am i the best boyfriend yet

NCT As Boyfriends

Anon requested:  Hi I hope this isn’t too much to ask for but can you guys do nct as your boyfriend? Thank you!

Genre: Fluff & SMut

Author: admin Karma

A/N: Hey, i’m sorry you had to wait so long
These are all members besided the minors and Lucas & Jungwoo since I don’t know much about them yet……… Also since it’s 10 members this is a long one….

Reminder! This is completely how I see them as boyfriends and it’s probably very inaccurate as I am not that good at reading people but i’ll do my best!! (this is for all genders) and since this is a smut acc, I will add some 16+ content to it ;)

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mentions of platonic!Harrison x reader)

Summary: You pick Harrison and Tom up from the airport and sleepy boys give sleepy cuddles.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

You weren’t having a particularly busy day. You were trying to do some cleaning done before the boys came home this evening but you had gotten side-tracked scrolling through Instagram so you hadn’t got time to do the vacuuming before Harrison rang.

“Afternoon, ugly.” Harrison’s voice filled your ear and you heard the unmistakable sound of Tom laughing in the background.

“Now is that any way to talk to your best friend?” You berated him, “I take it you’ve landed?”

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Take it Out on Me | 3

Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort.
Genre: Angst
Words: 2,787
Warnings: Cheating

Disclaimer: The plot idea is not mine and the two first chapters were written by @btsfiles. I am merely continuing it, with her permission.

-Admin Mari

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (by @btsfiles)

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Ticking Clocks pt.2

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Chanyeol & Baekhyun scenario/Soulmate AU/Slight angst

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 

Summary: You live in a world where everyone has a soulmate clock that stops ticking the exact moment you meet your soulmate. You are in a happy relationship with Park Chanyeol, and don’t care much about soulmates at all, that is, until you meet his best friend, Byun Baekhyun.

A/N: I may or may not have sneakily decided to add another final part to this story….but Part 3 will be the last, I promise!

That night, after you waved goodbye to Baekhyun (and Chanyeol who went to drop him off), you felt an overwhelming sense of dread. Shutting the bedroom door, you felt a tightness making its way into your throat; a clear signal that you were about to cry.

The evening had been complete torture for you. You had automatically just found yourself looking at Baekhyun at random moments, not even realizing you were doing it. The way he laughed, the way he looked at you intently while you spoke, heck, even the way he chewed his food had managed to completely enthrall you. 

Was this the so-called ‘soulmate magic’ that people spoke about? This strange new attraction you felt towards the person you finally knew was your true soulmate? You’d heard about it from others who had found their soulmates. “Sometimes, it’s a complete stranger on the road, but the next thing you know, you’ve fallen head over heels without even knowing their name.”

You’d found the entire thing ridiculous and completely illogical. Now, though, you weren’t so sure.

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Drunk and Disorderly - Imagine

*Y/N’s POV*

It was well after 2am by the time I gave up waiting, shuffling to the bedroom with a defeated sigh, leaving a couple of hall lights on behind me should he arrive home after I’d fallen asleep.

Harry had been out with his friends since 6.30pm, dinner and a few drinks he told me, “Nothing major sweetheart, I’ll be home by 12”.

“12 my arse” I grumbled as I crawled in to bed, shuffling under the duvet and into the cool sheets. I had waited up for him like he asked, but as 12 came and went, and my phone remained void of messages, I gave up. It was unusual of Harry to stay out later than intended and not let me know, and to say his lack of contact had me worried was an understatement.

I settled in to bed, lying flat on my back with my hands resting on my chest and my eyes gazing up at the ceiling, the exhaustion threatening to pull them closed but my concern repeatedly pulling them back open. As 3am drifted past, I finally slipped into an uneasy sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I was ripped from my dreams by a loud banging on the front door, but I was faintly aware of a thin band of pale light creeping in between the curtains. A second series of aggressive knocks rattled the front door. I quickly flung myself from the bed and pulled a jumper over my body, dashing down the stairs in my pyjama trousers and socks. As I unlatched the front door, I assumed I would pull it back to find Harry, having lost his keys or too drunk to get them in the lock I wasn’t sure, but I knew it would be him. I was prepared to be relieved to have him in front of me, I was also prepared for the anger that would inevitably follow as he slurred out an excuse for returning during the early hours of the morning. But as I opened the door, everything I expected was replaced with one thing:


Stood before me, silhouetted by the crisp light of the early morning, were two police officers. The two men took no notice of my appearance as one offered me a soft smile.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he asked. By this point, I was too stunned to answer. Every possible reason as to why I was being faced with two police officers at 5 o’clock in the morning flashed through my brain in what must have been no longer than a second, and all of them ended with Harry, arrested, injured or worse. I’ve seen the programmes, the cop dramas and movies, and no good ever comes from having a policeman stood on your doorstep without good reason.

My inner turmoil must have been present on my face as the taller officer, a slender man with a thin beard and moustache, spoke again without waiting for my reply to his earlier question.

“No need to panic love, I can tell what you’re thinking and it’s not that” he said, his words lifting a weight off my heart. But still my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Well we are here on behalf of your boyfriend, Mr Styles, yes?” he asked and I nodded.

“Got ‘imself into a bit of trouble last night” the other officer said. He was shorter than his colleague and rounder, his hand stuffed into the front of his vest to brace him against the chill of the morning air.

“What happened? Is he ok?” I rushed.

“He’s fine. He was arrested last night for being drunk and disorderly. Kept him in the cells over night to sober him up. We’ve been sent to request that you come and collect him, there are a few forms that need to be filled out on his behalf” he explained. I was stunned silent. Harry, drunk and disorderly? It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t sit well in my stomach. I was well aware of the fact that Harry, like perhaps anyone else, was more than susceptible to the effects of alcohol, and on more than one occasion I had to pull him away from a fight on a night out, but for Harry to follow through on what I had always assumed were idle threats surprised me.

“Oh, oh right. Um, ok, just let me get dressed and I’ll follow you there in my car?” I suggested.

“Sounds good. We’ll just wait for you in our car, head out when you’re ready” the shorter officer spoke once again before they both turned away and returned to their car which was parked on the road just outside. I shut the door quickly and rushed upstairs, not bothering to change the jumper I had thrown on, but instead opting to switch my flannel pyjama bottoms for a pair of jeans. I stuffed my feet in to a pair of trainers as I grabbed my phone and keys before dashing out the front door again, locking it firmly behind me.

The officers drove slower than was probably necessary as I followed them across town to the local station, making a point to hold back after each junction to make sure that I was behind them. I pulled my car up beside them as we reached the station car park and followed them inside like they said.

“We’ve got Miss Y/L/N ‘ere Sir” the tall officer said, who I learned was called Tom as we hurried across the frozen ground of the car park and in to the welcome head of the station reception.

“Ah yes, thank you Sargent, I’ll deal with it from here”. Both officers gave me a small tip of the hat as they disappeared down one of the many corridors that branched off from the desk I was stood before.

“Not what you were expecting this morning ay Miss?” the man behind the desk said as he collected some papers from beside him and placing them in front of me along with a pen.

“Em no, not exactly” I said with by best attempt at a chuckle.

“No need to worry, just need you to fill out a couple of things and then your boyfriend will be released without charge, no harm done. Well maybe not for him, I imagine he’ll be getting a bit of an ear bashing from you on the way home, am I right?” he said with a smile.

“You got that right” I snorted as I began filling in the required details on the papers in front of me.

“I’d say he’s got the worst yet to come” he continued and once again I nodded, he had no idea. The paperwork was long and extensive, giving me more than enough time to decide whether I was angry, or relieved that nothing serious had happened to him. It didn’t take me long to decide that I was angry, furious in fact. For Harry, things like these become global news ‘Harry Styles arrested for being drunk and disorderly’, ‘Harry Styles spends night in a cell following arrest’, ‘Harry Styles: global superstar or drunken thug?’. His worldwide influence was growing day by day, his album was number 1 across the world, he himself is number 1 on 2 Billboard charts, and he was marking that achievement, by getting himself arrested. Way to go Harry.

