yeah you should probably go watch this movie

movies [ steve x reader ]

premise: (name) is dustin’s sister and they decide to watch movies all night. what (name) doesn’t know is that dustin invited steve, too

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter, like to paragraphs short, but…
also, requested by:  Hey I loved your Steve x Reader where reader is Dustin’s sister’s fic. Can you do more of it please? ( @queeeenofscots​ ) / can you plz do more dustinssister!reader x steve imagines??? thanks ily <3 (anon)

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A family night. Well, more of a sibling night. Mom is out of town with a couple of friends of hers (Mews death had really taken a toll on her). You and Dustin are left to your own devices, which means movie marathons and junk food all night. Falling asleep is also a no go because you swore to draw on his face with a sharpie if he even closed his eyes for a second. The same goes for you, of course. Granted, for being seventeen you sure can be childish sometimes. But you can’t really blame yourself for that, or wanting to spend more time with your brother. The two of you had always been close, but you drifted away when you grew into a real teen. Naturally the Demogorgon business brought you two together pretty quickly and neither of you intend to lose touch again.

Dustin picks between a few horror movies you had rented earlier that day as you heat up the popcorn, “Hey, (Name), how do you feel about Halloween?” Dustin asks from the couch.

You make a face, “Not good.”

“Perfect. We’re watching this one.”

You surpass the urge to roll your eyes and you grin and take the KFC you ordered out of those meek paper bags. As you turn off the lights in the kitchen, with one hand holding plates and the other grasping a big bottle of soda, you move into the living room as Dustin sets up the movie, “Just try not to scream.” Dustin says, fiddling with the VCR.

“Pretty sure you’ll be the one that’s screaming.”

The doorbell rings and makes a shiver shoot up your spine.  Instinctively you look at the looming front entrance and the dark night pooling behind it. You glance at Dustin but he doesn’t even look your way, mumbling something about ‘Stupid fucking movie why don’t you work?!’ so you set down the food and slowly make your way to the door. Right, maybe turning off all of the lamps so only the TV screen lights up the room with its ghostly bleak light and that weird scratching noise wasn’t the best idea. But it’s not like a Demo-dog can ring a doorbell, right?…Right?

Scolding yourself for being paranoid, you swiftly unlock the door and with a deep breath open it fully. The cool air pinches your cheeks red as you meet eyes with deep brown ones. Something clicks in your mind and you can’t help but grin at the visitor, recalling all those moments he had pulled you away from the mission just to talk or be close to you. Steve Harrington stands on your porch with a lazy smile on his lips and his hands shoved into his pockets. You make a mental note to thank Dustin later, because you sure as hell didn’t invite your crush over.

“…I was told there will be KFC.” Steve states.

“Who gave away this information?” You wonder, stepping aside to let him in. With a light shrug he enters and beelines for the couch.

“Hey, Dustin!—And I never reveal my sources, (Name).”

Soon you all squeezed on the small couch. Dustin in one end, you in the middle, and Steve in the other. After fighting over the popcorn and the abundance of puns Steve kept saying, a hush fell over your small group as the movie started. You were immediately sucked in and a bit terrified. You never could handle scary movies. And now that you literally had the opportunity to live out a real life scary movie with the Demo-dog business, you still find scary movies, well, scary. You pull the warm blanket closer to your lips as you are ready to hide behind it at any given moment.

Steve notices your terrified expression, and on a different occasion he wouldn’t find it as cute as he does now. You lean into him a bit when Michael Myers shows up. Something swells in his chest, something light and fuzzy and he can’t help but smile a little. For a full minute he ponders should he do the old ’yawn-put-my-hand-around-her-shoulders’ shtick. He conducts that would be pretty stupid and awkward so he just pretends to shift in his seat and drapes his arm over your shoulders anyway. You look at him. He pretends that nothing happened and gives you a playful glance.

Half-way through the movie you grew comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. Steve’s fingers played patters on your skin, played with your hair almost subconsciously, but his eyes never once left the screen. When the clock struck 1 o’clock and the screen cut to black – the movie was finally over and you can take a breather, - you and Steve had to surpass a laugh at Dustin’s snoring. In hushed murmurs the two of you moved and Steve took up the job of picking Dustin up and bringing him to his room. With the blanket wrapped around your shoulders you waited him to return, and honestly, nearly swooned at how domestic he is.

Once he returns he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around, almost as if trying to think of an excuse to stay. In lazy steps he approaches you and you have to bite down a smile, “I should…probably go now.” He says slowly, testing the waters. You flick your brows upwards.

“You sure?” You ask, “There are two more movies left.”

“You know, I always considered myself a patron of the arts so yeah, I say I could stay. With you. T-To watch the movies. If you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t. Trust me, I don’t.”

Steve makes quick work of setting up the VCR as you find a good spot on the couch. You fluff the pillows and can hardly contain the excitements that’s practically radiating from you. Now there’s way more space to move around, but he sits close to you and you throw your blanket on the both of you to keep warm, if that is even needed. Honestly, you just want to share something with him. Be as close as you can possibly be without going overboard with your feelings. You have a small hint that he may feel the same way, but then again, you don’t want to ruin this – whatever this is you have with him – by tuning all mushy and sappy and kissy. Not that turning kissy would be a bad thing, now that you really consider it.

The movie starts in bright flashes and loud sounds and you frown softly. You feel Steve’s arm drape over your shoulders again and you turn your head to him. A kaleidoscope of colors shine on his face – it almost appears mesmerizing – as the thought of the two of you being completely alone finally sinks in. A spark lights up your chest and fuels your whole body with the need to kiss him. Your gaze roams from his eyes to his lips and back, an action he notices and smirks at, as you lean in ever so slightly and asks, “…Patron of the arts? Really?”

“I lied.” He grins, “Sorry.” He murmurs, leaning in and capturing your lips in a long overdue kiss.


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Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters

Peter x Reader (I tried to be gender neutral.)

Description: Person A wears a hoodie that is waaaaay to big for them. The sleeves are way past their fists and the hood goes over their face. It takes all of Person B’s will power not to take them right then and there. Bonus points for if Person B eventually gives in to the adorableness. (from otpisms)

My asks are opens so if you want to send in a request! 

Warnings: Implied smut I guess and kissing 

You had been looking for a sweater in Peters closet for five minutes when you found the perfect one. You put it on and the sleeves went way past your fists so much so that the sleeves actually went to the middle of your thighs and the bottom was almost at your knees. You wondered where Peter had gotten this sweater from because despite your size difference this sweater would be way too big for him too. 

You came out of his room wearing the sweater and sat on the couch, waiting for him to put a movie in you, were going to watch one of your favorites. “Did you find a sweater alright y/n?” he asked,

“Yeah! I found this really big one. Where did you get this it’s even way too big for you.” you replied drawing out the L in really. He turned around but stopped when he saw the sweater you were wearing. “Wh-here did you-u find that?” he asked stuttering a bit. “Uhm in your closet? Is it okay if I wear it, I probably should have asked…” You said sheepishly. 

“No no, it’s okay. It’s okay I’ve just been looking for that sweater for a while. It was Uncle bens.” He replied in a soft voice. “Oh my god I didn’t know I’m so sorry, I’ll take it off.” You said standing up, even though it had been a while since Ben died you didn’t want Peter to be sad or reminded of that time. “No don’t, you look really cute anyway.” He said stopping you and laughing a little. “Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly. He nodded and sat down beside you starting the movie and pulling you close. 

