we were out at lunch

Okay, are you ready for this? Don’t say I never treat you. Do you guys, right now, want some fan service? Do you want me to just give the people what they want? … Okay, you’re not ready for this, you’re not ready for this. Are you ready? You’re just gonna die. You’re not ready for this. Okay, this is going to be insane. You’re not ready for this. So we were out having lunch with our friend Laura and then I had to go meet up with my mum, who was in town, because I left my denim jacket at their house over Christmas - boring. And I went outside in just [the weed jumper] and this is really cold, right? ‘Cause when the wind blows and such and it’s been really warm in London recently but I went out and it was like freezing and I had to go walk for like twenty minutes to meet my mum, so you know what I did? While Phil was going home and I was going for a walk? I asked Phil if I could borrow his coat and I DID. Holy shit. So for twenty minutes today, I was wearing Phil’s coat. That-that… I mean, don’t say I never do anything for you. Okay? Don’t say… don’t say I don’t give the trash cans what they want. Don’t say I’m too busy acknowledging what the casual viewers and the calm people that don’t like crazy people, that leaves comments on my videos saying ‘Dan, this doesn’t represent me. I’m a normal person. I really don’t like watching these danisnotonfire videos where you're crying all the time. I feel like it’s too intense. We’re not all like that.’ You know, so there you go. I mean honestly.
— 

@danisnotonfire​ during his live show on the 4th of April 2017

Quotes from Dan (44/?)

The fan service that Dan thinks we deserve apparently.

Cabin//pt.2

(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2
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“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”
___

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”
___

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.
___

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.
___

You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”
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Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

Caught

Originally posted by eleanorrigby312

Request: Can you please write an imagine where Barry and y/n are in a secret relationship but to hide it, they pretend to despise each other and team flash finds them making out in the lab or something and then they have to confess? Thankyouuu xx

Notes: Okay I had a lot of fun with this one. Not gonna lie. Hope you like it!

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Evan Peters- Liar

Word Count: 2035

Warning: heart break, cussing, and my weird writing.

A/N: I don’t really watch Evan Peters interviews and such , so I’m sorry if this isn’t the way he’ll act.
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Flashback
Calm down Y/N. You’ll be okay. You are gonna live your dream! He’ll be happy. You’ll come back. At least you’re at home and no-

I snapped out of thought when Evan tapped my shoulder.

“Are you okay babe?” Evan said to me

I looked at him and gave a light smile.

“Of course I am!” I said

“You looked scared.” He said with a frown, “Are you sure?”

“A little bit. I’m just have to tell you something.” I said putting my head down.

He grabbed my hands, “You can tell me anything and you know that.”

“Okay…” I took a deep breath, “I got the job I wanted.”

I looked up to see him smiling.

“That’s great ne-” I cut Evan off.

“It’s in England.” I said looking down.

He tried to speak words, but nothing came out.

“I’m sorry Evan…” I said on the verge of tears.

“Hey…” he said quietly, “Don’t cry. We’ll see each other soon. I can visit.” He said lifting my face up with a finger. He kissed me lightly.

“It’ll be alright…”

END OF THE FUCKING FLASHBACK BITCHES

“It’ll be alright” was the only thing floating through my mind.

“Liar…” I said as I looked at the photo.

It was him and his co-worker, Emma, kissing.

“THAT FUCKING LIAR!” I screamed as I flung a paint brush across the room.

How could he. How could he do that to me. I thought he was the one! The one who wouldn’t hurt me.

I’m wrong.

I grabbed a canvas out of a box and painted my heart out.

All I could do was paint. All I could think of was the hurt and pain running through me.

I was crying as I painted. All the colors I used expressed my emotions. Each brush stroke expressed my pain. How they were shades of blue and maroon with rough and jagged strokes.
(A/N: I think that expresses sadness and anger.)

In the end it was an abstract painting of a girl  on her knees crying, ripping her chest open to reveal her broken heart. Her head was tilted back and her long hair was so jagged, but it flowed down.

I smiled weakly as I signed my name. I felt a bit better, but a hole was still in my chest. I felt nothing there. Where is used to feel a pulse. Now I feel nothing there. It hurt.

I checked the time.
3:00 am.
(A/N: I don’t know how to convert it.)

I just took off my clothes and slept. I was drained emotionally and physically.

-Le Next Day-

I woke up with a knock on my apartment, or flat is what they say here, door.