“Done” the man behind the desk said as I signed the last page. “I’ll just head along and get ‘im” he said, before removing himself from his chair and disappearing, the large bunch of keys strapped to his waist jingling as he went. It was only moments before he returned, a tired and rather apprehensive Harry in his wake.

“Good luck Son” the man called as I turned to leave the building, Harry shuffling along behind me. It was silent, neither of us spoke as we hurried across the car park to escape the chill of the morning air. The smell of stale alcohol drifted from him as he slipped into the passenger seat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as I pulled out of the station and began the journey home.

“Sorry” Harry mumbled after several more minutes of thick, tense silence. I snapped.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Drunk and disorderly Harry are you kidding me?! What happened?!” I shouted, the anger in my voice resonating throughout the small confines of my car. Part of me wanted to calm down, to let him explain and to listen to what reasonable excuse he had for behaving in such an uncharacteristic way. But the anger at his carelessness was consuming me, so I pushed the reasonable thoughts aside and continued speaking before he had the chance to reply.

“Do you have any idea what the media are going to make of this?! How could you be so stupid Harry?!”

“Y/N please, let me explain” he signed gently, looking at me with wide, bloodshot eyes. I waved my hand in the air to encourage him to continue.

“I don’t even know what happened, I wasn’t that drunk,” I snorted but he pushed on, “I wasn’t I promise! We were having a couple of drinks after dinner, just like I said and then this guy recognised me, said I was ‘That guy who was in that band’. He knew you though, kept going on about how I had such a ‘pretty girl’ and all this shit. He was off his face Y/N, literally blind drunk, I was surprised he was still on his feet. But he kept going on and on about you, said he’d seen you picture in the papers or something, and he was saying some disgusting things. Kept saying I should share you out, give him and turn for the night, said I could watch if it made me feel better” Harry cringed and I supressed a shudder, the anger dissolving from my body with each word he spoke.

“I lost it after that, I don’t even remember what happened. I must have followed him in to the street or something and attacked him cause the next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by two police officers and the guy was being lifted into an ambulance. Someone said that they’d seen me follow the guy out of the bar so they arrested me for being drunk and disorderly and took me to the station. I’m sure you know the rest” Harry said with another gentle sigh. I pulled the car up outside the house and killed the engine.

“But they released you without charge, no assault conviction, nothing” I frowned.

“Yeah, a couple of people in the bar heard what was being said, told the police everything and they let me go”.

“I was so worried Harry” I whispered, turning in my seat to face him as he did the same. He sighed and reached over to brush his hand against my cheek, running his thumb along the puffy skin beneath my eyes which had developed from lack of sleep.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I asked if I could call you but they wouldn’t let me until everything had got sorted out” he said gently, his fingertips brushing down my neck and pushing my hair back behind my shoulder.

“You don’t ever have to do that because some creep is saying something about me you know?” I said and he nods his head gently.

“You didn’t hear what he was saying Y/N, it was so,” I hushed him.

“Harry what people say doesn’t matter, what he was saying would never have happened, you and I both know that. Don’t get yourself into trouble just to protect me” I said gently.

“I’d do anything to protect you, sweetheart” he said, his voice holding the most conviction it had since I picked him up.

“I know” I said, leaning across the centre console to press my lips lightly against his. Neither of us tried to deepen the kiss, simply let the comforting warmth of his lips against mine sooth the stress of the night.

“Come on curly,” I said, pulling away just far enough to speak, my lips brushing gently against his, “let’s get you inside and in the shower, you stink of alcohol” I said with a giggle, pulling away completely and reaching for the door handle.

“Fine,” he sighed as I opened the door and stepped out, “but you’re getting in with me” he added as I shut the car door, a small smile spreading across my lips as his words ignited a warmth in my stomach.  

Cheating Sentence Starters
  • "I'm sick of being your little secret!"
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "You were supposed to be out tonight.."
  • "The way he/she looks at you.. I can't believe you're wiling to ruin that."
  • "I'm done being your booty call."
  • "It feels wrong, doing this with you."
  • "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."
  • "Don't tell me you're actually starting to grow a conscience?"
  • "He/She's going to be out all night. Come over?"
  • "Shit! He/She's here! Hide!"
  • "That's all I am to you? Your side whore?"
  • "I hate seeing you two be all coupley in public when I'M the one you're fucking."
  • "Don't you feel guilty at all?"
  • "But you have a girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband..."
  • "I want to leave him/her. I want to be with you. I just can't yet."
  • "You're my best friend's boyfriend/girlfriend--I can't do this to him/her."
  • "I told him/her I was going on a business trip."
  • "Do you have any idea how awkward it is to have him/her confide in me about how he/she thinks you're cheating--when I'M the one you're cheating with."
  • "You're the only person I'm with, why would I lie to you?"
  • "Alright, where is he/she?! Where are they hiding?!"
  • "We can't keep doing this.."
  • "Are you screwing him/her?"
  • "I don't know what to think, I just know what I saw!"
  • "Be honest with me. Are you cheating on me with him/her?"
  • "I can't believe you'd do something like this! Was I not good enough?!"
  • "He/She can't do it like I do. That's why you keep coming back."
  • "...Who is he/she?"
  • "I can't be responsible for ruining a relationship."
  • "Don't pretend I acted alone on this, it takes two to tango."
  • "He/She found out."
  • "Meet me in the locker room during free period? He/She had a test."
  • "Meet me at the hotel tonight?"
  • "I can't handle them anymore! They're practically driving me to cheat!"
  • "How do you sleep at night?"
  • "W-What's going on here?"
  • "It's not what you think!"

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Sabrina Spellman comes to Riverdale and she and Jughead are pretty very good friends. Betty is jelly jelly cuz she thinks this new witch in town is perfect and have so much in common with her boy.

Sabrina Comes To Town

“The doors of Riverdale High opened in 1941,” Betty started her tour, pointing towards the plaques on the walls. “This was the founder –“

“Oh my God, who’s that?” The new student, Sabrina, cut her off.

“That’s uh –“ Betty started, blushing when she saw who Sabrina nodded towards.

“Off limits.” Veronica finished for her.

Jughead smiled at Betty as he walked past, making her blush even further.

“Oh? Sorry, am I stepping on some toes?” Sabrina asked carefully.

Veronica had taken it upon herself to walk with the two blondes, claiming she had nothing else to do this period. In reality, Veronica had heard murmurings that the new student was sort of a bitch, a Queen Bee newspaper-writing, old-movie-loving blonde, direct competition for her best friend. And she simply couldn’t let that happen.

“Jughead and Betty are endgame.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Jughead’s your boyfriend?” Sabrina asked Betty directly.

“Not technically,” Betty said quietly.

“Not yet,” Veronica interjected. “But it’s only a matter of time before he asks.”

“Isn’t Betty giving the tour?” Sabrina said snidely.

“Veronica makes it a bit less boring,” Betty defended her. They reached the end of the hall.

“Well, thanks for showing me around.” Sabrina smiled. “Nice to meet you Betty – Victoria.” She looked at each of them, smirked, then turned and walked back down the hall.

Veronica looked squarely at Betty. “I know I said I was changing my ways, starting fresh when I moved here. But that bitch is testing me.”

Betty burst out laughing, watching Sabrina walk down the hall. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Veronica put her arm out, signaling Betty to look up. “You sure?” She asked, jutting out her chin towards the new girl. “She’s in your territory now.”

Sabrina had walked directly into the office for The Blue and Gold.

Betty sighed and tightened her pony tail, walking towards the office. Veronica squeezed her hand and kept walking, knowing she had no business at The Blue and Gold.

Betty turned into the room, seeing Jughead and Sabrina laughing, Sabrina’s hand lightly touching Jughead’s shoulder.

“Oh, hey Sabrina.” Betty said in fake surprise. “What are you doing here?” She cocked her head to the side.

