and he smiles brightly in an absolute 'yes'

Some of you are saying that the citizens of Hasetsu probably think Viktor is just Yuuri’s eccentric foreign boyfriend and I cannot say how much I agree.

“What a nice young man,” says Tamura-san, who used to run the fish shop in town and now usually sits beside the register and chats with customers while her grandson rings them up. She was born before ice skating was declared an Olympic sport and has absolutely no idea who Viktor Nikiforov is. 

“Yes, we’re very glad to have Vicchan staying with us!” Hiroko says of Viktor, who’s standing behind her cradling fifteen pounds of tuna and smiling brightly at Tamura-san. 

“How good of you to follow Yuu-chan home after he graduated!” Tamura-san continues, about ten decibels louder than she needs to. Tamura-san is about 87% deaf in her old age, but nobody has the heart to tell her so. “You must love him very much!”

Viktor, who has no idea what she’s just said to him but who heard Yuuri’s name, just blindly says, “Oh yes!” and grins even brighter. 

“Have you seen Viktor Nikiforov?” demands a rabid paparazzo of some poor fisherman just trying to do his job.

“Who?” asks the fisherman, frowning at the lens of the camera. 

“He’s tall? Foreign? Silver hair?”

“You mean Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend?” says the fisherman. Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend had run by ten minutes before with his poodle in tow, European synth pop blasting so loud from his headphones that it could be heard for a full minute both before and after he ran past. The fisherman doesn’t exactly know where Katsuki-kun found that guy, but he looks at Katsuki-kun like he hung the stars, so the fisherman can’t blame him.

In the end, he tells the paparazzo to go the opposite direction of the one he just saw Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend go.

A girl from Hasetsu graduates high school the summer Yuuri returns from America and is inspired by his experiences to go to college in America as well. She arrives in her freshman year dorm room and is greeted by a poster of Viktor Nikiforov hung up by her roommate.

“Why do you have a picture of Viktor?” she asks, bewildered. Viktor is wearing a pair of black slacks and a bright pink shirt unbuttoned almost to his navel.

“Oh, you know who Viktor Nikiforov is?” her roommate asks, excitedly.

“Do YOU?” the girl asks, incredulous. Viktor is known to her as “That foreign guy that followed Yuuri back from America when he came home” and also as Viktor-Who-Puts-Jam-In-His-Tea-Like-Who-Even-Does-That. Certainly not as Viktor Nikiforov, Five-Time World Figure Skating Champion and definitely not as Viktor-Who-Deserves-To-Be-On-Someone’s-Wall.

Come October, Viktor has started introducing HIMSELF to people as Viktor I’m Yuuri’s Boyfriend. While half of Russia reads articles about Figure Skating’s Living Legend, a sleepy town in Japan wakes up every morning to Yuuri’s Boyfriend Viktor wheeling through town on his bike with Yuuri and Their Cute Dog.

Viktor loves Hasetsu.

Stranger Things: The Byers and The Tramp

Jonathan Byers Imagine

Prompt: Imagine being popular and being Jonathan’s girlfriend

Warnings Adult Language Does not follow the plot of “Stranger Things”

Point of view: The Reader’s POV

I slammed my locker shut as I listened to Nancy rambled on about Steve.

“Nancy why don’t you just fuck him already” I smirked as I watched her blush madly, her tuck a piece of hair behind her before rolling her eyes.

“(Y/N) seriously” she groaned as she shoved my shoulder lightly “a relationship isn’t all about sex. It’s about the small things he does for you to tell you he loves you”

“Yeah like fucking you senselessly” I giggled as I pushed her slightly, she groaned softly before pushing me back

“So you and Jonathan must have sex a lot?” Nancy questioned as we moved down the hall, I shook my head softly

“No actually, he hasn’t laid a finger on me, a quick kiss is all I get” I commented as it was my turn to blush, of course I’ve had sex but it was quick lasted no more than 2 minutes. The douche always hypes himself up saying “he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen”, then it feels like nothing.

“Maybe he’s waiting for the perfect moment” Nancy giggled as she turned in front of me

“Maybe he’s a virgin” I stated rolling my eyes at her comment, she sighed softly before smiling brightly as her eyes were fixed behind me.

