yeah get mad for me

i think one of the reasons that i like cal so much is that he has ambitions and goals and dreams outside of mare

Do not think of Hannibal

Inspired by Desolation by the-winnowing-wind

i know i’m in the minority on this site, but i’m actually happy about the disney remakes

you know what’s cool about my friend who has major social anxiety? she doesn’t use it to put herself down. she doesn’t use it to call herself weak, or lesser of a person. if i’m going out and i invite her out, all she has to say is can’t, anxiety. and i get it. and i go out with other friends and i see her on her time when she can socialize and not feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on her. when i tell her i’m hanging out in the living room and she lets me know, can’t, anxiety, i’m staying in my bedroom. i get it. and i don’t push her, and i don’t pity her. i understand her. 

all i’m trying to say i guess, is that when things get hard mentally, and someone calls themselves weak, it upsets me. knowing your limits isn’t a weakness. being able to openly say “yeah, i didn’t go to that last week, because you know, anxiety.” isn’t something i’m going to pity a person for, and it certainly doesn’t mean i’m thinking less of you. and it bothers me to see people who have severe anxiety, and other things, equating it to a weakness. being able to openly talk about your anxiety and your depression and your inability to function as what you or society sees as common isn’t a fault. hell, it’s a strength to be able to say, “can’t, anxiety.” and i think it’s an even bigger strength of the person you’re saying it to, to be able to understand that, even if they don’t feel the same way. strength and empathy. that’s all i guess. 

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“That’s ridiculous. The only point in having enemies is so you can defeat them, kill them, brush them aside.
…Or give them a chance to redeem themselves.” 

― Derek Landy

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- Texting an unknown number. Jungkook serie.

A/N: so do you remember how i said i would make texting an unknown number for each member but not a serie? Well i couldn’t resist it. I had to make a serie and here is the first part of the Jungkook serie.
There are a few things i wanna say, first one is please don’t take offense. I don’t have anything against gays or girls or boys. Its just sarcastic so please don’t get mad at me yeah? Second, this is going to be a best friend imagine because why not? It can’t be all dating, having gukk as best friend must be bomb af too. And last, as you can see he is taken on this serie. I haven’t said who is the bf yet bc i wanna let that up to you guys (y/n will also have a relationship with the boyfriend) I was thinking of doing tae because im a sucker for Taekook but just comment who do you want and i will see who is the most wanted yeah?
Hope you like the serie and enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Time to play Rebellion.

In which Agent Kallus and Hera Syndulla somehow manage to look like action figures.

Agent Kallus: Paul Moore.

“I’m not going to put myself in a situation I know I’ll be uncomfortable and stressed in,” shouldn’t warrant being told to just “give it a chance,” after months of “"giving it a chance,”“ and shouldn’t warrant being forced to do something that will make you unhappy, and after you don’t give in it still shouldn’t warrant the silent treatment and anger.

Handling a situation with maturity and calmness should not result in hostility from the other person.

You should always have the right to refuse going into a situation.

the-red-rose-dragon  asked:

Since its the Burger boy's birthday today, do you mind if i Request a Scenario with America and His S/O surprising him with a Party and with their Friends?? :)

[[ My boy deserves the very best ]]

“Surprise!”

When you and the others had heard America come home, you all had jumped out from your hiding places and surprised him. You expected a small shriek and maybe for him to fall over, but the unexpected reaction you got was him pulling out a gun. Really, you should have expected it. At least he hadn’t fired.

“Alfred! Oh my god, babe, it’s just us!” You see Alfred’s eyes widen and he quickly hides the gun in his holster as if he had never pulled it out.

“Dude, holy crap!” he laughs a bit forcefully and closes the door. “What uh… what’s this?”

“We set up a surprise birthday party for you. You’ve been really busy with work and said you wouldn’t have time to plan your annual parties sooo we threw a small one for you.” Knowing your boyfriend would never hurt you, you went up to him and kissed him in front of everyone. And of course, you heard a chorus of ooh’s and yeah’s behind you.

“You did all this for me?” He wraps his arms around you and speaks softly against your lips. Up close, you can see the heavy bags under his eyes.

