and dance the whole night

anonymous asked:

PT1: I was a Harrie, I knew he wasn't a het & supported him because he took pride in who he was under the circumstances. However I HATED Louis. Couldn't stand him for just one reason, the fact that he was a homophoeb. I was never fully in the fandom, just kept tabs inn harry and with that you'd see the headlines of Louis. How he broke of a friendship because of gay rumors etc. nonetheless, funnily enough instead of meeting Harry I met Louis and I think I'll hate myself for what I said for the+

Pt2: Rest of my life… I was w my friends celebrating a bachelorette party in Vegas. In this high end club, as you have it Louis was there as well, & I was mad. He was there with his boys nursing drinks and dancing a little. I didn’t watch him the whole night because quiet frankly I was pissed (not to mention my friend was marrying her girlfriend) I went to the bar to order some more drinks & he did as well. He was right beside me & he smiled and asked how I was doing. I snorted right to+

To his face & said something along the lines of “horribly now that a homophobe is talking to me.” And let me tell you, his face literally broke, and my heart did as well , he stuttered and looked at me in shock. Instead of apologizing I said “I love your bandmate for making me feel accepted, you just let me feel isolated and bluntly said wrong.” . He was still so sad and just smiled and said ‘I’m sorry.“ & left. His drinks forgotten until Oli got them. Oli did stare at me and then sighed & +

Pt3: Said ‘don’t believe everything you read,’ . It sat wrong with me for the longest time until I started googling about louis Tomlinson instead of Harry and goddamn it, I had no clue he was forced in the closet, that he was stripped away from his very vibrant rainbow colors & if there’s a way i'all sell my soul to apologize. He deserves all the love and the fact that some think of him as I did breaks me. I’m now a Louie Harrie Larry yet I’ve got the softest side for Louis.  

Imagine it’s John Watson’s wedding. Sherlock has been looking forward to dancing for weeks. John makes a “no-homo” jab at Sherlock for teaching him, then leaves Sherlock to wallow in his loneliness.

Now imagine Sherlock shakes it off, finds Greg Lestrade – who also doesn’t have a date – and proposes they dance the next song together. Greg protests a bit, then says, “Well, I have to lead – I’m more comfortable that way” to which Sherlock replies, “That’s no problem, I enjoy either position”. Then they fall into step, join John and Mary out on the dance floor, the whole room has a collective laugh, and they enjoy the night as one big happy family.

You see, this is what it means to make homosexual innuendo. Something like this is what one would have to do to make that situation a joke.

What actually happened was Sherlock, after John made his “no-homo” jab, resigned himself to a life of loneliness, no longer being John’s choice of life partner, left the wedding immediately, bitched about it all online, and then dove nose-first into a dumpster of cocaine.

So when the writers say, “we never meant to make *that* show”, either they’re lying or they’re the shittiest writers on this planet.

The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

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Harry Potter Preferences - Part 7: Valentine’s Day

Draco: You would basically already wake up under a pile of presents. It’s not that Draco wouldn’t spoil you anyways, but on days like this he would go *slightly* over the top. Jewelry, flowers, chocolate and dinner at a fancy restaurant. You would’ve tried to tell him that this wasn’t necessary, but you knew he only ment good, wanting to show you that you deserve everything this world has to offer.

Sirius: Since he wouldn’t be that much into cheesy traditions, Sirius soon developed his own way to make this day special for the both of you. Every year he’d take you on a road trip, never telling you where you’d be going this year, but it would always be some kind of place that you wanted to visit for quite some time now.

Remus: Considering that Remus already had a thing for chocolate, you were the one that decided to visit a chocolate factory that offered guided tours. You loved the look on his face when his expression changed from surprise over confusion to basically sugar sweet excitement.

Neville: With Neville you would practically drown in flowers. He would not only give them to you as soon as you woke up, but it also became a tadition for the two of you to visit the zoo. It might seem childish to some people, but years ago you thought it would be a funny idea since both of you loved animals, which is why you just stuck to it.