“Here comes the virgin Romeo now” Nancy giggled as I peered over shoulder noticing that Jonathan was moving down the hall. “Go Sluttie Juliet!”

“Nancy!” I gasped as I shoved her harshly, a laugh escaping her lips as she pushed me towards him.

He fiddled with his camera as he smiled at me

“Hey baby” I smiled as I tried kissing him but he moved his head down instead.

“Hey (N/N)” he shyly stated, I giggled softly before grabbing his face forcing him to look at me, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. His face redden as he watched me for a second “Um- I-I- we’ll see the thing is– my– mom wants to meet you”

“She does?” I questioned as he scratched the back of his neck, he nodded slowly

“But I understand if-”

“I’d love to meet her Johnny boy, and that adorable little brother of yours” I smiled

“Really? You wanna meet them?” He questioned as his face contorted in surprise

“Your my boyfriend, of course I wanna meet them” I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his neck, as I pressed my head against his, so he would look me in the eye.

“G-great. Um dinner is tonight at 7” he smiled, I bit my lips softly before nodding in agreement as I pulled back. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek for rushing off.


I had to admit I was nervous, I really did like Jonathan he was different than the other boyfriends I had. He was sweet, caring, and took my feelings into consideration.

I didn’t want to screw up meeting his mom and brother.

What if she hates me?

What if she thinks in a slut?

I groaned softly as I banged my head against the steering wheel. I pushed myself out of the car as I slowly walked up the steps to the house. A loud bark pierce the air causing me to squeal lightly. I rung the door bell a couple of times as the more barks filled the air.

A group of boys answered the door, the all watched me for a moment

“She is real” a dark skinned boy stated as he touched my stomach pulling back quickly.

“She’s very pretty” the other said but this one was missing his two front teeth, but that didn’t stop him from looking adorable.

“I’ve seen pictures of her before Johnny has them in his room” another stated, they watched me slowly, I offered a small smile in which they all returned.

“Who was at the door?” I heard Jonathan scream as he appeared at the front door. “Guys let her in”

The parted slowly as I stepped in, I giggled left my lips.

“Hey baby” I smiled as I started I kiss him but was cut off by gasping.

“She called him “baby” meaning that they are dating” the toothless boy commented as he walked in between us. I glanced at Johnny as a blush fell on his face

I bent down as I watched the boy, I kissed his cheek before offering my hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” I smiled, he grabbed his cheek before looking at the other boys. He backed away slowly as he gave me a toothless smile. “I think I broke him”

“She’s pretty and funny too” the dark skinned boy commented as he examined for further

“Who was at the door?” A female calls, I stood up quickly spinning around as I saw his mother. “Oh wow!”

She smiles brightly as she looked at me

“You are absolutely beautiful” she commented as she gave me a quick hug “I see you meet the boys”

“Yes, they are very observant” I smiled, she nodded quickly as she looked back at the boys.

“Well come on boys” she clapped as she ushered them into the room. “Clean up this game you have going on”

“I’m Dustin!” The toothless boy called out as he gave me a smile, I smiled back at him.

“She is right you look beautiful” I heard Johnny say, I turned around facing him.

“Thanks, you don’t look half bad yourself” I giggle as I wrapped arms around him.

“We have an audience” he spoke as he flicked his head towards the opening, I peered over my shoulder seeing the boys watching us.

“She just can’t be real” Will commented “I mean, my brother dating her”

“Come on Johnny boy, I’m starving and I think your brother and his friends have a whole bunch of questions for me” I giggled


“How did you meet my brother?” Will questioned

“In Photography class” I smiled as I remembered the memory so fondly. “He was nerdy boy who always had a camera”

Johnny laughed softly before pushing my shoulder lightly as he blushed softly

“Let me get this straight” Lucas stated “You’re dating Byers”

I laughed loudly as I studied his expression, As I nodded slowly to his statement.


After endless questions about me and adorable baby pictures of Jonathan, dinner was finally over.

I peeled off my jacket as I threw on a chair in his room. I peered over my shoulder as I still heard him talking to his mom downstairs. I grabbed the photos that laid on top of his radio.

