you two make me sick

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include

Originally posted by knightlley

  • He’s such a sweetheart 
  • But he’s so shell shocked
  • You could have picked anyone and you picked him
  • Smiley Jeff
  • You asking him out
  • Again, he’s shocked
  • He’s totally and utterly whipped
  • His teammates tease him 
  • “She’s got you wrapped around her finger bro.”
  • Blushing Jeff
  • Hand holding
  • PDA
  • Going on movie dates at the Crestmont
  • Clay and Hannah mocking the two of you
  • “Oh Jeff!”
  • Hannah waving her hand in exasperation and sighing
  • Clay pretending to be Jeff
  • “I couldn’t live without you (Y/n).”
  • To piss them off, you start making out in front of them
  • “You two make me sick.”
  • “For once, I agree with helmet.”
  • Being Tony’s best friend and him teasing the both of you
  • Tony being one of your biggest shippers
  • “I made this happen.  Don’t forget it on your wedding day.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “I mean it.  If I’m not best man, someone is going to have hell to pay.”
  • First ‘I love you’ being 100% romantic
  • Jeff taking you out to stargaze
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • He smiles down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Both muttering a breathless first ‘I love you’ to each other 
  • Cuddling until dawn
  • Going to parties together
  • Jeff does not go out on the beer run
  • #jeffatkinssurvived
  • Being the IT couple
  • He gives you a promise ring before you graduate
  • “I’m going to marry you one day.”
  • “And I’ll be waiting for that day.”
  • You two never lose your spark
  • Being the best couple
  • Your personalities compliment each other so well
  • When you do get married, it’s magical
  • On your wedding day, as always Jeff is very romantic
  • Writing the best vows
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • You swoon
  • Jeff smiling down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Breathlessly muttering your first ‘I love you’ as a married couple
  • Tony is the best man
  • “Thank you for choosing me.  I love you both so much.”
  • Clay and Hannah cheering for the both of you
  • “Go get her Atkins.”
  • “I love you Jeffrey Atkins.”
  • “I love you (Y/n) Atkins.”
Ten Things I Hate About You

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Prompt: based on the poem on the movie that I absolutely love. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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Fuel to Fire (2)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), some vague hinting to a troubled past, swearing, alcohol 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro)

A/N: The way Bucky and Steve met is cute, okay? I think it’s adorable. 

“So, what’s up with you and the tattoo dude?” Clint says around a mouth full of pizza, spilling cheese on his shirt. He looks down, lower lip pushed out in a pout. “Aw, cheese”

“Real charming, Barton” Y/N rolls her eyes, throwing the hand towel at him that she saves especially for these occasions. “And there’s nothing going on, if you hadn’t noticed,” she puts the crust of her pizza slice back on her plate and sets it aside, “he’s married to that other ‘tattoo dude’, Steve”

Clint shrugs, “There’s couples who do that”

Y/N furrows her brow, only acting to be oblivious. “Do what?”

“Add a third party to the-.. well, party” Clint takes another bite, miraculously avoiding spilling more cheese, yet still looking like a bum as he slouches low on the couch.

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Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!


“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

“Well, barr Remus, maybe.” Peter replied with a grin. “He knows all about the lunar cycles.”

I could have throttled him, but settled with throwing him a death glare, seeing out of the corner of my eye that Sirius was doing the same. When the two of us had officially become a couple at the start of last year, he’d enlightened me to Remus’s ‘furry little problem’. Not that I hadn’t had my suspicions before- the boys were far more conspicuous than they thought they were.

McGonagall snapped at us to focus, and the others turned back around to face the front. She was taking over our DADA classes after the most recent teacher had taken a leave of absence- this one had only lasted two months, six months less than the teacher before that.

“James is right, you know.” Sirius muttered lowly, taking my hand under the desk. His breath brushed my ear and I felt my heart rate pick up, sending tingles down my spine. “He’s a right nob, that Greenwood.” His eyes didn’t leave my face; how was it he always knew when something had got to me?

“I know.” I replied with a sigh. “I just hate how he gets under my skin. I always end up feeling mad or stupid after a five minute conversation with him.”

Sirius squeezed my hand. “You are far from stupid.” he promised, before his face spread into a smirk. “Besides, plans are already being put in place to stop the prick’s reign of terror.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Sirius…”

“Shh, (Y/N)!” Mcgonagall snapped. I tore my eyes away from my conniving boyfriend and back to the front.

McGonagall trained her beady eyes on me. “As I was saying… today we will be practicing patronus charms. Now after all the fuss with Mrs Peter’s swift departure, I thought it was about time you got a practical lesson.” She looked deliberately at Sirius and James. “Don’t make me regret it.”

The two boys smirked. “Cross my heart, Professor.” James replied, gracing her with his boyish grin. “We’ll be on our best behaviour.”

“I should hope so.” Her expression was stern, but her eyes twinkled; everyone knew she had a soft spot for the troublemaking boys. “Now, stand up and move the tables to the sides of the room, and we shall begin.”

Twenty minutes later, we were well underway. James was the only one to have summoned a corporeal patronus, much to Lily’s irritation; on his fifth try, Prongs, (surprise, surprise), had exploded from the tip of his wand and galloped around the room, causing students to gasp at the beauty of the creature. James had simply smirked and patted the head of the stag, not in the least surprised by his patronus, whilst McGonagall congratulated him; to produce a patronus so quickly was remarkable for a sixth year student. Sirius, Remus and I had all produced wisps of smoke, but we were nowhere near James’s level, and Marlene and Lily were struggling to make anything appear.

“Patience, Lily.” McGonagall said, as the red-head angrily cursed herself after trying or the upteenth time. “A patronus requires patience. The more frustrated you get, the harder it will be to summon a clear, happy memory. James, don’t just loiter. Come and help Miss Evans.”

James flashed a grin from where he was perched on one of the tables, chatting to Marlene with his shirt untucked and his wand hanging loosely in his hand.  “Certainly, Professor.”

Lily glared at him. “Professor, I can assure you that having that doofus around will definitely not help my mood.”

McGonagall’s eyes twinkled. “You might be surprised, Lily.”

I glanced at Marlene, who was smirking, and bit back my own smile. You had to admire McGonagall- she knew exactly what she was doing.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist, making me jump, and I turned in Sirius arms so I was facing him. “How’s it going, (Y/N)?”

“Alright.” I entwined my hands around his neck, breathing him in. In this close proximity, I could admire the laughter lines sprinkled around his deep grey eyes, the light stubble that dusted his jaw, and the softness of those lips. If I hadn’t been in the middle of the classroom, I might have kissed him. I wished I could.

“Mhmm.” he nuzzled into my neck and I curled into him, closing my eyes and listening to the beat of our heartbeats thumping against each other. I couldn’t put into words what I felt for this boy- but it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt before.

“PDA, guys, PDA.” A smiling Remus had his eyebrows raised accusatively as I swivelled around, pulling away from Sirius. My arms ached for his warmth already.

“Har-har, Remus.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Well I don’t see you casting your patronus, (Y/N).”

I grinned. “So you’ve cast yours then?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it.  An emotion flashed in Remus’s eyes, and then it was gone- hidden behind some wall. His patronus would be a wolf- a werewolf maybe. Of course he’d be terrified that someone would see.

“Remus, I’m sorry.” I muttered. “I didn’t think.”

“It’s okay.” he waved away my apology, but I still felt like I’d been punched in the gut. “I’m just gonna speak to Miss about the homework assignment.” He turned away and I groaned, spinning back around to face Sirius.

He lounged against one of the desks, watching me. “It doesn’t matter, (Y/N).”

“It does. I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not.” He pulled me towards him, tugging my gaze away from where Remus was talking with McGonagall. “And Remus doesn’t mind. He’s used to his condition after living with it for so many years.”

I looked into his eyes. “You really believe that?”

He sighed. “No. But he won’t mind, really. He adores you.”

I smiled. “Now you’re lying.”

“I’m not.” he grinned. “Who wouldn’t adore you?”

“You two make me sick.” commented Marlene, her nose wrinkled and her arms folded across her chest, but I could see the flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Now do some work, lovebirds.”

“I can’t do it.” I complained, twenty five minutes later. It was nearing the end of the lesson, and only I was yet to produce a patronus of some sort- most of the class, including Lily, had been able to produce some form incorporeal patronus, but I had nothing, I felt hot, bothered and frustrated at myself.

“Keep your back straighter and elongate your arm.” James said. He was looking pleased with himself- which probably had to do with the fact that he’d managed to talk to Lily for ten minutes without her biting his head off, and was actually able to help her produce an incorporeal patronus.

‘Expecto Patronum!” I called, but it was no use. Only a white puff came out my wand; was it possible I was getting worse?

“What are you thinking of?” asked Lily with a frown.

I blushed. “The first time I ate strawberry ice cream.” It had been summer of second year, and I’d never tried the stuff before. Heavenly.