Cedric: Both of you would enjoy classic, more simple activities that would allow you to focus on each other. Which is why Cedric would take you to a cozy little restaurant, with some prive space to dance afterwards. You two would spend the whole night talking, dancing and in the end just curling against each other when you arrived back home, not really needing a special day to show the other one how much you love them.

Fred: Fred would take you to a Quidditch game every year. Both of you were huge Quidditch fans and visiting those games on special occasions would remind both of you of the day you met. You would grab something to eat as well, but the bigger part of the evening would be spent laughing and cheering with thousands of other people.

George: Cheesy romance wouldn’t really fit with the two of you, which is why you developed a rather unconventional Valentie’s Day tadition. Every year the two of you would go to an ‘Escape Room’. Getting locked somewhere and having to solve all kinds of riddles to get out wouldn’t only be fun for both of you, it would also once again show what a great team you guys are.

Harry: Neither of you would really enjoy going out on Valentine’s Day, because the thing you enjoyed most would be each others company. This is why you would usually stay inside, cook together and afterwards some cuddling in front of the fire place.

fandomsnstuff  asked:

Key word: royalty au

thank youu! (note: I got very excited about this and couldn’t bring myself to stop, so here’s a ridiculously in depth royalty au for you! hope you like it! <3 )

Keyword Requests!

  • Prince Yuuri who is the most eligible bachelor in the whole world, but because it’s Yuuri he doesn’t believe it, and thinks his people see him as a useless and weak crown Prince. 
  • King Victor who has recently been crowned, and is being nagged by his uncle and adviser Yakov to find a partner already. 
  • The two meeting a few times at various important parties/diplomatic meetings, but Victor doesn’t really notice Yuuri, as Yuuri is shy and keeps to himself whilst his parents are still in charge. 
  • Yuuri admiring Victor from a distance, because he has this presence and class and kindness that he craves to have as a royal. 
  • At Prince Phichit’s insanely huge birthday bash (a masquerade, because obviously, that cliche is great), Victor and Yuuri don’t recognise each other. 
  • Yuuri asking Victor to dance, because the guy was being bothered by a bunch of people who’d worked out who he was, and basically they fall for each other there and then on the dance floor and spend the whole night together. 
  • Victor finding out from Phichit who Yuuri was after the first night, but Yuuri being utterly oblivious the entire time, and thinking he’d just be wooed by some cute young lord or something (Phichit had assumed Yuuri had already worked it out). 
  • Victor also assuming Yuuri knew who he actually was.
  • The two of them (still in masks due to Yuuri’s request as he was nervous) hanging out at Phichit’s ridiculous week-long celebration, and just being cute and swooning over each other.
  • Victor having to return to Russia, but asking Yuuri if he’d consider marrying him when he returned from his business, and Yuuri (still thinking this was just some lower aristocrat) saying yes, but not really believing it would happen. Victor takes this as an acceptance of his proposal, and goes home to tell Yakov he’s engaged. 
  • Victor turning up at Yuuri’s palace a month later because he was invited by Yuuri’s parents after Victor wrote to them apologising for not askign their permission first.
  • Basically just everyone assuming Yuuri knew what was going on, as they waited for Victor to propose, and Yuuri being a completely oblivious and clueless awkward mess who isn’t entirely sure why Victor is being so cute and super weirdly close to him, and thinking how similar he was to the man at Phichit’s party, but not putting two and two together even when they spend so much time together. 
  • Victor giving Yuuri a ring one night and apologising that it was late. Yuuri being totally caught off guard and extremely panicked and confused. 
  • The whole story coming out and both Victor and Yuuri screaming into pillows on the floor in embarrassment as everyone around them is just like “You two are fucking idiots, clearly you’re meant for each other”
  • And they lived happily ever after…