I got up an-

“I’m leaving today!” I said

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!

I ran to a suitcase and grabbed a shirt and sweats. I got in the restroom and did stuff.

Someone was knocking.

“THE DOOR!” I yelled with my toothbrush in my mouth. I ran to it and opened it.

“Ms. Y/L/N your ride is ready to leave.” The man said in a very thick British accent, that sounded a bit like Matthew Lewis.

“I will be down in three minutes.” I said trying to smile with a toothbrush in my mouth.

“Will you need help?” The man said.

“Yes please, but not my green bag.” I said calmly.

“Yes ma'am.” He said with a smile.

I went back to the restroom and rinsed my mouth. I packed up my toiletries, and started to think.

Where am I going to stay? I’m not going back home. I need a plan.

Maybe Y/F/N will be able to let me stay at their place.

Or you can confront him!

No little voice. I will not confront that asshole.

Fine! Suit yourself.

I’m going crazy aren’t I?

Yes. You are talking to yourself.

Maybe that little voice is right. Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought of. Also that I need to get checked for any mental disorders.

“Ma'am. The car is ready and so are your luggage.” The man said.

I snapped my head to him.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him politely, “I will be out.”

He nodded and left.

Time to stop thinking and relax for an hours now.

-Time Skip brought by Jimmy Dean-

So that was a lie about not thinking. I thought a lot.

About life decisions and a lot about Evan.

Was he worth my tears?

I shook the thought of my head.

WAIT!

Who’s picking me up?

I got my carry on from the over head compartment, and exited the plane wearily. I went to baggage claim and got my bags. The others are going to be shipped to my house. Well our house.

I sighed I turned my phone on. Should of down that earlier. Whelp!

It took a couple minutes for it to turn on, but soon all the notifications came in.

Twitter.

Instagram.

Facebook.

One from MySpace.

19 missed phone calls and 20 messages from him.

I texted F/N to pick me up. Even if Evan came I won’t go with that asshat.

She said she’ll be there in 46 minutes because she lived close by and no traffic.

I went to sit and relaxed.

I went to my texts and said, “We are over. Don’t look for me. Don’t speak to me. We are over.”

My fingers hovered over the send button. I breathed in and hit send. It’s over. Time down the drain.
(A/N: Even my heart is hurting writing this.)

I stare at my phone noticing all these notifications. Mostly Twitter, so my curious mind decided to check.

So many people were bashing Evans and Emma. Whelp. Serves them right.

Some people say I deserved it and they saw it coming. Those soggy ass waffles.

I decided to respond.

“If I couldn’t see it coming then… How would you?” I tweeted.
(A/N: Cringe)

I turned off all notifications except my essentials. Messaging and phone calls. I just muted Evan. Simple.

Break down again! It’s healthy.

Not this again.

You made me up. This is you. I’m telling you what you tell your friends. You even say it’s good advice, so why not take it.

Because I don’t want to cry anymore!

I said to the little voice with an annoyed expression.

I got my earbuds out and decided to try and relax.

I put my Spotify songs on shuffle and let relaxation take over me.

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match

Great.” I mumbled to myself taking a deep breath.

What a catch, what a catch
Whoa
You’ll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I’ll be fine
‘Till the hospital or American Embassy
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing
We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we’re goin’ down swinging
Dance, dance, we’re falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you’d love to lead
Dance, this is the way they’d love
If they knew how misery loved me
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren’t so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
Growing up, growing up
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

I remained at the airport till my friend picked me up. I trusted them with my life, and sometimes I shouldn’t.

They took me in and they gave me everything I needed. They were great, but what lingered on my mind was.

Evan…

-Time Skip: A week-

I opened the door and saw him. Why is he here!? I was about to close it, but he put his foot in the way.

“Y/N. Hear me out.”  I heard her voice say softly.

I nodded slowly unsure of what to say because if I did this would be a shit show.

“The article isn’t true.” He said to me, “We were going out to lunch together after a shoot with the cast. I was whispering something in her ear because I didn’t want others to hear, of course. They photoshopped to make us look like we were kissing. I swear. I would never hurt you. You make me so happy! You make me the happiest man!” He used small hand gestures. I looked in her eyes to see if he was lying, but he wasn’t, “I love everything about you. From how your hair smells to how sweet you are! I would never ever hurt you like this. I promised you.” He said with his voice cracking in the end.