“No wonder you’re not producing anything.” Remus commented, his eyebrows raised. “That’s not strong enough. You underestimate yourself”

“And you underestimate my love for strawberry ice cream.”

He grinned at that. “Come on, you can do it. Think of something really, truly happy.”

“Like me.” Peter piped up. “I’m happy.”

Marlene rolled her yes.”Not like Peter. Like… the first time you rode a broom.” She looked wistful.

“I hate quidditch.” I reminded her, tugging her from the daydream.

“Oh. Right.” She looked thoughtful for a moment before an idea struck and she grinned. I had reason to be suspicious of that look. “The first time you rode a boy?”

I blushed scarlet. “Marlene!”

She cackled, as Sirius snuck up on me again. “I can help with that.” he muttered, winking at me.

Still Scarlet, I rolled my eyes at him as he covered his hand over own, holding the wand. “Close your eyes”. he muttered.

“I can do it myself.” I grumbled, but did as he said, aware of his body pressed against mine, the smell of his musky scent in my nose. “Now take a deep breath.” He nudged closer to me, and my heart skipped a beat. “Remember that day by the black lake?” he whispered. “Where I dared you to go in and then swam out to save you when you nearly drowned?”

“I pretended to drown.” I reminded, him, smiling at the memory. “I wanted to get you back.”

“Remember how it felt when we were nose to nose in the water? You were soaking wet, your hair all plastered to your head and mascara running down your cheeks, but you’d never looked more beautiful to me.” He paused. “I think that was the day I fell in love with you.”

My eyes flew open to find him grinning. My throat felt dry. “You did? You are?”

“Of course I am.” he whispered back, keeping his hand on my extended wrist. “How could I not be?”

I swallowed. “Sirius…”

“Ssh. Don’t say anything.” He guided my hand out just a little bit further. “Close your eyes and just remember that day.”

I thought of it all- the water, the sun, the sight of him in front of me- all soaked hair and sparkling grey eyes, his hair dripping soppily. He’d looked so handsome. I thought of how I’d felt- laughing and splashing him in the water, and then the way he’d held me- as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

“Expecto Patronum.” I said gently.

And we both watched as Padfoot leaped from my wand and raced across the floor- an overexcited puppy waggling his tail. James and Peter stared open mouthed, whilst Remus smiled knowingly and Lily and Marlene admired what a nice patrous it was- not knowing just how much it meant.

I turned to Sirius, whose eyes were wide open with disbelief, happiness, and boundless, heart-felt love.

I laughed, filled with euphoria. “I guess this means I love you too.” I whispered, before pressing my lips to his, and melting into him.

xmen headcanon

an alternative ending for xma where 

  • instead of going away again, erik stays after saying “you can convince me to do anything” and charles answers him “what if i can do that without my powers? stay for a week or so and in the end of that you decide whether to go or not”
  • erik is all like “oh u little shit u think you have this much influence over me you’ll see i’ll stay here and yet i’ll leave” 
  • spoiler: charles has this much influence over erik. yes, even without his powers
  • on the first day they just talk a lot and charles leaves the training and administrating to hank and raven all day long, focusing on making erik feels welcome and comfortable in the mansion
  • they talk a lot about random things and things go out of track and the subject of the conversation changes and as expected, they fight, because erik thinks charles is uncapable of understanding him and everytime they fight erik starts thinking he’s not worthy or like he belongs in charles bubble of safety and happiness
  • raven “stop bitching around erik for fucks sake charles is just trying to help for once in your life let the man in (pun indeed) and open up to him (pun indeed /2)
  • erik stays 
  • on the second day erik wakes up really early and starts walking around the property of the mansion and runs into peter and even if peter is all awkward and blushing a little he manages to have a real conversation with his dad and when erik says “what would you do if you told someone horrible things that you didn’t mean but yet you feel you are kinda right?” and peter says “if this person really matters to you, i think you should put it all aside and apologise”
  • erik keeps walking alone after peter “i’m sorry i’m really sorry i want i really do to spend more time with you but my class will start maybe we could talk more later? you are an awesome person and i still don’t have many friends in here” maximoff is gone and after a few hours erik just starts running as fast as he can and asks every person in the mansion where charles is until he finds him giving classes and stops in the entrance of the room and goes “i’m sorry charles, i didn’t mean any of that” and charles has his chest warm for the rest of the day
  • erik just disappears after that but in the beginning of the night charles finds him and is all like “i know you didn’t, my friend” and their day two is just watching the trees and feeling the wind together remembering each other that they are still alive after all that insanity 
  • on day three erik wakes up around noon. this is the first night in a very long time he’s slept more than eight hours straight without a nightmare, and he is really grateful to charles for that, even if he didn’t use his powers to help erik. so the day starts really nice and he takes his time taking a long shower, relaxing his muscles and puting on his sweatpants and sweatshirt and goes running around the property while watching a few students playing different sports
  • erik being all like “you are not in the right position, kid. you have to put your feet like this and your torso like this so you have more support to throw the ball” and he goes like that for the rest of the day
  • charles watching and having an ideia
  • day four charles “hey erik i saw you helping the kids out there yesterday and i was wondering if you’d like to give some classes here in the instutute”
  • erik really freaked out 
  • “hey r u that kid with white hair from that day omg please help me charles wants me to give classes what should i do”
  • peter “you were supposed to give me advices and not the other way around” maximoff keeps quiet and just says “you go man!!!!”
  • at first charles only introduces erik to the kids and says “he’s gonna be your physical education teacher, i hope you all be nice to him” and all the kids are like “omg erik is gonna stay here????” and after some awkward moments erik says “well maybe i stick around for a while but only if you can throw a ball right” and everybdy feels challanged and too anxious for erik’s class
  • the class is a success and everybody wants erik to stay 
  • erik and charles laughing together at the dinner table and staying wake until late in the night
  • during day five erik wakes up early again, but not so early, and runs into peter again. this time, though, erik talks excitedly about how good he felt by teaching those kids and that he could do that everyday of his life. it was just nice and fun and made him feel good about himself
  • peter still feels a little awkward, but listens with lots of attention and is basically shining of happiness because “omg dad is talking to me help”. he decides to watch the older kids training when peter again has to go with a lot of apologies and erik goes like “u know what? i think i’m gonna see this famous training of yours”
  • charles is secretly watching from far with a bright smile on his face and his day has never been better than after watching erik giving tips and advice to the young mutants in training
  • after a long day of teaching for both of them have a lovely dinner night in private, after everybody is asleep and just the two of them are in the kitchen and the lights are out and the only thing illuminating the place is the light of some candles 
  • “how it feels like to be teaching the new generation?” “quite tiring, charles”
  • day six they all take a day off and charles takes erik to his favorite part of the mansion: the library. he just knows the kids would be out there with their parents or friends so they’d be alone in that place of the mansion. charles told erik that he loved that place because it was always so quiet and clean and when people weren’t around he could relax his shields and just think
  • and charles babbles for several minutes and all erik can think is how cute charles is and for a moment he forgets charles can read minds so when he blushed erik didn’t understand why so charles projected in his mind “i think you are cute too” and then erik smiles and holds charles hand and suddenly they were back in time when they were all young and innocent because charles countinued to be that dreamy little puppy he’s always been ever since they’d met
  • and that night charles asks erik to sleep in the room with him because “i feel like i can finally relax when you are around”
  • but day seven goes to shit because while erik is on his way to the fields to wait for the kids, he can’t see peter anywhere around so he uses the time he has left to go after the kid and when he finally finds him he sees him in charles office and he has a sad look in his face. at first erik thinks about going in but he sees charles with that serious but gentle look on his eyes and then he says “i know it hurts to watch him be gentle and nice and fun with the other children, but he’s not a psychic, peter. he can’t guess he’s your father”
  • erik storms out so furiously that he doesn’t even risk be near anyone, he just isolates himself and when hank goes look for him, he asks him to tell charles that he’s “leaving right after de sunset” and when hank delivers the message charles doesn’t get what happened until he understands that the enraged thought waves he listened were erik’s and fuck now he could be angry at peter too and dear god now erik is gonna leave and it’s all my fault for not convincing peter to tell him the truth”
  • charles goes after erik and finds him under a tree watching the kids from far and for the look on his face, decides to leave him alone, knowing he lost the bet right in day seven, when he was so so close of getting erik home finally after so many years
  • and the rest of the day is just really gray and peter comes after him again asking what happened and why erik was so weird and when charles tells him peter is fucking pissed like he’s seeing red and he asks professor to take a day off and charles is so sad and not caring at all he agrees and lets peter do whatever he wants
  • so peter passes the day walking around the mansion and calming himself down and suddenly it’s after the sunset and he knows erik’s leaving and he speeds up to stop erik from doing the wrong thing again “i can’t believe you are leaving because of that, you are such a baby”
  • “how could you tell him and not me? and how could he keep that secret from me?”
  • and peter is so fucking done with erik because he’s helped saving the guy two fucking times already and the fucker is still bitching out and “i know i shouldn’t have kept this secret from you and i am sorry but you can’t just be extra and run away you should be thankful because you still have family”
  • erik then goes “come with me”
  • “i can’t leave with you because they need me, and they need you; and more than that, professor needs you because he fucking loves you can’t you fucking see it? you two have been making me sick all week”
  • and then realisation hits him and he puts his baggage down and starts running and only stops to hug peter and “i’m sorry. we’ll talk about it later”  
  • erik runs straight ahead charles’ office and pulls him closer and then he kneels and looking into charles’ eyes “i’m sorry for everything i souldn’t have done that, will you forgive me?” and charles can’t say a word he just starts crying and he hugs erik and “i’m not done yet; i think we should compensate the lost time, right?” and charles’ is still crying and laughing and he just kisses erik and everything ends fine
  • next fathers’ day both charles and erik gets best dads cards 
Got His Attention(Barry Allen/Reader)

Hiii don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are then could you do 15. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.” 
50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” With Barry Allen x reader; have a lovely day/night :)

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

You shook your head, “No. I can’t…”

“Y/N, this is the only way we’re going catch him.” Barry spoke into your ear piece.