“You’ve been working so hard so I thought I could get you some things to relax! Look! I even hired a bartender. Hard to come by July 4th.” You turn back to the kitchen where the man is already mixing a drink for Ivan who had snuck off the second the surprise was over. You make a face at him before turning back to Alfred who’s scanning the room.

“Wow. Thank you so much guys.” It slowly began to sink in that all his friends were gathered in one place for him. They had taken the time out of their busy lives to help plan and prepare a party for him. All his favorite foods were there, the corner was stacked with presents, and in the living room were boxes of fireworks. He tried to hide it at first but yeah, he was crying.

“You guys are the best.” His voice was wavering and his lip quivering. He took off his glasses as he wiped his tears, and seeing this, everyone let out a couple aw’s before all coming in for a group hug. You being the closest to him got to bury your face in his chest and already you could feel the stiffness leaving his body. You also noted that he had 4 magazines and 2 guns on his belt.

Once the sobfest was over, America went over to steal Ivan’s drink before downing it and grabbing a box of fireworks. “Let’s light em up!” The room erupted with noise as everyone ran out, carrying with them only what they needed. Some grabbed food, some beer and drinks, and some grabbing more fireworks.

The rest of the night was a blur. With the amount of fireworks you guys had, it was enough to last until midnight, and present opening had been chaos too. But in the end, everyone was happy and enjoyed themselves. For those who enjoyed themselves a bit too much, they just crashed in Alfred’s house as you two went up onto the roof to see the stars.

“Hey, Y/N.” he said quietly. You look up at him from your spot in his arms. “I want to thank you again for all this. I was kinda bummed at first because I thought I’d have to spend today alone but you really pulled through and saved the day.”

Your closeness allowed you to hear the way his heartbeat sped up talking about you and you feel your face slowly heat up. Oh! “Wait! I have one more thing. Stay here.” How could you forget the best part?! Quickly jumping out of his arms, you run down to his room to grab the thing you had hidden for the final surprise before running back up to him.

“Close your eyes!” you yell from the stairs and wait a few seconds for him to do so. After hearing his “Okay!”, you run up and go up to him. “Okay. Open.”

Alfred opens his eyes and moves around to focus on you then on the thing you hold in your hands. “A sky lantern?”

“Yeah. I remember when we were watching Tangled that you said you wanted to do something like that. So I bought one.”

“You… You remembered…?” He slowly takes the packaged lantern out of your hands and looks at it as if you had given him the most valuable thing on earth.

“If course I remembered, Goldie.” you call him by the nickname you had given him after saying he acted like a Golden Retriever when excited. “It’s something that’s important to you, and what’s important to you is important to me.” Saying that earned you a kiss and a teary-eyed American. It made his heart swell knowing someone listened to him and cared about him, and that person was you.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you set up the lantern and when releasing it, you had done it together, one arm wrapped around his waist and his around yours, as you two slowly set the lantern into the sky.

Watching it fly away was more magical than anything the movies could have shown. The lantern carried your wishes and your love, but what more could you wish for when all you ever wanted was right next to you.

“I love you.” he says softly, giving your hip a gentle squeeze.

Tonight had started off a bit unexpectedly but it had went and ended just the way you wanted. Alfred was happy and so was everyone else. You got to see that bright smile of his over and over again and in those moments, you just fell deeper in love with him. The night was perfect.

“I love you too, Alfred.”

-Mun Sparkles 

Bi Rogers

(A/N): Heyyyyyyyyyy, guess who’s so sorry about her fanfic recently :D it’s me!

Summary: Steve is officially Bi, he’s known it since the forties, his only problem is how does he tell (Y/N)?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

   Steve gulped as (Y/N) stirred beside him; he had to tell them- he needed to tell them. They pressed against him, nuzzling their face into his chest, shivering a bit when the cold air of their apartment seeped through their sheets. 

   He couldn’t keep this from Them, this secret was too big, it was something they needed to know. He could barely stand to lay next to them knowing he was lying to them like this, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

    A shaky sigh falls from Steve’s lips as (Y/N) presses a sleepy kiss to Steve’s chest, their lips slowly curving upwards in what Steve assumed to be a smile. 

   "Good morning,“ Their voice was hoarse, raspy, and oh so cute. 

