friends."
  • "You've got me eating out of the palms of your hands."
  • "There was not a single spark when my lips landed on yours in the dark."
  • "Regardless of what happens next, you're my beloved, you just don't know it yet."
  • "You and I both know that we are a lost cause."
  • "Tonight I made a secret oath to keep chasing after you."
  • "I know you love how all this music's about you."
  • "I know that you still miss me."
  • "Should we give up or save it?"
  • "Did you have to turn your back when forever didn't last?"
  • "Have you even looked back once?"
  • "I miss you... is it still okay to say it?"
  • "I know that it's too late, but..."
  • "Feel the same for different reasons."
  • "We're used to bein' so discouraged."
  • "Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?"
  • "I don't love him."
  • "My God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles."
  • "Wanna hold him... maybe I'll just sing about it."
  • "2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song."
  • "She means every little thing to me."
  • "It could have been different, but people don't change."
  • "I just wanted to be free from the secrets and the ghosts that have been chasing after me."
  • "Are you afraid? The pressure's building."
  • "But life will be better, isn't that what you said?"
  • "I know what you did."
  • "You can't say 'nevermind' forever."
  • "You're awful, I love you."
  • "You suck so passionately."
  • "How's your new boy? Does he know about me?"
  • "You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature."
  • "I'm not sure what this is gonna be."
  • "It's hard to love again, when the only way it's been, when the only love you knew just walked away..."
  • "If it's something that you want, darling you don't have to run."
  • "You don't have to go."
  • "It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe."
  • "I've never opened up to anyone."
  • "We don't need to rush this."
  • "I don't want to mess this thing up, I don't want to push too far."
  • "You just might be the one I've been waiting for my whole life."
  • "It's never felt so real, it's never felt so right."
  • "I don't want to say goodnight."
  • "I know it's time to leave, but you'll be in my dreams."
  • "You moved to west LA or New York or Santa Fe or wherever to get away from me."
  • "I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell because I really fell for you."
  • "I swear to you I'll be there for you."
  • "Now here you are again, so let's skip the "how you been and get down to the "more than friends" at last."
  • "There's nothing up my sleeve but love for you."
  • "So leave yourself intact 'cause I will be coming back."

anonymous asked:

Hi love you're awesome! Can you write one where you're on tour with 5sos and their bus breaks down and they have to be in yours and one of them have to share a bunk? Like a 4/4 :-)


“This is great” Ashton said, smiling at me as he got into my bunk. We both had always had this weird thing going on where we knew we had crushes on each other but neither of us would admit it so we were nothing but happy to share  a bunk. I moved and let Ashton lie down next to me and handed him my blanket. “Do you hog the blankets, Ash?” I asked, keeping my voice down because the others were already asleep. “I don’t know. I’ve never shared a bed with anyone before. Let alone a beautiful girl like you” he said, pulling it over himself. We were sleeping on our sides facing each other so Ashton could see the exact shade of red my cheeks turned when he said that. “Ha! I made you blush!” Ashton said, yelling. “Shh everyone’s sleeping” I said, burying my face into the pillow. “Fine. Ha. I made you blush” Ashton whispered, and I felt him move closer to me. “Shut up, Ash. We need to sleep” “We don’t really. There’s enough coffee in this world for you and I if we got a little busy tonight” he whispered, making me look up at him. “Then lets get busy” I whispered, moving close enough to him to feel his breath on my face. “Fine” Ashton murmured, holding my hips and pressing me to his chest, kissing me. I felt his hands slip beneath my t-shirt and pressed me back so I was lying on my back and he was hovering above me. I pulled him down, letting him kiss my neck and he pulled my sleeve down so he could kiss my shoulder, making me moan his name. “Your turn, Y/N” Ashton whispered into my ear, lying on his back and pulling me over his chest. “ASHTON, Y/N, WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING!” Michael yelled, from right below our bunk. “STOP THIS. NOW.” Calum yelled. “FINE!” Ashton yelled back, still holding me so I was sleeping on his chest. “Just wait until we get to the hotel tomorrow, Y/N” Ashton murmured, making me look up and quickly kissed me. “Goodnight, Ash” “Goodnight, Y/N” Ashton said, and I could the smile in his words.