“You really didn’t do any of it?” I said quietly.

He lightly grabbed my face.

I hesitated, but I grabbed one of his hands lightly.

“I would never lie to you for something this huge. Without you I don’t feel whole. I don’t feel me without knowing I can’t protect you. It hurts knowing I hurt you. It even hurts going home because I know you aren’t there.” He said looking me in the eye.

He really wasn’t lying.

You miss him. Go to him.

At this moment I didn’t hate this voice. It was right.

“I love you.” I said hugging him.

He hugged back almost instantly.

I pulled back and dragged him into the house.

Then I started thinking as I locked the door.

I turned back to him.

“What did you say to her?” I said to him.

He blushed.

Now it was his turn. He hesitated.

“I told her that I-I wa-wanted to m-marry you.” He said very nervously.

My eyes widened, but I smiled.

“You want to marry me?” I said sheepishly with a blush evident on my face.

“I still do.” He said confidently.

“Is that offer still up?” I said rubbing my arm.

I just got him back and I’m asking him to basically marry me.

He smiled widely and got down on one knee.

“Will you Y/N Y/L/N become my partner-in-crime for life, even in the afterlife?” He said pulling a a black box out with a beautiful ring inside.
(A/N: Imagine the ring because I don’t know your style at all.)

“Yes!” I said jumping on him.

I smashed my lips on him and he smiled into it. This kiss was a kiss that made up all the lost time.

He was my world. He made me so happy. His personality made me smile, and his looks made me smirk.

He was mine and I love him.
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A/N:
The next part will involve some naughty things.

Imagine saving Steve Rogers from an awkward situation


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My friends and I were out for lunch and we were going up to a roof to eat. While waiting for the elevator to take us to the top of this really tall building, my friend Peter stopped to pee in a trashcan. As we got into the elevator, a woman rushed in to tell him that she saw him do it, which he then denied. After telling him that they had it on video, he replied with “Video?… *sniffs* send me a link.” before jumping backwards out of the now broken doors (mind you we were accelerating upwards at incredible speed). The last thing I heard was him cackling wildly from floors below.

Crossdressing (Chanbaek)

Plot: Chanyeol finds himself falling for the new boy who happens to look extremely hot wearing a skirt. 

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Side Pairings: Kaisoo, Xiuchen, Sulay

*a/n: 3rd time writing this and honestly an excuse to have chanyeol say ‘yo nice skirt’ bc i love that shit* 

*Warning: Very long lol.* 

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Not What He Expected-Part 4

This is an A/B/O AU

So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.

You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you.  He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected.  You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind.  He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….

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Text messages are in bold

I walked out to the hostess station, where Meg was chatting up Dean.  He must have come from work because he was dressed in a mechanic’s uniform, and the sight of him made my mouth water.  As I got closer, his intoxicating scent hit me, and heat pooled in my belly.

Dean’s face lit up when he saw me. “Hey, got some time?” he asked.

“Sure.  You hungry?” 

He grinned.  “For your cooking? Always.”

Meg looked between the two of us, a knowing smile on her face.  “You want a table, Y/N? Somewhere private, maybe?” 

“That would be great, Meg, thanks,” I replied distractedly, still focused on Dean.

Meg led us into a secluded alcove away from the other diners.  She winked at Dean and handed him a menu.  Before she walked away she leaned in and whispered in my ear.  “Wow.  You better grab him quickly before someone else does, Y/N.”

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A mother and her son just came through my checkout line at work. Now this mother is clearly overwhelmed so I try to distract the kid- he can’t be more than 6 years old. I ask what his name is and he says “I’m Jensen!” and I kind of smile and glance at the mother who glances at me and we share The Look of Mutual Understanding and I wonder if this kid’s father knows his son was named after Jensen Ackles.

Self-destructive tendencies - Tony Stark x Reader

Summary : Reader is in love with Tony, but Tony is dating Pepper…until she dumps him, and the Iron Man keeps coming to our dear reader for comfort (nothing sexual…yet). Warning for language.