“Oh man, I forgot the popcorn!” he said throwing his hand up. “Oh come on Peter! I'm kidding I’ll get it.” You said standing up. As you passed Peter you could feel his eyes on you. “Stop staring weirdo,” you said and hit him on the head with your really long sleeves. “I can’t help it you just look so amazing like you're actually a Deity. The Deity of comfy PJs and sweaters.” you laughed and kissed his forehead, then grabbed the popcorn. 

When you sat down you tried to focus on the movie but you couldn’t help but notice Peters hands around you and on your thigh. You looked at him and made eye contact. He leaned in and kissed you than taking your face in his hands, he sped up the kiss and made it more intense. Your hand pulled at his hair trying to pull you guys closer together. He broke the kiss breathing heavily and started kissing down your neck and chest making his way to your thighs. “Peter we shouldn’t do this on your couch.” You told him huffing. He just ignored you and made his way back up to your face kissing everywhere but this time under the sweater. He popped his head through the hole and kissed you, you laughed. “Your right, let’s take this to my room.”  

Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Shiro's Turn, Tumblr AU Shance

Shiro is Gay™ basically
Shiro sipped his coffee while scrolling through his Tumblr, his brother asleep on the couch behind him. He was visiting for a week, since his brother was a bit of a hot gay mess and Shiro was mainly his emotional support.

Keith was currently pining after someone named Hunk who worked at a bakery, and when Keith started pining he usually ended up forgetting to take care of himself. Which was where Shiro came in.

For now, Shiro was content with answering Anon asks and the occasional doodle and reblog or like, eyes scanning the computer screen, slightly bored.

Unfortunately, he was taking a bigger gulp of his drink when he scrolled down enough to see the most gorgeous man that couldn’t possibly be real on his dash.

He inhaled too quickly and choked on his hot coffee, turning his head away to cough violently, brown liquid splattering onto the floor as Shiro hacked up his lungs.

His sudden loud bout of coughing startled Keith awake, the other man jolting up and flailing, falling off the couch with a startled yelp and a thud.

“Shiro! What the fuck, man?!?” Keith hissed, pulling himself up over the couch arm to glare at his older brother, furious at being woken up so rudely.

“Keith, I’m so fucking gay, holy shit-” Shiro wheezed through his tears, hand patting his chest as the coughing fit paused for a minute to let him breathe before starting up again.

“I knew that already, but why are we stating this fact again?” Keith questioned, raising an eyebrow at his dying brother.

Shiro merely pointed at the screen, still trying to get coffee out of his lungs.

Keith huffed and got to his feet, padding over to squint at whatever onscreen was making his brother react like this.

“Oh. It’s just a selfie of Lance?” He asked, blinking and turning to his brother.

Shiro had significantly recovered to the point of sitting upright again. “Yes? But he’s actually kinda hot?” The older man stated, rubbing his eyes clear of water to stare at the screen again.

The selfie was of BlueLionLance, and god he was adorable. Pretty blue eyes like the ocean, flawless tanned skin, brown hair that looked positively silky and soft, a bright grin with perfect white teeth and dimples. He was positively gorgeous, probably spent a lot of time taking care of his skin what with how smooth it looked.

Shiro’s fingers twitched, itching to feel Lance’s skin and hair in person to see if the other man was as soft to touch as he looked.

Keith took one look at the sappy, lovestruck look on his brother’s face and sighed.

“I’ll go get the ice cream, we can pine together on the couch and watch crappy romance movies.” He stated, already moving to the fridge.

Shiro smacked his head down onto the computer desk with a groan.

“Yeah. Good idea.”
Shiro POV, he’s a thirsty boy, poor baby.
I’ll probably make an info list for this later, for worldbuilding. Hope you enjoyed! Wonder what I should do next for this….. oooohh, maybe a con! I’ve always wanted to try writing out one of those! :3

Whipped Cream and Cuddles

Paring: Miniminter x reader

Word Count: 2,252 (sorry, I had fun)

Warnings: Couple of swears

Requested: Yes!


Y/N - Your name

Simon and I have been friends for years, since we met in secondary school. We didn’t go to the same fine institute of education (lol), he was at a private college while I attended a public school across the city.  We were introduced by a mutual friend at a party; the football loving giant, and the shy, bookish girl.  Despite these differences in personality, we hit it off immediately and have remained friends up to this day.  I went to university in London, while he started a YouTube channel and became the teen heart-throb who inspires hysteria in millions of pre-teen and teenage girls across the globe, a fact I never let him forget.

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“Ohh… I see you pulled the sassy card jagi! I’m proud of you! Teach them who’s in charge!”


“Did you guys seriously thought you could win? No one beats my baobei. You should know better! She has the best teacher in the whole galaxy, me.” *Adding lemon to the wound, ouch xD*


“She beat me… I should have guessed… I’m the one who taught her… I better surrender with dignity” *well he knows his fights*


*Probably the best fight he has seen in centuries. Better than going to the movies* “Go baobei go! You can do it!”


“Guys.. pleae don’t start another fight. We already know who’s going to win.. she is the definitions of sassiness”


*Just watching* “Are they really… righting… over who’s sassiest…. Should I intervene.. no no.. I don’t want to be in the middle… I’ll have a chat with the boys tho”


*Without words* “I just… did I just… lose? No.. but… I can’t even… talk…”


*Teams up* “Yeah guys! You better leave my baobei alone! We are a very sassy couple!”


“AH WAE! I thought I could win… fine fine.. you win this time.. ahh… but the WAE tittle is still mine!”


*HE knows there’s no point in even defending you from them. They already know, you are even scarier sometimes XD* “That’s my girl, show them what you got”


“Why are they even fighting… like… she won the moment they opened their mouths… we already know that…” 


“Jagi… I want to offer you a job… would you… help me watch over them… like.. a babysitter… please…” 

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Younger//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader.


“Scott, I’m seventeen.” You glare at your brother. He’s insisting that you come with him to some senior thing. “Plus, I’m only a junior.”

“Yes, but I don’t want you home alone.” He crosses his arms.

“I’m fine. Just go.” You try to shoo him out of your room.

“Stiles is going to come get us. I want you ready by time he gets here.” Scott leaves your room before you can protest. If you’d known Stiles was going you would’ve gone with no complaints.

You quickly put some makeup on and try to dress yourself up a bit. You walk downstairs, feigning a pout so Scott wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Y/N, don’t be a big baby.”

“I’d rather go to the hospital with mom.” You sigh. That was a lie. You’d follow Stiles anywhere. Yeah, you were that sister. It wasn’t obvious though, you were good at hiding your feelings.

You hear Stiles honk outside and you follow Scott to the Jeep. You climb into the backseat with Liam.

“Are they making you go too?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Stiles is, yeah.” He shrugs.

“Welcome to the club.”

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles gives you a lopsided grin, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

Your heart skips a beat. “Hey.” You try to calm yourself down, knowing both Scott and Liam could tell when your heart rate sped up.

You stay in the car, Scott deciding not to push it. When he and Stiles return he turns to look at you from the front seat.

“What?” You knew something was up.