“You want me to jump off a building!” You hissed putting you hand to the earpiece, “To catch a bad guy that can throw astral orbs at things and make them disintegrate on contact!”

“Well…yeah…when you put it like that it sounds bad…” Barry’s voice held a hint of amusement.

“Barry this isn’t funny!” You looked down the edge of the building again, “You know I’m not good with my ability yet…what if I fall?”

“You won’t fall.”

“What if I die?”

“You won’t die!”

“If I die, I’m going to kill you.” You heard him laugh finally, “I can’t be in the afterlife alone.”

“Y/N, you are not going to die…you’re are not going to fall. You’re going fly down the building distract him so I can zoom in and cuff him with repressors.” He explained, “And per your request…”

“Whew!” You looked behind yourself seeing Cisco emerging from the roof access door, “That’s…a lot of stairs.”

“Cisco?” You made a face, “What…are you…”

“Barry said you weren’t sure of yourself still.” Cisco smiled, “Despite the fact that you’ve passed all the test and shown amazing results…I have brought reassurance.”

You watched him pull some climbing equipment out of a bag and smiled, “…thanks Barr…”

“Of course…Sorry I didn’t have him there sooner. I’ll give you the go ahead once he’s there.” Barry spoke quietly.

“Alright…Hey Barry…”


“I love you.” You smiled as Cisco walked over with gear.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Your heart fluttered as the com went silent.

“You two make me sick…” Cisco told you as you strapped on the gear.

You smirked a little, “That was our plan all along. Be so cute, people throw up.”

“You both succeed very well.”  He clipped the rope to you.

You patted his shoulder as he went to go tie everything off. You looked  back over edge feeling your stomach twist into knots. 

You could fly. You could fly distances… up, down, left and right…but you weren’t sure about free falling into it. 

“Hey.” You looked over at Cisco walking over, “You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be great.”

“Thanks Cisco.” You nodded as the com chirp alive.

“He’s taking the bait, you ready?” Barry asked in his very down to business voice.

“Roger that.” You told him flexing your hands taking in a deep breath readying yourself for the plunge.

“Do your thing babe.” You smirked at his choice of words. It was something he only said to you when he had something great planned for later.

You launched yourself off the building feeling the air rush past you. You loved the feeling of flying. The weightlessness of it all. It felt free.

Your power kicked in right away and you floated down to the floor the meta was on. You stopped outside the window watching the man hold his hand up to a safe slowly disintegrating the door away. You pounded out the window getting him to stop.

He starred at you eyes getting wide his hand raising up as an orb began to form. You swallowed, “Uh…I got his attention…”

He launched the orb at the window making it shatter outward sending you back. You let out a scream as you flipped around losing control. You swung back as you ability kicked out. You felt the harness press hard against your hips as you fell into it.

You grunted in pain as you hit the side of the building a floor lower then you were supposed to be. You could hear crunching of glass  above you. You struggled to find a foot to push off if needed.

Finally Barry’s masked face popped over the edge and you relaxed, “How’s it hangin?”

You rolled your eyes, “Barry…”

He laughed a little, “Sorry couldn’t resist.”

“Please get me up, you know I can’t do this without a good push off.” Your foot slipped again on the glass.

“Well actually since you are just hangin around down there I have a question.” He squatted looking down at you with that awful wonderful smile of his.

“Barry, come on…” You whined.

“I know that this is probably a bad time, but will you marry me?” He watched you as you stopped trying to gain footing and look up at him, “Y/N?”

“Barry Allen…” You stared at him, “Pull me up right now.”

He swallowed nodding as he pulled on the rope. When you were close he grabbed your arms helping you over the edge, “Y/N, I just…I…we…”

He stopped when you slugged him hard in the shoulder. He made a face holding it when you grabbed his face kissing him, “Yes…”

He blinked a few times, “Yes?”

You smiled, “Not exactly how I wanted to be asked, but…it’s you…so yes.”

“Yes…” he grinned pulling you into an embrace before kissing you again.

You giggled when he parted from you, “I love you Barry Allen, but you…need to get that guy in a cell.”

He looked over to the guy passed out on the floor, “I…yeah…Meet you at the Lab?”

“Of course.” You winked at him as he whizzed off in a blur. “Y/N Allen…wife of the Flash…it’s got a nice ring to it…”

Braid (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: hello, i love your writing btw. may i request a fluffy bucky x reader fic? maybe bucky’s hair is getting long so he and the reader spend time doing each others’ hair?

Requested By: Anonymous 

Word Count: 1, 795

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Fluff

A/N: Hello, everyone! So sorry this is being posted so late for the anon that requested it. Also, thank you for your comment, anon! I’m also sorry if the ending sucks. Just so you know, (E/C) means “eye color.” If you would like to be added to my Tag List, just let me know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Warm sunlight filtered in through the blinds on the window, casting a yellow haze across the room. It was a quiet Saturday morning, one where not even Steve was awake, training early in the morning. In all of the rooms in the compound, large and small, it was quiet. The only sound to break the peaceful silence was the occasional snore that sounded from behind closed doors, where resting Avengers peacefully slept. It was on this quiet Saturday morning where we found Bucky, shockingly asleep in his bed next to you. The peacefully sleeping man next to you was sprawled out on his stomach, hair splayed messily across his face and pillow alike. Every once in a while, soft snores emitted from Bucky, causing you to stir in your sleep. You awoke, blearily blinking the sleep from your eyes as you stretched. Sighing at the feeling of your limbs stretching out the sleep from within them, you lazily smiled as you looked at Bucky next to you, who continued to blow a piece of hair out of his face with every exhaled breath.

Sitting up in bed, you crossed your legs underneath you as you watched the sleeping form of Bucky. With every breath his chest moved slowly up and down, stretching and un-stretching the red henley that was clad to his form. Your eyes traveled down Bucky’s body, admiring how peacefully he slept. Bucky, noticing the absence of your warmth next to his body, sleepily reached out his hand, searching for your warmth. Metal hand touching your thigh, Bucky smiled in his sleep, happy to have found you. A smile began to grow on your face at the thought of Bucky wanting you close-by, even in sleep. The metal hand traveled up your thigh and wrapped around your waist before tugging you into his side. A small shriek escaped your lips as you were quickly dragged down next to Bucky. Shifting onto his side, Bucky laid his head on your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, trying to get as close to you as he could.

Smiling down at the man snuggled into your torso, your hands absentmindedly made their way to his chocolate brown locks. Brushing out the tangles in his hair that were created from sleep, you carded your fingers through his locks as he sighed out happily, still asleep. The gentle brushing through his hair soon turned into braiding as your fingers worked three strands of his hair around themselves. Quickly braiding and unbraiding his hair, your thoughts drifted off as you looked upon your sleeping Bucky. 

Bucky, feeling the gentle tugs on his hair, slowly awoke from his peaceful sleep. Snuggling further into your stomach, Bucky breathed in your sweet scent.

“Doll,” Bucky’s raspy morning voice broke through the silence. “What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” You hummed, pulling out the recently made braid. Picking up a section near his forehead, you began to French braid his hair.

Sighing at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, Bucky smiled to himself as you continued to braid his hair. Satisfied with the French braid produced, you grabbed the hair band from around your wrist and secured the braid at the nape of his neck. 

Turning over onto his back, Bucky rested his head in your lap as you sat up. (E/C) eyes meeting his crystal blue ones, Bucky lazily smiled up at you. 

“Morning, Beautiful,” Bucky mumbled, admiring the way that your hair fell so beautifully into your face. 

“Morning, Handsome,” You replied, ducking your head down to meet Bucky’s. Lips meeting yours, Bucky happily sighed at the taste of your lips. He could just taste the strawberry-flavored chapstick that you applied the night before. Completely in a bliss, Bucky chased after your lips as you pulled away.