    "Mornin’” is all Steve whispered, his voice cracking even with the small word.  

   "You sleep well?“ (Y/N)’s lips move against his chest with every syllable, nearly sending him into a giggling fit but not now- not with such a serious issue hanging over him. 

    "Well enough,” Usually Steve would ask them how they slept as he swept them up in his arms, holding them to his body as he pressed a tirade of kisses to their skin but that wasn’t the case today. All he wanted to do today was get away from (Y/N) as quickly as possible. 

    “Nightmares?”

    “I guess you could say that,” (Y/N)’s messy head of hair perked up at his statement, their sleepy eyes looking at him curiously as though he were some strange animal.

    “Is something wrong Stevie?” Fuck- if there was one sure fire way to get him to melt it was to have (Y/N) call him Stevie, or any nickname for that matter. 

   "No, no, sorry, I just- mission stress and all,“ (Y/N) nods in understanding, pursing their lips in thought.

    "Do you need to go workout?”

    “Yeah, a workout would be great,” Steve sighs, finally grateful for having an excuse to leave (Y/N) behind.

    “I can make you some food afterwards?” Steve nods even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat until he told them.

    “Yeah, food sounds great doll,” Steve threw in the pet name for good measure, hoping it would convince (Y/N) he was fine. With a tired smile (Y/N) kissed Steve softly and even with all his guilt and shame he’d be crazy not to kiss them back. With their lips pressed to his he felt as though he could almost forget about the nagging little thought in the back of his head, screaming at him to tell (Y/N) about his huge secret but as soon as they pulled away the scream returned, louder than ever. That’s why when (Y/N) began to pull back Steve pulled them back in, whimpering against their lips, a quiet plea for them to continue. 

   "Steve- Stevie,“ (Y/N) broke away from him, leaving his lips tingling and feeling cold. "Are you sure you’re okay?” Now, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell them- 

    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve smiled softly, “I just- I love you,” (Y/N) smiles at him gently as they reach up to affectionately ruffle his hair, something he rather enjoyed.

    “I love you too Steve, now get that cute butt down to the gym,” (Y/N) gave his leg a firm smack and flashed him a wink before they sauntered off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Steve watched them longingly, wishing for nothing more to join them, take a bath with them, kiss their hair as he rubbed the tension out of their shoulders- no, he needed to go to the gym, hit a few punching bags until the sand began to bleed onto the floor. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. 

   Steve quickly got dressed and grabbed some materials before heading down to the gym, locking himself inside so as not to be disturbed by anyone for a few hours. As soon as he stepped foot into the gym he was eyeing the punching bags as he wrapped his hands up tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. He hoped by the end of his session the punching bag would be nothing more than a sad bag of leather and a few grains of sand- guess he had been quite right because by the end of his workout the punching bag had been beaten into nothing, all the sand having dribbled onto the floor. He knew he should clean it up but the promise of food upstairs and a warm shower was too tempting.

    “Jarvis, can you clean the floor up or send for someone who can?" 

  "Certainly sir,” And with that and a shaky sigh Steve tracked back up the stairs, up to his floor, and into his kitchen where (Y/N) was no doubt cooking him breakfast.

    Steve was silent as he walked in, his throat full off too many words, so many that if he opened his mouth they would come spewing out without an warrant so instead he kept his mouth closed and locked, not even the slightest distance between his lips.

    “Hey big guy,” (Y/N) smiled as they turned to face him, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Steve gulps as he takes a seat at the kitchen island, his eyes trying desperately not to rake up and down (Y/N)’s form. “I’m making pancakes and coffee, sounds good?” Sounds delicious is what Steve wanted to say but all they got in reply was a small grunt of approval. (Y/N) eyes Steve warily but they dismiss it, after all they had earlier asked if he was okay and he had responded with yes so why question it again?  So with a concerned gaze (Y/N) goes back to cooking, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with Steve. 


   “Here ya go cutie pie,” (Y/N) placed Steve’s food before him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as they did, not even caring about the sweat still dripping off his body. 

   “Thanks,” Steve’s voice was hoarse and raspy, just as it had been this morning but a thousand times worse now. He winced softly as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the warm drink soothe his nerves a bit. 

  “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for work, are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” Steve nods his head as he takes a bite of pancake, barely registering the taste in his mouth.