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You always had a massive crush on Tony Stark, even though he was quite a bit older than you. And when he started dating his long time “assistant” Pepper Potts, your heart shattered. In a way though, maybe it was for the best, he didn’t have exactly a good reputation with his relationship with women…

They stayed together two years, and one day, she broke up with him. And the reasons why didn’t surprise you one bit. He was a difficult man to live with. But you couldn’t help but think Pepper should have known better. Like, she knew him since a long time, and she knew how he was…So why get with him if she couldn’t handle his way of being ? Especially since Tony actually put in a lot of effort in. He stopped drinking, he tried to remember important dates such as birthday and anniversary, even her name day ! And he often took her out, just the two of them…

But she wanted more, apparently. She wanted him to stop being the Iron Man and take more care of her. She wanted him to change some important parts of his personality…and that just couldn’t work. You didn’t get it. Again, she knew how he was, and she knew some things would stay the same…So why breaking up with him for those reasons ?

In your eyes, she just didn’t love him enough to accept all of him. And it broke your heart a bit, because no matter how much of an asshole Tony was, he deserved better. He deserved someone who understood that, since he got kidnapped in Afghanistan, and since the Alien attack on NYC, he wasn’t the same man anymore.

But what could you do ? He’d never look at you in another way than a little sister, you were too young. And he was still in love with her…

You were brooding in your office one late night when you heard a knock on your door. Only one person could come knock on your door at 4 am…

Tony fucking Stark. And he was drunk. So drunk.

-Heyyyyyyy youuUUUuuuUUuuuu. Came by the neighborhood, thought I’d…Check on you or something.

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Happy Birthday, Sam!

Characters: Sam, Little sister!reader, Dean, Jess, John [mentioned]

Words: 2600+

A/N: So I started writing this today, without any idea in mind at all, because I completely forgot it was May 2nd today (yes it’s been a lot lately haha. In my head it’s like a month left to May, but apparently not). I just finished writing this and it’s getting kinda late, so I apologize if there’s any errors and stuff. Also, the first two parts are flashbacks, kind of. Hopefully it’ll make sense.

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Your name: submit What is this?

You love birthdays. Always had, ever since you were a kid. And although it was fun to have your own birthday, you mostly meant other people’s birthdays. You just loved seeing smiles on their faces as you tried your best to make their special day, just that, special. It surely was something magical about that.


”(Y/N)?” Dean whispered, as his hands gently shook your narrow shoulders to awake you.

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your fists, blinking hard to regain your vision, wanting to return to the dreamland with blue skies, funny-shaped cotton candy-like clouds and all kinds of pretty, colorful animals including unicorns with rainbow mane and tails.

”Come on,” Dean whispered again, helping you sit up in the bed. ”We gotta surprise Sammy!”

You remembered, and instantly you were wide awake and alert. Sammy’s birthday.

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nudes feat. feelings

a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.

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Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha, in my sophomore year.

I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy and Nate, who were a year older.

Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.

And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the games. Always.

And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that year. But I was just so bummed about that game.

All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.

“why so quiet?” he asked.

“I’m just annoyed.” I replied, playing with my straw in my water.

“why?” he asked. Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.

“the game.” I mumbled.

“you serious?” he laughed, and that made me look at him.

“yeah I’m serious. I’ve never played so bad before.”

“you didn’t do that bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”

“no, I should have been able to handle it.”

“(y/n) you didn’t do bad.”

“I had at least 14 turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.

“they triple teamed you.”

“I shouldn’t have had 14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”

“it was 6.” He said, no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight ahead.

“what?” I asked, looking at him. He turned and looked at me.

“you had 6 turnovers. 15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”

And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.

Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.

It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.

Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for me too.

I lived in a little house like right down the block. I practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.

We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.

The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything more than that seemed so weird to even think about.

Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his lips and looked me up and down.

Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.

Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to leave.

And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.

So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him when I spend so much time with him.

But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.

Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach. Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.

I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so different than with all the other guys.

I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.

“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s be honest, I always have one.

“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites his lip.

“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of your own sister.” Emily chimes in.

“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.

“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.” Madison says, throwing up her arms.

“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.

“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.

“seriously Sammy.”

“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.

“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”

“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s a shit and you know it.”

“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”

“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It was so annoying.

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I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day, and it definitely turned me on.

We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since then.

I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture, and then another very very explicit message.

I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.

There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes. You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.

I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something. But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.

I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.

I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the messages.

Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.

“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.

“um yeah. What the hell.”

“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.

“well uh, did you read his messages?”

“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”

“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”

“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell going off. “Emily, what the hell”

“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.

The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.

About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in front of me.

“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously angry.