“It’s fine. I swear” Calum said, standing by my bunk. “Okay. Then where will you sleep?” I asked, sitting up, crouching a little so I wouldn’t bang my head to the top. “On that table” he said, pointing to one behind him. “Why? So that you can fall off it at night and break your head?” I asked, getting out and standing next to him. “No. Because I like sleeping on-” “Calum. Stop it. Get in.” I said, moving aside. “Why should I listen to you?” “My bus, Calum. I’m sleepy so please.” I said, pointing at my bunk. Calum just stood there staring at me. “You’re not giving me an option, Calum” I said, walking up to him and pushing him down into my bunk. “NOW. GO. TO. SLEEP.” I yelled, laughing and lying down next to him. “GIVE. ME. YOUR. BLANKET.” Calum yelled, imitating me. “Here” I said, giving him one end of it, and he pulled it over himself. “Your bunk smells nice. I like it here. I wish our bus never gets fixed, Y/N” Calum said, a few minutes later. “I hope it does because you aren’t letting me sleep” I murmured, turning away from him. “I’m sorry” he whispered, leaning over me and kissing my cheek. I smiled and turned around and kissed his cheek, and I felt Calum’s hands pull me closer to him as I fell asleep.



“Michael. It’s just me” I said, propping myself on my elbow and staring at the back of Michael head. “No. I look weird when I sleep” he murmured, hiding himself even more into the back of my bunk. “You’ve never seen yourself sleeping, Mikey. Don’t be an idiot. I can’t sleep. Please.” I said, begging him to talk to me while we fell asleep. “Listen to music” he said. “Michael Clifford. Stop this shit.” I said, placing one hand on his side. “No. I’m a shy guy” Michael said. “You’re also an idiot” I said, poking his sides because I know it annoyed him. “Stop it!” he whispered-yelled, finally turning around. “I got you to turn!” I said, holding his legs down with mine so he couldn’t turn away again. “Damn it. You know me too well” he said, laughing a little. “You look nice in the dark, Y/N” Michael said and I raised my eyebrows at him. “No wait. That came out wrong” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “Do you regret dropping out of school now?” I asked, laughing. He shook his head, “No” he said, into my neck. “That tickles. Stop” I said, moving away from him. “Sorry” he said, and placed one hand on my forehead, running it through the few loose strands of my messy bun, slightly touching my scalp. “Oh my god that feels so god” I said, closing my eyes. “Do it again” I said, opening one eye to look at him. “Will it help you sleep?” He asked. I nodded. “Okay. Sleep well, Y/N” Michael said, kissing my forehead. “Goodnight, Michael” I whispered.



“Why is your bunk such a mess?” Luke asked, standing next to me outside my bunk. “Yours isn’t any better, Luke” I said, sitting down. “We both wont fit in there. I’m a pretty tall guy anyway and there’s so many things there” he said, biting his lip. “You can’t sleep anywhere else” I said, patting the space next to me, and Luke sat there. “We’ll make it work” he said, turning around and pushing all my things to different corners of the bunk. “That should work” he said, shrugging. I shook my head, “We could try but it won’t be the best sleep you’ve ever had” I said, as Luke moved into the bunk, his back against the back of it. “Come on” he said. I smiled and lay down next to him, “Nope” I said, when I felt myself slipping off the side. “What?” “I’m falling off” I said. “I’ll hold you then” Luke said, holding out his arm. “Here” he said, slipping it beneath my shoulder and pulling me into his chest, and he wrapped his palm over my shoulder. His fingers were just slightly running up and down the top of my shoulder and I nuzzled closer to him, feeling more comfortable than I ever had. I looked up at Luke when his other hand held my waist, steadying me so I wasn’t moving along with the bus anymore. “Okay?” he whispered. I nodded and smiled up at him, and I don’t know what came over me but I tangled my legs with his. “Your shorts make you look weird” I said, laughing softly. “I can’t sleep in skinny jeans, can I?” Luke asked, kissing my forehead. “I like this, Luke” I said moving up slightly so I could touch my forehead to his. “You and I should have more sleepovers” Luke said, smiling at me. “Sounds good” I replied, letting my hand move to his cheek and I ran it along his jawline. “Do it, Y/N” Luke whispered against my lips and I closed my eyes as I gently kissed him, feeling him smile through the kiss.


Material List

Seriously though guys, please no more requests. I’ll never get them finished! So requests are CLOSED until the end of this week!

anonymous asked:

You're open :DDD I really really love your blog ^^ I would like a scenario with Mark, he's sick and calls you to take care of him, but then you end up getting sick with him as well? ; A : thank you so much admin squishyy~ ♥

sorry for the wait! I hope you like this cutie pie >u<

     You watched as his chest rose up and down slowly and steadily and carefully wiped the trickling sweat from his temple away with a warm washcloth. Your poor baby Mark was sick with the flu and you promised him earlier that day that you would stay by his side and take care of him.

You couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked when he slept. His eyes were shut, lips parted slightly and although his skin was pallid and wan, you still found him perfect.

It was already around nine and you couldn’t help but notice how tired and exhausted you actually were. After seven hours of taking care of him, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you were starting to feel groggy yourself.

