were they ever even cool or did we all just pretend?

Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks


3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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All For Show Part 2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language
Word Count : 982

Part 1 

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

It’s been a week since your sisters Valentine’s Day dinner. And the moment you made it to your apartment, you kept your distance from Steve.

The feelings you had for him were not only confusing, but painful. You couldn’t be with him. You couldn’t damage the friendship you two had because of things didn’t work out, you knew everything would change.

You were in love with your best friend. The biggest cliche of them all. Something you would always tease. But here you were.

Steve called you everyday since the dinner. Not knowing what was going on. He even knocked on your door a couple of times. But you never answered.

You were terrified.

He left voicemails on your phone, asking you to call him back. Telling you how much he misses you and wants you to talk to him.

It was the hardest thing to do, to push him away.

—–

“Shit! I’m going to be late!” You yelped as you shot up in bed.

Quickly, you threw whatever you had near you, on and pulled your hair up in a messy bun.

It was your first day back to work since the dinner, and you couldn’t be late.

You were an assistant for one of the biggest fashion designer in New York City. And she wasn’t one to be late for.

As you opened the door to leave, you tripped over something, almost knocking you over. “Ow!”

“What the hell?” You groaned.

Looking back, you felt your breath hitch to the back of your throat. Your body stiffened as your eyes met his.

“Just beat me up why don’t you.” Steve slightly chuckled, pulling himself up off the ground.

“W-What’re you d-doing here?” You stuttered.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, his stare more intense than it was before.

“I’m making sure my best friend is okay.” He said. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls? Or texts?”

You swallowed hard and immediately averted your eyes else where as you turned your back to him.

“I’ve been busy.” You lied.

“Too busy to send a quick text back?” He asked. “Did I do something? Did I screw up the dinner? What the hell happened?”

You didn’t want him to find out the real reason why you’ve been ignoring his calls. Which you decided to play it cool.

“You did nothing wrong.” You stated. “I’ve just been busy. My sister had me running around the city with her, planning her stupid wedding.” Part of that was true, but it was always just for a couple of hours.

Steve studied your face for bluff. His brows scrunched together as if he were thinking of something.

Until a smile crept on his lips and his stare softened. “Ok good. I thought I did something.” He chuckled. “I’ve missed you though. I never knew how boring my life is without you until now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Stop being dramatic. It was only a week.” You teased. “But seriously, I have to go before I’m late.”

As you were about to walk away, you felt his hand tug at yours.

“Come over tonight. I’ll order Chinese and we can watch pirates of the Caribbean.” He smiled.

You wanted to come up with some excuse. But you had nothing.

“Before you could even say no, im going to leave.” Steve chuckled. “I’ll see you tonight. And say hi to Satan for me.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Your were finally able to let out a long breath, which you didn’t even know you were holding.

A part of you was happy to see him, to feel him again. But the other part wanted to scream.

Today was going to be a long day.

—–
(9 hours later)

“So what’re you going to do tonight?” Riley asked as she swung her purse over her shoulder. Ready to leave for the day.

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “Going to Steve’s for some Chinese.”

Riley smiled at the name. Ever since she met Steve at your birthday party last year, she had this small thing for him. But who could blame her?

“That sounds fun.” She stated. “You’re so lucky to have a guy like him. I remember just how funny and sweet he was at your party. How long have you two been dating?”

“What? N-No, he and I are just friends.” You muttered. “Nothing more.”

“Oh wow, I thought you two were together. My mistake.”

“It’s okay. He’s just my best friend.” You reassured her.

Riley bit on her lower lip, her fingers twisting her hair as if she were nervous. “Well if you two aren’t dating, would it be okay if I talked to him?”

Your stomach dropped, a spark of jealousy ignited in you and as much as you wanted to say no. To tell her he’s all yours, you didn’t.

You knew you couldn’t be with him. You knew you had to ignore these feelings.

“What’re you doing tonight?” You asked.

—–

Steve was so excited to spend the night with you. To be with you again.

The entire week, when he was alone he realized just how important you were. He realized how much he wanted to see you and suddenly, his feelings for you grew.

He wanted tonight to be special.

Steve wasn’t someone who acted on his feelings until now. When he saw you today, he wanted nothing more than to pull you in and kiss you again.

But he wanted to do it right. This was the first time he had ever felt this way for someone.

The knock at his door made his stomach flutter. Not only was he excited to hang out with you, he was nervous.

“You got this.” He whispered to himself.

As he opened the door, his smile twitched. “R-Riley?”

“Hey.” She smirked.


Part Three

What’s on my mind is

that scar on the left side of your face,
right below the sharp edge of your jaw,
how it looks like an arrow. How I wish
I were brave enough to trace my finger
like a road on a map until I hit somewhere 

to call home.

When you drank your first beer, did you
pretend to feel the buzz just to make the
cool kids stop calling you a fucking loser?
Or maybe you were the cool kid. Maybe you
pressed cheap alcohol into the palms of kids
like me. Careful kids. Color in the lines kids.

Also, key lime pie. Specifically, my mom’s.
Would you eat it? I know you hate pie, but
how many girls’ moms’ pies have you eaten
just to please some girl’s mom? A lot, I’m sure.

Too many. But I like you. Even though you are
a raging republican. Even though you practice
dinner party talk in my bed. (Especially because
I think that’s you trying to impress me.) And

sometimes, when we dare to let the silence sit,
I wonder if the first people to get married
regretted it. Did they lie side-by-side five years
past their vows and rearrange letters of the
alphabet just to find the right word: Done.
Damaged. Different. Devoid. Divide. Divorce.

Yes, they thought, as they unlinked their hands.
Divorce. Because it burns something ugly on the tongue.
I wonder if we’ll ever get divorced before I remember
that we aren’t married. We aren’t anything. Then,
of course, I wonder, what the hell we’re doing.

And on that note: Hell.
Do you believe in it?
Because I do. I think I do.

At least I might.

Or do you make up stories about the girl over there
nose deep in the Bible or the man with no hair
who keeps nodding off. The people on subways and
street corners, half-awake. When you guess at their lives,
are they happily ever afters with green grass lawns
and dogs who don’t bark? Do they believe in hell?

And even if they do and you do and suddenly you see some
small fragment of yourself in the glass of her eyes, does that
mean you won’t bury her jagged pieces so deep she loses her
sharpness? And when she exhumes that grave and slips
idiosyncrasies back under her skin like splinters, will you stay
for something beyond the guilt? When she finally cracks open
her mind just to let you peek at the bone and raw edges,
will you even remember asking for all of this in the first place?

No. Of course you won’t.

So I smile. I stretch. You hold me like a question mark, quiet
and careful and waiting. There are things you’d like me to say,
but the silence is so much sweeter. Stranger hands wander down
my waist, and you ask, once more, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” I say. “I was just falling asleep.“

phandominsanity  asked:

Yo do you have like a rly basic rec list of staple Larry fics? I'm rly new to the fandom and I'm trying to work my way through (the longer the better)

Basic Must Reads for Newbies!