   “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” 

   “You sure? I can take the day off if you’d like-”  

   “(Y/N),” Steve’s tone was soft but firm, his captain side starting to shine through a bit. “I’ll be fine, promise,” (Y/N) sighs softly, giving Steve one last look before muttering an ‘okay’ and making their way towards their bathroom leaving Steve to sit all alone and dwell in his thoughts. 


   His coffee had small bubbles rising to the surface and his pancakes were slowly starting to soak up the copious amounts of syrup (Y/N) had piled atop them (Steve had always been a sucker for anything sweet) as he sat there alone, wallowing in his thoughts. 

   Steve had known he was gay the minute he reached elementary school, he remembered looking at the boys and liking them just as much as he had liked the girls but he was too young to understand what that meant and even into his early teen years when he started to develop crushes on the neighborhood boys he still didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until he was nearly 25 when it suddenly clicked for him; he was gay. Not completely gay, just a little gay. He had actually found out using an unsecured laptop (Tony was always so nosy) that he was actually bisexual and from there it just clicked for him. He had accepted it and he was finally comfortable enough to admit it but was he comfortable enough to admit it to (Y/N)? The answer was no and that’s why he could barely been look at them right now. 

   So many things could go wrong if he told them- what if they found him repulsive or strange? What if they resented him for not telling them sooner? Or worse what if they left him? Steve chokes a bit on the tears caught in his throat, a sad whimper leaving his lips at the action. God- he was so pathetic, here he was, a grown man, crying all alone in his kitchen. And of course that’s exactly when (Y/N) decides to walk in (they always had the best timing) when Steve is whimpering and wiping at his eyes, a towel wrapped around their body as water drips from their hair. 

   "I forgot soap and- Oh my god Steve, what’s wrong?“ (Y/N) rushes to the man’s side, more than concerned with the way he was sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. 

   "I-it’s nothing (Y/N)-" 

   "That’s bullshit Rogers, tell me what’s really wrong.” Even though their words were harsh their hands on either side of Steve’s face were soft and kind, more caring then anything else. Steve sighs shakily as he unconsciously rubs his cheek against (Y/N)’s hand, sniffling once again.

    “I have uh- I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time but I never had the courage and- god,” Steve sighs as he slumps back into his chair, rubbing at his aggressively red eyes.

    “C'mon Stevie, you can tell me, I won’t get mad,” Yeah right, like they wouldn’t be mad the man they’d been dating for nearly a year suddenly decided to tell them that he was gay. 

    “Promise?" 

    "I promise,” as extra reassurance (Y/N) presses a kiss to Steve’s eyebrow, allowing their lips to linger there before they pulled back, looking at Steve waitingly. 

    “So- so, I’ve been hiding this for years,” Steve bites his lips as the words finally reach the open air, something he had wanted for so long. He’d never admitted to anyone about his feelings towards men, back in his day it was frowned upon and he couldn’t stand the thought of being ridiculed even more. A sickly, small gay man? Steve was sure to get the hell beaten out of him for sure. So for 70 years he kept his secret with him, that was until now. “I uh- fuck,” 

   “Take your time,” (Y/N) gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, the small bit of contact grounding him back to earth. 

   “I um, I’m- fuck it- I’m gay,” Steve blurts out, feeling the words fall from his lips almost instantaneously. 

   “W-Wait, you’re gay?”

   “Not completely gay….” Steve trails off, biting his lip as he attempted to figure out how the hell to phrase his words. “I’ve always viewed men and women the same…I don’t really have a preference is all,” Steve mumbles, feeling his tears pricking his eyes once again. Now was the time (Y/N) would yell at him, punch him maybe, demand they break up, probably call Steve a whole slew of names but suddenly (Y/N)’s reaching up with their hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and run their thumbs under his eyes to collect his tears. 

   “Is that why you’ve been so strange lately?” Steve nods meekly which rewards him with (Y/N) gently kissing his forehead again. 

   “Why were you so scared to tell me?”