“Hey,” He said defiantly, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “I wasn’t quite finished with you yet.”

A smile erupting onto your face at his words, you shook your head in amusement as you leaned back in to press a lingering kiss onto Bucky’s lips.

“Much better,” Bucky breathed out as you pulled away. Legs crossing underneath him, Bucky’s hand reached out to cup your face. Resting your cheek on his palm, you looked at Bucky through your lashes as his metal hand tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“So beautiful,” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your nose causing your face to scrunch up.

“Buck,” You laughed as you felt heat creep onto your cheeks. “Stop it.”

“What?” He chuckled, picking your hand up with his. “I can’t help it that you are so beautiful and that you do things to me.” With the last few words, he smirked at you suggestively as you felt a tidal wave of embarrassment hit you.

“Buck!” You shouted as you pushed against his chest. Falling back onto the bed laughing, Bucky pulled you along with him, causing you to fall onto his chest. Arms circling around your back, Bucky smiled up at you as you huffed out in embarrassment.

“You’re cute when you get flustered,” Bucky mused, catching your lips with his. Smiling into the kiss, Bucky’s arms loosened around you. Seeing this as your chance, you quickly sat up, breaking the kiss. Sitting on his hips, you straddle Bucky as he looks up at you. 

“I could get used to this,” Bucky smirked, causing the embarrassment to rush back over you. 

“Whatever, Barnes,” You joked, rolling your eyes at the man underneath you. Eyes glancing at the bedside clock, you decide that you need breakfast as your stomach growls. “C’mon, I need food.” 

Shifting off of him, you felt the coldness of the hardwood floor hit your feet as you stood up. Groaning, Bucky realizes that he can’t stay in bed with you all day, no matter how much he wants to. Following you, Bucky gets up and makes his way to the connected bathroom where you already were brushing your teeth. Grabbing his own toothbrush, he put toothpaste on it and began brushing his teeth next to you. Smiling into the mirror at the sight of you two, Bucky’s eyes travel towards his hair where he sees exactly what you did for the first time. 

“Wha-di-you-do?” Bucky mumbled as he continued to brush his teeth.

“Wha-?” You also mumbled, looking at Bucky through the mirror as you brushed your teeth. Eyes rolling at the two of you trying to converse while brushing your teeth, Bucky quickly spit out the remaining toothpaste.

“I said, ‘what did you do?’”

Spitting out your own toothpaste into the sink, you looked up at Bucky. “I French braided it. Why?”

“I like it,” Bucky said, admiring your work. Smirking at Bucky, you grabbed your phone that was resting on the counter and took a picture of the back of his head to show him. Eyes widening at the picture, he looked up at you.

“You did this?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”

“Yes,” Bucky said as he gently patted the braid. “Very cool. Will you teach me how to do this?”

“Really?” You mused as you walked out of the bathroom towards your dresser. Following suit, Bucky began to pull his clothes out of his dresser and started to get changed.

“Yeah. I want to learn. This looks a lot more secure than the usual bun I put it in for training,”

Pulling your shirt over your head, you nodded at Bucky. “Okay,” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Now c’mon. I’m hungry.”

Pulling him out of your shared bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen to find the rest of the Avengers already there. Sitting down at the table, you watched Bucky as he grabbed both of your favorite cereals. Feeling a swift kick to your leg, you looked up at Nat and glared at her.

‘Did you do that?’ She mouthed, pointing at Bucky’s braid. You nodded at her, causing her to smile. ‘I like it. But wait until Sam sees.’

And speaking of the devil, the sleepy soldier trudged into the room, followed by an even larger sleepy soldier. Sam glanced at Bucky before doing a double-take.

“Man, what the hell did you do to your hair?” Sam laughed out, motioning towards Bucky’s hair. This caused the rest of the team to look at Bucky, placing a smile on their lips.

“(Y/N) braided it,” Bucky shrugged as he sat down next to you. Setting your bowl of cereal before you, Bucky quickly pecked your cheek. “Why, jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to Steve.

“Because you don’t have a beautiful girlfriend to do your hair for you,” Bucky mused as he kissed your forehead. 

“Blagh,” Tony said, looking at the two of you. “Stop being all lovey-dovey. Makes me sick.”

“Leave em’ alone, Stark,” Steve cut in as he looked at the two of you. You were both in your own little world, oblivious to everyone else. You were trying to teach Bucky how to do a simple braid, using Nat for practice. “He’s happy, for once. That’s what’s important.”

Both rolling their eyes at Steve’s answer, Tony and Sam looked at Steve. 

“It’s still gross,” Tony grumbled begrudgingly as he looked at the happy couple.

“Agreed,” Sam added.

“I did it!” Bucky gleefully shouted as he proudly displayed the braid that he created in Nat’s hair.

“Good job, Handsome,” You said with a smile, pecking his cheek.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Beautiful,” He responded before pecking your lips.

“Geez!” Sam exclaimed as he pushed away from the counter. “A guy can’t even eat in here before these two start kissing all over each other!” And with that, Sam grabbed his toast and marched out of the room dramatically, causing the others to laugh.

“He’s totally jealous,” Clint laughed as he watched Sam exit.

“Totally,” You and Bucky added at the same time, causing the two of you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“They really are happy, huh?” Nat asked as she stood next to Steve, pulling the braids out of her hair as she watched the two of you laughing together.

“Yes,” Steve sighed out happily as he watched his best pal be with the girl he loved. “It’s about damn time, too.”

“LANGUAGE!” Tony shouted, pointing at Steve accusingly, causing another round of laughter to fall on the group. Eyes rolling at the comment, Steve just sat back as he watched his team all laughing and smiling. Even Sam had returned, taking a seat next to Bucky as he laughed and smiled with the couple. And he was right, Steve was. It was about damn time that all of them were happy.

just-an-akward-fangirl  asked:

Um maybe a bullying one where Henry or someone else is yelling at Eddie or Richie for being gay or etc. So the other one stands up to him idk

Richie was laying on the sloped hill of grass, head balanced on his backpack that was still attached to his shoulders as he squinted at the sky. He’d previously been pointing out all the funny shaped clouds to Mike who was kind enough to to even point out a few of his own. But his six friends had decided they wanted ice cream. Shockingly, Richie was full. He’d stuffed his face with popcorn at the theater and took a hard pass. So he was laying alone, waiting. He bounced his left foot on the toe of his right and whistled.

For a moment, it was like the summer was normal. As he gazed out at the yellow sun, he felt warm. That was until he felt an unwelcome tug on his backpack that yanked him from the ground and put him face to face with the Bowers gang. His stomach dropped and he tried to muster up something to say. “Hey I didn’t know the small wang convention was in town today?”

Henry gripped the collar of Richie’s shirt and he grimaced. “You think you’re funny, four-eyes?” He shook Richie violently.

“I like to think so, yes-”

Henry kneed Richie in the gut and let him fall on his ass on the ground with a loud laugh. “Where are you’re loser friends, huh?” Henry hovered over him and Richie gulped. “Y'know, B-b-buh-Bill and that girly kid you’re always with.” Henry gave him a wicked refresher as Victor and Belch laughed.

“I bet yer a fag just like the girly kid, huh?”

Richie couldn’t for the life of him think of anything to say. Which had to be a first for him. His stomach was in knots over Henry’s choice of words. “You two make me sick.” Henry scowled and made a few snorts like he was getting ready to spit. Richie felt like he was gonna puke.

“Fuck off Bowers!” Came a far voice that made the mucus clot in Henry’s throat. He took his eyes off Richie to find his six friends and a very regretful looking Eddie, mouth hung agape. Henry smiled wickedly and gestured for his gang to follow as he approached them.

Richie sat up and dusted himself off. His eyes widened at the sight of Henry and company getting closer to his friends. But what shocked him was Eddies next move.

Eddie whipped his ice cream cone at Henry’s face. Richie had to laugh, and soon enough there were six flying cones aimed at the gang and they took off towards Richie once they were distracted enough. As they ran past, Eddie reached his hand out and Richie gladly took it and everyone darted out of the park as fast as they could. Richie couldn’t help but keep laughing because it had been too funny. “Triple Chocolate Bowers is on our trail you guys!!” Richie shouted and Beverly threw her head back in laughter.

They all skidded to a stop once they’d decided they were far enough to be in the clear. Eddie nearly thumping right into Richie, who grabbed the boys shoulders and shook him. “That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen, Eds. I’m impressed.” He said with pride. Eddie shrugged. It was then that Henry’s insult popped back into Richie’s mind. He sighed, sitting down on a rock as everyone remained in conversation.

He observed Eddie quietly, he was blasting off his inhaler and collecting himself. Richie’s stomached flipped.

Maybe he didn’t care so much if Henry made fun of him for the way he felt about boys…more specifically Eddie. Because nothing that felt that good could be that bad.

He threw his arm around Eddie. “Thanks, Eds.”