They were of me, dozens. Pictures that I didn’t know he took. Pictures of me smiling, pictures of me making faces, pictures of me sleeping in class, pictures of me in his room.

How did I not see him taking all these pictures of me.

“You weren’t suppose to see that” I heard his voice behind me, I blushed softly before placing them back down.

“But I did” I spoke softly wondering how many more he has taken “w-when did you take all those”

“I-I- whenever, moments with you were just to precious to just keep as memories, I needed prove a reminder to know that you are real. That someone like you is dating me" he spoke, I smiled softly. “Are you mad?”

I spun around quickly as I watched him for a moment.

“How can I be when you say stuff like that?” I spoke “That was the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me”

He blushed softly as he looked down. I walked over to him, he looked up at me for a moment, without any thought or second of regret. I crash my lips to his, my hands running through his hair.

This moment I knew that I was in love with him. He was a shy, socially awkward boy but he was perfect for me.

“I love you” I whispered against his lips, the words so foreign to me as I spoke them

“I love you too” he smiled as he picked me up, tossing me on the bed. I giggled softly as I pulled him down with me. “I’ve always loved you”

Yugyeom Imagine - V App

A/N - I feel like it’s been absolutely ages since one of my lovely mutuals @datyugyummy requested this! Sorry it took so long to get done but I hope you enjoy it regardless~

I’d like to request a Yugyeom one shot (who would have guessed? 😂) where he and the reader go on the V App for the first time together as a couple and make either a cute lil live stream or make a more mature, slightly smut suggestive one. Doesn’t really matter, I leave that up to you ^^ That’d be awesome 😍

It had been about two weeks since you and Yugyeom had gone public. The main reason had been partly because of the dating ban but also because you were unsure of how the fans would react. So far, nothing too bad had happened apart from the odd sasaeng fan who claimed that Yugyeom had ‘changed’ since he started dating you even though you had known each other and been together for a while before you went public. But today, Yugyeom had planned to do a v app livestream where he properly introduced you to the fans as his girlfriend. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You were scared the fans wouldn’t like you, even though Yugyeom had reassured you so many times that if he loved you, then all of his fans will too.

You were both in his room in the dorm setting up the phone to start the broadcast. Yugyeom had the phone while you sat there, feeling the nerves build up. 
“Yes, jagiya?”
“What if the fans don’t like me?”
“I’ve already told you, love. They will absolutely adore you just like I do,” he replied, gently tapping your nose and smiling at you cutely. He then clicked the button to start the broadcast, making sure you were out of sight so he could surprise the fans. 
“Hello everyone~ As you can see in the title, I’ve got a special guest with me today,” he said, smiling brightly into the phone camera. His eyes flickered across the comments people were leaving and he giggled. “No, it’s not one of the members~ This person is very special to me and none of you have met them yet.” You were playing the livestream on your own phone just so you could see the comments and noticed a lot of them were asking ‘is it your girlfriend?’ and ‘will you finally show us your girlfriend?’
“Ah, so many of you guessed it! Yes, my girlfriend is here today. Jagiya, want to come here?”

You shuffled closer to him so your face was now on screen and the fans could see you. The comments surged with a lot of positive messages saying how pretty you were or how cute you looked together. 
“Want to introduce yourself, jagiya?”
“Yes, hello everyone! I’m (Y/N), Yugyeom’s girlfriend. Please don’t get too jealous~” You said laughing as you watched the comments move up the screen. They all seemed to like you so far and there were very few negative people leaving messages.
“So if you guys want to ask us any questions then we’ll answer them for the next 10 minutes or so,” Yugyeom said, smiling at you before turning back to the camera. 
“Yep, ask us anything you want! We’re just in the dorm waiting for the other members to come back with food,” you explained to the camera.
“Someone asked which members are in the dorm. Apart from us two it’s just Youngjae hyung and Jaebum hyung. One is playing video games and the other is sleeping, can you guess which one’s which?” Yugyeom asked teasingly, making you laugh.