   “I thought you’d resent me, maybe you’d hate me, I thought that if I told you that I liked guys too then you wouldn’t love me anymore…” 

   “Steven Grant Rogers, that’s ridiculous,” (Y/N) kisses his lips firmly yet sweetly all the while wrapping him up in a nearly bone crushing hug. “I could never stop loving you and I don’t care that you like guys too, okay? I accept you the way you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” (Y/N) smiles at him their hands slowly playing with his hair at the nape of his nec. 

   “R-Really?” Certainly Steve was dreaming, (Y/N) wouldn’t be this calm about Steve being gay, it wasn’t just possible-

   “Really,” (Y/N) smiles at him. “I’ll love you no matter what, got that Stevie?” Steve smiles up at (Y/N), sniffling just a bit. 

   “I love you too (Y/N),” 

   “I still have to shower and I’m pretty sure you do too, how ‘bout I show you just how much I love you, hmm?” (Y/N) gives Steve a little smirk (one that had him nearly whimpering) and their hands upon his face suddenly feel like they’re burning his skin but in the best kind of way. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “Then get your cute little ass into the bathroom,” (Y/N) gave Steve’s lips a peck before sliding off his lap, looking at him expectantly. Steve smiles as he slides out of the chair, following after (Y/N) as they led him towards the steamy bathroom. 

   (Y/N) accepted Steve as he was, they loved him despite the fact that he just so happened to like men and women and that’s all that mattered to him. 

dive (reddie)

type: request/one shot

summary: read the above anon!

pairing: reddie

word count: 1.3k

warnings: very SLIGHT sexual undertones

a/n: i got a request for this, so i decided to write it up! i think it’s interesting to explore because eddie is confused on his sexuality and it’s very possible for him to be asexual. hope i hit the request right, anon! also, THE BOYS ARE OVER 18 IN THIS ONE SHOT. i don’t believe anything is too inappropriate, but even so, i feel the need to stress i would never write the boys in a sexual/dirty way when they’re children. again, there’s nothing so bad that a teenager couldn’t read it, but just making this very clear.

“bye, guys!” eddie waved at their friends in bill’s car from the front of richie’s home, looking over to see richie pointing two middle fingers towards the car. “stop it, richie.” he scolded, pushing his hands down as richie cackled quietly.

a moment later, bill drove off with the rest of the crew to take them home, leaving eddie and richie alone in the dark, quiet neighborhood.

that car had been a clown car moments ago, illegally stuffing all seven of them inside because richie’s old beat up truck had broken down and was being repaired, despite the rest of the losers telling him there was no chance of reviving it. to make it work, eddie had to sit on richie’s lap to make room.

they had all went out to eat at the local, popular milkshake diner (which, of course, had been a bit of a nightmare for the staff due to richie alone) before they went to watch a horror flick.

eddie was to be spending the night at his boyfriend’s for an impromptu ‘sleepover’.

it wasn’t long before they were camped out in richie’s room, which was a bit of a disaster in eddie’s opinion but he was sure it would never change unless he cleaned it himself.

eddie sat on richie’s bed, looking through all the pictures he’d taken of them that night, while richie sat by his window and stared out into the night with a cigarette perched between his lips.

the small boy did his best to ignore the smell of smoke, but after it got too overbearing, eddie stood up from his spot and marched over to richie, grabbing the cigarette out of his mouth before he could react.

“eds! i was smoking that, y’know.” richie exclaimed, his eyes narrowing at his boyfriend. a smirk crossed over his features as he leaned back against the nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “you gonna give it a try, eddie-bear?”

“yeah, i know you were smoking it. that’s why i took it. you smoke way too many of these. ever heard of lung cancer? and don’t call me that!” he rolled his eyes slightly, breaking the cigarette in half and setting it down in a nearby ashtray.

“don’t call you what? eds or eddie-bear?” richie grinned mischievously, loving to see that slightly annoyed glare on eddie’s features. he thought it was cute how eddie’s brows would scrunch together and how his lips would tighten into a thin line.

“both! jesus, richie. you can be so.. annoying sometimes.” all the time. he meant all the time. but if he wasn’t being so annoying, he wouldn’t be the richie eddie knew and loved. secretly, he enjoyed richie calling him eds, and part of him felt richie was well aware of this.