Eddie shrugged but his cheeks went sort of red.

Run Boy Run- Steve x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t take complete credit for how terrible this is though. @oneshot-shit answered my ask for angst and they inspired me to write this. So, It’s not just me. I wasn’t able link to the post bc it was an ask :/ but I sent in a song headcanon ask for Run Boy Run by Woodkid.

Notes/Warnings: Death, Angst, Fluff, mentions of blood. (Reader dies so please do not read this if it makes you uncomfortable!!)

Originally posted by freakzter

“Come on, Pal.” Bucky lifted Steve’s head and gave him a frown. “You’re bleeding on my new shirt.”

 Steve inhaled slowly and tried his best to hold his head up on his own. He gripped Bucky’s shirt near the shoulder and grunted as his friend helped him up off the ground. Bucky slapped him on the chest a couple of times and grinned to the people passing by.

 “He’s fine.” He smiled to a woman walking her poodle. “Have a lovely day, Ma'am.”

 “Thanks for pitching in, Buck.” Steve mumbled as he prodded at his busted lip.

 “Nah, I didn’t do much.” Bucky lied. “They deserved it.”

 “All your boxing lessons are payin’ off huh?”

 Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, that’s it, the boxing. Come on, let’s get you home.”

 Steve stopped and forced Bucky to back step from his arm being around Steve’s small frame. “I can’t go home, not like this. Mom’ll kill me.”

 Bucky sighed and surveyed his surroundings. “(Y/N)’s house it is then. Good thing you picked a fight a few blocks away.” Bucky smirked.

 “I didn’t pick a fight.”

 “Oh, that’s right, the fights always pick you.” Bucky laughed and helped his friend across the street.

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Mother’s Day

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,176

happy mother’s day all you people !! here’s a cute fluffy imagine about daddy!luke because idk i just really thought this was realistic and dorky and cute and idk im smol leave me alone

The shrill voice was heard throughout the apartment, and thankfully Y/N didn’t wake up from it; Luke did. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing the sleep out of them as he realized that his child crying.

He sat up in bed, causing Y/N to start to stir, but he hushed her. “Sleep, love. I’ll get him.”

Y/N rolled onto her other side, pulling the covers closer to her to keep her warm, and Luke sighed in relief. He knew how hard she worked, raising their baby while he was at work, so he felt obligated to let her sleep in for once.

Finding his way to his son’s room, Luke saw the crying baby lying in his crib, his toes clenched just as tightly as his fists as he continued to cry. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning that it was no later than 7 in the morning. “It’s okay, little man.” He said, gingerly taking his child up in his arms and cradling his head, trying to calm him some.

His son continued to cry. “Da-Da!”

“What’s up, Coop? You need a changing?” Nothing. Luke sighed, walking over to the changing table and lying Cooper down.

Once he was done changing Cooper, he still continued to cry, making incoherent noises as if trying to tell him something. Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for some type of answer. “Are you hungry? Mommy’s asleep, bud. We can’t wake her up.” He said, taking him in his arms again. “Let’s go see if there’s any formula in the kitchen somewhere.”

He crept down the hallway, glancing towards his door to make sure Y/N hadn’t woken up. Down the stairs he went and straight into the kitchen, opening various cabinets in search of the artificial food, which he finally found.

But, as he was grabbing a bottle from the top shelf, his eyes caught sight of a date circled on the calendar, situated in the middle of the refrigerator. Mother’s Day.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, placing Cooper in a highchair whilst he threw together the bottle and formula as quickly as he could. “Alright, bud. It’s Mother’s Day, and I kinda forgot.” He told the year old child, to which he just stared up into his father’s eyes as he fed him. “Which means we have to be a good family for Mommy and make her breakfast.”

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeding Cooper until the bottle ran dry. “You all finished?” Cooper let out a squeal of excitement. “So, should we make Mommy pancakes or French toast?”

“Cakes!” Cooper tried saying, but Luke understood him enough to know what he meant.

Straight away, Luke searched online how to make pancakes, and went digging through even more cabinets to find all the supplies he needed. One by one, the ingredients were added—having Cooper on his hip the entire time. “Okay, we need a pan to cook the pancakes on. Where does Mommy keep the pots and pans, bud?” His son’s tiny hands reached behind his back, gesturing towards the cabinet beside the sink. “In there?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at how he knew the location of the elusive pan he needed.

Cooper was right. He picked out a suitable pan, putting it on the stove and lighting it. Pouring out the batter was a bit difficult with only one hand, but having Cooper in his arm was like he was helping him. And after all, it was Mother’s Day; Cooper had to participate and help since Y/N was his mom.

Luke leant up against the counter, watching the pancake intently as it cooked. He began to think. “Do you think she wants something else to go with it? Like fruit or something?” He asked; Cooper just stared at him, sucking on his thumb. “She probably does.” Luke made up his mind, turning his back and rummaging through the fridge. “Do we not have any fruit? No oranges? I could’ve sworn she just bought oranges or clementines or something like—”

“Da-Da!” Cooper yelled, giggling loudly into Luke’s ear.

He turned his head and looked at the boy quizzically. “What’s so funny, Coop?” The boy put all his weight on Luke’s shoulder, facing behind him and trying to get out of his grip. Luke turned around to see what the boy’s fidgeting was all about, to only see the pan in flames.

“Fuck!” He shouted, running and putting Cooper in the highchair. “Shit shit shit this isn’t good” He said, taking the pan and throwing it into the sink with a loud clatter, turning the water on and watching the flames die down. “Every fucking time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking over at Cooper. “You saved my ass, bud. Thanks for that.”

The child beamed at him, breaking into a fit of giggles. Luke couldn’t help but laugh along with him, walking over to him and picking him up again, kissing his head. Cooper’s tiny hands grabbed either side of Luke’s face, squeezing his cheeks and giggling at how funny he looked. “Having fun there, bud?” Luke chuckled. He lifted Cooper high above his head, blowing hot air onto his stomach and making him laugh even harder. “Guess who loves you! Daddy loves you!” He said, kissing all over Cooper’s face, finding so much joy in seeing his little boy love being showered with admiration.

“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Y/N teased, emerging from the staircase and rubbing her tired eyes.

“Mama!” Cooper said excitedly at the sight of his mom.

“Fuck, babe, you were supposed to be asleep and we were supposed to bring you breakfast in bed like a good family would.” Luke said, annoyed that his genius plan for Mother’s Day was now ruined.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking Cooper up in her arms and whispering a quiet, “Good morning, handsome” to her son. She looked up at Luke. “Do you actually think I care about that stupid Mother’s Day stuff? All I care about is you and this little guy. That’s all I need to have a good Mother’s Day.”

Luke walked towards her, pressing a loving kiss on her lips. “You are amazing.”

“Yeah, I know.” She joked, looking down at her baby’s blue eyes, identical to Luke’s. “We make pretty adorable kids.”

“The adorablest.” He agreed, running his fingers along the little boy’s arms. Cooper gripped Luke’s pointer finger with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth to try and gnaw on it, but Luke retracted his hand. “Whoa there, bud. You don’t know where that’s been.”

Y/N nudged his side, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “You’re disgusting.”

“You say that now,” Luke said, kissing her temple once and grinning cheekily at his wife. “But tonight, it’ll be a whole different story.”

Picnic Perfect Happy Ending [FP Jones x Reader]

FP Jones x Reader [2700 words]

Requested by @imagine-this-motherfucker


The house was completely dark and extra quite as Y/N slipped out of Jughead’s room and tip toed her way down the hall.

She may have shared a bed with Juggie when she slept over, her own house too lonely for her to bare, but their relationship was nothing but friendly, even if most of the town believed otherwise.

She’d been on her own since she was sixteen, when her mother finally got over the death of her father and had decided she’d rather have a young new boyfriend than a daughter. Luckily enough though her father had left the house and a nice sum of money to her so she would never have to worry about making it through life while she was still in school.

Up until Juggie’s mother left his family, Y/N only stayed at their house about once a week. Then it slowly increased until she basically lived there.

At first, she did it for Jughead. She knew how much it hurt to be abandoned by a parent, and just like he had been there for her, she was there for him. She cooked, cleaned, and ensured he smiled daily.

She stopped at the end of the hall and checked behind her to ensure Juggie was still in bed before pushing the door open and stepping in the dimly lit room.

Now a days, she stayed there for a very different person.

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The Pick Up


“Hey,” you replied, your eyes running from the hopeful smile down the leather jacket and perfectly fitted white t-shirt underneath.

You turned your attention back to the bar, watching the bartender slowly work his way toward you. You crossed your foot behind your ankle, shifting some of the weight to lean on your arms on the bar. Your feet were killing you. It’d been a long day and, as pretty as they were, breaking in your new Choos tonight was a bad idea. The bar was still new and exciting to the neighborhood. The crowd meant a seat at the bar to relax in after dancing was hard to come by. But, damn, those shoes were cute.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Hm?” you hummed, lips pressed together and brow pulled down in distracted confusion.