okay but Alana and Evan being friends in middle school though

  • Alana likes Evan because he’s one of the few kids that actually listens to her and she can tell he’s listening because even though he doesn’t say much during their conversations, the few things he says make it clear that he’s actually absorbing the information she’s telling him.
  • Evan likes Alana because she doesn’t mind carrying the conversation by herself and she notices things. Like she notices when he’s feeling especially anxious and she won’t mention it, she’ll just treat him like normal and give him half of her zinger because Alana is a good friend like that. She noticed that he didn’t have a pen in class once because he didn’t have a lot of pens to begin with but Jared asked if he could borrow the one pen Evan did have and Evan didn’t want to tell him no, so he let him take it, leaving Evan with nothing to take notes with, and Alana just kind of casually set her most favorite pen on his desk like it was nothing and got another pen out of her bag and went back to taking notes and Evan stared at the pen for a little bit before he picked it up and started using it. He gave it back to Alana once the class was over and she just smiled and said “anytime, Evan” 
  • After the pen thing, Alana starts sitting in the cafeteria with Evan instead of going off to sit in teacher’s classrooms or the library at lunch. They don’t talk much because neither of them particularly want to yell to be heard over the roar of the cafeteria at lunch time, but they do their homework together or they read their books together and it’s nice. It’s like they both have a friend, and that’s really more than they ever hoped for in middle school
  • When it’s Alana’s birthday, she finally has someone she can invite over that she knows is coming over because they like her, not because they’re just being polite, and Evan brings her a gift that’s super carefully wrapped with sharply folded edges and like two pieces of tape and he’s super proud because he wrapped it himself after forcing Jared to play a YouTube video on how to properly wrap things like ten times because he wanted to get it just right and Alana’s parents take a ridiculous amount of pictures of them together and Evan’s voice cracks when they’re singing happy birthday and he looks all panicked for about two seconds before Alana and her parents start laughing and he laughs too because this doesn’t feel like they’re laughing at him, it feels like they’re laughing with him and that’s kind of nice
  • On Evan’s birthday, Alana’s parents, Heidi, and the two of them drive out to the national forest that’s like a half hour outside of town and they eat store bought birthday cake in the picnic area and then Alana and Evan go on one of the trails and get more than a little lost and end up taking the four mile trail instead of the two mile trail and it takes forever because Evan keeps stopping to point out a certain tree he really likes or to climb up one because he insists that the forest looks way cooler from up high and Alana laughs at him when he trips over tree roots or slips when he’s climbing over a fallen tree and face plants in a bunch of leaves and Evan doesn’t mind because Alana laughing at him is different than Jared laughing at him–it makes him feel kind of proud, like he’s finally the type of kid who can make his friend laugh
  • They go to one of the lame dances the school puts on together because Alana likes those kinds of things and Evan stands awkwardly in the corner the whole time and Alana stays with him, content to spend the dance chatting with her friend and not making a fool of herself on the dance floor. She only forces him to dance once the whole night and it’s at the end, when everyone’s gone except for the clean up crew, and it’s awkward and it’s really just the two of them jumping beside each other, but it makes Alana happy and she won’t stop talking about how fun the dance was when her parents come to pick them up and Evan thinks it’s cool that Alana can get so much enjoyment out of jumping up and down for five minutes
  • Evan’s constantly at Alana’s house over the summer. She drags him along to all her summer activities–she makes him volunteer at the animal shelter with her and Alana doesn’t think she’s ever seen Evan as happy as he was when he got to hold one of the kittens and it licked his hand a little bit. She drags him with her to Bible camp even though his family isn’t religious and he wins a hat because he memorized the Bible verse of the day each day for a week because he thought that was required but apparently it was not, She forces him to come to the beach with her and her parents and Evan spends half the day refusing to take his shirt off and only takes it off near the end of the afternoon because it’s sopping weight and it’s starting to chafe. They make a sand castle that Evan promptly destroys by accidentally stepping on it and Alana throws a fistful of sand at him even though she’s not really mad, she was honestly kind of expecting it, and then Evan dumps the bucket of sea water he got to fill the moat on her head and things get real. The day ends with both of them covered in wet sand and Alana’s parents trying to figure out how to get them in the car without getting everything sandy

idk I just like the idea of Alana and Evan being lonely middle schoolers together

Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!