The two flew by quickly as you answered questions about how you both met, what your first date was like. A lot of fans were asking you what Yugyeom was like as a boyfriend and when you told them how lovely, sweet and caring he was, he just blushed and hid his face in his hand from embarrassment. 
“Jagiyaaa you’re ruining my manly reputation!”
“You can’t ruin what was never there, Yugy.”
“Wow my own girlfriend doesn’t care about me,” he said, going all cute and pouty for you. Giggling, you poked his cheek and softly kissed his nose like he often did to you which only made him blush even deeper. The sounds of the other members arriving home interrupted your cute and teasing antics. They all came in to say hi to the fans and tell them they were stealing you both away so you could eat. Once Yugyeom had ended the livestream, he said to you, “I told you the fans would love you. They couldn’t stop saying how cute you are!”
“I’m glad you were right and that they aren’t too mad I’ve stolen their favourite from them,” you replied, smiling as you leaned in to kiss him softly.
“Can you two save the cuteness until you’re alone? Some of us are trying to eat over here,” Jinyoung interrupted, giving you both death stares. A deep blush quickly covered your faces as you realised you weren’t actually alone. Yugyeom leaned in to whisper in your ear. 
“Don’t worry, when we’re on our own, I’ll be as cute as you want me to be.”

kiss me through the phone

↳ Genre: Fluff | ↳ Word Count: 1.3k | ↳ Characters: Jeno x Reader: | 

↳ Summary: hello! could you write smth where you and jeno keep having the longest skype calls together until like one in the morning and it gets really sweet bc u start saying things that you admire about each other or smth (it can be friendly or like where you’re dating whatever you would like) and yeah haha thank you so much!!!

↳ Author’s Note: THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG IM SO SORRY ANON IM SO SO SORRY I HOPE YOU DONT HATE ME,, Also happy (belated) birthday to nct’s eye smile king 

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She’s Your Daughter

Request: Could you do a Bellamy Blake x reader where she is in the bunker with octavia and the rest of the people. When Octavia is talking to him over the radio (at the start of the season finale), the reader talks to him and says goodbye and tells him she loves him. But the radio gets cut off before she can tell him that she’s pregnant (she just recently found out). when they come back to earth Bellamy sees she has a five year old girl that looks like him and calls the reader mom and then he realizes?

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

“Is that Bellamy?” Octavia looked up from the radio, quickly wiping away the tears that had previously threatened to fall from her face. You gave her a sympathetic look, smiling softly as she nodded, “yeah.”

“Do you mind if I speak with him?” You asked hesitantly. Walking forward, you sat beside her in a chair, turning to look at her. She had really grown a lot in the past few months and you were proud of her, smiling as she nodded, you gave her a soft thanks. “I’ll leave you to it.” You smiled gratefully at her, watching as she walked out of the room.

With a shaky voice, you pressed the button and whispered; “Bellamy?”

“Y/N?” His staticy voice come over the radio, smiling immediately at his voice you sniffled. Five years. Five years you’d be separated from him and there was absolutely nothing you could do but wait. “Is that you?” 

Laughing lightly, you nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see. “Yeah.”

A breath of relief echoed over the radio, “I was hoping i’d be able to talk to you.”

“Me too.”

“You stay safe okay?” Bellamy said after a second of silence, despite the relief of being able to talk to him one last time, it didn’t hide the everlasting thought that you’d be away from the love of your life for five years. You didn’t even know if the rocket would work, and you didn’t know what you’d do if something happened to Bellamy. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head of all those negative thoughts and instead, smiled. “I will. And besides, with Octavia the new commander, i’ll be fine. Hey, Bell?”


“I’ll keep her safe okay?” You reassured, already knowing he was probably worried for her.

“Thank you.”

“You stay safe too.” You said, a tear falling down your face. With a shaky breath, you whispered; “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Bellamy replied, his own voice coming out in a shaky whisper. You heard him laugh, “may we meet again.”

“Wait, Bellamy.” You called, stopping him from saying goodbye. You heard him reply, signalling you to continue, taking a deep breath you steeled yourself. This would be difficult to tell him, knowing that he would even be there to witness it. But you needed to tell him, you needed to. “I’m pregnant.” Static sounded, and you turned to the computer monitor, confused as he glitched out. Panic rose within you, and pressing keys, you tried to fix it. “Bell? Bellamy?”