“I have to go out of town tomorrow.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Good for you? I don’t know what you expect from me.” You adjust your seatbelt as Stiles chuckles.

“Don’t laugh, she’s been around you too long.” Scott glares at his best friend. “Stiles is going to stay the night with you.”

You choke on your spit, “What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I’ll bring movies and stuff. It’ll be like when we were kids.” Stiles smiles.

“Why can’t I stay by myself? I have like zero alone time.”

“You have no friends, Y/N. You literally do nothing but sit on your phone. What alone time do you need?” Scott rolls his eyes.

“Hey, shut up! I do have friends. All of my friends are human, too! So..shove it.”

“Hey, am I not your friend?” Liam pouts, the younger boy making you laugh.

“No, you’re my friend.”

“You have one supernatural friend.” Scott turns back around in his seat. “Regardless, Stiles is staying with you tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” You sigh.

“Hey! You get to hang out with the Stiles Stilinski. Some people would pay good money for that opportunity.” Stiles jokes.

“Oh yeah?” You tease. “Like who?”

“I-..u-…a-…” He stammers. “Some people. I said some people and I won’t clarify.”

You grin, looking out the window.

He came over the next night right after Scott had left. “So, I’m sorry you’ve got a babysitter but at least it’s me.” Stiles smiles.

You decide to take a risk. What’s the worst that could happen? A week of awkward silence?

“No, I’m happy that you’re here. Rather you than Scott.” You smile.

He chuckles and puts his bag down on the couch. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Mhm.”

He gives you a once over, clearly checking you out. You lay down on the couch, pretending to be oblivious to his wandering eyes.

“Hey, didn’t you say you started watching Friends again?” You pick the remote up.

“Yeah, why?” He sits beside you.

“Watch it with me.” You smile up at him.

“You wanna watch Friends with me?” He chuckles.

“Yeah.” You smile and throw a blanket over him.

“Okay.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and turns the TV on.

You stay up until close to 4 watching TV with him. The two of you laughed all night.

“We should probably head to bed.” You look over at him.

He glances at the clock, “I’m not tired.”

“Let’s just go and hang out then. My mom comes home from her night shift at eight.” You stand up and stretch.

“Okay, let me get changed.”

“Yeah, me too.” You nod before climbing up the stairs to your room.

You grab a pair of shorts from your dresser and one of Scott’s shirts that you’d stolen.

You hear Stiles approach, an idea filling your head. You’d left the door open a crack and you decide to use that to your advantage. You pull your shirt over your head, thankful you’d worn a cute bra. You slide your jeans off, tossing both into the dirty laundry.

You hear Stiles take in a sharp breath, making you smirk to yourself. You unhook your bra and toss it aside.

You know he’s still there, you feel his presence. You know he’s a gentleman, he was raised right, but you also know that he’s in a predicament.

He stands in the doorway, frozen in place. He knows he shouldn’t be watching but he can’t help it.

You pull your shirt over your head, piling your hair on top of your head afterward. You step into your shorts, pulling them up. You glance in the mirror before climbing into your bed. You pretend like you never saw him, or that you did it on purpose.

“Hey, are you coming?” You smile as he opens the door.

“Y-yeah…I’m coming.” His cheeks are flushed.

“Are you okay?” You look up at him innocently.

“I’m fine. Yep, I’m great.” He stands in your room awkwardly.

“Sti, you get in the bed. I don’t bite.” You pat the spot beside you.

“Yeah, but I might.” He mutters as he sits beside you.

“Hmm?” You look over at him.

He shakes his head quickly, “Nothing.”

“Stiles, you’re like fifty feet away, scoot over.”

He scoots over so he’s right beside you and you lay your head in his lap.

“Wanna watch a movie or are you ready to go to sleep?” You look up at him.

“We should probably head to bed.” Stiles nods.

“Well, stay with me. Please?” You bite your lip.

He nods, “Yeah, okay.”

You move over and lay your head on the pillow, Stiles getting under the covers.

You can’t sleep, you just stare at the ceiling, kicking yourself for not making a more obvious move.

“Hey,” Stiles says quietly.


“Have you slept?”

“No. You?” You turn over flip your lamp on.

“Nope. Not a wink.”

“Cuddle me.” You grin.

He looks nervous, “Okay.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him.

“Maybe Scott should go out of town more often.” You hope you weren’t too forward.

“Oh, I agree. Maybe I should send him false leads so I can spend more time with you.” He smiles.

You stomach churns in excitement. “Oh, please do.”

He looks at your face, his eyes watching yours before staring at your lips.



“If you’re going to kiss me, just do it.”

“Oh thank God.” He breathes out before pulling you closer so your lips meet his.

You’d both been waiting for this moment, you never shared your feelings with anyone, you’d just hoped a moment exactly like this would happen.

He pulls you on top of him so you’re straddling him. You kiss his jawline before returning to his lips.

“Y/N…” He breathes out.

“Yeah?” You continue kissing his neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this exact moment.”

You pull away and smile, “Oh, I may have you beat. I’ve liked you since the first time Scott brought you home.”


“Definitely. I loved your little dimples.” You giggle.

He wraps his arms around your hips. “Well, I think you may have to show me everything else you love about me.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” You smirk.

anonymous asked:

I got so excited seeing your blog that is dedicated to todoroki! 😆 May I request a cute, fluffy scenario where todoroki and s/o are talking to each other at his room then s/o suddenly felt sleepy and laid her head on his shoulder? Good luck on your blog btw! :)

Hello! I had written this before, but… somehow I managed to delete my work… So I had to start all over again. Well, I guess the world wanted me to write something better. Hopefully it is haha. Thank you for your request, it was superb cute ^^ also, I apologize for not writing in a while, I had writers block, and then this happened and I couldn’t help but feeling empty, and sad, and dumb XD anyway, enjoyyy…

Also, I am Sorry if this seems too short, tell me if you want these to be longer please!


Fridays kind of became movie nights with Todoroki. You don’t know when your casual hang outs turned into this new tradition, but they did.
Every so often you would pick out a movie and watch it, sometimes, when the movie was too boring you would just talk your whole way through it. Or even complain about it, and that, was more fun than any movie itself.

This time was not an exception. It was Todoroki’s turn to play host and both of you were laying lazily in his bed next to each other, Todoroki bowl of popcorn in hand, and with the lights off. Not to mention it was quite late. Probably around 12 a.m., so it was already dark outside.

You couldn’t remember the title of the movie you were watching, you think it was a romantic comedy or something?
Anyway, the movie had a terrible plot, plain characters, and was altogether very bad.

“What is he- he should just tell her already. Come on!” exclaimed -a probably too annoyed- Todoroki. With these get-togethers you had gotten to meet a new side of him, one that you certainly didn’t know existed. I mean, who could have guessed he could get so worked up about a movie? It just seemed very surprising, yet cute to you.

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious he’s going to end up with the other girl”

“Right? Just get it over already!” He said while taking a single popcorn flake to his mouth. “Want some?” Todoroki asked, while offering you the bowl, but still not taking his eyes off the screen.

You took a few and piled them up in your hand. Your eye lids were begging to get heavy as the movie progressed, yet not enough for you to fall asleep.

After what seemed like years, the film was finally over. The main guy got over the girl he was pursuing at the start and confessed to the one he had gotten to love throughout the whole thing. It was quite a simple plot, and the end was very predictable, nevertheless you shared a lot of laughs with Todoroki and ranted together until it was done.