Disclaimer: these are the fics i read when i first started reading fic in 2015. since then, i’ve read 445 fics (excluding the 2 i’m reading right now - and yes, i really do keep track of every fic i’ve ever read - and yes, I really did count them) and these are the fics I recommend you read when starting out. please note that there are hundreds of other fics I would recommend you read, but this list is for specifically what I consider classic, super popular fics within the fandom!

Escapade 146k

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

The Dead of July 117k 

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

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Ravish Me Red (Eggsy Unwin X Reader)

Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin X Reader
Word Count: 3,798
Author's Note: Reader has been with the Kingsman for longer than Eggsy and Roxy, but she’s only like a year or two older than them. Takes place after the events of the movie!! Forgive me nothing makes sense asdfghjkl  >.<  We’re gonna pretend that some Kingsman live at headquarters, or they at least do for a while.
WARNING: Sexual themes!!


“Galahad, would you step up to the front, please?” You asked, patiently waiting for Eggsy as he climbed out of his seat and to the front of the room. You were in charge of handling the weapons for the Kingsman and you had just gotten a new shipment of weapons in, so it was your job to show them how to use them. You smiled reassuringly at him and grabbed him by the shoulders, positioning him so that everyone in the room could see him.


“This,” You said, holding up a tube of lipstick for the other Kingsman to see it. “Might just become your new best friend.” You popped open the lid, revealing a pointed cylinder of clear lipstick. You carefully applied some to your lips, before looking at the men and women in the room. “As you can see, it barely even has a shine, so anyone can use it without it being suspicious. Be careful to not lick your lips though, as long as you don’t ingest it, you’re fine.”


“And what does it do, exactly?” Lancelot asked curiously, and you smiled at the blonde haired girl.


“I am very glad that you asked!” You said excitedly and turned your attention back to Eggsy. You wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss before he could react, well aware of the stunned silence of the other Kingsman. Eggsy’s tongue flicked across your lips, and you rolled your eyes as his mouth suddenly went limp and he fell into your arms. 

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Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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Purple Jewels (M) | 04

Word Count: 6242
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

cr.

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anonymous asked:

do u ever think maybe the entire series of teen wolf was actually just a really bad fever dream greenberg had after chipotle food poisoning

i think it’s probably an elaborate make believe game they all played. they’re actually eight and all live on the same cul-de-sac. occasionally they get bored and play lacrosse instead but the game gets really compelling.

laura is thirteen and she invented the game to keep scott and stiles from throwing eggs at each other. she played for the first day and then announced she was dead and let scott take over.

derek is NINE AND A HALF and kept getting annoyed with all the LITTLE KIDS and storming off (“i MOVE AWAY and get KIDNAPPED and DIE”) but he always came back the next day.

erica and boyd left partway through because they are stepsiblings and they had to spend the summer with their respective separated parents. isaac got mad at his dad for taking away his xbox and killed him off in game. his dad has no idea that he was murdered.

jackson got mad because everybody made him kiss lydia and he stopped playing.

malia moved in to allie’s old house when she moved away. she was like, REALLY GOOD at pretending. she literally just went “hi i’m malia” and scott was like “you’re a coyote” and she was like “ok”

danny’s mom signed him up for a cooking class and he stopped showing up as much. he made new friends and didn’t seem upset about it.

heather and danielle came over for cora’s birthday sleepover and played once but stiles had an instant crush on heather and made it weird.

kira is the new girl and everybody has a crush on her. they made up an ENTIRE STORY JUST FOR HER even though stiles kept ruining it by being possessed or something.

then he broke his arm falling out of a tree and he cried and everybody felt bad for him, so he was allowed to be in a crazy hospital for a while. he and lydia got really close while he was in the crazy hospital. she pretended to hear ghosts that talked about him being possessed.

mason and liam are the kids scott’s neighbor is babysitting and they’re only SIX but scott’s mom told them they HAD to let them play too.

at the end of summer scott told them they had to come up with a cool way to end it for good until next summer and stiles immediately went I GO TO THE FBI and everybody was like that makes no sense stiles this is a MONSTERS game. he still played the monsters game he just kept reminding everybody he was also an fbi guy. look he’s just really annoying, they have no idea why scott likes him. derek kissed him behind his mom’s geraniums.

jackson came back right at the end and RUINED THE WHOLE ENDING but scott had learned a lot about saying “yes, and” and let him stay. stiles still didn’t let him sign his cast.

scott and malia were boyfriendandgirlfriend in fifth grade but a kid transferred to their school after winter break and they amicably parted ways so malia could woo the new kid. lydia is in scott’s reading group in Reading Corner. we will see what happens next summer. (we won’t. the show is over.)

final grades:
laura: A+++, she quit but she’s THIRTEEN she’s SO COOL
scott: A+, got really good at making up new stories
stiles: D+, derailed every new story but was really sweet when he was sad
lydia: B, it took her a while to warm up to the game
jackson: F. shut up!
allie: B-, didn’t tell anybody she was moving until the trucks were there and wasn’t super upset about it. but she was really good at darts
derek: B+, was super grouchy until july
danny, erica, boyd, and isaac: incomplete
malia: A-, played along really well but was kind of weird
kira: B+, smelled good and her dad bought everybody pizza once but she started taking ballet in july and quit showing up
mason and liam: D-, lots of tantrums and mason kept pointing out that werewolves aren’t real also the tooth fairy
cora, heather, and danielle: incomplete
dr. deaton: C-, kept forgetting he was playing but he did introduce flour as the magic stop-you dust and have dogs
laura again: A+++, she wears COOL SOCKS and has a SCOOTER

Making New Rules

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: After Papa Stark finds his daughter and Peter getting steamy, he decides they need to settle some rules if those two are going to become an item.

word count:1798

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YOOO PART 3 OF I DONT PLAY BY THE RULES IS UP! GIVE IT SOME LOVE! HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY!

Originally posted by tonybeifong

To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. Neither of them knew what to say or do, especially since every time the teenagers glanced at each other Tony sent glares in Peter’s direction.

Y/n couldn’t believe her father. Hadn’t he been the one that suggested they dated each other? Sure, he had find them making out in her bed, but still! She glared back at him, trying to make him drop his attitude.

Everyone could feel the tension in the air, especially with the silence that filled the room. Peter wanted to make some conversation, but he knew if he did Mr. Stark might throw the knife at him. He felt really bad about dating his daughter, the one girl that was off limits, but still, he couldn’t believe the girl he had had a crush for over a year actually liked him back. It felt too good to be real.

Everyone ate their food lost in their own thoughts, trying their hardest to avoid what they knew was next. Y/n knew her father would have a “friendly” conversation with Peter, which would scare him off, just like every other boyfriend of hers. The difference was she would actually care if this one went away.

They spend the longest hour eating, but after it was obvious what they were doing Tony finally stand up, dragging the chair loudly, making both teenagers look at him.