First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–

Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it. 

So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.

Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.


“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.

“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.

“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.

“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?

He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”

“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.

He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”

“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”

He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”

“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”

“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”

“Noble.” She sipped her water.

“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”

“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”

He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”

“No,” she said, her face hot.

“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”

“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.

“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”

She blushed. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”

“Our first date.”

The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”

“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”

“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”

They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.

“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”

“Bad strange?”


“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.

She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.

Something felt different. “Whoa.”


“Your rings.”

“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”

“No, I know. I meant the other two.”

“What about them?”

“They’re different.”

“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”

“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”

He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”

“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”

“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”

“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”


“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”

She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.

God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.



“Let’s go have our wedding night.”

BTS when you beg them to show you the new choreography beforehand but they can’t

Kids, thank you for celebrating Hobi’s birthday so well, I’m very proud of everyone <3 Are you hyped for the mv tomorrow? And I’ll try to reblog some pictures/videos of the concert as well tomorrow night :*

All gifs belong to their rightful creators = owners (see urls right under the gifs as always :*). Please support each other and BTS well! 

Al eonni loves all 1115 of you <3 

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Jin: [insert gif: shows you a “tiny preview”]

You: “I’m sure you just made that up. That’s not part of it, am I right?”

Jin: “Kekeke sorry~ It really isn’t~ Be patient for a bit longer, okay?~”

Originally posted by missbaptan


You: “Oppa, for real, can’t you just show me what the new choreography will look like once? I won’t tell anyone, promised~”

Yoongi: “[insert gif: starts explaining quietly, not looking into your eyes and pouting a bit so you’ll go easy on him] Ahh I know, baby, but Bighit made us promise not to show anyone so … if I make one exception now …”

Originally posted by yoongishappiness


Hoseok: [It tortures him a lot that he can’t show it to you just yet~]

You: “Oppa, what about the new choreography? You went practicing it again today, didn’t you? I know you did~”

Hoseok: “[insert gif] Ah … baby … I can show you everything, everything else~ Just not that one~ What do you want to see instead, huh? I’ll dance for you the whole night to make up for not being able to show you the new one yet~ Just tell oppa~ What do you want me to dance for you instead?”

Originally posted by kuromel

Rap Monster

You: “But you even showed me the song beforehand! Why not the choreography? It really doesn’t make sense [insert pouty you]”

Namjoon: “[insert gif: some smart ass explanation why it doesn’t make sense to only show you his part because it’s a complicated choreography that only makes sense when all seven members are involved]

Originally posted by diaprimaveral

Jimin: feat. you as Hobi

I kind of couldn’t decide at first whether Jimin would suffer from it like Hobi or whether he’d tease you, but I went with the first option~ 

You: “[pouty like Hobi] You treat me like just any other fan, you know, it’s so mean. I can start stanning another group any time and stop caring about my boyfriend’s activities and-”

Jimin: “[insert gif: backhugs you~] Don’t be stupid, _______~ If Bighit would’ve let me, you’d have been the first person I’d have shown it too, okay?”

You: “[still not satisfied]”

Jimin: “[holds you more tightly~] Don’t be sad~ You are most important to me~”

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


You: [try aegyo just to get him to show you a bit of the new dance~]

Taehyung: “Omo! I almost got weak just now~ You’re too cute~~”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


You: “[pouty and whiny] Kookie, please~ Please, please, please~ Show me something from the new choreography :(”

Jungkook: [insert gif: teases you by imitating your pouty face, almost cracks up though] 

You: “Jeon Jungkook, you little brat! Don’t make fun of me :/”

Jungkook: “Ah~ Just wait one more day, okay? Only one more day~~~”

Originally posted by tiredkook

When the Houses team up to host parties...

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw: You cannot breath for the amount of weed. Everyone is stoned into oblivion, having conversations about philosophy and the nature of humanity that basically all conclude that Humans just need to chill out.