Careful not to wake him up, you climbed onto the bed and under the bundle of warm blankets, making sure to leave a small space between the two of you. Once under the covers, you fell asleep before you could even count to ten.


You woke up to his breathing lightly tickling your neck.

Eyes adjusting to the light of day, you blinked three times and felt Mark’s toned armed draped limply around your waist as his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You gingerly pushed him off of you, earning yourself a groan from him. You chuckled and sat up slowly to shake him softly.

“Mark,” you whispered. “It’s time to wake up. I have to check your temperature.”

He groaned once and shifted over to lay on his side, mumbling, “Five more minutes.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned over to press your lips against his cheek. “Come on, we have to see if you’re still sick or not.”

With a mutter of “Fine,” he sat up and leaned against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Good boy.” You reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the thermometer and handed it to him. He placed it under his tongue and waited for the beep before pulling it out.

“98.6,” he said, placing it on the bed. “That’s good right? I’m not sick anymore?”

You sighed in relief and pat his head. “Yep, you’re not sick anymore. Aren’t I ama— ACHOO!

His eyes widened as he immediately pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re burning up. I think you’re the sick one now.” He sighed, pushing you back onto the bed softly. “I probably got you sick… So now it’s my turn to take care of you!” He winked and tucked you in before heading over to the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat? Bacon? Pancakes? Waffles?”

“Wait, let me help you! I don’t want you burning up the kitchen like last time!” You sat up and wiped your dripping nose with your sleeve.

“Don’t you get up; stay right there! I’ll make you the best strawberry pancakes, I promise!”


I live my life like the second hand on the clock. 

Buddy, you think you’re daylight savings. 

Stop what you’re doing & get away from your superficial dreams. 

Well, I hate to say it, but you’re pretty self centered.

I would love to tell you this, so look me in the eye.

…I don’t want to break your self-esteem no more.

He wants to tell me about all these stupid things.

He loves to shout about all his fancy dreams.

I’m waiting for thieves to come and steal your naivety.

Son, break the cycle if you want to live for sure.

Three turns in a family of four.

Black sheep walking out the back door, lured in by the attention whores.

I know it’s hard and you want to live, but just be sure it’s for the right reasons.

Kid, you can make mistakes, just never let them get in your way.

Just chill.

I’ve been waiting for the day when me and you can just get away.

Escape, elope…I can’t cope.

Me and my conscious soul.

I’m sick of writing songs about my father.

When i’m sitting here and I can only think of you.

I think my long lost love song streak is over.

I’ve been waiting for the day my heavy head sinks into the pavement:

My brain explodes, my entrails show, my heart on my sleeve hangs low enough.

I’m sitting here still writing songs about my father when I just wanna write one for you: someone who cares.

I think my long lost parental love is over.

Twirl your emotions around as you dance with me.

A world with love unconditionally is all I can see in you.

I’m still waiting for the day when this hate leaves your heart, it’s when your life starts.

But I won’t back you into a corner.

You’ve got to want it, no one leaning on your shoulder.

I think I’m done writing songs about my father.

If this song counts it’s the last.

Because this dark world where my mind takes me to is over here:

You’re the boss, applesauce.

In all your self-aggrandizing materialistic glory.

But, you’re boring and you know it.

You’ve never taken a risk, a chance, a leap of faith.

You hide behind your money like a wall.

Like if you let go, you’d fall.

Like, you’re in prison and you get one call and you dial George, Abe, Alex and Andrew.

You’re getting a busy signal, the call’s just not going through.

So, you try Grant and Ben like they give a shit…like you put your faith in something materialistic.

The substance is gone as if it was ever even there and you leave all your loved ones in the dust, like a fund is the only thing that you trust.

Like the only love you ever had was found inside that first paycheck and spent on a dinner, movie and a hand job from some girl in high school.

Maybe you can learn…

Maybe I could teach…

But your ego’s too inflated and your heads out of reach.

I need a stepladder for your throne.

Work is the only place you’ve ever truly felt home.

I’ll leave you alone…I know a lost cause when I see one.

I’ll go be a lawyer, buy a benz and “earn” your love.

Like a son with money is a son with respect and wisdom.

“Ah, wisdom” …That old fucking phrase.

You use it as a crutch because you’ve seen “worse days”.

Just because you’ve been alive doesn’t mean you’ve been living it.

We can’t see eye to eye unless I buy some stilts and my funds are a little tied up right now.

“You’re so cool"…right? That’s what you want me to say?

"It’s all right"…right? That’s what you want me to say?

But, "I won’t lie”..that’s what I want me to say.

I’ve been getting down, beaten and tossed around…as is per usual these days.