“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I said, motioning to the tub.

“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”

“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head back.

“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he asked.

“I’m trying to.”

“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”

“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even though I have yet to make eye contact with him.

“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against the doorframe.

“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”

“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”

“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he had when he was high.

“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He confessed. This was news to me.

“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed, taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and shook it.

“you know, I still think you are.”

“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.

“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of course.”

“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier than me.”

“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty (y/n).”

“what is all this Sammy?”

“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”

“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.

“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you then.” He laughed.

“whatever.”

“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom. Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.

“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he nodded at my chest.

“so what are you even saying sammy?”

“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money. Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.

“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so confused by this.

“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but imagine you and me like that.”

“Sammy.” I gasped.

“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”

I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before that involved him. Never would I have told him that.

“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll leave right now.”

Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but it was a feeling I’ve never had before.

“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.

“yeah.” I smiled.

“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”

“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m naked.”

“yeah. Your point?”

“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”

“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’

“because I’m naked.”

“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked, shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes wide.

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Sterek + “We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL,” Stiles said, looking around and shuddering. 

“Stiles it’s just a store,” Derek said with a laugh, looking down at the pile of clothes that Stiles had just dumped onto the growing pile of discarded clothes, “None of these worked?”

“No,” Stiles said, sounding like a petulant child, “I can’t believe Lydia is making me buy a new suit for her stupid wedding.”

“I’ll tell her you said that,” Derek threatened, “Let’s try that’s try that shop that Jackson suggested.”

“I’m an entry level FBI agent, I can’t afford to shop where Jackson shops,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair and frowning.

“I wasn’t suppose to tell you, but Lydia is insisting on paying for it,” Derek said. 

“She, what?”

“She wants you to fit into the theme of the wedding,” Derek said, shaking his head, “You know Lydia.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Stiles said shaking his head, “Okay fine, if Lydia is paying we can go to that shop that Jackson suggested.”

“Great,” Derek said, grabbing Stiles’ hand and leading him out of the store, “We’re getting lunch first, we were in that damn store for 2 hours.”

“Thank god, I’m starving,” Stiles said with a smile, walking toward the food court, “That store really was evil.”

“Yeah I’m 99% sure the clerk was a fairy,” Derek said when they were out of ear shot, “Never trust a fairy.”

“You should have told me earlier that Lydia was buying, we could have left!” Stiles said with a laugh, feeling better now that he was out of the yellow light of the dressing room. 

“If I had known it was money that was holding you back I would have told you before we event walked into the mall, you know I hate it here,” Derek said.

“You didn’t have to come,” Stiles said, looking down, not knowing what else to say. Derek saw the tension in his face and wanted to smooth the lines between Stiles’ eyes, he wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t wanted to. 

“Of course I did, I wasn’t going to make you suffer alone,” Derek said shaking his head, “I love you, that would just be cruel.”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” Derek said, running a hand through his hair. They had only been dating for a few months, maybe it was too soon to have said it. 

“No, not shit,” Stiles said, grabbing Derek’s face, “I love you too.”

They got kicked out of the mall. It’s a good thing Jackson’s suit shop was downtown or else they would have had to drive to Beacon Heights to get Stiles’ suit for the wedding. 

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Patience isn’t a virtue - Jason Todd x Reader

Anon requested: scenario where s/o is trying to solve a rubios cube and Jason just come by and takes it from her hands and like a second later he’s like ‘done’

A/N - Another request for my fave batboy :D Sorry this one’s a little short but I wanted to get it out today cause I’m really busy tomorrow, hope you like it anon, thanks for the request.


“Is that a Rubik’s cube? I haven’t seen one of those since I was a kid” Y/N asked as she walked into the living room of Wayne Manor to see Jason quickly rotating the rows of a Rubik’s cube and Damian watching him intently, holding a stop-watch.

“Yup” Jason said “I’m teaching Damian the ancient art of Rubik’s cube solving”

“A very important skill” Y/N nodded as she took a seat on the sofa, next to Jason and watched as he proudly presented the completed cube with it’s distinct colour on each side, before randomizing the rows again and handing it to Damian and received the the stop-watch in return.

“Very impressive, how long did it take you?” Y/N watched as Jason began to time Damian on the stop-watch.

“12 seconds, a pathetic time that I intend to beat with ease” Damian answered whilst twisting the cube quickly, his tongue sticking out in concentration. “There! All done. Time, Todd?”