“Well Peter, if you’re done pretending to eat, I’ll like to have a word or two with you, in private”

Peter stared at Y/n and back at her father. He knew she couldn’t save him from this one. He had to go with him and hope for the best. He stood up and followed as Mr. Stark went into his office, not waiting for him. He glanced back at the girl one more time, and just the sight of her giving him an apologetic and worried look was enough for him to gather some courage and finally step into the room.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the office, until he finally spotted the man, looking through the big glass wall, staring at the city under them. He approached him slowly, remaining a couple feet behind him.

“Peter, you see the city, all the people in it? How many people do you think there are in New York? How many girls? There has to be at least a dozen girls in it, different sizes, shapes, ages”

“I uhh- I guess there are many”

“Then-” Tony turned around and faced him, getting a step closer to him “Why did you choose the one girl I told you not to?”

Before Peter could even open his mouth Mr. Stark was talking again, not caring about his actual answer.

“My girl is the most important thing for me! If all you wanted was a pretty face to fool around with I can introduce you to someone! Obviously not prettier than Y/n, cause she has like, really good genes- but still”

Peter could not believe what he was listening to. It had taken him a whole year for Y/n to notice him, he wasn’t about to give up on the girl of his dreams.

“It’s not like that! I- I don’t- I don’t want anybody else!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she is Y/n! I mean- her looks are a bonus but I want to get to know her, I want her to fall for me and make her happy. She is not only intelligent but also the kindest person, and she is also very funny and I just-really like her”

“How would you know? It’s not like you ever talked to her before!”

“I didn’t knew I had a chance until yesterday! If I weren’t spider man she would’ve rejected me!”

As soon as the words left Peter mouth he realised it wasn’t the smartest idea, but it was already too late. The man in front of him got an upset and angry look that suggested he wanted to murder him in the spot.

“If you really think that way about my daughter then you shouldn’t date her”

Peter knew it was wrong to even think about it, but honestly, why would the perfect girl even glance in his direction if it weren’t for the suit? Also, she just made a move once she realised who he was.

“Why else would she even think of dating me? I’m nothing compared to her”

Tony sighed as he took a seat in the couch in his office, patting the seat beside him for Peter. The boy went and sat next to him, as the man spoke.

“Lemme tell you a story about Y/n’s first day at school Peter. I thought that maybe homeschooling wasn’t the best option for her, so hey, why not send her to a public school? Get her to have the whole high school experience right? However after she arrived from her first day I knew I  was fucked. Peter, why do you think Y/n is so popular?”

“Because of you?”

“Exactly! So like at first it was ok, she had a ton of friends, but all of the sudden all the boys wanted to get into her pants, apparently you included- But she never payed attention to none, until that first day she arrived home from school and started rambling about a familiar sounding boy-

“She said she had seen the cutest boy in her Chemistry class. Apparently not only was he “cute” but also super smart.”

Tony proceed to try to imitate his daughter puppy eyes and her voice, making a lovesick grin while he continued.

“I’m telling you dad! He has the softest brown eyes! And curly hair and he is just- the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen. He is also super smart and- has like all the answers for everything! He is in the decathlon team and seriously dad, he might be smarter than your geniuses in the lab down here!”

“Everyday she would come home with one of her stories about cute brown eyes boy, until she finally discovered your name and told me”

Peter had never felt so confused. Did Y/n liked him since so long ago? Why hadn’t she said anything? They had both been pinning when they could have actually been together?

“So, you see why I’m not into the idea of you guys dating? You’re the one boy that might actually hurt my daughter, or take her away from me”

“I would never do either of those things. I really like her and I know- I know how it feels to lose people, I would never do that to you”

Tony finally loosen up to his words and gave him a side hug, while ruffling his hair.

“I know you mean no harm kid, but she is the most important person in my life, we gotta settle some rules if you really want to be with her”

“I do, and I promise I’ll try to follow them this time”

“So, first rule, no touching kid, even though you already broke that rule, try to keep your hands to yourself”

Peter knew that rule was going to be broken many times, and Tony seemed to realise as he pushed the boy and punched his arm.

“You could at least try! Okay new rule, no touching in front of me, and once the time is right we’ll have a safe talk- but that doesn’t mean I give you permission to bone my daughter!”

“What? No- Of course not! Okay so, second rule?”

“Your job is to protect her, if I’m not around then it’s your duty! Don’t let people find out about her and you being spider man! Don’t let your enemies get close to her or I swear I’ll kill you myself kiddo”

“I won’t let them anywhere near her I promise”

“Last but not least you have to maker her the happiest girl okay? She comes home crying because of you and I’ll make sure you pay for it Peter, and I mean it- especially if you break my rules. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my daughter”

“I know Mr. Stark- and also- I- I wanted to apologize for before. I shouldn’t have betrayed your trust, especially after everything you’ve done for me and-”

“I’m sorry Peter, I overreacted- and to be honest, I’ll rather have her date you than any other asshole. Anyways, We should go met Y/n, she must think I already killed you”

With these final words Tony got up and opened the door as he called for Y/n to come in, even though she was probably pretending not to spy on them.

“Everything’s settled then, I have a meeting to go, you guys finish your homework. Goodbye honey”

He kissed Y/n’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look she gave him and stepped out, leaving them alone.

“God what did he told you? I thought I’d heard some yelling in here”

The girl came next to him and cuddled beside him as he hugged her from the side.

“He was actually very cool about it, he even told me some interesting stuff”

She looked at him while Peter played with her hair, a knowing grin in his face.

“What did he told you?”

“Just stuff”

“Tell meeee!”

“He might’ve told me the story about the soft brown eyed boy”

She blushed and hide her face in his chest, as he laughed at her reaction.

“I can’t believe you had a crush on me!”

“Pete stop it! We’re dating!”

“Still! I still can’t believe it tho, we could’ve been dating for almost a year!

“Well, it’s your fault we had to wait all this time! You should’ve asked me out!”

“Well, you never talked to me either! How was I supposed to know you liked awkward dorky Peter?”

“That’s because I always thought you saw me as a mean superficial bimbo girl! I never thought you’d go out with someone like that! At least not when there were a dozen of girls better than me!”

Peter looked down at the girl in his arms and removed the hair from her face, cupping her cheek and bringing her close to him. She looked perfect next to him, looking expectantly at him, trying to get closer before he talked again.

“You’re the only girl for me”

He finally pulled her in for a kiss. This one felt different. It was sweet and slow, making his heart full with happiness. He knew next to her he didn’t had to worry about anything else, he had all the time in the world by her side.

“I guess the wait was worth it”

“It totally was”

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A/N: Request from anon. Something like this was going through my head for a while now. I love how readers just read my mind sometimes. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 1984
Warnings: mental breakdown, mentions of parent death

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Request: Can you do a Bucky x Reader where he pretends he doesn’t like her but then she keep noticing him staring? It can end on smut or fluff, your call. Thank you!!!