Slytherin and Hufflepuff: The birthplace of all relationships—the whole night is just people dancing and snogging, that’s literally it, and it’s glorious, beloved by pretty much everyone. Really good snacks. 

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor: Everything is a competition, there will be at least a dozen dance-offs over the course of the evening, which almost always ends with twister.

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor: Invariably results in creative vandalism—there will be a 20ft mural graffitied somewhere in the school the next day, an no, no-one has the slightest clue how they managed it, but everyone will insist it’s Clever and Edgy and probably a Statement.

Ravenclaw and Slytherin: So sophisticated, so stylish. These are cocktail parties, and you either dress up or look like a total twat. You have never seen so much winged eyeliner, nor any so sharp.

Slytherin and Gryffindor: A mess, not for the faint hearted—it’s go hard or go home. So much alcohol, so many poor life choices made. Do Not open any closed doors, you really don’t want to see what they’re doing in there. At least three people end up in the hospital wing, without fail.

Dating Christoffer Schistad would include...

Originally posted by alvrmorata

  • You probably were fuck buddies first.
  • And then, unexpectedly, he started to get serious?
  • Introducing himself to your parents and wanting to go on proper dates kind of serious.
  • But you were still a little unsure of dating him because of his fuckboy past.
  • Being extremely grateful you gave the boy a chance.
  • He’d totally take you out AT LEAST two days a week. 
  • Because he likes to show you off (he’s extremely proud of being your boyfriend).
  • Hanging out more with your friends than his. 
  • But you still like the guys and hang out with them on certain occasions. 
  • He’s really into cuddles.
  • And he’s totally the big spoon. 
  • Because he loves to hold you in his arms.
  • He’s a protective boyfriend (but not controlling).
  • You’re always holding hands.
  • He often suggests you guys coordinate outfits.
  • You once wore his Penetrator hoodie when you were having a lazy day, but he made you take it off (no matter how many times you argued that it was comfy) because you mean so much more to him. 
  • “Please don’t wear it. It means something much different from what we have. You mean so much more to me.”
  • He likes to make breakfast (even if he’s not a really good cook).
  • You totally listen to music while making out.
  • He is a big fan of PDA.
  • He’d hug you from behind and kiss your cheek, or peck your lips, or even full-on make out with you if he ever feels like it, no matter where the two of you are. 
  • You’d always blush because of it.
  • And he smiles because he thinks it’s adorable.
  • “You’re adorable when you blush. Well, you’re pretty much adorable all the time, but even more when you blush.”
  • Singing in his car.
  • “Play some Maroon5, I feel like singing.”
  • Sad movie marathons.
  • And him not even trying to hide the fact that he’s crying.
  • But also reality shows. He loves to watch reality shows.
  • He buys you flowers almost everyday.
  • You guys go partying really often.
  • During said parties, he never leaves your side.
  • And you two are probably dancing the whole night long.
  • Taking care of him when he’s drunk.
  • Which is a risky task because this boy gets SO horny when he’s drunk. 
  • “Come on baby, you’re looking so beautiful right now -” “No Chris, you’re drunk.” “So what? That won’t make it any less enjoyable.”
  • He’d try to be a nice, supportive boyfriend and help you study.
  • But let’s be honest, he proposes stuff like “I’ll quiz you, and every time you get the question right, I’ll take off a piece of clothing”.
  • And you don’t get any studying done ;)
  • Running your hands through his hair when laying down in bed. 
  • Him peppering your face with kisses. 
  • He pays so much attention to you - what you do, what you say… he knows you like the palm of his hand.
  • So when you’re having a bad day, you don’t even need to tell him. One look at your eyes and he knows everything he needs to know.
  • He’ll pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and whispering soothing words into your ear.
  • He’d pick you up at school and kiss you so passionately he knocks the air out of you (and he’s totally aware of the way everyone is looking at the both of you - and he enjoys it).
  • You’re the one person he really opens up to - ‘cause he knows he can be himself and you’ll love him the same. 
  • You guys say “I love you” to each other every day.
  • Because you each mean absolutely everything to the other.