A flash of annoyance graced Sabrina’s face. “I was just going to talk to the editor about becoming a member of the team.” She smiled tightly.

“Well then, you found her.”

“You’re the editor?” Sabrina asked quietly.

Betty  nodded. “Me and Jughead, we run The Blue and Gold. It’s pretty small right now, so…” She trailed off, not being able to say what she really wanted to - we don’t need you.

“Oh, sure, that’s okay. I mean, I was just looking for something to remind me of home - I was a writer at my last school’s newspaper, that’s all.” Sabrina shrugged.

Betty sighed. “Well, I-”

“Maybe you could write articles about the football team?” Jughead interjected.

Betty’s head whipped over to look at him. “Jughead we don’t write articles about the football team.”

“Exactly. Which is why Sabrina could start.” Jughead smiled.

“Thank you so much Jughead.” Sabrina smiled, placing her hand back on his arm and squeezing. “Really. It means a lot.” She smirked at Betty and turned on her heel, walking out of the room.

Betty stared daggers at Jughead.

“What?” He laughed. “I’ve never seen you be so…”

“So what, Jughead?” Betty raised an eyebrow.

“I think that was jealousy?” He questioned.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Well then what was that? You’re always saying how we have our plates overloaded with this paper. You’ve never been mean to a new student before.”

“I just don’t think she was the right voice for The Blue and Gold.”

Jughead just smirked.

“Okay, fine. I think she likes you, Juggie.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and walked over to where Betty was leaning against a desk. “And so what if she does? I only have eyes for one blonde in this town.”

Monsta x reaction- S/o being terrified of mice

This is being posted pretty late, so I am very very sorry for that anon! But thank you so much for requesting this. I hope you like it! Happy Reading :)

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Shownu being the guy he is would laugh when he sees you getting scared of  mice. He would find it cute too though, but mostly he would just laugh at you freaking out about the mouse.

You clung onto him for dear life as you saw a mouse in the little garden of the your backyard. “Ahhh!!” you screamed and jumped into his arms. He held you by your waist as you wrapped your legs around his torso. “Make it go away” you screamed into his shoulder. He laughed so hard you could feel his shoulders shaking. “Y/n chill. Its just a mouse” he chuckled. “Make it go away Shownu” you slapped him on the back repeatedly in your panic. “Okay okay” he said as he shooed the mouse away and carried you back inside since you insisted on not being let down until safely back inside. 


Wonho would be extra playful and try to make you more scared by telling you there is a mouse even when there isn’t, just so you would go to him and hug him.

“Y/N” there’s mouse” he yelled and pointed to the bush near the tree as you were taking a stroll in the park. “WHERE!!” you yelled and hid behind him. He tried to stifle his laugh. He put an arm around  you and said “I am just kidding. I just like it when you hug me” he winked, and kissed your temple. You smacked him hard on his arm, and lightly shoved him muttering “asshole” under your breath which he heard, causing him to chuckle. You started walking when he yelled “Mouse” again, causing you to trip and fall. “You are so cute” he laughed helping you up. 


Minhyuk would baby you whenever he sees you scared, letting you cling to him, and he would smile so wide at your adorableness 

“Awww is my baby scared of mice?”he asked you when you thought you saw a mouse and ended up jumping on the couch. You nodded looking around in fear around you to check. “Its okay I am here. I will protect you” he smiled at you and extended a hand for you to take, so he could help you down. “I really hate them” you breathed out as you took his hand and stepped down. He wrapped you in his arms. “When I am here, have no fear” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 


He would try his best to get the fear out of you, and try to get you see things through a different perspective in a comforting manner.

“How are you, someone who is so much more taller and stronger, scared of such a tiny thing?” he questioned. You ignored his question. “Come on babe, if you dont face your fears they will always find a way to get to you” he sat down next to you. You shook your head adamantly. He sighed. "Okay fine. I will help you get rid of this fear”  he smiled at you and extended his pinky. “Promise?” you asked him. “Promise” he said as your pinky linked around his. He pulled you in a hug and whispered reassuring words to you.


Would probably be so surprised to know you are really scared of mice. Would find it really cute and adorable 

He couldnt believe when you froze on your spot upon encountering a mouse. “Are you seriously that scared?” He asked. You just blinked still rooted to your spot. “Okay. Come here” he gestured and pushed you close to himself. His sneaked around your waist. “ Its just a mouse. Its not going to do anything to you. Lets go” he urged in a soothing manner. You started walking again by side and he smiled to himself at how scared you were because he found it really cute"


Would most likely be just as scared as you but would try his best to comfort you and be there for you

“AHHHH!” you both screamed at the same time and held onto each other tight. “Joo-” you tried to say. “I am not making it go away. I am scared as hell myself” he cut you off with these words. “But not to worry it will get tired and go away” he tried to be positive. Yet he held on to you. You glared at him. “Its the one thing you have to do as my boyfriend!!” You screamed as the mouse moved. “I am scared though. Okay how about we stay up on this counter until it goes away?” He smiled sweetly further making you roll your eyes at him.


Changkyun would tease you and laugh at your cuteness. He would be very playful  about it too much like Wonho

He laughed so loud when you jumped because you saw a mouse. You covered your face with your hands and you were jumping up and down yelling “get it away from me”. “Relax its just a mouse and anyhow its gone now” he laughed, gathering you in his arms. “I think we should bring a mouse as a pet at home” he teased. You hit him in the chest. “Dont dare” you replied. “If it gets you this close to me 24/7  then why not?” he winked. Automatically your cheeks tinted pink and he kissed each cheek with a bright smile on his face. 

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anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't invasive at all, that is not my intention- this is my mere curiosity getting the best of me and my love for you two together, but are you and *coughs* Mr. Agreste *snuffle* like together? *squealing intensifies* I'm a new follower and I'm simply curious. If you don't want to answer, it's okay. I hope you have a wonderful day! ❤️

lol you’re sweet anon ❤️ I’m hesitatant to call Tinder Hawkmoth my boyfriend quite yet because I am NOTORIOUSLY AFRAID OF COMMITMENT but we do go out on dates and text each other pictures of things we like and share favorite playlists and kiss and play video games and sometimes I go over to his apartment at night just to cuddle….

…fuck I’m in deep aren’t I?

Kyle Spencer (requested)

HIii, so I know I’ve been really inactive lately, but I am still alive! This lovely person requested a Kyle Spencer imagine and I am here to fulfill your fangirl needs!

Also it was not specified, but i was feeling the fem! reader!

(a lil triggering for rape:: hope you enjoy!


“Come one, Y/N! We– well you haven’t gone to a party in ages and everyone misses you!” Your boyfriend Kyle nagged to you as you combed through your hair. 

You had just gotten out of the shower after a long shift at work, and when you came back, your boyfriend was instantly on you that there was a party going on in three hours that was going to be “the best one yet”. Like they always claimed. But you were tired of parties, because it was dangerous there for any vulnerable person, because anyone could slip you drugs or force you to snort cocaine. Parties were all about peer pressure. And you just wanted to cuddle and watch Disney movies.

You shook your head and slipped your robe off, revealing your undergarments before you walked to your closet. “Kyle I don’t have anything to wear.”  

It was a lie, just recently you had went shopping and you had tons of new outfits to flaunt, but you just didn’t want to go. 

Kyle made a noise and walked over to your side, placing one hand on his hip and the other on your shoulder. “Baby, you have tons of clothes! I mean, look, this is new! Huh? I’ve never seen you wear this before. And it’s super sexy. I know how you’re all about body confidence.” 

You looked at the berry colored lace romper, with the plunging neckline and the exposed back. It was very sexy. So sexy that it had been sitting in your closet for a while now, since you never knew the proper time to wear it. Then you thought about it. If Kyle was suggesting you wearing it, he must have been okay with it, and you had one talent. Saying no.You were sure that you were able to turn down drinks from strangers and stray from the cocaine fanatics. Then your eyes came up to Kyles face and you sighed. It seemed the battle was won. You were going.You had lost this round. Kyle’s adorable begging face was the last and winning bullet.