“This kind of reminds me of us.” Todoroki’s whisper relaxed you, only making it more difficult to keep your eyes open.

“How so?” You asked back slowly. You had begun to get a bit of a sore throat, therefore your voice sounding gravelly.

“Well, at first I was so fixed on hating a side of myself that I couldn’t change, it’s not a girl, but it’s the same idea. Wanting something that I couldn’t have, getting rid of that part of me. I would never achieve my goals in the future if I kept on despising that with what I was born with.” At this point you were having an inner battle with yourself, keeping awake while Todoroki’s voice offered comfort. “ and I could never have done that without you, [name]. It was a long time after I gathered the courage to tell you how I felt. But now that we are together, I wouldn’t change a thing.” He kept saying nice words to you with such happiness, that before you knew it, your head was resting on his left shoulder, eyes closed. You could feel him stiffen under your touch, he was probably surprised, since physical affection wasn’t really your thing. A few seconds later, however, his head was resting on yours.

“Goodnight [name]“

“Goodnight Shouto”

Obvious - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Obvious 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,126

Warnings: None

Prompt: I’d love a fic where Dean has a huge crush on reader and when she starts getting flirty with Cas then he acts all jealous and just hugs her when she won’t shut up about his obvious jealousy!

Originally posted by canonspngifs

“Hey Dean, uh where is Sam?” you frowned taking a look around you as you were able to spot only Dean there, sulking as he really liked to do lately.

“Supply run.” he grumbled clicking furiously on his computer, fact that made you raise an eyebrow.

“Then why didn’t you ask me if I wanted something?” you blinked, sitting next to Castiel as Dean still kept a clenched jaw and stared at his computer screen.

“Would have, if you two weren’t so busy. So we thought it would be better to not interrupt.” he huffed looking up at you and particularly Castiel. Although you could really call it a glare more than anything else.

“Interrupt what?” Castiel frowned and you shrugged at him.

“I don’t know.” you mumbled glancing at Dean who was angrily taking a sip of his beer “It’s not like we were having sex. Only heavily making out.” and of course he choked on it. You had such a hard time keeping a snicker in when he gave you that look of disbelief, his eyes wide in total shock.

“Easy tiger.” you giggled “I am just kidding… sort of.” you mumbled as he gave you a hard look.

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H.S. Dunkirk Premiere Imagine

A/N: HEY GUYS! So I don’t really think this is a preference considering it is just with one of the lads, but I am going to call it an imagine. This was a requested one, so I hope you all enjoy!

I could see that Harry was shaking, he was so nervous… Maybe the most nervous I have seen him in a long time. I tried to ease him by placing my tiny hand over his, and grasping it. He looked at me, his emerald eyes had this unusual glow to them… Something about him looked different, happier almost.

“Don’t be nervous Har… You are going to do amazing, I know how hard you worked on this, don’t let anyone get you down.” I leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. He smiled, returning my gesture with a squeeze of my thigh. 

“You always know just what to say babe. Thank you for always supporting me Y/N… I really do love you so much.” We shared another quick kiss before a voice came from beside us.

“Hey you two, don’t go too wild and crazy!” We both chuckled, as Harry turned to Anne. 

“Mum, you are ruining my game!” Her eyes grew wide, as she crossed her arms across her chest. Harry let out a bellowing, and utterly beautiful laugh. I could listen to him laugh all day long. It was such a contagious sound, and before we even knew it, Anne and I were laughing too.

We had pulled up to the red carpet, and Harry took a deep breath, “Well… Here goes nothing.” He opened the door of the limousine, making sure to wait for both Anne and myself. With the both of us walking down with him… Well I don’t think I have ever seen.

From the moment we stepped out of the car, people were shouting from all different directions, a mixture of the three of our names. I don’t know if I have ever had so many pictures of me taken in my entire existence. Harry could sense my uneasiness, and tightened his grip on my hand, while he whispered in my ear, “I love you, thank you for being here.” I gave his hand a squeeze back, as we approached our first interview. 

Anne and I stepped to the side as Harry began to answer the questions, 

“So Harry, we see you have your two leading ladies here with you tonight…” Harry immediately smiled, looking over at the two of us just past the camera.

“Yes, I wouldn’t be anything without my mum, and of course the love of my life Y/N.” I felt my cheeks going red, as I looked down at my shoes. 

“Do you have any plans for after the premiere Harry?” His eyes met mine, and he licked his lips, causing a shiver to go down my spine. Our gaze never broke, 

“Yeah it should be a fun night.”

The cycle continued to repeat itself, until we were about to head inside to watch the movie, but first Harry had one more interview. As we had before, Anne and I stood to the side, admiring the boy that we had watched grow into a man.

“Harry what are you most thankful for, throughout this whole process?” The interviewer asked. He thought about it for a moment, his index finger and his thumb pressing his lips together as he tried to think.

“Probably all of the support from my girlfriend Y/N. She has been here for my family and I through everything, and at the end of the day she is still here. I love you baby. So so much.” He finished as he threw some kisses to me off camera. 

And in that moment, I realized I have never loved anything more than Harry Edward Styles.

Time for a story - More than just a nickname

A short chapter today since the last has been and the next will again be longer. Besides, when I had the chapter finished the first time, half of it disappeared over night and I hate writing the exact same thing twice. :(

Originally posted by olicitytroop

“How are you asleep again already?” Felicity asked, looking at Addie who was lying on Oliver’s side of the bed and seemed to be fast asleep. “You just woke up an hour ago and nothing exciting happened that could have tired you out.”

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anonymous asked:

How about lazy mornings with the chocobros?

Yes, definitely, I need this in my life! Also I am so sorry I took so long, wow. I’ve sucked so bad today.

Noctis: Let’s face it, with Noct every morning is a lazy morning. You wake up somewhere around mid-morning, a tangle of limbs and blankets, neither of you giving any inclination of your consciousness, but you’d each be aware that the other was awake. For the most part, you’d just lay there, happy enough to just pretend to sleep.
“We should probably get up before noon.” you whisper.
Noctis tightens his hold on you, burying his nose in your tangled hair. “Don’t want to. Too comfy.” he groans. His fingers snake up the back of your camisole, drawing lazy swirls along your spine in an effort to lull you back to sleep.
You purr, arching your back. “Noctis.” you mewl, cuddling back into him. Damn, this man knew you too well. He went right for your weak point and you almost fell for it. “No, c'mon. We need to get up.” You weakly push his hand away, momentarily mourning the loss of those soft fingers on your back.
Grumbling to himself, Noctis tries to curl his arms around you and pull you back into the bed as you roll out of his reach. “(y/n), no, don’t be this way!” he whines.
You tumble over to the curtains, yanking them open and flooding the room with light. You watch in amusement and Noctis hisses dramatically and pulls the blankets over his head.
“(y/n), you traitor!”
You laugh to yourself, shaking your head. “Oh, stop being such a drama queen.” You pick up his clothes from last night and throw them at him. “Come on, if we’re lucky maybe Iggy’ll come over and make pancakes.”