“15 seconds” Jason replied and showed the stop-watch before Damian could accuse him of lying.

“Not bad, I used to be able to do it in 10” Y/N mentioned casually. And both boys turned to look at her, Damian with an expression of surprise, and Jason with one of pride.

“Oh yeah? Prove it!” Damian said, randomising the cube and shoving it at Y/N, before snatching the stop-watch from Jason.

Y/N took a deep breath before nodding at Damian to start the timer. She began to twist the rows on the cube, trying to remember her strategy from when she was a kid, but it soon became apparent that it wasn’t working, the more she twisted the cube the more confused she became until, after what must have been 30 seconds, Y/N dropped the Rubik’s cube into her lap in frustration.

“It’s been years since I even saw a Rubik’s cube, let alone completed one” Y/N said defensively.

Jason and Damian both opened their mouths to say something; Damian something mocking no doubt and Jason, something comforting. However, they were interrupted by Dick entering the room and announcing that Bruce needed to see Jason and Damian about something and it was probably going to take a while.

“I thought we were meant to be going out for lunch?” Y/N asked, slightly irked by Bruce stealing her and Jason’s rare free time together.

“Sorry babe, we’ll go out later, maybe for dinner, yeah?” Jason said giving Y/N a kiss on the head and another, longer kiss on the lips before leaving the room with Damian and Dick.

Now what was Y/N to do whilst she waited for Jason? She looked down at the Rubik’s cube on her lap, it couldn’t hurt to do a bit of practice, right? Then when Jason and Damian came back she’d show them some real Rubik’s cube skills.

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It was an hour later when Jason returned to the living room where he’d left Y/N.

“Good news, that didn’t take nearly as long as I thought, even with Bruce babbling on, so we should still have time to-”

Jason stopped dead. Y/N was sitting on the sofa, brow furrowed in concentration, rapidly spinning the rows on a Rubik’s cube, before throwing it down in frustration.

“Um sweetheart, have you been sat there this entire time?

“Urggh! I swear I used to be so good at these and now I can’t even complete one!” Was the frustrated answer he received.

“Huh, well going out for lunch with your handsome boyfriend should make you feel better” Jason sat next to Y/N, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Y/N shook her head and picked up the cube again “No, not until I can complete this stupid thing”

Jason opened his mouth to argue but upon seeing Y/N’s expression clearly decided it was fruitless. “OK…Well I’ve gotta get some stuff done first anyway so we’ll head out in a bit yeah?”, the only response he received was a nod.

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Yet another hour later and Jason returned to an identical scene of Y/N, now completely hunched over the Rubik’s cube, only this time Jason wasn’t waiting for her to be finished. Instead, he strode over and took the cube out of her hands.

“Hey!” Y/N protested

It took Jason about 10 seconds of fiddling before he solved the cube then tossed it back to her. Patience, as it turned out was not one of Jason’s virtues.

“There, done! Now let’s go, and never look at another Rubik’s cube ever again”

anonymous asked:

Bruce randomly show up at the Daily Plane.