“A drink,” he repeated. “I’d like to buy your next drink.”

“Ohh,” you nodded your understanding. You politely declined the offer, and turned back to see the bartender stopping in front of you for your order. Like you hadn’t heard that line before. But he was persistent, you could give him that.



“I’m Sebastian,” he introduced, putting his hand on his chest, so you knew who he meant.

“Ah,” you gave a quick jut of your chin. “[Y/n].” Turning your attention back to the waiting barman, you grinned, “Amaretto sour, please.”

The bartender started to turn to his stock of liquor.  "And a whiskey, neat,“ your neighbor piped up.

The bartender nodded and went to work, and you rolled your eyes. “Nice try.”

“Nice try, what?”

You shifted, turning on your toe to lean your hip into the bar. Your head lolled tiredly to your shoulder, looking to the innocent grin waiting for you, explaining, “Throwing your order in there, like we’re together, so when he comes back with my drink you can look like the gentleman. Coincidentally,” you emphasized with finger quotation marks, “paying for mine with yours and getting what you want.”

“Oh, yeah? What do I want?” he invited, with a boyish smile tugging back the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “A phone number, a hook up, whatever.”

“Can’t a guy just buy a girl a drink?”

“He could,” you admitted. “But he never does. There’s always a string attached.”

“You’re married,” he decided, with a knowing nod and a glance at the bartender’s progress.

“What makes you say that?” you couldn’t help but ask, feeling a little challenged by the confidence in his statement.

The bartender set down your drinks in front of you and told you the price. His cash was already on the bar, with a generous tip, before you could open the clutch in your hands, as he told you, “You’re so jaded, you almost have to be.” Your jaw slacked open, in laughing insult, as he picked up his glass and went on, “You’re so bitter, thinking a guy, just trying to start a conversation with an easy enough offer to treat you to a drink, has some kind of ulterior motive and is some kind of reason to be offended, because fifty bucks says that’s how you met your husband, or your boring boyfriend, when he came up to you at a bar and asked to buy you a drink and now you’re stuck with him and the sad truth is, he stopped offering to buy you drinks a long time ago because he didn’t have to try anymore.”

You gave him a long, incredulous blink. “Wow.”

He took a sip off his drink, brow wagged up, as if he were waiting for your to tell him he was wrong. His eyes followed his hand back down to hold his drink on the bar beside you. When you didn’t argue right away, he shrugged, reaffirming, “Married.”

“That’s it?” you scoffed. “You think insulting a girl is the way to get her to like you?”

“Were you insulted?” he checked, with a shrewd wrinkle in his brow.

“I might be,” you suggested, “if any of that were true.”

“So,” he nodded, “boyfriend then?”

“Yeah, boyfriend,” you told him, tasting your drink.

A smirk came to the side of his lips and a discerning squint to one eye. “Neither,” he changed his mind. “You’re single, but you’re too proud. One of those modern women, who doesn’t need a man to buy her things.”

“Or maybe,” you countered, “too tired of clichés.”

“So, now I should be insulted,” he smirked.

“Are you?” you asked, quirking up a cocky brow. “What’s your story?” You gave him a wandering once over. “Wife lost interest years ago and so you slink around bars, buying drinks for girls and wooing them with your poignant assessments of their disappointing love lives to get them into bed with you and feel better about your own sad situation?”

He smiled into his drink, nodding as he swallowed to say, “Now I’m insulted.”

“See how easy it is to make assumptions, hmm?” you hummed, going back to your drink.

“And yet, I still bought you that drink,” he pointed out.

“You cheated,” you noted.

“Or maybe you secretly wanted me to,” he offered.

“Now you’re getting creative,” you snorted.

He smiled proudly. “Single,” he nodded. “No one’s come over to rescue you or defend your honor.” He pointed a finger at you with a knowing gaze. “You don’t want to admit it, but you’re intrigued.”

“You’re terrible at this, buddy,” you swept your head.

“Am I?” he wondered. “You’re still talking to me.”

He had you there and you admitted, “Bored people do boring things.”

“And I thought we were having fun,” he chuckled, taking a drink.

“Was that it?” you playfully checked. “My bad.”

“Are you?”

“What?” you shook your head, not catching on.

“Are you bad?” he rephrased.

“Just jumping right to psycho, are you?” you gaped. “Not the best move to make.”

He laughed, shaking his downturned head and putting up a hand to stop you. “No,” he said. “No, I meant, do you know how bad you are at this?”

I’m bad at this?” you scoffed, your fingertips touching at your chest.

“You’re terrible,” he nodded.

“How so?” you begged.

“See,” he began, leaning onto his elbow on the edge of the bar to mirror you, “I come over, you let me buy you a drink. We have some witty banter. I compliment your shoes. You tell me how devilishly charming I am, because no one else would bother to notice you wearing new shoes.”

“And worry about you having some kind of fetish,” you added.

But he only smiled and went on, like you’d never interrupted. “I tell you how amazing your smile is. You tell me something nice about the color of my eyes, because you haven’t stopped looking at them since we started talking.”

“Because polite people look people in the eye when they talk,” you coyly corrected, taking a sip of your cocktail to distract yourself from admitting how mesmerizing his blue eyes were.

“I tell you how refreshing it is to have a conversation with someone who’s not a complete airhead,” he said, motioning to you and then to himself. “You tell me how refreshing it is to have a guy respect you for your mind, and not just your beauty.”

“Oh, see, there it is,” you nodded, with a wink. “There’s the pick up.”

“You smile, shied by the compliment, of course,” he endearingly pressed, “because it’s said with such sincerity, you know it’s true and not just a line.”

“I do?” you balked, fighting to keep the smile on your face from doing exactly what he said it would do.

He nodded with his drink. “Mhm,” he hummed. “And then you apologize, because you realize it is possible to let a guy buy you a drink without having any expectations or strings attached.”

“I apologize?” you double checked.

“I accept,” he cheekily grinned.

“You’re crazy,” you assured him.

There was a playfulness to the tilt of his head, as he inched closer and quietly mused, “For wanting to take you home right now and fuck you into the mattress? While you’re wearing those shoes, of course.”

“Is that the plan?” you dared.

His hand found your hip, sliding slowly around your waist to the small of your back, before pulling you close. “It is my birthday…”

“You two make me sick.”

Shut up, Will,” you frowned, giving his arm behind you a backward nudge with your elbow.

“Take your little sex games elsewhere,” Will protested. “This is a respectable establishment.”

“What d'ya say?” Sebastian cocked up a brow, his lidded eyes wandering over your face and stopping to stare at your lips, his fingertips ghosting down the side of your neck.

“It is your birthday,” you seconded, with a lascivious grin. “Let’s go home.”

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charlie-charl  asked:

I know I've already asked for one but number 25 would be amazing xxxxx

25.Just let me explain…there was this guy and…

He was happy to be back at Riverdale, everything was exactly the way he had left it, jocks were still idiots, Cheryl still ran the school and essentially no one attended classes. Totally normal. Of course there was a new addition to his Alma Mater and her name was Toni Topaz.

Toni had been been Jugheads sole confidant during his time at Southside High, the trouble making, purple haired Serpent was mischievous but harmless. Things had been rocky between Betty and his new friend, it was girl dominance he assumed, but now?

Toni and Betty were pretty much best friends. They did everything together. His girlfriend and his best friend.Toni had transferred the same time Jughead had, she wanted to make something of herself and there was no way Southside High would be helping her along that road. Senior year was going to be his best one yet, that much he was sure of.

Then he heard it, the soft giggle he could pull out of a crowd. When Jughead turned around he was met by his beautiful blonde girlfriend and his leather wrapped friend, betty was blushing Scarlett and Toni was tugging on the bottom of her cheerleading skirt, tears at the corners of her eyes as she laughed obnoxiously, clinging onto Betty for stability.

“Hi Juggie.” Betty rolled her eyes, standing on her tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek, Jughead leaned long arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her away from Toni. He knew they were just friends and Toni had her eyes on Cheryl but still… he didn’t like anyone hanging onto his girl that tight.

“Hey Betts. Toni. What’s so funny?”

Tony had just settled down when his question sent her into a fit of hysterics, gasping she choked out

“Ask…ask Betty… ask Betty what happened at the gas station this morning.” Toni wheezed.

Betty sighed, a smile creeping through at her friends antics
“It’s really not that funny.”

“The guy who nearly pantsed you would disagree!” The female Serpent shouted leaning against the lockers and wiping tears from her eyes.


It boomed out of Jugheads mouth silencing everyone in the hallway except Toni who was still essentially dying.

Betty gripped her boyfriends arm, stroking gently.

“Just Let me explain… there was this guy and…”

Toni cut her off
“And he thought Betty’s cheerleading skirt was one of the dollar scarves they sell at that trashy gas station. To be fair she was standing right next to it so she did… blend in!” She laughed.