Prompto: Prompto’s an early riser by nature, so he’s always awake before you. He’s not against laying in bed, curled around you until you wake up, just once in a while. After almost an hour, though, he gets bored. He begins gently nibbling on your collarbone, stopping when he feels you stirring, only to start back up again once you’ve resettled yourself. “Quit it.” you whine, pushing weakly at his chest.
He chuckles, pulling you back and kissing your forehead. “Breakfast?”
You crack one eye open, glaring at him with pursed lips. “I’m not your breakfast.” you grumble.
“Are you sure about that?” Prompto smirks, going back to nibbling your collarbone. “You’re just so tasty!” He pins your wrists to your sides, keeping you struggling and shrieking with laughter as he nips playfully along your neck. When he finally relents, he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and laughs along with you as you calm yourself. “Seriously, though,” he says, laying a kiss on your jaw. “What do you want for breakfast?”
You hum in thought. “I kinda want French toast.” you mutter. “With honey and bananas. Sound good?”
Prompto sat up, humming to himself with a smile. “Yeah, that sounds great.” he replies. He snatches last night’s tank off the floor of your bedroom and pulls it over his head. “C'mon, time to get up.” he says.
“Yeah, yeah.” You pull the blankets further around yourself. “Just gimme five more minutes.”

Ignis: Lazy days with Ignis are rare, and when they do happen, you hardly ever end up staying in bed past 10. By then you have migrated to the sofa, bringing your pillows along with you, a mug of ebony in hand, naturally. “Ugh, morning TV sucks.” you growl, flipping through the channels. Tedious talk shows and so-called “reality” TV made up the bulk of morning scheduling. You were seconds away from just putting on some cartoons. You eventually settle on a light news channel.
Ignis doesn’t seem to care what was on television. He, instead, focussed his attention on you. On raking his fingers through your hair, twisting the tips slightly and letting them fall back into place.
You lay your head on Ignis’s shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh. “Should we just watch a movie?” you ask.
“Are you prepared to leave the sofa?” he replies with a raised eyebrow.
“We have Netflix,” you remind him. “I won’t have to.” You log into your Netflix account through your console and start flicking through the various movies. Maybe a nice, chilled out feel-good movie?
Ignis acknowledges your point with a nod, going back to playing with your hair. “We’ve not yet eaten breakfast.” he mutters to you.
“Ah, yeah.” You lay down the controller on your lap. “We should probably do that.”
“Dippy eggs?”
“Dippy eggs!”

Gladiolus: While more commonplace than with Ignis, lazy days are infrequent with Gladio, too. Mainly because you’re both highly motivated people, you live for a purpose, sitting around doing nothing can be extremely frustrating for you. That said, on the odd day where you allow yourselves the indulgence of a lay-in, you can spend hours talking, sharing deep, meaningful conversations, or just chatting casually. And, occasionally, you just liked to wind him up.
“So, like, are all stars just giant balls of fire, or is it just our sun?” you ask.
Gladio sighs deeply, not even turning to look at you. “(y/n), for the millionth time, the sun is not fire. It’s plasma.” he grumbles.
You shrug, pretending to be interested in your nails. “Well, plasma’s just like, super hot fire. So, technically, I’m not wrong.” You smirk, feeling him tense. Surely, he knows by now not to take you seriously?
He glares at you out of the corner of his eye. He knows full well what you’re doing, but still, he allows you to get the better of him. “No, there’s no technically about it. You’re wrong. End of story.” Gladio rests his hand atop your head, stroking through you hair absent-mindedly. “And yes, all stars are made of plasma. And that’s my last word on it.”
You open your mouth, then close it. Okay, no more sun banter for today. Maybe you could find something else to irritate him, instead.
“Are we thinking fry-up for breakfast?” he asks.
“Oooh, fry-up!” Okay, maybe you’ll ease up on the teasing for today.

anonymous asked:

I love you my wifu~ Can you learn me a thing for 7? 💖😙😄👍🏽💖😍🌈👭🏽😅😊💜😄 #52 please and thank you!❗!!❗❗❗!!! PS You're not stupid! You're beautiful and I love you


@pastel-nonbinary i love you(ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc) and you’re beautiful too. also again why are you on anon, i saw you type this;; ALSO THAT ONE EMOJI THAT WASN’T WORKING ISN’T EVEN HERE??? WHAT WAS THAT ONE;;

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spoiler free, just for you babe! finish this godamn game, join me in hell

Seven finished his work early that day. That wasn’t unusual or anything, but today he finished it extra early. As soon as he finished, he spun his chair and stood up, looking around for MC. “MC~” He called out, looking around his place for them. They weren’t on the couch, where they usually sat and waited for him. He walked around his apartment looking a bit more, but he couldn’t find them. He swore he checked everywhere…Maybe they left? No way, they couldn’t have. But Seven couldn’t help but worry. Damn, why didn’t he install that tracker in their jacket yet?

“Seven?” He turned his head, seeing MC walk out from the hallway. “Are you alright?” Seven let out a breath and nodded, walking over to them. “I thought you left…” He pulled them towards him gently. “I finished my work and couldn’t find you.” They pulled him into a hug, smiling. “No, I didn’t leave. I was in the kitchen, getting a drink. Did you not check there?” No, in fact, he didn’t, Now he felt like he was overreacting. So he laughed it off, “Haha, no…I didn’t go to the kitchen. Probably should have. But I found you and I finished with work, so let’s go and relax, yeah?” Seven led MC back to the living room, the two of them plopping side by side onto the couch.

They decided to have a movie day - MC’s pick. Seven went to make popcorn while they looked through their movie choices, as well as get a bag of Honey Buddha Chips for himself. And, of course, he brought two Dr. Peppers. “What did you pick for us, Agent 606?” He asked, walking back into the living room. “Let’s watch this one.” They said with a grin, pointing to the screen, which showed ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’. Seven grinned, putting their snacks on the table and sitting next to them again. “Perfect.”

How they ended up in such ridiculous positions, neither of them knew. They started out on the couch, but now they were on the floor. Seven was laying sideways while MC laid on his leg. And for some reason, their arms were interlocked. Totally not based on the same position we were in today lmao It was kind of comfortable, though it probably didn’t look it, but Seven kind of wanted to move. Not because MC was bothering him or anything, but because his mind wasn’t even focused on the movie anymore. Instead, he was thinking about MC. He wanted to hug them, and honestly just kind of talk. No background noise or anything. Maybe he could actually get some sleep like that too…

“Hey MC?” He called out. “Yeah?” They answered back, turning their head towards him. “Can we stop the movie? I’m getting distracted. And…can we cuddle?” He asked. MC nodded, reaching for the remote. “Of course we can.” They turned off the movie, got off of him, and stood up, waiting for him to stand up as well before they both went to their room. Seven had another idea, however, and he picked them up as soon as he stood, running to their bedroom. He threw them onto the bed and jumped in after, automatically wrapping his arms around them. Both of them were laughing, but they managed to get comfortable.

They stayed that way for a bit, just holding each other and talking. One would play with the other’s hair, one would shift to be more comfortable, but they kept talking until Seven fell asleep. MC fell asleep not too long after, playing with his hair. It was a peaceful sleep. And if you asked him, it was the best sleep he had in awhile. They should do this more often.


Satoko Miyahara on Abema TV

(translation by @offtosingapore)

Interviewer 1: Are there any performances from past Olympic seasons that have left an impression on you?