Kyle sensed the change in your demeanor and let out a happy laugh, putting the hanger on the bed before coming and lifting you up. “Thank you, honey sweetie pie sugar. You know I hate walking into parties alone, I love you.” 

You tried but failed to hold back a grin as Kyle peppered kisses on your face and neck, and when he started to stay on the curve of your neck too long you giggled and pushed his chest. “I can’t wear the romper if you give me a hickey, sugar baby sweetie toots.” 

Kyle grinned and kissed you sweetly on the mouth. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Kyle.” You gave him one last peck before he let you down. “Now give me an hour and a half to get ready.” 

Kyle groaned playfully before nodding and then throwing himself on your bed. “You do you, baby. I love you with and without makeup. Do your thing, my sweet.” 

You grinned and walked over to your vanity as Kyle closed his eyes and laid back. 


Three hours later you and Kyle were driving over to some unknown house and you were both in comfortable silence. You knew that music would be blasting like crazy at the party and you were glad to have even a moment of silence before your ears were ringing from the chaos. You smiled and rested your head on Kyle’s shoulder, as his hand slipped over onto your thigh. 

“You’ll protect me right Kyle?” You asked, your hand snaking onto your thigh before you started to play with his fingers.

“From what, baby doll?” He asked, turning his blinker to go right on. 

“From bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs? You know, the people that make parties an unsafe place?” You intertwined your fingers with his and he squeezed your hand lightly as his thumb began to rub on your knuckles. 

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. There’s always a danger anywhere we go, and I swear I’ll always protect you. No matter the situation; because you matter more to me than anything.”

You lifted your head off of his shoulder and gave him a kiss on his jaw, which he caved into, turning his head for a quick peck on the lips. When he turned back to the road he slowed down before parking behind a long line of cars. You quickly unlatched your seat belt, the music already pulsing through the seats of the car and climbed on top of Kyle’s lap.

“Listen Kyle. You’re so fucking sweet and I love you so much.” You said quickly, grabbing onto Kyle’s surprised face. 

He grinned and looked into your eyes, before his forced his head forward and you ducked your head to meet in a passionate kiss. Kyle’s hands landed on your hips and his fingers dug into the lacy material, before he pulled back, panting. 

“Okay, sexy baby doll, we gotta go before you get me hard. That outfits already got me all bothered.” Kyle’s eyes drifted to your exposed chest and he shifted uncomfortably. 

You giggled and opened the door, about to get out before Kyle pulled you back harshly. “And I love you too, Y/N.” 

When you were both heading to the entrance of the grand house you were slowly starting to regret your decision. There were loads of people so that even the lawn was full of drunken college kids, all laughing and throwing up and then passing out in that exact order. Paranoia was starting to bubble up. What if you drank so much you did something stupid and ended up going viral online? What if someone forced you to get high with them? To do heroine? To have a threesome? You were terrified. You hadn’t been to a party in ages, and it was like this was your first all over again. 

“Baby, smile a little bit. Remember me? Yeah? Kyle, sworn protector and the best boyfriend ever?” You looked from the entrance of the house to see that Kyle was facing you with a small worried smile on his face. 

“Yeah, no okay. Sorry babe, I was just-” 

“Worrying about bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs. We can leave if you want, alright sugar bunny cutie?” 

You instantly shook your head, knowing that Kyle would be sad if he missed anything or if any of his friends and frat brothers got hurt. You forced on a smile and tugged at your curled hair. “It’s fine, bunny cutie sugar, let’s just have some fun.” 

Kyle grinned and grabbed your hand before starting to search for a familiar face.You spotted some people from your college and turned quickly before they could see you and kept yourself glued to Kyle until you two reached the kitchen of the grand home, where Kyle let out a holler and tugged himself out of your grip. You looked to see a group of Kyle’s frat brothers, who were all dressed the same, with frat t-shirts with popped collars and khakis. Kyle was wearing the same but you had convinced him that the popped collar was not in, and never would be. 

“Kyle, my man!” Steven Kurt yelled out, lifting his beer in the air and enveloping Kyle into a bro hug. “Just the man I wanted to see! Hey bro, you got any weed?” 

You stiffened as the question hit the air and Kyle coughed loudly before shaking his head. “Na, man. I brought Y/N around, man. You know she doesn’t like for me to sell anymore.” 

Steven and the gang all turned to you as you stood there with your back straight and a fake smile plastered on. Eyes were instantly raking your body up and down and all around as Kyle grabbed two beers from the fridge. 

When Steven was done eyeing you, he smiled and shook his head at Kyle’s hands, before grabbing a red solo cup that they had all been shrouding over, speed walking over to you so he reached you before Kyle. 

“Y/N, a special brew for a special lady.” He bowed slightly, staring you in the eyes all the while, a smirk on his face. 

You grabbed the cup reluctantly so you would not seem rude. Some part of you was hesitant because you didn’t know Steven all that well, but the other part of you that flashed pictures of Kyle’s face when he was begging you to come filled with disappointment made you shrug your shoulders. Steven was Kyle’s friend, and from what you knew pretty cool and he didn’t seem like the type of person to do anything bad.

You brought the cup to your lips and took a large gulp, causing the group of frats to cheer right before Kyle walked over with a worried look and the two beers. 

“What was in that, man?” Kyle yelled to Steven over the yells as you let out a whoop and shook your head from the horrible taste.

Steven shook his head and looked over to Kyle with a smirk as the boys crowded around you, guiding you to the dance floor. “Nothing man, just bourbon and coke.” 

Steven tried to follow but Kyle yanked at his arm. “No, what the fuck man, I know all about your ‘special brews’ and that’s my girlfriend asshole! What was in there?”

“Chill, man!” Steven shoved Kyle off of him and into the island before smirking even more. “You once said what’s yours is ours, right?” And then he sauntered out, leaving Kyle speechless and horrified. 

Half an hour later you were on the dance floor, feeling slightly dizzier than what a half cup of bourbon and coke should have made you feel. Multiple times when you went to the bathroom Kyle had walked over and insisted that you leave the party with him, but you always pushed him away, arguing that he was the reason you were there in the first place. “Lighten up!” You had yelled at him as you sat on the toilet and he sat facing the inside of the shower. “I’m not even drinking a lot, Kyle. I don’t want to get too drunk. Let me have some fun, please honey pot?” 

You eventually left him without an answer. 

But halfway through an incredibly bass-y song you were starting to sweat and lose focus of your eyesight, and you could feel bile swimming up your throat. You stumbled through the crowd, pushing with haste at a familiar boy with curly blond hair who caught you when you almost fell, running to the bathroom. You fell through a white door and fell onto a carpeted floor, throwing up your dinner and a brown substance. You fell to the side of it, as you felt footsteps coming nearer. You slowly regained your vision but your limbs were feeling incredibly numb.

“Aw, fuck Ross, she threw the shit up, what the fuck! You said it would work!” A voice that seemed far away as you tried to move. There was a loud thump and you felt body heat next to you on your vomit. 

“Ew! The fuck, man! It’s a different kind of shit, dick wad! It should still do the trick.”

“Well it better fucking work because I had to knock the shit out of Kyle so he would leave us for a few. He’ll be back, though, I promise. Now go and guard the door. I got a lot for this bitch, walking in wearing that damn outfit knowing that it would make someone horny. She was begging for this to happen.” 

You slowly started to come to your senses, and you tried your best to move, but your body seemed out of your control except for your fingers. There was shuffling and you opened your eyes, just as arms wrapped around you and placed you on something that your body sunk into. A bed that wasn’t yours, with a face above you that was not your boyfriends, slowly tugging at the hem of your romper.

“What the fuck? How do you take this shit off?” Steven, you recognized, was starting to get agitated as he began roughly tugging at the bottom of your romper, and you whimpered as the lace rubbed harshly on your skin as your shoulders began to gain feeling again.

“Steven,” You groaned out as the lace started to scratch too harshly at your skin, making you whimper in pain.