Betty blushed again.
“I’m wearing my shorts under this! No one saw anything! It was humiliating.” She huffed, crossing her arms.

The anger subsided in Jugheads chest, taking a deep breath he wrapped his arms around Betty’s waist.

“I’m picking you up for school tomorrow. I can’t trust you with that one.” He motioned towards Toni who was beaming silently “plus..” he dipped low towards her ear, whispering huskily
“Im the only one who gets to see those shorts. Ever.” He growled.

Betty shoved against his chest.
“Yes Jughead.” She smirked.

Toni pretended to gag
“You two make me sick. I’m going to go see if Cheryl needs help applying lotion before your cheerleading practice. See ya amigos.” With a wave she was gone, her leather jacket fading into the crowd.

“She’s nuts.” Betty giggled

Jughead pressed his Chin against her shoulder
“You got that right.”


A/N: This is for Ashley’s Fall in Love with Fall challenge @d-s-winchester My prompt was pic #1 (down below), and I know I had a brother in mind when I sent the ask, but it turned out a little different… I hope you don’t mind, Ash, and I hope you like it!

A great big thank you to @pinknerdpanda for beta’ing this for me!

Characters/pairing: Reader, Sam & Dean / reader x brother of your choosing

Words: 1859

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, fluff, clichés, fluff

You heard the leaves rustling as footsteps approached, and closed the book, setting it down on the bench with the others. You knew without looking who it was, the wood creaking slightly as he sat next to you. You kept your eyes on the river, watching the water running idly downstream.

The man next to you sighed. “My brother’s an idiot.”

You huffed. In a way you agreed with the statement, but you couldn’t blame the absent brother. If he didn’t feel the same way about you as you felt about him, it wasn’t really his fault. You couldn’t force him to love you.

“He’s blind and stupid, and you deserve better.”

You let out a sad little chuckle. “I do deserve better. But I can’t just turn this off. I love him.”

You didn’t need to look at him to know he had a pitying look on his face. You sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the water and the wind. The sun was still warm on your face and the golden leaves were slowly falling to the ground. It was a beautiful fall day and without the sharp pieces in your chest that used to be your heart, you could have enjoyed yourself.

“I’ll kick his ass for you, if you’d like.”

You looked over to him and smiled. “Thanks, but I can do that myself.”

“I’m sure you can”, he chuckled. “Maybe you should.”

You shook your head as you laughed. “That’s a tempting idea.”

He laughed at that a little. “Just let me know if you’ll need help.”

You promised you would, and both of you fell silent again.

After a while he sighed again and stood up. “He should be gone by now. You wanna come back in and hang out? Maybe watch a movie?”

“I think I’ll stay here for a while longer.”

He nodded and leaned down to kiss your hair. “You know where to find me.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

He raised his hand a bit before turning back the way he came from. You watched him go, wondering briefly what would have happened if you had fallen for him instead of his brother. But you hadn’t. You sighed and picked up your book, determined to not think of the man you loved on a date with someone else.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, pretending to concentrate on the book even when you read the same passages at least three times. You tried switching to another book, but your mind was wrapped around images of what was probably happening on that date. You knew the girl he was out with, knew her to be pretty and nice, and there was no reason why they wouldn’t hit it off. You didn’t expect him to come home for the night, and that thought alone made you want to cry.

You quickly swallowed the tears when a twig snapped behind you.

“I was just gonna come back in”, you said, faking brightness into your voice.

“Oh. I was hoping we could talk.”

You looked over your shoulder when you heard him speak. It wasn’t the voice you had expected.

“I didn’t know you were back already.” Your heart was racing as you turned back to face the river to hide your sudden nervousness. Why was he back already? “Did she find out your true colors?”

“You could say that”, he half chuckled as he sat down next to you.

You stared at the river, your fingers unconsciously playing with the book. You had no idea what you should say and that was new. You were friends with both brothers, comfortable in their company, but something was off now. There had been this strange look in his eyes, and you didn’t know what to think of it. And he didn’t make it any easier, shifting nervously next to you.

“It didn’t work out”, he suddenly blurted. “The date. She was… I couldn't…”

He paused and took a deep breath. You were stunned. You had never seen him like this, ever.

“I couldn’t concentrate on anything she said cause all I could think of was you. That look you had when I said I was going on a date.”

You were sure your heart had stopped beating. Your chest was tight and you held your breath, cursing in your mind. You knew what he was talking about - that split second when you had been totally unprepared for the news.

“Y/N, I had no idea you felt that way.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you denied, but it was a desperate and doomed effort.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t”, you interrupted, standing up quickly and turning away to go back into the bunker. Maybe hide in your room for a week. “I’ll get over it.”

You hurried away, only to hear him get up too and follow you. His legs were much longer than yours and you didn’t get far before his fingers curled around your arm, stopping you and forcing you to turn around. You kept your head down, staring at his boots, because you didn’t dare to face him.

“I’m sorry I hurt you”, he said quietly.

“It’s okay”, you finally muttered when it came clear that he expected you to say something.

“It’s not okay”, he claimed. “Why didn’t you say anything? If I had known, I would've…”

“Been more discreet?” you snapped, pulling your arm free and continuing up the hill.

“I would’ve never agreed to go out with her in the first place!” he yelled after you.

“Yeah, right!” you yelled back.

“Y/N, hold on!”

You heard him running and picked up speed, but you were just at the steepest part of the path, and your boots slipped on the fallen leaves. He was closer than you had thought, and when you slipped again and slid backwards a step, he was right there. Your feet tangled together, and you had time to realize you were going to fall before his arms wrapped around you, twisting you to the side so that you landed on him rather than the other way around. He grunted when his back hit the ground and your weight pushed the air from his lungs - but he didn’t let you go.

You tried to wriggle off him, but he only held you tighter, twisting your feet under his to keep you still.

“Stop it, Y/N! Let me catch my breath”, he panted.

You knew you wouldn’t get of his hold easily or without hurting him, so you gave up, groaning angrily when you threw your head back against his shoulder.

“You know, sometimes you’re too stubborn for your own good”, he finally stated, still breathing a bit heavier than usual. “You wouldn’t be stuck now if you had just heard me out. - Though I’m not complaining”, he chuckled.

“Let me go, Winchester.”

“Uh-uh”, he denied. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I had no idea you felt that way”, he repeated, tightening his hold a little when you stiffened. “If I had known…”

He paused again, sighed, and then shifted, taking you totally by surprise when he set you on your back on the ground, leaning over you to hold you down.

“Just tell me that I didn’t imagine it”, he whispered, eyes intense and flipping between yours.

Your throat was suddenly clamped shut, maybe because your heart had jumped up there, but you couldn’t get a word out. All you managed was a tiny shake of your head.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “So you like me? Like ‘like me’ like me?”

With his eyes boring into yours, his breath tickling your cheek, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.

“Wow”, he huffed, grinning widely. “That's… wow. I never would have thought.”

Your anger flared as you thought he was mocking you, and he must have caught the change in your eyes, because his grin dropped immediately.

“No, Y/N, that's… I’m just surprised. You’ve hid it a bit too well, cause I didn’t have a clue. I wish I’d had.” He took a deep breath and held it. “I like you too.”

Your eyes widened and your whole body went limp. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Like 'like me’ like me?” you whispered, words catching in your throat.

“Very much so”, he smiled, releasing your wrist to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“I… I didn’t know”, you blurted.

“We’re a real pair of idiots”, he muttered.

He quirked his eyebrows slightly like asking for permission and you nodded. He smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, softly at first, but quickly gaining more confidence when you responded by twisting your fingers to the front of his jacket and pulling him down.

Kissing him was more than you had ever hoped for and you could have easily spent the whole day doing just that. When his lips trailed down to nibble at your neck, you blinked your eyes open, trying to decide if it was for real or if you were dreaming. But the cool ground under your back and the bright sun peaking down at you through the golden leaves seemed very real - as did the footsteps that stopped a few feet away.

“Well, well. Did you finally kick some sense into that idiot?” You tilted your head further back to see your best friend hovering above you. “Didn’t need help then?”

You grinned and shook your head.

“Go away, we’re busy”, his brother ordered, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, lips barely leaving your skin.

“Yeah, you two are making me sick anyway. I was just gonna tell you I found us a case. I thought we’d leave first thing in the morning.”

He winked at you once before turning on his heels and leaving. His brother let out a theatrical sigh and groaned against your shoulder before lifting his head to look at you.

“Why does he always have to ruin everything? Right now I couldn’t care less about some monster.” His eyes turned softer, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I finally got the girl I’ve been dreaming about for months and he goes and…”

You lifted your finger to his lips. “For months?”

“Might be closer to a year by now”, he admitted shyly, a hint of pink spreading to his cheeks.

“And you didn’t say anything?!?” you blurted.

“Well I didn’t hear you admitting pining for me!”

You were both quiet for a second before bursting out in laughter.