Satoko: Carolina Kostner’s performances from the Sochi Olympics and of course, Mao Asada’s performances; and then there’s Yuna Kim’s “Bond girl” program…there are lots.

I: So is there a certain type of program that leaves a lasting impression on you?

Satoko:  When I watch performances that shock me or draw me in, those are the ones that make me think, “Ah, this is the kind of skater I want to be.”

Interviewer 2: Can you tell us about some of the choreography you’re fond of or poses you’d like us to pay attention to in your SP and FS this season?

Satoko: Both programs use music from films that are set in Japan, so there are a lot of “Japan-esque” poses.

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7 - one good girl is worth a thousand bitches

Harry Styles and Clio Carlisle are not friends.  Enemies, maybe.  Forced to be around each other, yes.

If Harry knows anything, it’s that Clio is entitled and judgmental.  And please, you don’t need to remind Clio that Harry’s just a typical fuckboy.

And finally, both parties would like to remind you that Liam Payne is absolutely incorrect - they will never have sex.  Ever.  Maybe when the apocalypse happens.

Or something along those lines.

College AU in which no one is British and everyone has an opinion.

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AN: Thank you so much to all my followers <3 just hit 200 Love you all and hope you have a good day.

Imagine: Aiden takes you home after you look for him at the Alpha pack’s apartment. Cute fluff

Your heart beat pounded against your rib cage as you pressed the elevator button. Scott had said during lunch that the Alpha pack was living in Allison’s building so, when you told them you were going to visit Allison, no one raised any questions.


Now that you were here it seemed like one of the worst ideas you’d ever had. But you needed to apologise to Aiden, you hadn’t meant to upset him and for some reason it was really getting to you that he no longer smiled at you or even acknowledged that you existed.


“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” Aiden looked horrified when the elevator doors dinged open to reveal the Alpha. He glanced over his shoulder before shoving you so that he could get in with you and pressed the buttons before turning to you.


“You need to stay away from here, if they see you they’ll rip you apart.” He muttered. Once the elevator doors opened he dragged you out by his arm and led you round the back of the building to the parking lot.


“But I didn’t know how else to find you… I didn’t think.” You mumbled as he pulls a helmet off the bike that you knew belonged to Ethan and held it out to you.

“Here, I’ll take you home and cover your scent they won’t know you were here.” He muttered. He glanced over his shoulder as he settled on his bike and realized you had no idea how to get on, with a chuckle he reached down and grabbed your thigh, lifting it over the bike.

You squealed and gripped onto his shoulders as you lose balance only to have him catch you and slide you onto the bike properly.


“A little warning I’m not a werewolf you know, I can’t just jump around and everything.” You said grumpily as he pushed on his helmet and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Aren’t you trying to get coach to start a cheer squad?” He asked as he revved the engine.

“Yes but that doesn’t require being pulled off my feet and thrown on a motorbike.” You bit back grumpily. You knew he heard you from the way his body moved and the rumble of a laugh that could be faintly heard over his bike.


“Stop here.” You said once he reached your house and he slowed the bike as he turned onto your driveway.


“You need to stay away from the apartment… next time I might not be able to get to you first.” Aiden muttered as he jumped off the bike and helped you down while pulling his helmet off.


“But I just wanted to say I was sorry for the other night… I didn’t mean… Scott and Stiles get kinda blindsided they forget everyone else have stuff going on.” You said apologetically, rubbing the back of your head.


“It’s fine… I get it pack first.” He said glancing to your house.


“No it’s not that I like …” Aiden’s large hand cut off your words and you could hear the familiar rumble of Stiles’ jeep up the road. “There’s a gate round the back you can put the bike behind it and I’ll open a window before they get here.” You said once he let you pull his hand away.


You ran to the front door, letting Aiden sort himself out, and yanked it open. Once you were inside you jogged up the wide stair case and burst into your bedroom and hurried over to the window while shrugging off your bag.


“Hey (Y/N) you home?” Stiles’ voice distracted you from your task of opening the heavy bay window. You jumped and almost screamed when Aiden appeared at the window and tapped on the glass, he grinned as you took a deep breath and opened the window before running from the room to answer Stiles.

“Yeah I’m here what’s up guys?” you watched Scott carefully as he glanced up above you but said nothing.

“We were just checking in on you I thought you were going to hang out with Allison but she was with Lydia.” Stiles babbled.


“Oh… yeah I um have a lot of homework and I’m pretty tired.” You mumbled excuses. They hung around for a long time and you were very aware that either, Aiden had gone home without his bike or he was still upstairs and Scott was simply ignoring the fourth heartbeat in the house.


“Well I should probably get home before Dad’s shift starts or he’ll forget to eat.” Stiles said as the movie you had been watching finished. He poked Scott awake and the two of them said goodbye.


“You know I’ve been home and back those guys are really annoying.” The voice made you jump and you span around throwing the nearest thing you could grab.


Aiden raised an eyebrow as the tiny pillow thudded softly against his chest and looked down at it as it lay pathetically on the floor.


“Sorry you scared me.” You squeaked making him chuckle.


“Well good job on the defence thing you got going.” He mumbled as he closed in on you. He breathed in and closed his eyes as your heart beat quickened with each step he took and couldn’t help but groan as he could almost taste your arousal in the air.


“Um… Aiden what are you doing?” You asked nervously as he stalked you through the living room towards the kitchen.

“Nothing just seeing what you’ll do in a fight.” He gave you a cheeky grin before launching at you, knocking you off your feet and rolling as you fell so you landed on top of him.


“That was not ok Aiden you can’t jump on people cause you feel like it.” You giggled as he dropped his head onto the floor and rested a hand on your lower back.

“Well your pretty crappy at fighting… spatial awareness and balance just thought I’d help.” He said grabbing your fist that was in its way to thud on his solid chest.


“So you could teach me?” You asked quietly. He raised his head and fixed you with a curious look.

“Yeah if you want me to.” He smiled and jumped up, setting you on the ground and slowly headed through the large kitchen and too the back door.


“Hey aren’t you going to teach me?” you asked as he stepped out into your garden.


“Yeah but your Mom’s home and my pack’s going to be wondering where I’ve been… I’ll see you at school.” He hesitated and turned to face you as your heard the lock on the front door click open, your eyes widened as a firm kiss was pressed to your lips and his hands ghosted the back of your head before pulling away and tapping the end of your nose.


“Later (Y/N).” He mumbled before pulling the door shut behind him.

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Private Lessons (5/10)

Dad!Chris Evans/first person OFC (Elaina)

A/N: Hello! it’s a day late, I know. Don’t hate me. Anyways, this chapter has a little angst, a little fluff, a little Lukas, it’s a fun time I promise. 

Synopsis: Elaina is teaching swimming lessons to a little boy named Lukas when she discovers that he is the son of Chris Evans. When Chris approaches Elaina to do private lessons with Lukas at the Evans’ home will things heat up? Will Elaina turn into a home wrecker that she never wanted to be?