The tall brunette stopped tugging at your romper and shuddered in pleasure and ground his hips into yours, causing tears to prick your eyes. “Fuck, say my name again.” 

“Steven please stop!” You raised your voice the best you could, tears pricking your eyes. 

Steven stopped and growled, suddenly flipping you onto your back, where the button and zipper to your romper were. He started to work on them, ignoring the loud pounds on the wall that had started up. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you laugh at my jokes, touch my arm, and look me up and down. You want me.” 

Tears began to run down your face at the horrible experience that you were about to go through, hoping that the feeling wouldn’t return to your bottom half. Then suddenly his fingers stopped and there was the sound of another zipper as he started to yank the shoulders of your romper down with one hand.

“HELP!” You gained the courage and energy suddenly, just as the door of the room was thrown open and Steven was suddenly fell to the floor suddenly from the force of you pushing up and the shock of the door banging open. 

He lay on the ground, dick out, just as a blond guy you recognized as Kyle, your boyfriend, ran forward and kicked him square in the side of the face. He yelled something you didn’t quite catch as you fell to the floor as well, your romper halfway down without a care, only the thought of escape on your mind. You dragged yourself with your arms as feeling regained to your thighs.

“What’s mine is mine, Steven. You sick ass bastard.” 

You glanced back quickly, sobs escaping your body, to see that Steven was knocked out cold, and Kyle was advancing at you quickly. You started to hyperventilate slightly, your breathing increasing as you tried to move your knees to get away quickly. 

“Baby, Y/N, it’s me.” Kyle sobbed out, placing his hand on your bare back. 

The touch made you cry harder as you let yourself fall back on the ground to escape his hands. There were loud sobs behind you as you silently cried into the carpet, letting your mouth open in a silent scream. “Y/N please, I’m so sorry I let him touch you. Baby, please it’s me Kyle.” 

The touch returned, this time warmer and calming, and you still sobbed, but did nothing when the fingers traveled to re-button and adjust your romper and close it up. 

The next parts were a blur, and you let yourself black out slightly, and the next thing you knew you were sober, dressed in night wear, and in your bed. You were still crying, but Kyle was sitting at the edge of your bed, scared to touch you, with his own tears climbing down his cheeks.

“K-kyle?” You asked, not meaning for the sobs to start back up. Kyle closed his eyes in pain as he saw the bruises lacing your thighs and the red marks on your shoulders. You hand’t even felt the squeezes that he had been doing on your legs. “Kyle, please just come hug me. I need a hug, bottle baby, please.” 

Kyle cried harder and crawled over to you, gently pulling you into his arms, placing kisses on your head softly. “I’m here, baby. Always, honey sugar. I love you, Y/N. I’m your protector, remember?” 


Sorry it’s a bit rushed at the end.

Thanks for the request @thoughtfullyyoungduck !! Hope you enjoy!

Jealous!Jughead Jones | Go back to your 'boyfriend'.

Count of words: 917

Warnings: slightly angsty (i’m not too good with that)

A/N: OK OK, I do really feel that Jughead is the one to cry in a situation like that.. Like excuse me while my heart is dying over here!




“oh, shut up just go back to your ‘boyfriend’”, “broken boy meets broken girl” plus jughead!jealous PLEASEEE😭😭

She was a decently social person, talking with everyone, never excluding anyone from a conversation. It really was ‘her thing’ and people loved it. She also was very good with giving advice, which is why everyone, or most people, would come to yher for advise. After things calmed down by just a little bit, everyone, including her, found themselves in a straightway to hell as Archie’s father, Fred Andrews, the one shining light left to Riverdale, was shot. Archie was devestated and so was she, him being his son and her being the little girl he took under his wing when she needed it the most, his daughter, as he would refer to her. Jughead was devestated as well, but defenitely not more than the Andrews boy and girl. 

As the whole situation with Fred unraveled, Y/N and Archie were closer than ever. They would spent so much time trying their hardest to keep each other strong. The two of them would even fall asleep on the very uncomfortable hospital chairs, hugging each other like their lives depended on it. Archie would always be there to hold her hand while she was crying, he would hug her and try his best to comfort her. Of course, she returned the favor even if it ment she had to blow Jughead off.

Jughead and her had been dating for almost a year, both being like some kind of savior for the other. She was broken, there was no denying that, but Jughead loved her for that, the opposite occured as well. Jughead was broken, he had a broken spirit, beaten up from the hate and unnecessary mockery. She loved him, despise that darkness surrounding him. It’s like cheesy love song where broken boy meets broken girl and they both trying to mend each other, safety pin the pieced of their broken hearts back together. Patching up all the holes, until they both felt much better.(a/n Deleted things I never ment. So now I’ll say the things I never sent. We’ll safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together…. ok I stop now.)

It was yet another one of those nights that Y/N would blow off her plans with Jughead to be with Archie. It started to become irritating. Jughead simply went to Pop’s, the one place he found comfort in now that his girlfriend seemed to be cheating on him with his best friend. All those patched spots in his heart and those ‘safety pins’ that where holding it together burst, making the boy break into tears. The old diner was thankfully empty, the only one in there being Pop, that refused to say any word to the young boy other that ‘Eat something, it’s not healthy to be like that’. The old man seemed to have sympathy towards the boy and care was all he could give, but Jughead’s tears didn’t stop. His phone didn’t either. It was blowing off with notifications that Jughead did not care enough to check, but maybe he should have cause he wouldn’t be forced to face the one girl he loved with all his heart, the one she broke without even realising.

She walked through the glass doors of the fine diner, the bell indicating her arrival. She looked concerned, eyes tear stained once more as she faced the old man. He simply pointed towards the table Jughead was occupying as she made her way towards it. The girl swifty sat down next to the young boy, her expression only turning more concern. “Jughead, darling, what happened? Why are you crying?” She asked caressing his back and sometimes his exposed hair. “Leave me alone,” he responded, voice muffled from the fabric of his jacket. “No! Not until you tell me what’s wrong!” She demanded, giving a stern look to the boy. “Why would you care? It’s not like you are around me anymore.” He replied, words piercing through her heart. “Why do I- Because I’m your fucking girlfriend, Jughead and I love you,” you exclaimed aggravated from the boy’s behavior. “Now tell me what’s wrong and maybe I’ll be able to make up to you our date,” she said, trying to ease the tension. “Oh, shut up  and go back to your ‘boyfriend’. Or did he leave you and you come back to me?” The boy responded holding his head up high. “You are joking, right?! Jughead, you are my boyfriend.” “Well, looks like Arch has taken my place.” He said sipping on his, now, melted milkshake. “You are irrational. Archie is like a brother to me.” “Yet you blew me off for him.” “For Fred’s sake, Jug. Arch is devestated and so am I. The man raised me like his own child and Archie embraced me like his sibling. I was texting you today to come over while he was there. He said you had to be there, you are his best friend and you weren’t. So stop!” she said, her own tears returning. “I’m sorry that I just can’t let go of the two people that loved me when no one else did. I’m sorry!” She cried, now cuddling close to the boy, ebracing the warmth. “It’s ok. I’m sorry. I was a dick. Come on now. Stop crying. I’ll cry too. I just didn’t want to lose you. I love you. Now hush! Here take my burger!” The boy offered in an attempt to calm her down.  “I love you, too.” She chuckled. “And I will take your burger! Thanks.”

aliosaur  asked:

RFA reacting to MC coming home completely and hilariously drunk after a night out with friends?

Anonymous said:

Can you please do situations with the RFA members + V and Unknown dealing with a really drunk MC? Fluff and humor will be very much loved <3

I’ll knock both of these out at the same time since they’re really similar.

Also this is a really long post, so I’m putting it under a cut so it doesn’t take forever to scroll on your dash.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think you could write a oneshot about Pietro's s/o undergoing surgery (its non-threatening) and how he would feel after it and what he would do to make them more comfortable please? Thank you!

HIIIIIIIII, okay well you requested it and here it is. 