You heard nothing, sobbing you held your stomach. That was the last time you’d ever hear his voice and you hadn’t even prepared yourself. Placing a hand on the small bump on your stomach, you looked up. “May we meet again.”

“She’s in here.”

Bellamy followed the direction of Octavia’s finger, walking through the darkly lit hall. “And Bell?” Stopping, he turned around to the direction of his sister, the sister he hadn’t seen in six years and took in the sight of her. She smiled at her brother, already knowing what he didn’t and the surprise he would find when he walked through that door. “Say hi to her for me.”

Bellamy’s brow furrowed, confused by his sisters term but shaking it off as just an odd gesture Bellamy took slow steps towards your room. Six years off the ground and everything was different, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen something other than the ark walls. It was like coming down the first time all over again.

Faintly, Bellamy heard soft, childish giggles. He narrowed his eyes, baffled at the sound of a laughter that wasn’t yours. It was girl but it was too high-pitched to be yours. Or did he really loose of sense of connection to you?

He reached your door soon enough, and with a shaky hand Bellamy reached up to the knob. He didn’t turn it, instead pausing as he realized this would be the first time he’d seen you in six year. Would you be different? He definitely looked different, there was no denying that.

Steeling his nerves, Bellamy twisted the knob, opening the door. 

“Sweetie, come here.” He heard a soft, woman’s voice order. He opened the door completely, finding you but with your hair longer and your face slightly more aged. His eyes fell to a smaller child hiding behind your legs, a toy in her hand as she hid behind your leg. Bellamy’s wide eyes fell onto your own. 

Your mouth opened in shock, a hand falling to your mouth. “Bellamy?” You asked, relieved. “Bellamy, is that really you?”


“Mommy, who is that man?” The little girl behind your voice ask, turning to look up at you curiously. She bit on the toy she held in her hand, her small hands grasping the whole of the toy. Bellamy’s confused eyes fell on you, and with a hint of betrayal, he stared down at you.

“Mom?” He asked.

You smiled brightly, you’ve been waiting for this moment for six years. “Bellamy, meet your daughter, Lia. Lia, meet your father.” Bewilderment filled Bellamy’s gaze as he opened his mouth to say something, but fell short in absolute shock. 

“Daddy?” Lia screamed, running forward. Bellamy hesitantly kneeled down to the little girls height, her arms immediately falling around his neck as she squeezed tightly. Bellamy’s hand hovered over her back, scared to hurt her as he stared at the ground in bafflement. “Mommy tells me bout you all the time.”

You walked forward, a hand falling on your daughters head, you smiled down at Bellamy. “i’m guessing you didn’t get my message.”


“I tried to tell you, that day on the radio, but it cut off before i could.” Bellamy straightened out, bringing Lia up in his arms. She hugged him tightly, and with a bright smile, the brightest smile he’s had in six year, he hugged you tightly.

“I love you so much.”

The Lonely Tree (Part 8)

Word Count: 1062 (wow okay)

Summary: Your forget your coat but are blessed by the presence of a human space heater.

Warning: Language, little bit of name calling (is that a warning? I don’t even know)

A/N: I’ll just be over here crying and taking finals… But I go home Friday and then I can catch up with the requests and release things more often YAY!!

Catch up here!

Originally posted by mcavoys

You spun around lazily in your desk chair, staring at the time on the lock screen of your phone until it finally read 5:00. It wasn’t that you disliked your job, it just got really, really boring when you inevitably finished all your office assistant related tasks thirty minutes into your two hour shift.

As you moved around the office turning off lamps and tidying up, you felt the cold radiating from the windows and let out a harsh curse. You had forgotten your coat again. The sweater you had been wearing may have been fine under the afternoon sunshine, but, thanks to daylight savings, the sun now set while you were at the office, meaning the temperature had dropped at least ten degrees.

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[[ Request: A tig imagine where you are his wife and it’s your last month of pregnancy and then labor. Also how he is with the baby ]]

“Wow,” Gemma commented as you walked into the clubhouse. Her eyebrows raised as she took in the sight of you. “You look like you’re about to pop, momma.” 

You laughed and placed a hand on top of your ever-growing stomach. “Yeah.” You nodded your head, a small smile spreading across your face. “I’m due to pop any day now, actually.” 