Clark: *swirling in his chair in Lois’ cubicle, waiting for Lois to finish her work before lunch break*
Clark: Perry’s making me do a piece on Batman again. Wanna take it from me?
Lois: *wrinkling her nose, rummaging through a pile of papers* Shouldn’t that be really easy for you to do? You have access to the primary source.
Clark: Yeah, we all know how productive I was when I tried to do an interview with him.
Lois: *pretending to be disgusted* No Clark, I don’t know, and I don’t wanna know.
Clark: *smiles to himself* Yeah, you don’t wanna know.
Lois: *side-eyes Clark, then lets out a sigh of frustration* Okay, I need to eat. I’m starving. Where should we go?
Clark: *gets up with Lois* Uh…how’s Mexican?
Lois: *shudders* Ugh, no. My stomach didn’t appreciate it last time
Clark: Fine, sushi. That place down the street? *helps Lois put on her coat*
Lois: Thanks. Yeah, let’s go– *sees Bruce approaching* –or not. Hello, Mr Wayne.
Bruce: Ms. Lane.
Clark: …Bruce? What’re you doing here?
Bruce: *leans in for a kiss* Just thought I’d take you out for lunch.
Clark: I’m having lunch with Lois. Didn’t you say you have a meeting?
Bruce: I’m sure Ms Lane wouldn’t mind if I join? And yeah, a meeting with my handsome boyfriend. *winks*
Clark: *rolls his eyes* I just threw up in my mouth.
Bruce: At least that’ll freshen up your breath. *smirks*
Clark: Wow–*about to give a comeback*
Lois: Okay boys, boys, that’s enough. Mr Wayne, you can take Clark out to lunch. I’ll just go with Jenny.
Clark: We were going to have sushi!
Lois: Go, I need to catch up with Jenny anyway. *waves, leaves to find Jenny*
Bruce: I know a sushi place.
Clark: Something cheap, Bruce.
Bruce: *innocently* Sorry, I don’t know what that means.
Clark: Unbelievable. Fine, but I’m not dressed fancy.
Bruce: I have your suit downstairs in the car.
Clark: Damn, you prepared for this, huh.
Bruce: I’m the best boyfriend you’ll ever have. *places a hand behind Clark’s back* Come on, let’s go. *walks with Clark to the elevator*
Clark: You don’t have to come all the way to Metropolis for random dates, you know?
Bruce: I know that. But I thought I’d surprise you for our anniversary.
Clark: Our an–…oh shi–Bruce, I forgot. God, I’m so sorry..I’ll pay for the meal or something–
Bruce: *laughs* Yeah, good luck with that. Just repeat after me: “Bruce is the best boyfriend I’ll ever have.”
Clark: *serious* But really, you are. I feel awful.
Bruce: *fixes Clark’s hair absentmindedly* Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. We’re not even married.
Clark: Still. Can I at least pay my half?
Bruce: *resists smiling, hesitates* Uh…can you?
Clark: Bruce, what kind of sushi is this? It’d better be covered in gold leaves.
Bruce: *laughs* Anything for you, babe.

“Our mutual friend apparently has been waiting for us to get together and so they’re very angry/disappointed/upset when they find out that the reason we kissed last night was because we were black-out drunk, but hey I actually do like you so how’s lunch sound after we’re done being hungover and can actually stand being in the sunlight?” AU

- (@shittyaus)

anonymous asked:

So this is a story about my friend. We were sitting at lunch and my friend starts freaking out and pointing under the table, I look under the table only to find a giant ass cockroach crawling around. Before ya know it the whole lunch table is freaking the fuck out, our algebra 1 teacher comes over and says "calm down! Don't hurt bugs they're our friends!" And my friend screams at her "BITCH ROACHES ARENT FRIENDS" she got sent to the office and we didn't hear from her for the rest of the day.

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smile || kim taehyung

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary: You and Tae play around with his camera in the garden, and getting him to smile for a photo is more difficult than you might think.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1370

extreme fluff look out

Originally posted by jeonbase


“Smile!” Taehyung said, grinning as he held up the camera, peering into the view finder. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face anyway.

We were in our garden, where we had laid out a picnic lunch on the grass. Unfortunately, the flowers blooming along the edge of the wall in the height of summer attracted a multitude of terrifying, buzzing insects, so our romantic picnic became less eating and kissing, and more flapping and shrieking.

My smile dropped suddenly as a large bumblebee flew directly towards my face. I screamed, ducking violently to prevent it from getting caught in my hair, and waited for it to fly by before lifting up my head again, only to find my boyfriend cackling on the floor, clutching the camera to his chest.

“You.. have to see the photo I just got.” He giggled, sitting back up and showing me the screen. I blocked the light with my hand to see it better and was greeted with an unattractive shot of me mid scream, the top of my head blurry as I began my panicked descent away from the massive insect. I began to hit Tae on the shoulder as he chuckled loudly, but couldn’t stop my own laughter from bubbling out at the ridiculous photo.

“Don’t be so rude!” I exclaimed, hitting him again as we both continued to laugh. He began to zoom in on the photo, still laughing. Dodging a collision with another bee, I managed to snatch the camera out of his hands, ignoring his whines of protest. “My turn.”

I lifted the camera to my eye and focused on the pouty expression he was making at his camera being taken away. I snapped a photo of him, and smiled at the colourful flowers in the background of the photo.

“Come on baby, smile.” I teased, and he shook his head, his acting skills coming out as he pretended to be angry.

“I will not. Not for people who steal my camera.” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms.