God I feel like it’s not that great, I really need to stop writing these when I’m running on like two hours of sleep. Nevertheless I hope this makes you somewhat happy! 

Pietro X reader

real fluffy 

A/N: basically she breaks her leg and Pietro is just the loving boyfriend that we all want him to be.

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

“Looks like it’s broken,” Helen said as she handed back my x-ray.

“Dammit,” I sighed in defeat. “That’s another week out of the team.”

“Well, you’re luckier than most people who have to wait weeks for their breaks to heal.” She sat down to fill out what I could only assume was my appointment slip.

“Yeah but!” I couldn’t think of a ‘but’—she was right. We were lucky at HQ, our access to technology allowed us to heal and recuperate much faster than an average person. “Actually you’re right.” I gave up on arguing—I had nothing to complain about.

“I know I am,” she scoffed, “that’s why I’m the physician.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” A knock on the door interrupted my thought process, preventing me from making what would usually be a very witty come back. “That’ll be speedy.”

“He’s picking you up?” She laughed as she went to open the door.

“I know you haven’t felt love Cho, but this is how it works.” I stuck my tongue out.

“Real mature,” she rolled her eyes before turning to greet Pietro. “Please collect your girlfriend, she’s extra moody today.”

Pietro let out a small chuckle, “well, she does have a broken leg.” He helped me up from my chair before handing me my crutches. “Hi,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

“Hi,” I beamed as I wriggled the crutch under my armpit.

“Her surgery is at 5,” Helen handed him the slip. “And (Y/N),” she stopped me just as before I could escape. “Make sure you actually stay in bed for your recovery time.”

“Oh don’t worry—“ Pietro answered for me, “I’ll make sure of that.”

“I hate you both.” I huffed as I struggled to hobble my way out the door—crutches were harder to operate than I’d first thought.

“Do you want to get some food before we go back to our room?” Pietro asked as he shut the door behind him.

“That’s not even a question,” I felt like I was on the verge of starvation.

“For that,” he tutted, “we’re going to walk the whole way.”

“Nooooooooo,” I groaned in frustration. “You like seeing me suffer don’t you?” I blew a strand of hair out of my face as I struggled to keep up with him—he wasn’t even walking that fast, I was just too slow.

“No,” he slowed down, “I just like how cute you look when you flail around like that.”

“I’m mad at you.” I concluded. He stopped walking.

“What?” I asked when he turned to look at me.

“Give me those.” He held out his hand for me to pass him the crutches.

“What happened to watching me flail?” I raised an eyebrow in question.

“If I wait for you to walk to the café with these, you will not make it down to the lab in time to fix your leg.”

“Wow,” I scoffed “you’re really putting your new vocabulary to use.” I took a second to think about how far he’d progressed language wise—I was low-key proud, but high-key upset because it meant he was better at firing back.

“I know,” he scooped me up. “It’s all thanks to you.”

“I’m a great teacher, I take full credit for it all.” I kissed his chin.

He looked down at me, “I thought you were mad.”

I stared straight ahead. “I am.”

He let out a small laugh, “I bet you are.” I knew he didn’t take me seriously—not even I took myself seriously.

“I’m not mad anymore.” I said as I shoved my last fry into my mouth.

“I know,” he laughed as he leaned over the table “I can tell.” He used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the ketchup that I’d managed to get on the side of my mouth.

“I’m so clumsy.” I sighed. “How did I break my leg when I wasn’t even on a mission?”

“Hey,” he frowned “it happens to the best of us. It’ll all be over in a week.”

“I know, but that’s one week where I could’ve worked to prove myself.” I was trying my best to get on the first line squad with him—but the harder I tried, the harder I fell. I wasn’t getting anywhere—letters addressing promotions were set to come out in a week and I already knew I wasn’t getting one, not when I was set for a week of bed rest.

“I hate that you feel like this,” he sighed. “You don’t have to push yourself over the line. I’ve told you before, you’re a warrior—you can defend yourself better than I can.”

“I just hate feeling vulnerable. I always want to be the best.” It was my biggest downfall, but also my greatest asset. It was engrained in me from a young age and I couldn’t just forget how to be me.

“You’re not vulnerable or weak,” he reassured me. “I watched you in your trials, you know you did well (Y/N).”

“I want to have a nap before I go into surgery.” I stared down at the table, ignoring what he’d said. In my mind I hadn’t done enough.

Pietro let out a heavy sigh. I knew he was frustrated, but I couldn’t agree with him. “Let’s go home.”

“Hey,” Pietro rubbed my hand as I slowly woke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” I croaked as I took a second to adjust to the white light of the room. “Is it all fixed?” I asked as I stared down at my left leg.

“It’s all fixed.” He confirmed, “I brought you breakfast. You’ve been out like a lamp for 12 hours.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “it’s light.” I corrected.

“Huh?” He was confused.

“The saying is, out like a light not lamp.”

“Oh,” he frowned, “I guess I am not yet that perfect.”

“You’re perfect enough for me.” I smiled, “now what’s in the bag?”

“Croissants, your favourite.” He handed me the paper bag as I sat up.

“Mmmmm,” I inhaled the scent “you really are the best boyfriend in the world.” He knew that the way to my heart was through my stomach.

“I know.” He laughed as he watched me basically shove the buttery pastries down my throat. “Also if you could hurry up and eat those, I really want to get back home so that I can cuddle you.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I struggled to say, my mouth still full.

“Hey,” I murmured—still half asleep. “Aren’t you supposed to be assigned this week?” Waking up and seeing Pietro still in bed was rare.

“I pulled a few strings,” he smiled as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “Plus, I had to make sure you had only the best of company.”

“You didn’t have to,” I nuzzled into his chest as he wrapped his arm around me.

“I didn’t want to go anyway.” He was lying and I knew it—he really was trying his best to make me feel better. I knew he loved working, in fact he was one of the biggest workaholics I knew—sometimes he was worse than me.

“You’re so full of it.” I poked him in the ribs. “You should go and talk to Tony—I’m sure he can still find you something.”

“(Y/N),” he sighed in defeat. “I don’t want to go on a mission this week okay? I just want to sit here with my girlfriend and watch the Netflix.”

“You, Pietro Maximoff wants to sit inside and watch Netflix?” I couldn’t believe it. He was never the type to laze around—it was all very new to me.

“Yes.” He didn’t even bat an eyelid—he was being dead serious.

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” I grabbed ahold of his cheek and pulled it around as if I were trying to remove a mask. He let out a small laugh when I finally let go.

“I bought your favourite tea,” he rolled out of the bed and pulled on a shirt. “Give me 2 minutes and I’ll be back with it.”

“God,” I was stunned, “you really have thought of everything.”

“I mean I definitely tried to,” he ran his hand through his hair “I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Some days I don’t think you’re real.” I had gotten so lucky with him—he was everything I wanted and more.

“I’ll be right back, stay put.” He warned, as if I were going to run off to train in the two minutes he would be gone. “Oh and,” he popped his head back around the corner, “I’ll leave the door open, because I trust you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I called after him, knowing for a fact that he wouldn’t have been able to hear me.

“Knock, knock” An unfamiliar voice jolted me upright.

“Oh Jeeze,” I held my hand to my chest as I rushed to get out of my bed, “Captain Rogers! How are you?” I felt my heart rate pick up instantly—I knew exactly why he was at my door and it was making my stomach backflip like never before.

“Was that Pietro who just ran off?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well, I don’t know anyone else who can run that fast,” I laughed nervously.

“You’re right,” he scoffed, “dumb question. Anyway. I just came to drop this off.” He held out the letter to me—the very same letter that would either make or break me for the next year.

“Oh—“ I gulped down the rising lump in my throat. “Thank you!”

He shot me a small smile, “nice seeing you (Y/N), I better get going—get well soon.” I didn’t even have time to thank him again before he walked away.

I slowly slinked back inside the room, holing the envelope close to my chest. I was too scared to open it—I needed Pietro to do it for me.

As if right on cue the cool breeze of him entering the room rushed past my face.

“One flask of cinna—hey!” he stopped mid-sentence. “What’s up?”