Gemma shook her head, a knowing smile working its way onto her lips. “I remember those days,” she said, patting the seat on the couch beside her, signaling you to take a seat. “I was twice your size when I was pregnant with Jax.”

You sat down, slowly and deliberately. It took you a while to get comfortable thanks to the baby currently taking up half of the space in your abdomen. You were in your last month of pregnancy, and you couldn’t wait to meet your little bundle of joy. This was your first kid. You had opted to let the sex of the baby be a surprise. You didn’t want to know until the day of. For you, the element of surprise was just another thing to look forward to. He or she would be your old man’s third kid, but he hadn’t really been prepared to be a father the first time around. This time, he was going all in, and he couldn’t wait for the opportunity to actually be a dad.

Gemma sighed and smiled as she watched you look lovingly down at your stomach. “They grow up fast, baby,” she told you. “Make sure you enjoy ‘em while they’re little.” 

“Hey, baby,” Tig’s voice greeted as he walked into the clubhouse. His face had broken out into a smile the moment he laid eyes on you. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head. “How’s my favorite girl?” 

Your old man had been nothing but the best ever since you had found out you were pregnant. He waited on you hand and foot, despite your protests and insistence that you weren’t helpless. He was so excited about the baby, and all he wanted was to be there for you and your growing family.  

You beamed up at your husband. “Huge,” you responded, a playful smirk on your face. “And it’s all your fault.” 

Tig grinned proudly. “Damn right it is.” 

Gemma rolled her eyes, but you didn’t even notice. You were too filled with joy to care what anyone else thought.


“Gemma!” you yelled, your voice shaky and unsure. You had been filing paperwork for Gemma in the TM office when suddenly you began to feel strange. You couldn’t say with one hundred percent certainty, but you were pretty confident that your water had just broken. 

Gemma rounded the corner into the office as quickly as she could. She could hear the panic in your voice from a mile away. “What?” she asked, her eyes wide as she walked in and took in the sight of you. 

You stared at her, eyes wide and full of excitement and fear. “I think my water just broke.”

Gemma cocked her head to the side and grinned. “Then let’s get you to the hospital, mom.” 

You nodded your head quickly, trying your best to catch your breath. You were terrified, though you would never admit to it. You had been waiting months for this moment, and now that it was finally here, you were scared. 

Gemma walked over to you and took you by the hand. She flashed you a warm, soft smile as she lead you towards her SUV parked in front of the TM office. “It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart,” she told you, nodding her head reassuringly. “Promise.”

You sucked in a deep breath and nodded your head again. You knew Gemma was right. You were ready for this baby, and everything was going to be just fine. Gemma helped you step up into the SUV. You sat heavily down in your seat, one hand resting on your stomach. You let out a deep, shaking breath as you felt one of the first of many contractions shoot through you like a wave. Then, you realized something.

“Shit.” You turned to Gemma as you sat in the front seat, your seatbelt stretched tight to fit around your pregnant belly. Gemma was in the middle of buckling her own seatbelt when she looked up at you, a confused look on her face. 

“What, sweetheart?” 


Gemma’s face fell. “Shit.”

The guys were all gone on a run. They had left early that morning, and they weren’t supposed to be back until later that night. 

“I’ll call him, baby,” Gemma told you. “It’s okay. He’ll be here.” 

You shook your head. You felt tears begin to sting behind your eyes. Tig had told you that morning they would be in an area where cell reception was spotty as best. You had no idea where they were, and now you were worried. What if Tig didn’t make it in time for the birth?

Gemma took out her phone as she pulled out of the TM lot. You watched as she dialed Tig’s number, hoping to yourself that some way, somehow he would answer. 

Your face began to fall as you listened to the line ring again and again. Tig wasn’t going to answer, and you were going to have to do this alone.


“It’s okay, baby,” Gemma said, her voice encouraging. She gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “He’s gonna be here.” 

Gemma said the words convincingly, but you both knew she didn’t really mean them. You were lying in your hospital room, still waiting on any word from Tig. Gemma had left him a voicemail, but you had no way of knowing if he had actually gotten it yet. You were already dilated 8 centimeters, and your doctor had told you it wouldn’t be long until you were at 10. You let out a loud, frustrated sigh. You had a bad feeling that Tig wasn’t going to be there.