Words: 3091

Warnings: SMUT 

Author’s note: I hope you Bucky hoes enjoy it <3 Sorry anon if it’s not what you have imagined. Please, let me know what you think! 

     You could have fall for Steve, right? The man is a prince without a white horse. You could’ve developed a crush on Sam, too. He is handsome and always makes you laugh, so sweet. You could be interested on Bruce Banner, who is so cute and let’s face it, you have a huge thing for intelligence. You could be pinning after Thor, who happens to be literally a god and already gave you millions of hints that he is interested. What’s the matter with you? You had to be head over heels for a man who doesn’t even acknowledge your existence.

     Despite your struggles with self esteem, you knew you weren’t a bad sight. You draw some glances here and there, but Bucky was never aware of you. You are young, one of the youngest of the team. And he, despite his looks, is the oldest and sometimes he treats you like your grandpa would, scolding you and talking about how young and reckless you are. He is too much for you anyway, but the fact he doesn’t talk to the other girls like this really bother you.

     You sighed, defeated. You were making a fool of yourself but you couldn’t help.

     You could watch him all day. Hiding behind the drapes of your room, you could see him emerging from the swimming pool. His shorts clinging to his body, making your eyes go wide at the view. He pulled his hair back with both hands and his abs contracted. His V line seemed so lickable and you licked your own lips in response.

     “What do we have here?” You jumped, startled, and turned around to see a smirky redhead.  

     “What?” You asked, trying to play cool.

     “Can you imagine how surprised he would be if he knew you spy on him like this?” Nat mused, raising one eyebrow. She laughed at your shocked expression.

     “Bucky? I don’t… I’m not spying on him!” You snapped.

     “You know I’m a former spy, right? I can see right through you, devil.” You wish you could wipe that cocky grin of her face. With your knuckles.

     You sighed.

     “Hi girls, what’s up?” Wanda walked in, distracted.

     “Y/N here is having a good time watching Bucky swim!” Nat mocked and you shushed her violently.

     “Shut the fuck up! What if someone hears you saying that???” You peered out of your bedroom, thankfully the hall was empty. You slammed the door shut and spun on your feet, finding the two girls sat on your bed, smirking.

     “It’s not like that… I…” You bit your lip, considering telling or not. “Ok, I kind of have a crush on him.” You admitted.

     Wanda squeaked and Nat threw you a you-don’t-say glance. Of course, she knew.

     “But nothing will ever happen!” You kept talking, ignoring their reactions . “Our relationship is strictly professional. I’ve tried already to talk to him, to be friends, and he only grunts and nods at me. He doesn’t like me at all.”

     “Why wouldn’t he like you? He was like that for several months before letting us in. All that HYDRA shit made him built walls that are difficult to break.” Wanda told you softly, padding your forearm when you sat with them.

     “But it’s not just it, you know? He treats me like if I were a baby…” You pouted.

     “At least he didn’t try to kill you like he did to me when we first met… And now we are friends.” The redhead said before giving you a malicious smile. “And he seems pretty flustered whenever you are close to him.”

     “No way!” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t say such thing just to make me feel better! The guy doesn’t even notice me.”

     She scoffed. “That’s what you think. He’s a man of few words but his eyes can’t hide. Do something, then. Whenever you are distracted and he is around, look at him.”

     “Okay, I’m done with this conversation. It’s not like I’m in love with him or something, it’s just a silly crush. I’ll be over it. And don’t dare to say anything to anyone” You threw them a mortal glance.

     Later that night the thought of him flustered because of you flooded your mind and you couldn’t sleep. You cursed Nat for giving you hopes, but another thought kept whispering in your mind. Saying something like that just to cheer you up didn’t sound like her; maybe Wanda, but not Nat.

    In the next morning, you got down the stairs in your pajama shorts and a write henley. You grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to the living room. You sat in your favorite chair, by the window. The early sunlight felt so good on your skin and you relished it.

     You were lazily spread, reading Silmarillion for the thousandth time. You were starting the story of Beren and Luthien when you remembered what Nat said. With your eyes still on the page, you could hear the team talking at the kitchen. You peered over your book and almost choked.

     Bucky was leaned at the kitchen aisle, prop on his flesh elbow. His metal hand was grabbing the teacup and his eyes were glued on you. He didn’t have that usual serious expression, he was relaxed. But it only lasted one second. Noticing your glance, he straightened his back and looked away.

     Your heart was hammering on your rib cage. Your eyes were again on the pages in front of you but your mind surely wasn’t. What was it? You replayed the image over and over to find hints. Of two, one: he was really watching you or what Nat said made you interpret that way. It could be a mindless glance, right? But you were all spread wearing sheen shorts.  You abruptly crossed your legs and looked up again. There he was, staring shamelessly. He knew you caught him and there was no point on hide it, so he gave you a half smile that sent your panties on fire.  He collected his plate and put it on the sink, disappearing from your sight right after. What the fuck just happened?

     You impatiently knocked on her door. You had to ask. The door cracked open and revealed a very disheveled Natasha.

     “What.” She stated and you knew you woke her up.

     “I need to talk to you!” You entered her room and she grunted, frustrated. She fell back on the bed with a loud thud and stared at the ceiling.

     “There’s no point in asking you to leave, right?”

     “Nope.” You collapsed in bed, beside her.

     “That thing you said about Bucky… Did you really mean it? About he being frustrated and the glances…” You asked and the curiosity won over her grumpiness.

     She grinned and looked at you. “Why?”

     You told her what just happened and she laughed at how nervous you were. She rambled over an ‘I told you so’ speech and you left her bedroom feeling more confident.

     You kept catching him staring for the next weeks and he always pretended nothing was happening, but you could see a smirk dancing at the corners of his lips. At the gym, at the pool, whenever you had to bend over or stretch to reach something, his eyes were all over you. He didn’t change the way of speaking to you but now that you knew what to look for, you found it. Whenever he got to your nerves, there was always a gleam of amusement on his eyes. Whenever he was angry for something that happened at missions and told on you, there was a heat, like a pent up thing.

     There was definitely a pent up thing. You were growing tired of having nothing more than glances and sassiness. You felt bold enough to step up the game.

     He walked in the gym like a god, by his looks you could guess he was returning from his morning run. He greeted Nat and Clint, who were sparring on the mat, and just nodded once at you.

     “Where is Steve?” He asked and you didn’t care to answer, just shrugged. Two could play this mute game.

     He asked louder and Clint answered. “He’s in a meet with Fury.”

     “Fuck.” He grunted and you knew why. Steve and Bucky helped each other lifting weights and you knew Bucky hate to do it by himself.

     “What’s up? Did Steve stood you up? You asked, laughing.

     “Yup.” He answered, annoyed.

     Seeing him so angry for nothing made a thought cross your mind. First as a joke but then you realized it was probably truth. Bucky needed to get laid. You smirked and stood up, facing him. His eyes rapidly roamed over your form and you knew your outfit was a bit revealing. Ignoring it, you lift the water bottle to your lips before glancing at him.