Originally posted by xalisiamarvelous

(about the gif: imagine Chris looking at Elaina the way he’s looking at Sebastian)

Scheduling was crazy the next few weeks. Chris was in and out of town, sometimes taking Lukas with him, sometimes leaving him with a nanny. Two weeks went by where we only got 1 lesson in. Even when Lukas stayed home with a nanny Chris didn’t want me to come, something about adding stress to the nanny and to Lukas. With all the rescheduling and cancelling lessons that was happening it was like I was texting or calling Chris nonstop. Which sounds nice, right? The problem is, we were literally only talking about lessons. His messages were short and to the point, lacking in the flirty banter I had gotten used to. After almost a month of no lessons Chris is finally back for a little over a week. We go back to our usual Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule for the week.

When I get off work on Monday my stomach is in knots. It feels like the first day of school all over again. There’s no reason for me to be this anxious, it’s just Chris and Lukas after all. I can’t decide if it was just because I haven’t seen them in a while or if it was because Chris and I left things on an awkward note. When I get there Lukas answers the door, only to be followed by Chris reminding him that he needs to get Chris before he opens the door. Lukas ignored him and leaped into my arms to hug me.

“I missed you Miss Lainie!”

“I missed you too buddy, how have you been” Chris gives me a tight smile before he points that he’s going back to his office. Lukas is already in his swimsuit so we make our way out to the pool. We spend most of the class reviewing since he forgot a lot during the accidental break.

“Do your back float and I’m going to count to ten and then I want you to roll over onto your front float and hold your breath as long as you can, okay?”

“Yup” once he’s steady I move my hand away from supporting him and start counting, when I get to ten he rolls over, taking a deep breath, and puts him face in to front float. He doesn’t stay floating for long, he picks his head up almost as fast as he put it in.

“What kind of front float was that?” I tease while holding him facing me, he shrugs his response. “Okay, let’s work on that. Remember to take a really big breath and blow the air out really slow so you don’t run out too quickly. And what do you do with your arms?”

“Airplane arms!”

“No, that’s your back float. When we front float we do Superman arms”

“I don’t like Superman”

“Well, why’s that?”

“Cause my daddy’s Captain Mamerica”

“He is Captain America, but that doesn’t mean Superman is bad” he gives me a look the says Superman is most definitely bad, “Oh-kay maybe he is bad”

“He is, Captain Mamerica is the only superhero we can talk about”

“Not even Thor? Or Iron Man?”


“Did you dad tell you that?”


“Alrighty, well Captain America can’t fly so I can’t tell you to do Captain America arms, so now you better just remember where your arms go when you do your front float”

“I’ll remember”

We work on kicking and ice cream scoop arms, finishing up with a biggest splash contest. Lukas doesn’t want to get out after our hour was up so I agree to stay in with him until he tires out or Chris comes out to call him in. I put a lifejacket on him so he can jump in the deep end while I sit by the edge. Eventually I move back into the water, the brisk evening air becoming to cold to stay on the side in a wet suit. I relaxe into a back float, occasionally looking up to check on Lukas. Suddenly there’s a big splash right by my head, I stand up quickly and wipe the water from my face. At first I think that it’s Lukas, but as I realize that there’s no way Lukas could’ve made that big of a splash I feel two large hands wrap around my waist and spin me around.

“Gotcha” he says triumphantly before setting me back on my feet.

“You scared me!” I saw with a splash to his face, I can’t help but notice his lack of shirt this time. The perfectly sculpted muscles covered with a light layer of chest hair.

“Well you were sleeping on the job” he teases.

“I was not sleeping, besides my hour is up”

“Oh yeah, why are you still here?” There’s silence for a beat before he realizes how that sounded “That came out wrong, I just mean why are you guys still in the pool?”

“Lukas didn’t want to get out and I didn’t know where you were so I told him I’d stay in with him for a while”

“Yeah, sorry about earlier. My manager has a ton of auditions set up. I know I told him that I would be willing to start a couple films again not that Lukas is older, but he went a little overboard so I have to figure out which ones I even want to try and it’s just been a mess”

“I’m sorry, are you just looking at acting again or directing?”

“Just acting right now, I need to get back into it a bit before directing will be a good fit for me”

“So maybe wait until Lukas is in school?”

“That’s the plan as of right now. It’s still going to be hard though”

“It’s always going to be hard” I reach out to touch his arm, aiming for friendly comfort, we seem to have gravitated closer while talking and I realize that we’re almost touching already.

“It’s getting late, do you want to stay for dinner?”

“That would be nice”

Chris coaxes Lukas out of the pool with the promise of food. We all walk to the house together and I dry myself as best I can to avoid leaving puddles throughout the house. Chris takes Lukas to help him change, I take a seat at the kitchen island while waiting for them to come back. Lukas comes running out first in flannel pajamas, Chris follows behind a few minutes later carrying sweat pants and a t-shirt.

“I thought you might want to change out of your suit”

“Thank you! Your house is really cold” I say only half kidding

“I can turn the AC down”

“You don’t need to do that for the little while that I’m here. Besides, with these pants I’m sure I’ll be warm enough” I excuse myself to the bathroom to change, thankful of my emergency sports bra and panties that I keep in my bag. By the time I’m done changing Chris has sandwiches made up for all of us.

“Sorry it’s not as fancy as spaghetti, but it’s fast and tastes good”

“No, it’s perfect, who can turn down a good sandwich?”

Lukas almost falls asleep on his plate again, the extra time in the water seemed to tire him out more than we originally thought. Chris carries him off to bed, telling me that he’ll be back in a few minutes.

“Didn’t even have to read to him, he was out like a light”

“Swimming will do that to you. So, we’re doing Monday, Wednesday, Friday this week right?”

“Yeah as long as that’s good for you?”

“Yeah, of course. I can give you these back on Wednesday then” I tell him, gesturing to the clothes.

“Yeah whenever, they look better on you than they do on me” I can’t help but blush at his comment, looking away in an attempt to hide my smile.

“I should probably get going”

“Are you sure, I mean we could watch a movie or something”

“Um, sure, maybe not a movie though. It’s late and I have to work early tomorrow”

“How about one episode of your show of choice”

“Blue Bloods?”

“Sure!” he leads the way to the living room and queues up Netflix before settling on the couch next to me. His arm starts by resting on the back of the couch behind me but eventually falls to rest around my shoulders. About half way through the episode I stop resisting and let myself lean into his shoulder and rest my head by his chest. I swear I can feel him smile from my movements as his arms moves to cup mine and pull me closer. As the episode draws to a close Chris doesn’t move. As much as I would like to stay cuddled up to him, I really do have to get going. I pick my head up and start to lean away. Chris takes the hint and moves his arm off my shoulders, instead, moving to grab the remote. He turns it off and follows me to walk me to my car.

“So I was thinking..”

“That’s never good” I tease when he pauses for a moment. He gives me a lopsided grin before continuing.

“Would you like to get dinner with me on Friday?”

“I just had dinner with you” I remind him, slightly confused by his question.

“I mean not here, and not with Lukas”

“Why not with Lukas?”

“Because,” he sighs dramatically before continuing. “Elaina, I’m asking you on a date”

“A date? You want to go on a date with me?” I’m sure my face is screaming confusion but Chris just lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Yes, I want to go on a date with you. Is that a yes?”

“Yes, of course it’s a yes, I just. Wow.” My brain is going a hundred miles a minute trying to put together the idea that he actually likes me and want to try this. I don’t notice Chris moving until his arms are wrapping around my waist. I fall against his easily, and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday” He says while giving me a tight squeeze. He loosens his arms slightly and leans down to kiss my cheek before releasing me completely.