“I—I—Steve just came to leave me this.” I held out the envelope for him to take.

“Oh,” he put the flask down and gingerly took the letter from me.

“You need to open it,” I told him. “I can’t do it myself.”

“Uh—“ he was hesitant, but he could see how nervous I was as well. “Okay.” He took a deep breath before ripping it open. He scanned over it briefly—the whole time he read I was unable to decipher his expression.

“Well,” he said handing it back to me. “I guess we can really relax for the rest of the week.”

“Huh?” I snatched it back quickly, “what do you mean?”

“Read it my love,” he prompted.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I scanned over the page.

‘Dear (Y/N),


We are very pleased to offer you a position with the first line Avengers. We value your skill set incredibly and believe you’d be a tremendous asset to our team.’

I couldn’t even finish reading it, I felt like I was about to throw up. I’d done it—I’d actually done it.

“I—I can’t believe it.” I stammered.

“I can,” Pietro said before engulfing me in a hug. “I knew you’d get there. Welcome to the team.”

“You never doubted me.” My eyes were welling up, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you more.” He placed a chaste kiss to my lips, “now get back into bed. You need to be at full strength if you want to make it through all that training again.”

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to the bed. “You know what would really help me build my stamina?” I sucked in my bottom lip as he tried to figure out what I was hinting at.

When he finally realised, his eyes lit up. “I guess I’m going to have to close the door.”

Shell and All

Originally posted by baraturtles

Originally posted by maidmargaery

Raphael x Reader

Shell and All

Note: Had this idea while I was at my own New Year’s Eve party. I just thought it’d be kinda cute and Raph is my fave, so…

Being the girlfriend of a giant mutant turtle wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t exactly be a couple in public without someone freaking out. But you didn’t mind it. You loved him too much to be concerned with the thoughts of others. Raph, on the other hand, wanted more than anything to be able to be with you anywhere and anytime he wanted to. This included your yearly New Year’s Eve party.

He promised it was all right if he didn’t see you until New Year’s Day, that you would celebrate with him then, but inside, it hurt. He wanted you to be able to have fun with your human friends, but he also wanted to celebrate with you. Luckily for him, Donnie was cooking up a temporary fix for that problem…


You buzzed around your apartment before the guests arrived, setting up drinks and snacks and setting the TV to the right channel. You set the party playlist and did some last-minute cleaning and whatnot. Soon, your friends rolled in. Some sat on the couch and watched the countdown to the new year, others danced in the middle of your living room. You flitted from group to group, trying to entertain your guests.

After a few hours, the doorbell rang. You were met with four new faces. Unfamiliar, but very handsome. And something about the colors of their t-shirts was slightly…hmm…no, it couldn’t be. Your quizzical expression got a few smirks and chuckles out of them. They watched the wheels turn behind your dazzling eyes.

“It’s almost like ya don’t recognize us, (Y/N).” Said the sandy-haired green-eyed hunk in the bright red t-shirt. He smirked at you with a look that was all too familiar.

Raph?” Your voice came out as a broken whisper. His handsome smile confirmed your suspicions. “What are you doing here? Like…this?”

“Couldn’t miss New Year’s Eve with ya, could I?” He wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer than he had ever been able to before. He could get used to this. “So, you got room for four more?”

“Come on in guys!” You led them inside. “Hey everyone, meet my friends Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and Leo!” your friends waved and smiled. The other guys went off to mingle with your friends, but Raph stuck by your side, his five human fingers interlocking with your own.

“Oh so this is the elusive boyfriend (Y/N)’s best friend has yet to meet.” Your BFF Lindsey walked up and shot you a playful glare. “I’m Lindsey. You must be Raphael.”

“I am. Nice to meet ya.”

“You better not break her heart, pretty-boy, or I’ll break you.” She threatened. Raph chuckled and offered a charming smile.

“No need ta worry about that. I love ‘er too much for that.” His green eyes fixed on yours, causing your cheeks to flush and a smile to grace your lips. “I’m a lucky guy.”

After you were done talking to Lindsey and introducing Raph to a few other people, Raph sat on the couch beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. He wasn’t used to being so small. You weren’t used to him being human. It was weird.

“This isn’t permanent, is it?” You asked quietly, one of your hands raking through his soft locks. Raph shook his head, preparing for your disappointment. You smiled softly and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Good.”

“What do-”

“This is nice -and handsome, don’t get me wrong- but it’s not you. I love you. Shell and all.” You blushed at what you were going to say next. Leaning into his ear, you whispered. “And if we’re being honest, I’m kind of in love with the way your scales feel against my skin and your height and your muscles and your green fingers and feet and your plastron and snout and basically everything. I’m in love with you, Raphael. Whether you look like this or that, I will wake up tomorrow and the next day and every day after loving you even more than the day before.”

He had never smiled so bright, kissing your lips, long and soft and gentle. You melted into it, hands framing his face as his hands held your hips. He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. His green eyes seemed to peer into your soul.

“I love you too.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “God, I love ya.”

Around you, the people watching the countdown began shouting the numbers as the minutes became seconds. And as the new year rolled in, your lips were on his once again. You couldn’t wait to spend another year with Raph.

Zach Werenski #2.3

Anonymous said: Hi! Your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you were going to do another part to the Werenski mini series? It’s soo good!

Anonymous said: Can you continue zach #2 imagine pleaseee

A/N: after getting so many other requests, i kinda put this mini series to the side but i couldn’t resist anymore and you sending guys me these request made it obvious i can’t stay away for too too long.. plus it’s still summer so who doesn’t love some summer love am i right???

Word Count: 1,516

This week at the lake flew by for you. Before you knew it, it was the last evening with everyone and you were trying not to pout too hard about it. Truthfully you were going to miss the simplicity of these summer days and nights with all of your best friends - and of course, your boyfriend, Zach too. 

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When I sat in the theater on July 15th and saw this magical little blonde introduce herself for the first time, I had no idea that she was going to change my life. I had no idea that she was going to help me see and embrace the parts of myself I had been most ashamed of. I had no idea that she was going to help me feel more comfortable in my skin than I had ever felt in 27 years of living.

I already wrote about how Kate has helped me finally feel at peace with the sad, quiet part of myself. This post is about how Kate helped me embrace the fact that I am, and always have been, a lesbian.

Growing up in a religious environment, as a child I thought “lesbian” was an adult sin I Didn’t Yet Understand. I didn’t know “lesbian” was being a 9 year old wanting to give a 12 year old a Valentine’s Day card because she was the most beautiful and captivating girl I’d ever met.

I thought “lesbian” was the slur that ruined Janice’s life in Mean Girls. I didn’t know “lesbian” was feeling pure bliss when my high school best friend would braid daisies into my hair.

I thought “lesbian” was two drunk girls pawing at each other while their boyfriends watched and another boy filmed it. I didn’t know “lesbian” was feeling my heart flutter every time I saw my college best friend, and wanting more than anything in the world to make her laugh.

I thought “lesbian” was a type of porn, a subcategory of “kinky”. I didn’t know “lesbian” was holding hands and suddenly, finally, feeling at home.

I thought “lesbian” meant seeing every woman as a piece of meat. I didn’t know “lesbian” could mean platonic physical intimacy, hugging a friend when she needs it because she’s a wonderful human and you’re a wonderful human and you care for each other as friends do.

In the last 2 months, I’ve cried and grown a lot. I’m still learning how to comfortably say the word “lesbian” out loud. To paraphrase Amy Poehler, I’m still unlearning a lot of what I’ve been taught to feel ashamed of. And in this journey, Jillian Holtzmann and Kate McKinnon are the role models I need. When I joke with my coworkers about being a “walking lesbian stereotype” (to see how they respond to the word) and my coworker looks at me and says “But you’re NOT, RIGHT?” and the only word that can escape my lips is “right.” When I come out to a friend and she seems cool with it but doesn’t ever hug me again. In these moments, Kate and Jillian are the role models who remind me there is nothing dirty or perverted or wrong with being a lesbian. I am not dirty. I am not perverted. There is nothing wrong with me.