    “I can help if you want.” You shrugged and he looked suspiciously at you.

     “Really? Would you?”

     “Yes, I just finished my cardio training. C’mon, we’re not exactly crazy about each other but we can help each other out.” You laughed and Bucky joined you, knowing you were just teasing him. “Wanna start?”

     He picked the heaviest weights of the room and set them at the endings of a bar. He thought you were doing this to give a better look at him but you‘re the one who would fluster him. He laid down at the bench, sweatpants hanging dangerously low and clinging to his bulge, a white shirt one size smaller than him. You felt wetness pooling on your heat just at the sight. You positioned yourself by his head and ghosted your hands over the bar he was lifting.

     One, two, three, four, five, you could see his arm muscles menacing to rip the skin and the grunts that were leaving his lips were beyond sinful. Maybe it was a bad idea.

     “You’re lifting your knees, dumbass.” You laughed and he let out a heavy breath.

     “Then fucking hold them, kid.” Kid. He was enjoying the view of your breasts and calls you kid?! Your blood boiled.

     You mindlessly walked over the bench and straddled his thighs, your ass dangerously close to his bulge. You leaned forward to hold his knees down and arched your back a little more than necessary, a mischievous grin appearing on your face. Noticing he wasn’t moving, you looked over your shoulder and almost choked on your own spit. He was staring intently, lips slightly parted. You knew your loose little shorts didn’t let much to imagination.

     “Move, soldier.” You called and it snapped it out of his daydream, he swallowed hard.  

      He started a new series and you bit your lip, feeling his thighs tense and relax under you. His legs jolted up and your ass slid backwards before you could ground yourself. You felt his hard on your ass and widened your eyes at how huge it was. You slowly slid back to his thighs, rubbing yourself on him on the way.

     You heard the weights falling on the floor and felt his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back. You yelped and he chuckled. He sat up still holding your ass on place and groaned on your ear.

     “Look what you do to me, sweetheart.” Your were panting hard at this point, the feeling of his cock between your legs, the grip of his hand on your waist, his chest flushed against your back, plump lips grazing your earlobe, talking like this… It was all too much.

     “I did nothing!” You smiled and he moved your hips, grinding hard, the feel of his length rubbing your pussy flooding your panties even more.

     “Yes you did, honey tits.” He mused and you shivered at the pet name. His hot breath fanning your ear plus his raspy voice sent goosebumps through your body. You were doomed.

     “Bucky!” You scolded him and he let go your hips just to shove his hands up your shirt, squeezing hard your breasts. He grunted in approval and started giving your neck open mouthed kisses, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin.

     “But you don’t even like me! You always say I’m a kid and too young and… AAAAH!”

     Bucky scoped you and switched places in a swift move. You were now lying on the bench and he was pulling down your shorts with a wicked grin. Thankfully Nat and Clint were nowhere to see and the gym was empty because you wouldn’t even notice if they were still there.

     “Naive little girl… I like you too much for my own good sake, you know? You make me nervous like a teenager!” He mused and chuckled lowly on your skin. “I stay away ‘cause you make me so damn hard all the time.” He stared at your panties like a starving man. “You’re so young and sweet, I bet this pussy of yours taste so good!”

     He grunted and rubbed your clit through your panties, the metal thumb sliding easily on the sheer material, sending fire through your nerve endings. With the other hand he set your legs over his shoulders and left open mouth kisses on your thighs. “Do you want me too, doll?”

     “Yes daddy!” Your eyes widened in horror at your own words.

     Bucky chuckled, amused. “Everything you need, baby girl.” Bucky’s eyes were lust blown and with two digits he finally ripped your panties. The rough feeling of his stubble on your sensitive skin along the wet soft feeling of his tongue on your clit got you moaning and whimpering in a minute. He teased your entrance with his flesh digits but you breathlessly asked for the metal ones. The soldier never felt so hard in his life. You felt the tight knot in your belly burst and moaned his name over and over like a prayer. He thought his name never sounded so beautiful before.

     He let butterfly kisses on your thighs and you giggled, blissed. He got on his feet and the tent formed on his sweats was big enough for camping. Your mouth watered at the sight.

     You sat up and he was now standing between your legs. You looked up at him and he cock ached at the sight. He pulled and tossed your shirt somewhere and caressed your breasts, admiring them. “What do you want now, baby girl?”

     You smiled and palmed his bulge, circling the tip with your thumb. There was a damp spot in his gray sweats and you licked your lips. “I want to feel you in my tongue, soldier.” You purred and he hissed, running his hands through your hair.

     “Ready to comply.” He said in a low voice and that was your cue. You slowly pulled his pants down and his cock sprung free. He added his shirt at the pile of discarded clothes and you admired him for a minute. His length was impressive and the head was already leaking pre cum. It twitched on your face, pleading for some action. You laughed and scooped the clear liquid with your tongue, barely touching his skin. He shivered and you smiled innocently, looking at him through your lashes.

     You left open mouthed kisses on his belly, his groin and his thighs, ignoring where he needed you the most. He grunted, frustrated, and you ran your nails on his thighs. You hummed in appreciation and took his tip on your mouth, savoring his taste. He ran his hands through your hair, combing it back, but didn’t grip. He was allowing you to take your time.

     You looked up and oh boy, it was a sight. He was panting hard, skin flushed, lips slightly parted. You took some more of him in your mouth and hummed, sending vibrations through him. “You’re a little devil, Y/N.” He praised you between moans. You licked him from the tip to the base, tracing the patterns of his thick veins with your tongue and then gently suck on his balls. He almost lost his balance and you held his thighs in place, taking his cock in your mouth until you felt it’s head on your throat. His eyes rolled back and he pulled out with a wet pop. You giggled innocently.

     “You gonna be the death of me, baby girl.” He laughed breathlessly. You started pumping him, twisting your hand and took him in your mouth again, working hard. A minute later he was a moaning mess. Bucky held your hair, keeping your head in place, and fucked our mouth before letting you go.

     “Enough! I need to fuck you this pretty pussy of yours.” He stated and leaned down to catch your lips in a searing kiss.

     Still kissing, he scooped you up and placed his forearms below your knees, supporting your legs. He kept walking until your back met the cold wall and then he positioned your entrance on him. You gripped his shoulders for dear life when you felt his cock stretching your walls, inch by inch. The sinful moan that escaped your lips was enough to make a porn star jealous.

     “Yes, baby girl, cry for me. Fuck, you’re so tight!” He praised breathlessly.  

     “You’re too thick!!! Ahhh feels so good!” You moaned and he started fucking you at the most delicious pace. He was holding it back but then he couldn’t take it anymore, speeding up and slamming over and over your G spot. You were overwhelmed and the knot that formed in your belly snapped for the second time. Your legs quivered and he kept fucking you through your high, until it was over.