“How are we doing in here?” You looked up as your doctor walked into the room, a friendly smile on her face.

You faked a smile, trying not to think about the situation at hand. “I’m okay.”

The doctor smiled. “Good.” She crossed the room. “Let’s see how far you’re dilated, okay?” 

You nodded your head, turning your attention to Gemma as the doctor examined you. You could see the look of sympathy on Gemma’s face, and you knew exactly what she was thinking. She knew Tig wasn’t going to make it. You both did. You had gone into labor, and he was miles away and hadn’t even gotten the call. You were scared and disappointed, but you also felt bad for Tig. You knew how much he was going to hate missing this moment. 

“Well,” the doctor walked to the side of the bed to look at you, “You’re at 10 centimeters, Mrs. Trager.” She flashed you a smile. “Looks like it’s time to push.” 


“Push!” Gemma shouted. You were squeezing her hand so tight, you were sure you would break it. “You’re doing great, baby!”

“The baby’s crowning,” the doctor stated. “Keep pushing, Mrs. Trager!”

You let out a loud, deep groan. You had never felt a pain like this before, and you just wanted it to be over. But more than anything, you wanted Tig.

“Push!” one of the nurses encouraged. “You’re almost there, darlin’.”

You bared down and pushed as hard as you could. Suddenly, the door to your room flew open. 

You looked up to see Tig standing in the doorway, blue eyes wide and curly hair wild. One look at him told you he had just gotten Gemma’s message and had rushed to get there in time. He glanced around the room, realizing he had made it just in time.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, a wave of relief washing over you at the sight of your husband. “Finally.” You groaned and threw your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut tight for a moment to try to stomach the pain. You held your free hand out. “I need you, Tiggy.” 

Tig quickly crossed the room and took your hand in his. “I’m here, baby girl.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’m here.”

“Keep pushing,” the doctor said, “You’re almost there!”

You gave one last push, and suddenly the room was filled with the cries of your newborn. 

You let your head fall back on the pillow, letting out a deep, shaky breath. Tig leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “You did so good, baby.”

The nurse swaddled the baby and walked over to you. “Would you like to hold your son?” 

Your eyes grew wide and you quickly looked to Tig. His blue eyes were as wide as yours, and they were sparkling with tears just begging to fall. “My son?” he asked, his voice shaking. “It’s a boy?” 

The nurse smiled brightly and nodded her head. “Yes, Mr. Trager.” She glanced to you. “And he’s absolutely perfect.” 

You looked up at Tig, whose face was now streaked with a few stray tears. “Can- I can hold him?” he asked. 

The nurse nodded her head. “Absolutely.” 

Tig watched breathlessly as the nurse placed your son in his arms. His tears began to fall faster now, streaking down his cheeks as he watched the baby. He couldn’t believe that after waiting nine long months, your son was finally here. And he was more perfect than you or Tig could have ever imagined. 

“He’s so perfect,” Tig cooed. He looked up at you, every emotion running through him at once. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the beautiful little life he held in his arms. He shook his head unbelievingly, knitting his eyebrows and biting his lips to hold back tears. “He’s so perfect, Y/N.” 

You let out a happy sigh, wondering how you had gotten so lucky.


“He really is perfect,” you mused, gazing lovingly at your newborn son sleeping peacefully in your arms. 

“Yeah.” Tig nodded his head. “He is.” He ran a finger over your baby’s tiny hand. “I’m so glad I didn’t miss that,” Tig said, smiling down at the two of you. “You did so good, babe.” 

You took in a deep, calming breath as you looked down at the infant in your arms. “I was scared you wouldn’t make it,” you admitted. “Gemma’s great and all,” you paused and looked up at Tig, “But she’s not you.” 