There were Christmas parties, and then there were Xavier’s Christmas parties.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you still accept prompts but can you write a fic about Nesta making Cassian jealous on purpose before the bond snaps into place (they're mates, I refuse to accept any other option)? Thanks :)

Here you go anon! A short drabble of these two at Rita’s and finally realizing the bond between them.

Rita’s was packed with fae in celebration of winning the war. Hybern was defeated and would eventually fade into a horrible memory. He no longer had his clutches in the future the dreamers worked for.

Because that’s what the fae and humans were. Beings that sought to live a life worth living and obtain what they desired from it.

Which is why Nesta was tired of holding back. For most of her existence she kept her feelings bottled inside. Then she died and was remade into a fae. A second chance was given to her and she fought every second to make sure Hybern and his army did not take away the hope of a better tomorrow.

And tomorrow had finally arrived. Elain was laughing with Lucien who was obviously head over his two left feet for Elain as they danced on the floor. Other members of the Inner Circle greeted other guests and exchanged words accompanied by smiles.

Nesta caught Cassian near the bar talking with a few female fae. If the pouting lips and fingers reaching to touch Cassian’s arms weren’t clear enough then the inviting smiles the females gave him made it evident what their intentions were.

It made Nesta sick to even watch. Her stomach boiled and her face flamed in either rage or embarrassment.

But why should she be embarrassed? It’s not as if Cassian was –

She slammed the thought down. Weeks before the final battle Nesta had subtly dropped hints to Cassian that her feelings of loathing toward him had shifted into something she was afraid to verbally admit.

Their banter had always made them passionate since fighting with words and fists was what they knew best. Except overtime Nesta had found herself becoming more of a comrade than an adversary. And that in turn transformed into an unknown feeling that Nesta couldn’t quite understand.

Love felt to weak a word for what made her chest ache. As if there was a thread pulling her closer to Cassian. Trying to answer a question that Nesta never knew to ask.

Nesta monitored Cassian closely over the past few weeks and noticed that he too warmed up to her. But he didn’t react the way she did. As if he wasn’t being tugged by an unseen string that would go taut and loosen at random moments when Nesta would think of him.

Right now it felt as though that warm thread was cutting into her heart. It hurt every second she saw those females touching Cassian.

She jerked her head away from the sight. No longer bearing the will to see if Cassian would turn toward her.

What would if have done if he saw her staring?

Shakily Nesta went to the other side of building. As far away from the wrenching site behind her as she heard Cassian’s familiar laugh drift to her ears through the crowd.

Gritting her teeth Nesta stepped onto the dance floor in the hopes that the music would drown out Cassian’s voice. Suddenly an arm bumped into her and she was sent stumbling into someone’s else arms.

“Are you alright?” A male voice asked.

Nesta adjusted herself to stand upright, but the man kept his hands on her forearms to make sure she didn’t fall again.

“I’m fine,” she bit out. “I never imagined a dance floor could be so dangerous.” Her sarcastic tone was not lost to the man and he laughed at the statement. It was a bellowing laugh that probably the whole of Velaris could hear, but it wasn’t rude. Not if anything the fae on the dance floor seemed to think the laugh was infectious and gave smiles of their own.

“Mind if I have this dance?” The male asked smoothly.

A million thoughts ran through Nesta’s head. She could have swore that a pair of eyes were watching her from behind, but she paid no heed.

If Cassian wanted to have his own fun with twittering females on his arm the whole night then Nesta could dance with any fae she pleased.

“Of course,” Nesta replied and took his hand. Immediately they were in the midst of the dancing crowd. Bodies pressed up against Nesta to the point where she felt uneasy when an arm brushed her back or close to her breasts when she moved to the beat.

The whole time dancing though the male stuck close to her. He would give her suggestive glances on occasion. Perhaps he thought he get lucky tonight and have a tumble in the sheets with one of the Night Court’s strongest warriors.