     He kissed you passionately and you pushed him back so he could lie on the bench. You straddled him backwards and the view almost made him cum alone. He watched greedily as your ass downed at him, his cock disappearing on your pussy. You kept riding him, increasing and slowing the pace, until he was a stuttering mess. When you felt him swelling even more, you spun and sat on his thighs, his cock between yours. You pumped him a few times and he let out an animalistic groan, coating your hand, thighs and pussy with cum. You kept stroking him lightly until it was too much.

     He pulled you to a kiss and smiled on your mouth.

    “Since I can’t stay away from you, would you like to go on a date with me?”

    “Yes, Bucky. I guess I would!” You both laughed.

    “Let’s take a shower. Shall we?”

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anonymous asked:

Ok, BUT HOW ABOUT the rfa (+ v & saeran of you want) who get turned into toddlers and mc has to take care of them. totally love your blog and whenever I see you on my dash my whole day gets brighter~

Definitely had to think about this one 
And instead of a “They woke up as children one day” I decided to just make it so like, MC runs a Daycare and they’re all kids there (because otherwise I’d feel inclined to make it more focused on MC freaking out because..well who wouldn’t? Loool) Also I may have blurred the lines of toddler and kid? Yoosung could be a toddler but the others are probably like…5? Idk children psychology rip.

Hope you enjoy~

MC Dealing with toddler RFA+V+Saeran

Yoosung

  • He goes from 0 to 100 real quick
  • One second he’s fine, playing with blocks, just chilling
  • Then he wants your phone
  • Lil dude wants to play angry birds
  • You do not give him the phone and he goes ape shit 
  • Screaming at the top of his lungs
  • You try to pick him up and calm him down but he just starts flailing his arms so you leave him on the ground
  • He screams until he’s so breathless he’s on the verge of passing out
  • Jesus christ kid
  • He seems to forget what he was crying about, looks at you with big ole eyes, and smiles.
  • He’s back to being a little ball of sunshine
  • You just kinda… “ok”
  • And watch him play for the rest of the day,

Jaehee

  • She is so well behaved
  • She is your number one helper, always helping clean up messes.
  • She colors inside the lines. Always. And gets visibly frustrated when others do not. Especially Seven.
  • She likes playing pretend. You have a fake little kitchen in the play area and she’s constantly acting as a chef or waitress. Or even Barista what are the odds ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  • Sometimes she refuses to nap and gets a little grouchy, but it’s never unmanageable. 
  • She doesn’t let the boys boss her around 
  • Though she obviously has a soft spot for Zen because she always plays with him
  • They’re lowkey best friends

Zen

  • What a little charmer
  • He’s so calm 
  • Though he is a little weird
  • He always brings his toys in front of a mirror and plays with them there
  • But hey we all have our quirks
  • He also looooves for music to be playing, constantly reaching towards the radio to get your attention
  • You always smile and pop in some music
  • Sometimes he can get a little attached to you, wanting to next to you during story time only to get really mad when Jumin is already there.
  • The two of them can not play together. You don’t know why. They just…do not mesh. 
  • The girls in the class always play with his hair, as good as toddlers can anyways. Usually they just stick a bunch of playground weeds in it for a makeshift flower crown

Jumin

  • You were really worried about him at first
  • He refused to play with any of the other children
  • He’d just clam up around them and watch
  • One day you sat down next to him as he was watching the kids, a bunch of blocks in your hand. 
  • You started stacking them on top of each other, and eventually you just handed him a few.
  • He joined in on the stacking.
  • After that he was stuck to your side like glue. 
  • Other kids would try to play with him and he’d just run over to you and hide behind your legs
  • You would try to get him to play with others, but at most he would sit at a table with V and color.
  • He also colors inside the lines. 
  • ‘It’s a start’ you think as you smile at the two of them.

Seven

  • This kid
  • It’s because of him you’re always on your toes. 
  • It’s nap time? His sleeping mat is empty
  • ‘Where are you goddammit?’
  • Cue the hunt
  • It’s not much of a hunt. He’s always in the snack room, trying to get chips.
  • When you catch him and put him in time out he just stares at you with big ole ‘I’m sorry’ eyes and a little smile
  • You always just sigh and hide your smile
  • When he isn’t being a sneak he’s creating really cool things
  • Given it’s a pain when you find toys tied together with shoe laces or sticky with contraband Elmers glue
  • You have to admire his creativity
  • And he has a sweet side, not that you’d ever see it.
  • Sometimes, out of the corner of your eye, you catch him trying to show his brother things
  • Trying to encourage him to play
  • Giving him the toys he’s collected
  • He’s a sweet kid
  • Until he tries waking Yoosung up at naptime then he’s your nightmare

Saeran

  • He doesn’t go out of his way to play with others
  • Usually he just waits for someone to approach him and whatevers hes doing, and he’ll let them join in.
  • He’s pretty meek despite his mean stare.
  • Other kids will take his stuff and he won’t say anything, just brood until you or Saeyoung find out whats wrong. 
  • He’s a picky eater, usually just rolling grapes around his plate or poking stuff with his spoon
  • At first he would never nap, just lay there and stare at things
  • Until you started rubbing his back and singing soft lullabies. Now he naps. 
  • He unsettles some of the other teachers, just because sometimes he’ll spend his time just staring at them, but you assure them it’s nothing.
  • He likes reading a lot.
  • Or looking at the pictures in the books at least.

V/Jihyun Kim

  • He’s very well behaved
  • Like, weirdly behaved.
  • Usually he plays with Jumin, but when Juju decides he wants to be alone, Jihyun has no problem playing with the other kids
  • He just jumps into whatever game they’re playing and they all get along great
  • If Jaehee hadn’t been your number one helper, it’d be Jihyun.
  • He helps set up snack time and the mats for nap time
  • He’s also one of the chattiest kids, always asking questions about things and giving his thoughts
  • He’s really insightful for a young kid
  • One thing you worry about:
  • He can be so giving, you’re worried someone will take advantage of that
  • One time he was playing with one of his favorite toys, and a kid asked for it. You could see it on Jihyun’s face that he didn’t want to give the toy up but… he did. 
  • Maybe you were overthinking it
Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

“Can I be him?” - Part II

At first, you believed it was a good idea to ask Eggsy for the biggest favor he could ever do – pretend to be your boyfriend. However, you are a bundle of nerves at the garden party because suddenly you are scared of what your heart wants. 

Warning: None
Eggsy Unwin x Reader 
Part TWO of the ‘Can I Be Him?’ - Series

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real

or, lena tried to be a luthor but fell in love with supergirl instead

She learned of the plan sometime between Lex getting arrested and his trial. His eyes were crazed, the words spewing out of his mouth irrational and erratic. Of course Lillian agreed with him—of course they’d pull Lena aside and ask her to help. Of course Lena would fall into line as well. She was a Luthor, this was her family.

If her family asked for her help in ending the Supers…well, Lena would of course offer her assistance.