“I know you want to, Vante.” I teased, my grin widening. He narrowed his eyes at the nickname, but I could see he was trying not to smile, the corners of his lips wavering. My determination to capture a photo of him smiling increased as his face remained straight. “Okay then, I’ll just have to make you smile.” His eyes widened.

“Oh no, Y/N, please no jokes. I get enough from Jin already.” He begged, but I already had one lined up.

“What time did the man go to the dentist?” I asked, ignoring his pleas. He leant back on his arms warily. A laugh was already leaving my lips as I said the answer. “Tooth-hurty.” I laughed, clapping my hands together, but frowning as his mouth did not even twitch.

“Did you hear about the fire at the circus?” I asked, smiling, and he gave me a bored look. He sighed, shaking his head as he waved away a fly buzzing around his head.

“No.”

“I heard it was in tents.” I said, laughing, and I saw his lips purse and his eyes crease as he attempted not to laugh, my camera ready. However, he composed himself before I could get a photo, much to my irritation. “Come on, that was good.” I whined, lowering it to look at him.

“Can I have my camera back now?” He asked, reaching for it and frowning as I lifted it out of his reach. He leant forward, his head resting on my arm as he strained to reach it. “Y/N pleaaassee.” He whined and peered up at me, his brown eyes wide and innocent, but I knew better than to fall for them.

“Not until you smile.” I replied, grinning, and he sighed, moving back into a sitting position.

“Okay, I will.” He gave in, and I lifted up the camera hopefully. But it was lowered immediately as he pulled a stupid face, his mouth stretching into a hilariously comical smile and his eyes widening. I gave him a blank look and he shrugged. “You told me to smile.”

“I meant a real smile.” I whined, pouting down at the camera for a moment before an idea came to me. I continued to scroll through photos, waiting for the right moment before taking advantage of his gullible nature and widening my eyes, pointing behind him.

“Wow, look how big that bee is!” I exclaimed, and to my joy he turned his head. I leaned my head closer to his, the camera ready in my other hand.

“What, where?” He asked, searching behind him. “There isn’t a bee th-“

As he turned his head back I caught his mouth in my own, pressing my lips against his firmly. He made a noise of surprise and stayed still for a moment before leaning in and returning the kiss. As soon as I pulled away I lifted the camera and took several photos. Sure enough, he had a shy smile on his face as he giggled, and a grin spread across my own face at how cute he was.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, smiling wide and reaching over to playfully hit me on the leg. “Not fair!”

I ignored him, focused on the photo I had just taken. My smile widened as I took it in; it was perfect. Tae’s pale blue shirt made his tanned skin stand out and his golden hair fell perfectly ruffled by the soft breeze in the garden. The flowers created a colourful background and the portion of sky visible was a bright blue. The photo was colourful and well framed but what I couldn’t take my eyes off was him. His mouth was wide in a boxy smile, his teeth visible and his cheeks pulled upwards, his eyes in two crescents as they looked at me from behind the camera. He looked absolutely radiant. I looked up at him to find him watching me with a softer smile on his face.

I put the camera down and shuffled towards him, leaning forward to press my lips against his again, this time gently and slowly. His hands came to rest on my waist and I smiled against his lips.

“You’re beautiful.” I whispered, opening my eyes to take him in, our noses brushing. The smile that overtook his face at my words was just as bright as the one in the photo, and I marvelled at the sight. He laughed and brought his hands to skim my cheeks.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He said, and I blushed, smiling widely and giggling at the pair of us.

“You can have your camera back now,” I said happily, picking it up and passing it back to him, “but I’ll need you to send me one of the photos.”

And that’s the photo that I clutched in my hands a month later as I watched him board his flight for tour, tears slipping down my cheeks. Of course, the photo that he insisted on taking with him was the one of me escaping the bee, claiming it made him happy and made him laugh, and so he would need it on tour when he was sad or when he missed me.

He gave me one final wave before disappearing into security, and I looked down at the photo. It was slightly bent but still just as radiant and bright as the day we took it. The colours in the picture stood out against the grey of the airport floor. His smile shone out at me and I couldn’t help but to smile back, his grin infectious even when on paper.

The photo remained with me always, even when he was back home. It stayed in my purse or my pocket or my bag; wherever I could keep it closest to me. On the days where I missed Taehyung, or when we were fighting, I would take it out and look at it. Through whatever argument or distance, it was kept as a constant reminder of how lucky I was to have him, and to love him.


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