But Nesta kept sneaking glances back at Cassian. Wondering if had already left with any of the fae females that surrounded him.

Yet all she saw was Cassian staring intently at her from the bar. All the females had scattered at some point during one of the songs Nesta and the other male was dancing to.

His hand gripped the glass of his drink so tightly it could shatter at any moment. His mouth was set in a rigid line that Nesta knew meant he was pissed.

Right now Nesta was not in the mood for pissy males. If Cassian was upset with her then he could talk to her. Not just stare moodily and expect Nesta to walk up to him.

In a graceful turn she undid the clasp in her hair to let the long strands down in waves of gold. She laughed at the weightless feeling and danced with abandon.

And then the thread to her heart ripped her from the moment and made her freeze on the dance floor. She felt compelled to follow the burning path that was clearer than it ever had been before.


Her head shot up and there was Cassian with his mouth gaping open. In shock or awe Nesta was unsure. Perhaps both. She was sure her face mirrored his as the bond between them snapped into place.


She sent back softly. Unsure if he felt the same thing. 

His eyes widened. As if he heard her with ease over the loud noises filling the air. He stood up from the bar stool and strode to her. Anyone in his path cleared the way as he made his way out onto the dance floor until he was standing in front of Nesta.

His hand tentatively reached for hers and tugged her away from the onlookers. He snarled at anyone who got too close.

Before Nesta knew it they were out on the street and walking toward the bridge.

“Cassian wait,” Nesta pulled him to a stop. Her chest heaved with every breath she took to fill her lungs with oxygen. She doubted it was from the dancing and their near jog to find a more secluded place.

Slowly Cassian turned to face her. His eyes shone in the dark as if flickering embers swirled in them.

“Nesta,” he said before wrapping his arms around her. His embrace was warm and Nesta found herself sinking deeper into it. Her face on his chest and he leaned down to press his nose at the column of her throat. Inhaling deeply and shuddering at her scent.

“Nesta,” he whispered over and over again into her skin. His lips caressing each time he spoke her name as if it was his salvation.

Unspoken words were made clear that night in each other’s arms. And through the newly discovered mating bond they revealed their love for each other. A love they felt the other didn’t return until now.

And so they made their way back to the House of Wind to celebrate the rest of the night in the privacy of their own rooms.

anonymous asked:

How about s/o being happily married to Gabriel and is devastated by his death and about a year later Reaper confronts them, hoping that s/o will want him back? A lot of emotions and NSFW (not non-con) please.


There was never a time that you were happier than when you became Gabriel Reyes’s spouse. You were used to all the time he spent working, always waiting for him to come home with open arms and a smile on your face; happy to help him relax at the end of a frustrating day. 

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first date headcannons


- nervous sweating

- constantly rubbing his palms down his thighs

- looking at you often and smiling to himself

- gets ready 2 hours before he goes and picks you up

- nErVoUS cHuckLinG

- “is it hot in here?”

- blushing when you call him out for being nervous 

- ends with him walking you home and receiving a kiss on the cheek than skipping all the way home


- picking flowers from other people’s gardens

- his hands will remain in the pockets of his jean jacket for most of the night

- not really looking you in the eyes

- knee bouncing

- starts the night off with slow conversations 

- which later turns into lots of laughing and genuinely getting to know each other

- walking you home but still being as nervous as he was when he picked you up


- picks you up in his car that he washed and cleaned just for you

- picks you up 30 minutes early

- triple checked to make sure that there wasn’t any chocolate cake on his face

- went to soda for advice

- smiled when he saw you walking out the door and thinking,’how did i get this lucky?’