I won’t get caught up in this loveless household frame, I can make it on my own accord.

Twenty-one years without even a shadow of a doubt that home is not where my heart is.

Don’t feel pity for me because I got love a-plenty.

Hate is non-existent here, in my world.

I won’t be a waste of time: a sad, sorry man crying out his days, an old fool with nothing but a phrase that pays.

Keep your money, keep your change, keep the charity.

You’re all substance, no emotion, no reality.

I won’t be one of you.

Twenty-one years without any regrets.

I’ve got nothing to pout about.

No tears for me.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have friends who are there when shit is getting rough; that’s love.

I wish I could show you this world where the love you get is equal to the love that you give.

This crazy little world where I live.

I feel bad to be honest.

You have all these trophies and no one to love.

Your possessions will be the death of you.

The candle blows: no more fire, no more flame.

No one to blame but your wallet, your brain, this loveless household frame.

Your tomb where you’ll die, your mothers womb where you started.

The business meetings, the suits, AH, the life.

What a life it must be.

One you can call your own, but it’s not for me.

I’m not one to follow i’ll forge my own path with love, not capitalism. 

One where people are equal: No bosses, no frames, no hate, just love and a place where people can truly feel home.

Gold jacket with a torn and tattered tie.

I gotta know how i’m supposed to fix this write.

Mean stares from all forty-six I’s.

I wanna know how to turn them back from black to white.

Smile if you wanna live for that reason you buried underneath pages of ink.

Blue and black pens galore.

If only you could verbalize what you never could before.

I want to live.

What I’m writing is what my heart has in store.


Olicity: Ollie vs Goth Barbie

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Felicity hated Friday nights on campus with a passion.

She didn’t dislike them, didn’t have a distaste them. She had a deep, unsettling loathing for them.

She would much rather be back in her dorm room with her computer, but computers needed upgrading and upgrades cost money and money only came from working, so work she must. It landed her with a waitressing job at an upscale bar, one that required her to tie her hair back apart from her bangs and take out her piercings, but she kept her fashion habits as much as she could. No one had complained yet.

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Nate to the Rescue

I grip the cold razor blade in my hand, pressing it to the vein. I pull it away instantly, feeling the sharpness on my skin. I could do it right now; end it all. After all, that vein is a main artery, it wouldn’t even be that hard.

I look in the mirror at my reflection, but who I see is not myself. My hair is wild and tangled, and my eyes are red from tears. I have been crying all afternoon and I just can’t cry any longer.

“Baby girl?” Nate asks from outside of the bathroom door. He must have just gotten home, he’s been out all day.

My pulse jumps because of him, I can’t let him see me like this.

“Yes?” I ask him, wiping away my tears.

“You okay?” He asks me, attempting to turn the locked door.

“Yes, I’m fine” I lie, my voice cracking.

“Babe, open the door” He asks, twisting the door knob.

“I’ll be right out” I say, looking at my reflection again.

I brushed out my hair quickly and hid my blade in the bathroom cabinet. Hiding away the proof of my dark thoughts, as if they were never there.

I unlock the door and look at Nate with dry eyes, tired from crying. He notices instantly and grabs my face in his hands to inspect me.

“Why were you crying?” He asks, looking me over.

I shake my head at him, denying his accusations.

“I’m fine” I say. Throwing a fake smile on my face, only to be shot down by Nate’s eyes that see right through me.

He rolls up my sleeve and examines my arm, luckily I didn’t get the chance to cut.

“I thought you stopped” Nate says, looking at me with his sad eyes.

“I did” I say lying to him.

He lets go of my arm and walks into the bathroom, looking for my blade.

I wait as he searches, biting my lip. He finally finds it and looks at me with sorrow on his face.

“It’s old Nate” I say, still biting my lip.

“Why didn’t you throw it away then?” He asks, still holding the blade in his hand.

I walk towards him attempting to grab the blade away from him, scared he would get cut by it.

“Give it, Nate” I plead, looking at his eyes.

He shakes his head at me, examining the blade.

“I didn’t cut, Nate” I say.

“I swear” Nate looks at me and nods, still holding the blade.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to do this anymore. Do you even know how upset this makes me, just thinking about you doing this to yourself?” Nate asks me.

I nod at him and assure him that I wont, for his sake.

“I love you Y/N” Nate says, throwing away the blade in the toilet.

“I love you too” I say, watching it circle the toilet.

I look at the blade one last time before it is flushed and gone forever, remembering the pain and relief it caused. The pain that was caused by it and the pain I let it cause.

I look at Nate and smile at him, letting go of that part of me that needed the pain. She was no longer, now I could look in the mirror and recognize myself.