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Not to be a sasuke stan but, one time someone told me hinata not helping naruto was justifiable cause she was emotionally abused, ok fair, and then the same person said that sasuke should just get over himself and stop causing problems?? Excuse me? oh you mean get over being alone most of your childhood cause you’re parents and whole family were brutally murdered when by your brother who then ran away leaving you alone with no answers and no one helped you cope with it emotionally?? get over that???

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Shut up Thompson, this is totally how season 2 is gonna start.

(”inspiration”: those damn spoilers)

The One with the Dinner Party
  • *dinner at 221B*
  • Mycroft: *nonchalantly* Sherlock, do you remember when you got high in college?
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *look up* What?!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hisses* You little snitch! *sighs* Alright, fine...it's true. I had a...drug problem.
  • Mummy Holmes: *sighs* Oh, William...
  • Mycroft: *smug* And your stolen science magazines, Daddy. Not the postman.
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *glare at Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *puts down his cutlery* And I suppose the freak storm of '84 broke the garden swing, Mycroft?
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *look at Mycroft, disappointed*
  • Molly, John & Mary: *exchange glances*
  • Mycroft: *frowning* Sherlock has been sleeping with Molly for eight months.
  • Molly: *chokes on her drink*
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *delighted* Oh, my God...
  • Sherlock: *wide-eyed* Mycroft is living with his PA!
  • Mummy Holmes: *grins* Anthea? Oh, I like her...
  • Mycroft: *now standing* Sherlock is planning to propose to Molly on their case trip next week!
  • Sherlock: *on his feet; quickly* Oh, God, shut up!
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *exchange glances*
  • Mary: *sighs* I love James Dean.
  • John: *whispers* Isn't he dead, love?
  • Greg: *reading the recipe magazine* Uh, Mary...I don’t think lamb goes in that pudding.
  • Baby Watson: *pounding the table* I wanna gooooooo!
  • Mummy Holmes: *rubbing her temples* That’s a lot of information to get in in thirty seconds! *shakes her head* Alright you two... *gestures at Mary and Greg* of course you weren’t supposed to put lamb in the pudding. It was bloody awful.
  • Greg: *mutters* Told you.
  • Mummy Holmes: *looks to Sherlock* William, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
  • Daddy Holmes: *to Mycroft* And the swing was pretty obvious, son.
  • Mummy Holmes: *darkly* Don't think you've gotten away with the drugs, either.
  • Sherlock & Mycroft: *bow their heads*
  • Mummy Holmes: *smiles, holds Molly's hand* Molly, sweetheart. You’ve been sleeping with him all these months, stayed through the drug problems...
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes*
  • Mummy Holmes: *beaming* Well, I don’t know what to say. You’re a wonderful human being.
  • Molly: *blushes* Thank you.
  • Daddy Holmes: No! Thank you! *hugs her; turns to his sons* Sherlock, Mycroft! I don’t know what I’m going to do with the pair of you!
  • Molly: *in a parent-like tone* I’ll talk to them.
Bad Ideas (Chapter Five)

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“Sweet cheeks?” Wade called, wandering through the office and garage. “Oh there they are.” He tilted his head and just stared at that long, lean body bent over the hood of a car replacing a battery. “I missed you boys, been hiding in an office chair for like weeks and–”

“Wade.” Peter straightened and grinned. “Stop talking to my ass. What do you want?”

“You almost done?” Wade tilted his head and made a point of trying to crane his neck around to see Peter’s butt again.

“Yeah man, just about. Two minutes if you’d just leave me alone and let me finish. What’s up?”

“It’s time for a grocery run in town unless you want baking soda and crackers for dinner. You wanna come?”

“Uh–” Peter thought for a minute, trying figure out what else needed to be done before they could close the shop. He was pretty sure all the paperwork was done, and this car wasn’t being picked up until late tomorrow. So–

“I could use my hand, or my mouth or—” Wade was talking but shut up when Peter’s eyes bugged out.

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anonymous asked:

I bet we will get pap pics of them leaving, so James Arthur can get his promo and Eleanor can finally get some pap pics with Louis for her promo as well. Meanwhile Louis is in shit, as always. This makes me so mad!

yeah i think we’ll get pics of them there but they might just rely on ~super organic~ fan accounts to push the concept of them actually being intimate because the lord knows they can’t pull that off IRL.