(It didn’t matter that she didn’t understand why Lex’s idea of revenge revolved around the Girl of Steel instead of her cousin—why he had decided to abandon his vendetta against Superman and focus on Supergirl. It certainly didn’t matter that Supergirl had done nothing to the Luthor family, that she had been miles upon miles away when Superman finally took Lex down, not even coming to her cousin’s aid. It didn’t matter that, by all accounts, Supergirl spent more time stopping other aliens than she did going after humans.

No, Lena didn’t understand Lex’s hatred of Supergirl, but she didn’t question it—didn’t ask for a clarification, didn’t ask for a reason. It just didn’t matter.

Lex was her brother, he’d asked her to do something, and so Lena had a job to do.)

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“To Be” or Not “To Be”: What Exactly IS Passive Voice?

When giving writing advice, people will tell you to avoid “to be” verbs. This can be scary advice. We use “to be” verbs. A lot. 

So when is it okay to use “to be” verbs and when is it not? 

Usually when people say to avoid forms of “to be,” they are talking about examples like this: 

The dog was walked. 

Here, the dog is pretending to be the subject of your sentence. But what “was walked?” The dog. It’s actually the direct object. Your sentence has no subject. Who walked the dog? Is it a mystery? Why is it a mystery? Why are you keeping the dog walker from your reader? Obviously, Todd walked your dog. Make Todd the subject of your sentence. Give Todd the credit he deserves. Todd walked the damn dog. Active sentence.

Not only is Passive Voice confusing, but sentences structured that way wind up wordier than when they’re restructured. The goal of writing is to be concise. Make your sentences as short as they can be without sacrificing style and substance.

“To be” verbs also make for boring descriptions. For example: 

Todd’s teeth were white. His lips were red. 

Absolutely dull. [Insert “Okay…” side eye gif here.] This does nothing to make a character stand out in the mind of the reader. A better description: When Todd’s blood-soaked lips parted, they revealed gleaming white fangs. The use of “to be” verbs here is systemic of a larger problem: descriptions that take up more room on the page than their worth. The things we describe need to do more than just exist. (ie. beingShow them at work. Show what they’re doing in the story. What their purpose is. What they say about the character. 

However….

I’ve seen people develop phobias of the words “is” and “was” over fear of using the dreaded Passive Voice. I’ve known people to mark every single “to be” verb on the page in workshops.

But it’s okay to use “to be” verbs. I’ve already used well over a dozen in this blog post. 

When it’s cool to use “to be” verbs:

  • When there are no other, better verb hidden in your sentence. Hint: almost all other verbs are both more interesting and more precise than “is.” 
  • When you actually do mean for Todd’s identity to be a mystery. Who walked the dog? Was it the same person who murdered Louise? We’ll never know. (It was definitely Todd.)
  • When characters are being passive aggressive in dialogue: “What’s done is done. I’m not saying that Todd did it. I’m just saying: it has been done.”
  • When the direct object is the focus of your sentence, even if it’s not the “actor.” In 2018, the dog was walked for the first time ever. Here, it’s not about Todd. Nobody gives a hoot whether or not Todd walked the dog. This sentence is about the dog. If you put Todd in there, the meaning of the sentence becomes confused: In 2018, Todd walked the dog for the first time ever. So did Louise walk the dog in 2017 or was this actually the dog’s first walk? Who knows?
  • Progressive tenses. When you’re talking about a continuous action. ex. Todd is currently walking the dog. There’s no way to remove “to be” without changing the meaning of the sentence. 

There are more examples, but I’d hope by now you’re starting to get the larger picture. 

Basically: “to be” verbs are totally cool. Just make sure your sentences are clear, concise, and that you’re using the best verb for the action.

2. Kissing // Nurseydex

« {Part 2 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: this is loosely inspired by that scene from the webcomic Always Raining Here because i read the whole thing a couple of nights ago and let me tell you, there were feelings. enjoy!

“Eat shit, Nurse,” Dex said, taking another swig of his beer. “I told you that you didn’t stand a chance.”

“No fair, man. I totally would have won if you hadn’t blue-shelled me there at the end,” Nursey grumbled. He set down the Wii remote and got to his feet, trying to figure out how drunk he was. No dizziness or major balance fuckery, it seemed, but his head definitely felt kinda fuzzy. Now was probably a good time to start chugging some water; he still had homework to do later. He went to fish his water bottle out of his backpack.

“I only blue-shelled you because you blue-shelled me the last lap,” Dex said. “I won that fair and square.”

“Psh. If I were sober—”

“Dude, you only had three shots. You’re 6’2”. You’re fine.”

“Yeah, but you only had, like, a beer and a half, so between the two of us, I’m definitely the more impaired one here.”

Dex rolled his eyes. “Just admit I won. Stop being such a sore loser.”

“Well maybe you’re a sore winner.”

“I know you’re an English major, but ‘sore winner’ is not a thing.”

Nursey shook his head in mock outrage. “You come into my house—”

“Your house? This is my dorm room, Nurse,” Dex laughed. “You’re in my dorm room, playing on my Wii, drinking my alcohol.”

“…Touché,” Nursey admitted, returning to his spot next to Dex on Dex’s couch. He was probably sitting a little closer to Dex than was strictly necessary. He could try to blame the shots for that, but like Dex said, he was a 200-pound hockey player. Three shots of Fireball spaced out over the last hour really wasn’t much for someone his size. If he hadn’t been a city boy with no driver’s license, he could probably still legally drive.

The real problem, Nursey thought as he glanced at Dex out of the corner of his eye, wasn’t the alcohol—it was his stupid crush on his attractive yet probably tragically straight teammate. But that wasn’t really something he liked to dwell on.