Thank you, Kate, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being out. Thank you for being proud. Thank you for showing the world that lesbianism is as simple and pure and innocent as love is. Thank you for reminding me that lesbianism is about love.

Axl’s New Maid

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader
Words: 1589
Summary: ANON -  Ok so I LOVE your blog,I thought you’d be the perfect writer for this. What about a today’s age Axl,he’s off tour and lives alone in his big house,but you’re the new maid(pretty shy and reserved but hella charming) and he falls in love with you? 💕

[Y/F/S] - Your favorite song

A/N: I’m sooo sorry i haven’t updated any of my writings in ages. I just had lost my motivation on writing (okay probably just NSD) but i think i’m getting my writing routines back step by step.I hope you like this, anon!

Originally posted by getintheringgnr

I was walking towards the house where i was supposed to start working and this was my first day. I was pretty nervous. Really nervous, super nervous. I had been a maid to this other family before but then they moved to like New York and i didn’t have any job again. I hated the family anyway, they were super rich but really strict and i just spied how everybody just fought all the time. And i believe the parents both cheated on each other anyway without knowing.

I was now standing in front of a huge white house, it was massive. I was a bit suspicious about coming here, i didn’t know why. This was Axl fucking Rose’s house and he lived here all alone. I knew he was in a super famous rock band called Guns N’ Roses and i had to admit their songs were really great even though i didn’t listen to them so much.

I knocked on the door and had to wait for a while before anyone came to let me in but soon the door opened and revealed a familiar man’s face, a wide smile spreading on his face when he saw me.

”Hey, you must be Y/N,” Axl said and looked straight into my eyes which made me blush a bit and move my gaze quickly to my feet. He offered his hands which i gladly took, looking at Axl again. ”I’m Axl Rose.”

I was so nervous but i tried to put a brave smile on my face. ”Y-yeah, i know i ha-have seen you on tv,” i tried to stutter awkwardly, which made him chuckle.

”You don’t have to be so nervous, honey, i’m not gonna bite,” he joked and winked at me. I nodded and took a deep breath when he offered with his hand me to come inside. ”Come in, you’ll freeze out there. I’ll show you places.”

The house was unbelievable, i couldn’t believe how only one person could live in such a big house, alone. I, myself, lived in a really small apartment with one bedroom but i didn’t even count how many bedrooms this dude had.

When he had showed all the rooms this house had, we ended up back to the living room and sat on the couch. He turned to me and took a piece of paper from his pocket.

”So here’s your working schedule and all the other important crap you have to know, or whatever,” he said shaking his head and gave me the paper. He looked at his watch and got up quickly. ”Oh shit, i have to meet Slash quickly at his place,” he muttered under his breath and turned his head back to me. ”You can start tomorrow and go home to rest for tonight, i still need to show you a few things.”

I just nodded and gave him a little smile, which he responded to by giving a wide smile back.

A few weeks passed and everything went super great. I didn’t really talk with Axl otherwise than when he was giving me orders to do something but mainly i just lived in his shadows like all maids should do.

But then something happened what i didn’t expect first. After like, i don’t know, a month I actually became some kind of friends with Axl. I didn’t really know what kind of relationship we had but i had become much closer to him than with the former family i used to work to anyway. We didn’t hang outside my work at all but sometimes when i had a small break from cleaning and stuff we stayed chatting and joking around. First i was really awkward with him but after a while i managed to loosen up a bit when i was around him.

But then i started developing feelings on him. Real human feelings, like i haven’t had a crush on anyone since i left my ex-boyfriend Jeff in 2014. And i knew i had no chance on Axl anyway so i had tried my best to just kill all those feelings but it just didn’t work. He would never love such a huge dork like i am and he’d never date a 20 years old kid like me anyway. And i’ve seen his taste on women in the 80s and i didn’t look nearly so beautiful like those women.

I was taking a quick shower at Axl’s house, he wasn’t back at the apartment yet. He allowed me to use his shower and everything in the house when i needed, the last family barely let me use their toilet. After i had dryed my hair and body, i put clothes on and put my hair on a ponytail.

I went to clean couple of rooms i still had left for today before heading downstairs to the kitchen to get some snack. But when i turned around the corner i nearly had a heart attack when i bumped into Axl’s chest and almost fell on the floor but Axl managed to catch me.

”I-i’m so sorry Ax– i mean, Mr. Rose,” i stuttered hastily shaking my head and blushed. I still was never sure how i exactly should call him.

Axl just chuckled. ”It’s fine, Y/N. And how many times do i have to tell you to call me just Axl,” he told me smiling. Before i got to say anything, he took me by my hand and guided me to the kitchen. ”Um, i actually had to talk you about something,” Axl said, smile suddenly disappearing. He tried to avoid eye contact and scratched his neck.

My heart skipped a beat and i started already panicking a bit. Was he going to fire me as well? Did i do something wrong? ”W-what is it?” i stuttered. ”Haven’t i done my work well enough? Do you want me to leave? Look, i really really need money and i can’t lose my job again and –” i said, talking faster and faster but then got interrupted when Axl crashed his lips on mine.

He cupped my face with his hands and waited couple of seconds for a possible response before doing anything else. I was so shocked that i couldn’t move but soon closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck. I opened my mouth and he immediately put his tongue in my mouth and made the kiss more passionate. Axl grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Soon we separated from each other and just continued to look in each other’s eyes.

”I think i’m falling in love with you,” he whispered and waited for my reaction. I widened my eyes not believing what he had just said. ”But i understand if you don’t feel the same way, i could be your father for fuck’s sake and –”

”I love you too, Axl,” i interrupted him and smiled and he immediately smiled back at me.

”So, would it be a completely crazy idea if i asked you for a date?” he asked and offered his hand to me.

”I’d love to come to a date with you,” i said nodding my head chuckling. ”Just tell me when.”

”How about now? Do you have any plans for tonight and i assume you already finished your work?” he said raising his eyebrows and keeping the wide smile on his face.

I grabbed his hand. ”Well, tonight would be perfect. Where are we going?”

”To the dining room, i made dinner for you,” he said seriously but i just raised my eyebrows.

”Since when have you started cooking? I didn’t even know you knew how to cook,” i asked laughing but he just turned back to me, pretending to be offended.

”Hey, i know how to cook,” he told me but i still looked at him not believing what i just had heard. He opened the door to the dining room where the food was waiting and many candles gave light for us. I looked at all that surprised but really flattered how he did all that just for me.

”Wow, this looks amazing Axl,” i said and kissed him quickly again.

”Okay, well i didn’t actually cook them myself because we both know Gordon Ramsay wouldn’t be impressed at all of my cooking skills,” he said shaking his head and i just chuckled. ”But i ordered pizza and bought some hot dogs.”

We sat at the table and i looked at the food he had got for us. ”This is the most romantic thing any man has ever done to me i swear,” i chuckled and looked at him. ”I always prefer pizza over everything anyway, thank you,” i said smiling widely.

”I’m glad you like this,” he answered and put some music on and the first song was [Y/F/S].

”Oh my god, this is my favorite!” i exclaimed happily.

”Yeah, i made the playlist based on just your music taste this time,” he told me. Before i could say anything, he opened his mouth again. ”We’ve talked about music probably too much so i know your music taste perfectly well,” he said and winked at me, pouring water on his glass.

”Thank you, i love all of this,” i said smiling widely and grabbed his hand over the table.

After we had eaten the food we went to the living room, ate some popcorns and chocolate and watched a lot of movies until i fell asleep on his arms.

Turn x Legally Blonde Musical

Hewlett: so Mr Abraham Woodhull, this alleged affair with Ms Strong has been going on for..

Abe: 2 years

Hewlett: and your first name again is?

Abe: Abraham

Hewlett: and your boyfriend’s name is?

Abe: Robert


Abe: sorry I misunderstand you say boyfriend I thought you said best friend. Robert is my best friend.