“Bye” I get in my car quickly to stop any further embarrassment. I’m giddy and anxious the whole way home. I take a shower and prepare for bed, the whole time the only thing that’s running through my head is I can’t believe I have a date with Chris Evans.

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INFP & INFJ & ENFP roommates

11am Sunday
ENFP: oh my god we have done nothing all day we need to go out!
INFPbut it’s comfy here
INFJ:we probably should do something, but I’m comfy too
ENFP:no I need to do something, I can’t waste my time sitting around
INFJ:this is the first time I’ve seen you with nothing planned in the last two months, you should enjoy some relaxation . You know you can’t constantly be on the go, you will wear yourself out
INFPyeah let’s watch a movie or something
ENFP:But I need to do things, I have to do shopping for food, meet my friends, I need a new pair of runners and I said I’d look out for a game for my brother. We should go out!
INFJ:Oh your going to look at games? Oh maybe il go
INFP:oh I said I’d look for a game for my brother too, I should prob do that
ENFP:Great il call the other girls and we can meet them then we can look at games, and there was this new resturaunt I wanted to go to and ………
ENFP continues on as we both look at her horrified

You Misunderstand

@cartoonloverstuff sent me this prompt

*Prompt: the three teens are hanging at ash’s place late and all end up asleep in her living room. Johnny wakes up hearing what he thinks is his phone going off and answers it but oops, it’s Meena’s. And now her Grandfather wants to know why the samhell a boy is answering his sweet granddaughter’s phone at 6 in the morning. Idk how it plays out, but it would probably end up being really amusing for ash and Johnny would being banging his head against the nearest hard surface.*

And I loved it enough to write it! Enjoy!

“Yeah, you guys should come over after practice I just got some new horror movies I wanted to watch.” Ash says strumming a few cords on her guitar.

Ash, Meena, and Johnny were all sitting in one of the practice rooms, it was during their lunch break and they had all grown close as friends and started hanging out when they could.

“Sure, I just got off punishment, so I’m free.” Johnny takes a bite out of his burger. “What about you Meena?” He asks through a mouth full and looks over at her.

“Oh, um, I’d have to ask,” Meena says looking down at her fruit salad, “that and I’m not really a horror movie type.” She shrugs.

“Oh come on,” Ash budges her friend, “I promise you they’re all cheesy horror movies, plus,” ash begins with a mushy tone, cuddling up close Johnny, “Johnny’ll be there to protect you.” She bats her eyelashes at Meena.

Johnny blushes and pushes her off, Meena smiles with a shake of her head and through a her napkin at Ash, then Johnny throws the tinfoil from his burger at the porcupine, they all laugh it off and part ways to their different practice rooms for the rest of the day.
After agreeing to come over Meena contacted her mother to let her know she was going to be out late with friends. Johnny told Rosita where he was going and that he probably wouldn’t be back until the next day, but he’ll call her if anything changes. They all walked out the theater together, Johnny offering to drive them instead of taking the bus, the two girls nodded with agreement and they blasted the radio all the way until they got to Ash’s apartment. They walked inside laughing and talking, Ash offered drinks and food, which they set out on her coffee table, Ash then popped in the first movie and their night began.
Just as promised the movies were cheesy and made Ash and Johnny laugh hysterically, but do seem to quiet down when it’s suspenseful. Meena, on the other hand, was not having half the fun the other two were, she doesn’t watch scary movies, at least not often, and when she does, cheesy or not, she gets scared, she screams, she hides, she clenches, and she hides. Which usually meant that the person she was sitting next to was used as a shield most of the time. Ash was sitting next to her at first, so when she acted on instinct she was pricked, Ash apologized profusely and decided to trade places with Johnny and sit on the floor. So Johnny was the shield throughout all the movies, she clung to him and he wrapped his arm around her with a small smile and they she hid herself in his chest.
The movies kept coming and with each one the teens grew more and more tired, eventually ash was spread out on the floor and Johnny’s head is up against the arm of the couch, his left arm under his head the other around Meena’s waist. The apartments only sounds is that of breathing, Ashes snoring, and the movies menu playing in the background.
Morning is still a little dark, but sunshine is slowly coming up soon to brighten up the day.
The peacefulness is interrupted by the loud ringing of Johnny’s ring tone, everyone slowly begins to move and groan, Meena turns over and snuggles closer to Johnny’s chest, he tightens his hold and ash swings an arm over her eyes and groans louder when the ringing doesn’t stop.

“Johnny!” Ash groans loudly. “Phone!” She yells annoyed.

Johnny doesn’t answer only mumbles as he searches around blindly for his phone, he follows the vibrating of the couch, he reaches in between him and Meena bringing out a phone and he slides his finger across the screen and brings it to his ear and resting it there.

“‘Ello.” He asks with a yawn.

“Who is this?” A gruff voice comes through the phone.

Johnny furrows his brow at the voice and slowly begins to get up. “Johnny, sorry, who is this?” He asks.

“Meena’s grandfather.” Johnny’s entire body shoots up as fast as he can and he drops the phone, in the process Meena falls off the couch and Ash wakes up due to the thud.

“What the hell.” Ash says looking over at the two.

Meena’s slowly getting up of the ground. “What’s happening?” She looks to Johnny WHOS eyes are as big as the moon.

“It’s your grandfather.” He points to the phone. “And I answered it.” Johnny adds watching Meena’s reaction go from confused to panicked.

Meena reaches for the phone quickly fumbling a bit as she brings it up to her ear. “Grandpa?” She asks. “Grandpa, grandpa no!” Meena answers quickly as she gets up and begins to walk away.

“You answered Meena’s phone?” Ash asks amused watching Johnny head over to the closest wall and begin to bang his head. “That’s hilarious.” Ash begins to laugh.

“Damn it. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” Johnny repeats to himself as he continues to beat his head on the hard surface.

“You were gone all night, had me worried to high hell and when I call your phone this morning, some boy is answering *your* phone!” Meena’s grandfather tells from the other side of the phone.

“It’s not what you think! I was over at Ashes place and we were all watching movies and we fell asleep.” Meena tries to justify.

“Well what in the Samhell is *Johnny* doing at your friend Ashes place, if you’re going to your friends house, at least tell us that there was going to be a boy there.”

“Grandpa! I’ll be home in 5 minutes, I promise ok, I’m gonna get a ride.” Meena begins to stick on her shoes.

“A ride from who? Johnny? Nuh-uh, I’m coming to get you right now.”

“You don’t have a license grandpa.” Meena sighs.

“Then I’ll get your mother to drive me.” He says after a short pause. “See you in a bit.” He hangs up the phone.

“Her grandpa totally thinks you guys fucked.” Ash laughs at Johnny’s expense as he blushes.

“Not the time Ash.” Johnny says from his spot on the wall.

Ash halts her laughing as soon as Meena walks in holding her mouth.

“My mom and grandpa are coming to pick me up.” Meena says.

Johnny stiffens up at the mention of Meena’s grandfather and stands up straight, he looks at his watch them out the window. “Well, I’m gonna go I’ll see you guys later for practice, okay, alright, bye.” He says as he walks out of the apartment and to his car.

“Well,” Ash speaks out, “if we’re being honest, it could’ve been worse.” She smiles at Meena who groans and leans against the wall.