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J2 TorCon 2017 Main Panel
  • J2 jump onstage!
  • Jensen: Do you know what week it is?? We premiere this Thursday. 
  • Jensen is also talking about Jared being on Jimmy Kimmel this Thursday as well :)
  • “My dear friend Mr. Jared Padalecki will be on Jimmy Kimmel Thursday Oct 12th so tune in” - Jensen promoting Jared. Jared: Ackles warmed him up for me…so tune in guys, we’re gonna have some fun. Jensen: Yeah, it’ll be a big night. We’re very excited about it. 
  • What memory would Sam and Dean stick to if they died (like Bobby with his memory of the boys)? Jared mentions the flashbacks in Swan Song and the “I’m proud of us” moment. Jensen says a collection of good moments (bros reuniting, stuff with John, Mary, Bobby, Cas) but also those moments of killing big bads. 
  • What story would you extend/elaborate on? Jared says Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam. Jensen: Dean in Purgatory. 
  • Fan mentions her Russian blue cat named Winchester. Jensen: It’s a blue cat from Russia. That’s all you need to know. 
  • Boys go off on accents and jokes. At one point, Jared says: “If there was a place in Toronto that served Vladimir Poutine I would totally go and take Winchester with me.” Jensen and the audience crack up. Jensen: That dude’s got a blue cat. And he’s eating poutine. 
  • Who would you vote as the most ditchable prom date of the cast? Jensen: Cas. Jared: Story-wise, probably Sam. This is gonna sound the wrong way, but, Sam probably should’ve ditched Ruby. Jared got the better end of the deal lol. 
  • Young fan says her name is Lilith. J2 very quickly back up and Jared knocks over his chair lol. She asks their favorite monster. Jared: I’m gonna say Lilith. Jensen: Me too, because if they’re all as cute as you, they’re my favorite. She says her fav monster is a ghost. J2 tell her that if she ever meets one, she should call her friends Sam and Dean. 
  • Fav childhood memory? Jensen: Very happy childhood, lots of good memories. For his fourth birthday he got to ride a horse for the first time. Wore his cowboy vest. Jared: He still has it. 
  • Jared: Now I feel weird about my answer! Broke his arm when he was seven and was in the hospital for a week, got spoiled in the hospital, getting candy, baseball cards…At the time, there was a rare card available where a player had written bad words on the bottom of his bat and the card company only realized it appeared in the image halfway through printing, so everyone was searching for the rare versions that had been printed. Jared’s dad would bring him a pack of baseball cards every day. 
  • If you could create an episode, what would it be. Jared: The world’s most boring episode. The boys doing their laundry. Wants to see Sam and Dean doing behind the scenes stuff. 
  • Jensen talks about a movie “Sliding Doors.” One choice that creates two split timelines and following both. Thinks that would be cool.
  • Advice for Sam and Dean in s13: Jensen: Knowing what I know, I would tell Dean not to jump to conclusions…talk amongst yourselves! Jared laughs. 
  •  Jared is trying so hard not to spoil anything: “I would say…not to get too attached. TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES.” 
  • Jared is doing accents. Jensen: Keep going you’re killing it. 
  • Fav part about working together? Jared: Days off. Jensen: Then we’re not working together. Both: TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES lmao. 
  • Jensen: There are a lot of things, but one of the best is that we laugh so much. In case you couldn’t tell. 
  • Jared talks about how it doesn’t feel like work, especially with the Sam and Dean scenes. 
  • J2 have spiraled into Coffee Talk impressions.
  • Any spoilers? Jensen: Prepare yourselves…for some interesting characters this season. Jared laughs and pretends to be shocked: I can’t believe you said that! Jared: New characters and you’ll see some fan favorites come back. 
  • If Sam and Dean could bring back one character? Crowd starts shouting names. Jensen: Did someone just say Jon Snow?  
  • Jensen: Would love to bring back Azazel…so I could kill him again. 
  • Jared chose Charlie, because she brings out a different side of the boys. Jensen adds Benny to the list, Jared also mentions Sully. 
  • Fan: Do you think Ruby will come back, mentions wanting Danneel on the show. Jared jokes that he would have to watch the kids and do the real work. Gen was able to come back for French Mistake but not sure if she’d be able to now. Jared agrees that he wants to see Danneel on the show, too. Jensen: She’s rockin’ three kids, too!
  • Jensen says that those decisions aren’t up to him. Says if they were the show would have been canceled a long time ago. Jared jokes about how if it was up to J2 they would just cast all of their friends. “Who’s that guy?”
  • Jared: What character would Danneel play? Audience shouts, Baby! Jensen: That could complicate things. Boys want to make a dirty joke but they cut themselves off lol. 
  • Someone in the audience is yelling out Garth. Boys can’t understand what they’re saying. Bunch of fans start yelling Garth, boys finally get it. Jared laughs and says it reminds him of Finding Nemo when the seagulls are saying “mine, mine, mine” over and over. He looked into the crowd and just saw a bunch of people going, “Garth, Garth, Garth” lmao. 
  • Jensen: If Danneel came on the show would you want her to be good or bad? Fan: Good. Jensen: But she plays bad so well. Jared nods. Jensen nods, goes to make a comment and cuts himself off lol. 
  • Fan: How does it feel to have fans like this? Jensen talks about how it took him awhile to really get it. Used to be more in his shell. Now he says it’s fuel for him seeing this kind of devotion. 
  • Jared is amazed at a fan’s incredible SPN body art. Boys are complimenting her on the amazing body art. 
  • Jared says don’t ever think that they think we’re “weird” for being too dedicated to the show. Because they are just as weird as us. Jared: If you’re crazy for spending 24 hours (on fan’s body art) then we’re crazy for spending 13 years. 
  • Fan: Was there a real Trickster, or was the lore about Gabriel? Jared thinks there was no Trickster, that it was just Gabriel hiding. 
  • Jared pronounced gif like jif. Jensen does not approve. Apologizes on his behalf for being silly lol. 
  • Any sport/activity you’ve always wanted to try? Jared mentions cricket, stunt driving courses…Jensen: Stunt driving is not a sport. Jared also mentions motocross. Doesn’t want to get himself hurt. Jensen: Kite surfing. Jensen says it needs to be a place without sharks. Fans: Great Lakes! Jensen: I don’t believe that. They’re in there. Just deep.
  • Funniest moment to film? Jensen: There are moments on a daily basis that make it impossible to film because they’re laughing. They mention the Chupacabra bit. 
  • Apparently Alex (who plays Jack) is like Misha 2.0 in terms of the boys messing with him lol :P J2M messed with Alex so bad the director, Nina Lopez-Corrado, actually kicked them off set. 
  • Jensen once told Jared to not speak in a scene so he didn’t mess around. Jared didn’t say a word and Jensen did his lines alone lol. 
  • Jensen says Jared can never get through telling a whole joke without busting out laughing before the punchline :P
  • Jared tries to make Jensen break during a scene, makes himself laugh and ruins the take even if Jensen is fine. 
  • Fan proposes Dark Angel crossover. Jensen thinks it would be neat, would want to recruit X5s to be on their side. 
  • If you had to live out a season of the show for a year, which season. Jared: Six, maybe?? At least I didn’t care, I was soulless. Also says season 9, maybe 10? Jensen: Season 4. Jared: What’d you do in four? Jensen: Nothing, that’s why I said four. 
  • Jensen is playing the keyboard for the last question. 
  • The fan is very flustered, it’s her first convention. Jared is comforting her. Jensen has been playing dramatic piano music all throughout the poor fan trying to get our the last question lol. The entire room is laughing and Jensen has not broken. The girl is overwhelmed and when Jared cuddles her to comfort her she pulled him into a hug aww lol. 
  • Question is about Adam’s whereabouts. She was a big fan of Adam’s and read a fan theory that maybe he got out of the cage. Jared: Now, to the cool stylings of Jensen Ackles…I think he’s in the cage. Fan joking around: Our half-brother’s in hell, let’s forget about him. Jared: Ehhh, yeah, it’s kinda true. But we do love Jake. 
  • Jared asks for Jensen’s opinion. Jensen, still playing: oooohh, yeaaaaahhhh.
  • Jensen snuck in a lower-back grab/pat on Jared as they headed offstage :)
  • Boys say thanks to the fans before taking off. 

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