- buys you a milkshake 

- buys your whole mean even though you protested for 10 minutes

- telling you funny stories or jokes just to see you smile

- driving you home 

- meaning to kiss you on the cheek but you turning to thank him and ooOo


- smiling the WHOLE night you’re with him

- taking you dancing

- but you’re kinda shy bc he’s good 

- helping you out

- laughing more than dancing

- dancing pretty close to each other

- ending the night with sore feet but all giddy


- walking to your house

- checking you out often

- not really being nervous but anxious because he really wants this to happen again

- jokes, jokes, jokes

- complementing you on your laugh

- and your hair

- and your clothes

- paying for both of you

- after you say something that makes him laugh him shaking his head and smiling

- rolling your eyes at a few vulgar things he says


- asking darry for advise because you are a little out of his league

- even though he has been on a few dates, this is the one is the one he has been the most nervous for

- asking ponyboy how he looks five times before leaving to pick you up

- lots of nervous giggling on both parts

- still being nervous after the ice was broken

- not letting you pay even though you protested

- driving you home

- walking you up to the door step

- “can we go out again soon, please?” 

- nodding and kissing him before going inside and sliding down the wall wondering wtf just happened 


- picking you up almost an hour after he said he would

- explaining why but you don’t really fall for it

- cracking jokes to make you forgive hum for being late

- complimenting you on your appearance

- being really chill about paying for the cokes even though you told him three times how thoughtful it was

- actually putting a little effort in looking decent for you

- although he wants to act like he doesn’t care, he was a little nervous before

- asking you two questions about yourself before talking about new york

- walking you home 

- “so are we doing this again of what?”

Prom with Mark!

Originally posted by nctinfo



  • ok so idk how long or short this is gonna end up but
  • let’s just go w it
  • anyways
  • so prom w mark huh
  • afjhejkhfjh after he asked u to prom he was so happy and just :”)))
  • ok but he was kind of like r l l y stressed bc he wants to look perfect for u and it’s just so !!!!
  • but he’s got his friends to help him so
  • bye on the day of prom
  • jaemin and jeno made him get up so early agjhgjrh
  • they all masked their face and took care of their hair and they also made sure their nails looked good
  • like pls they gotta look great
  • mark would bring roses to u
  • and he would have hired a limo tbh bc like,,,everything needs to be perfect????
  • obviously ur shook ajgehgjh
  • he’d hand u the roses and take ur hand in his and probably kiss the back of ur hand
  • “ah u look rlly beautiful,,”
  • he thinks u look like a queen and he’s :”))
  • ofc u gotta take pictures too
  • the pics u took r so beautiful like holy shit
  • reminder that mark only asked u to prom but he hasn’t asked u to be his gf yet :-)))
  • anyways
  • the prom itself was sm fun and mark was so sweet throughout the whole night 
  • u both danced a lot together and rlly enjoyed urselves
  • mark forgot tho that the limo was supposed to pick u two up at 1am 
  • and it was already 1:30am by the time u two finally left the party :”(
  • but ofc mark isn’t going to let u go home alone and told u that he’ll walk u home
  • listen,,mark was so quiet while u two were walking
  • u kno why
  • bc the way the dimly lit street lights shined down on ur face was just so,,wow to him
  • ajfhzjhfzj he’d be staring at u the whole time
  • and you’d be like “is there smth wrong,,?”
  • he just blushed and shook his head and looked away
  • it was kind of cold tho outside
  • and u were visibly shivering from the cold
  • so mark took off his jacket and made u wear it
  • by the time u two reached ur house it was already 2am lmao
  • ajhjfhe u two stood there in front of the door
  • both just smiling at each other
  • and mark’s like “i had a great time”
  • u just nod bc like,,,shit he’s even more handsome from up close
  • dude he’s suddenly leaning in tho and obviously ur !!!!!!!!
  • before his lips meet urs tho he mumbles
  • “can i kiss u,,?”
  • afjhjhgjrh u cant do anything but nod 
  • bye his lips feel so soft on urs
  • and the kiss was so short yet sweet and u just :”)))) internally crying
  • ajhghrjghr after he pulled away he said goodnight and bye u were still blushing
  • he waited till u got inside tho and then left
  • probably screamed into ur pillow when u got to ur room
  • and mark’s smiling the whole time while he’s walking home
  • it was a gr8 gr8 night :”))))
  • <3
  • the end
  • i think