“I’m such an idiot”, he chuckled when he finally started to settle down.

“You are”, you readily agreed.

“So are you”, he replied, eyes narrowing.

“I am.”

“But now you’re my idiot.”

Your lips tilted up to a smile wider than you ever thought possible. “If you want me.”

“I do”, he whispered. “I really do. And I’m yours.” His kiss left no doubt in your mind that he meant it.

It had turned out to be a rather perfect fall day after all - perfect to fall even deeper in love.

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Sirius x Reader/ Sunday

Requested. It’s a bit sloppy but it’s also kinda nice, enjoy!

It’s a hazy, rainy morning, like a perfect replica of a Monet piece layered into the Sunday morning atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room.

The last burning embers of a highly ignored fire still glow softly, ready to fade away and and there’s an overpowering sense of quietness that comes rarely to this particular tower of the castle.

There were no first years bickering about class schedules or third years arguing over the rules of chess as their respected pieces try and jab at each other from their squares. It was only you and him, tucked side by side beneath a heavy blanket on the floor in front of the sofa.

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tricornking  asked:

How dare you. How. Dare. You. How dare you make that edit, give their moment together a pathos I'd never even considered before. How DARE you make me heart sick for Magica de Spell and Gladstone Gander, and the love qnd companionship they ACHE to lose themselves in, that they cannot because of their circumstances. HOW. DARE. YOU. MAKE ME SHIP THESE TWO LOVE-SICK IDIOTS AND WISH THEY'D JUST QUIT DUCKBERG AND START A FAMILY FAR AWAY TOGETHER! (Bless you for this art I love it all don't stop ever!)

*finger guns* can’t stop (can’t stop) can’t stop the beaks I won’t stop (won’t stop)-

Camp Velaris ~ Chapter fifteen

(Final chapter) Thank you to everyone who liked this fic, or reblogged it or left a comment! I probably wouldn’t have finished it otherwise, so thank you! :)

Three months ago I had dreaded coming here, and now I didn’t want to leave.

I didn’t want to leave my friends, who had become more like family during these past few weeks. I didn’t want to leave my boyfriend (boyfriend!) who had been by my side for the whole week.

We had spent practically every moment together, wanting to spend as much time together as we could before we went our separate ways. Cassian had taken to fake gagging every time I sat in Rhys’ lap or we kissed in front of him.

And, yes, I knew we were being one of those gross PDA couples, couples who I usually scorned, but I couldn’t help it. I had never felt this way about someone before. I wanted to enjoy it.

“You know what? I think I’m actually going to miss this place.” I said to Mor as we finished packing up the rest of our clothes into our suitcases.

“I should hope so.” A sensual voice said from behind me. My heart sped up at the sound of it.

I turned around to see Rhys leaning against the doorframe, smirking.

“Well, I’m out of here. Leave you two lovebirds to it.”

I twisted back around to see Mor roll her eyes at us, but she was smiling.

“No need. Feyre and I were just leaving.”

“We were?”

“Of course. It’s the last day. I wouldn’t let a day like this go by without taking my girlfriend somewhere.”

My toes curled at his casual using of the word ‘girlfriend’.

I was like a high schooler in love. Oh well.

He walked over to us, impossibly graceful, and leaned in to smoothly kiss my cheek.

“I’m going anyway. Cassian’s probably not even packed yet. You two make me sick by the way.” She added as she left the room.

Rhys didn’t even deign her with a reply before he leaned down and kissed me.

I kissed him back eagerly, but before the kiss could deepen he pulled back. I let out a tiny noise of protest.

“There will be enough time for that later. Now come on, I have a surprise for you.”

“I’m intrigued.”

He took my hand and led me out of my dorm and down to the lake.

Where a picnic blanket and basket was waiting.

“We never did get to kiss on Starfall.” Rhys’ voice was playful, and a little wistful.

“I was as disappointed as you.”

“I find that hard to believe, darling. I’ve been cursing the rain ever since.” His voice was playful.


He just smiled before leaning down once again to kiss me. It was a soft, sweet kiss. The kiss that we would have shared at Starfall.

We pulled apart, albeit slowly, and Rhys rested his chin on my head.

“Happy, now?” I teased. “You’ve finally had your big by the river kiss.”

“Extremely happy. It was on my bucket list.”

He leaned down to kiss me again, but I ducked out of his embrace, laughing at his mock pout.

“What’s all this?” I asked, gesturing to the array of picnic things.

“I owe you for the splendid picnic you made for our first date.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“It was no trouble. Besides, who knows how long until our next one?” His words lost their bravado briefly.

“Let’s not talk about that right now.” I said, taking his hand again and pulling him towards the picnic blanket, where we both sat down opposite each other, cross legged, knees touching slightly.

“Do you like it?” Rhys said, nodding at the picnic.

“Do you even need to ask?” I replied, repeating his own words from our time on the roof.

He noticed and smiled, before leaning over and snatching a kiss from my lips.

After our food –which was amazing- we lay back on the blanket, our legs entwined, and looked at the sky. Rhys was tracing swirly patterns on to my arms.

“I’m going to miss this.” My voice was quiet.

“Summer will be back before you know it.” His voice was also soft, and a little sad.

“I know but… It’s weird. This feels more like home to me even though I’ve only been here for what? Three months?”

We lay in silence for a bit longer.

“I’m going to miss you.” I heard Rhys say, his voice small.

At this, I sat up a little, leaning on my elbows. Rhys mirrored my position.

“I’m going to miss you too. But we’ll visit each other. And we can text, and call. We’ll make it work.” I said, trying to sound sure even if I really wasn’t.

“It’s just that.” He paused. “Long distance is hard. And, believe me, breaking up with you is the last thing I want to do.”

I sat up fully at this.

“Well, if I’m not going to break up with you, and you’re not going to break up with me, then we’ll be fine. I love you.”

“I love you too.” His voice left no room for doubt.

This time, I kissed him. The kiss was lingering and I could feel how much he loved me –and how much we loved each other- in the way his mouth moved gently and lovingly against mine.

We pulled back after a moment and just looked at each other, smiling.

God, I was so far gone.

Before I could say anything again, Rhys had kissed me again, the kiss deeper and more desperate. I lost myself in the kiss. The kiss that felt like home.

“Keep it PG guys. This is a public place.”

Rhys and I both looked up and the sound of Cassian’s voice. Rhys just rolled his eyes before directing an obscene gesture at Cassian, who just laughed.

“Seriously though. Some things I don’t need to see my cousin do.” This was Mor, who was walking next to Cassian, Amren and Azriel on her other side.

“It wasn’t like we were expecting an audience.” I said as I climbed off Rhys’ lap, who was pouting slightly at the interruption.

Mor flopped down next to me on the blankets, while Cassian and Azriel sat on either side of Rhys. Amren sat next to Mor.

“Ugh, you guys only have crappy food left.” Complained Cassian, who was rifling through the picnic basket.

“Again, not expecting company.” Rhys said in an annoyed voice, though his smile betrayed his good mood.

“You guys do know that there’s a whole cafeteria filled with food that’s just going to get thrown away.” That was Azriel, his voice amused.

“Yes, but food tastes better when it’s in a picnic.” Mor argued.

Cassian nodded his agreement.

“You’re both fools.” Amren said in a bored tone, though her eyes were uncharacteristically soft.

This is what I was going to miss most, I realised. Being with this group of people, this group that complimented each other so well. That were more like a family.

A family that I belonged in.

“Does this room look smaller, or is it just me?” Mor asked me from where we stood in the middle of the freshly cleared room.

“Not just you.” It did look smaller, without Mor’s array of clothes scattered around, and without my various sketchbooks or pencils filling the room.

My phone beeped, and I dug it out of my pocket. It was my dad. He was here.

“I’m going now.” My voice was thick.

“I’m going to miss you, Fey.” Mor’s voice was equally sad.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

“Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

We walked to the courtyard, where Cassian, Azriel, Rhys and Amren were waiting, sat on a picnic bench. They all stood up when we came out.

“I guess this is goodbye, then. Until next year.” I made my voice sound happy, though I doubted I was fooling anyone.

Amren nodded her goodbye, though I liked to think she would miss me. I got a hug off Cassian and even Azriel. Mor gave me a bone crushing hug, which I returned. Then I turned to Rhys.


I could see the sadness in his face, which was probably reflected in my own face.

The others had moved away slightly, just out of earshot.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get back.” I said, trying to be reassuring.

He nodded. “I’ll visit you soon.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Our kiss was lingering and loving. I didn’t want to pull away.

“I’m going to miss you.” I told him, my voice wavering slightly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with one last kiss, I walked to the parking lot, to the van that would take me back to my mundane life.

And maybe Rhys and I will drift apart. Or maybe we’ll stay together forever. Right now, I don’t care. I’m young and I’m in love. I have the rest of my life to worry about those things. Because I was going to live in the moment.

And I was going to enjoy every second of it.