A smile spread across Tig’s lips. He leaned over and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate, loving kiss. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” 

ask-sensitive-bendy  asked:

Hmmm...*smiles brightly* you l-look handsome!~ I f-find your presence quite l-lovely and y-you are an amazing d-demon!~ *whispers* O-oh wait! N-no! I w-wanted to say something e-else....Oh! Y-you are terrifyingly devilishly h-handsome!!~ *tail wags*

“Amazing, yes.” Dark combed his hair back with his hand to enfaze what he just said “handsome, absolutely.” he smirked smuggly. “lovely..” he frowned “not so much”

Valentine’s Day | Teen Wolf Preference 

a/n : this one doesn’t have any gifs because i’m a lazy ass hoe :)

S C O T T -

 Scott McCall was, of course, the sweetest boyfriend on the face on the Earth. Every single day with him was wonderfully romantic… when you weren’t both fighting for your lives, that is. Valentine’s Day was definitely no exception to that rule, and he was even more sweet toward you than usual. 

 “Morning baby,” he smiled, just as your eyes were fluttering open from a long night’s rest. You had been settled comfortably in his arms that whole night, and the moment he had woken up he had pried himself away from you in order to get everything set up. You stretched, sitting up with a yawn and rubbing your eyes. “How’d you sleep?” 

 “Good, good,” you grinned, leaning against his headboard as he held up one finger in a signal for you to wait. Before you could ask, he was already presenting you with an overly large bouquet of red roses, and a large box of your favorite candy. He flopped back down on his bed, beaming at you, clearly proud of what a fantastic job he did. “Aw, Scotty, thank you so much, babe!” You squealed with excitement, pulling Scott in for a hug. 

 “Anything for you, Y/N,” he replied easily, leaning away from the hug for just a split second in order to place a gentle, soft kiss on your lips. “We also have dinner reservations at seven, so we can just lie on our asses all morning, right?” You laughed, nodding enthusiastically. Scott pecked you on the forehead before crawling back underneath the covers, wrapping you back up in his ever so warm embrace.

S T I L E S - 

 Stiles was still a bit awkward when it came to lovey-dovey type situations. For example, Valentine’s Day. He wanted to make the day as special as possible for you, since he had overheard you explaining to Lydia and the rest of the girls that this was your first time spending the so called “holiday” with a boyfriend. He was quite flattered that you had picked him, of all people, to spend it with, but had absolutely no idea how to make the day special. 

 He actually spent majority of the night before researching what the hell to do today. He could barely scrape enough money together to pay for a large thing of fries from McDonalds for him and Scott, let alone enough to pay for a nice, romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant for the two of you. Obviously he was buying you chocolate, since you ate it all the time anyway and you loved the ones from those pretty, velvet heart boxes. But, he had been at a loss for anything else until he stumbled across a picture on Instagram. It was like the lightbulb went off in his head and, after texting you a profusely long paragraph about his adoration and love for you, he began setting up. 

 When you arrived at the Stilinski household that night, dressed comfortably in a cute pair of sweatpants like your boyfriend had instructed, he answered dressed in almost an identical way and looking rather nervous. He greeted you with a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek before shyly leading you into his bedroom, which he had set up perfectly. 

 He had clearly changed the sheets and cleaned up, so the room was almost spotless. He had his laptop set up at the foot of the bed with the disk port propped open and a stack of DVD’s on his nightstand. There was a pile of blankets on the bed as well, along with your favorite chocolate and all other candies that you and Stiles would regret scarfing down when you woke up in the late afternoon tomorrow. His face was flushed red, and he was staring at you with a nervous look. 

 “I- I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do, but I remembered that you kind of just love staying in, so I figured this would be perfect.” You dropped your bag onto the floor, wrapping your arms tightly around Stiles’ slender torso. He breathed a sigh of relief into your hair, smiling while you kissed him firmly on the lips. “I take that as a yes?” 

 “Yes, of course. Thank you, Stiles. I love it,” you beamed, taking his hand in yours. When you weren’t looking, he pumped a victoriously fist in the air. Thank the freaking lord. 

I S A A C - 

 You expected to be absolutely miserable this Valentine’s Day. 

 Your boyfriend was in Paris, the city of love, and you were in Beacon Hills, the city of dangerous monsters that wanted to murder you. Isaac was in a completely different time zone as you, so there was basically no way of telling when one of you would be awake or sleeping considering your sleep schedules were eternally screwed and had been for quite some time now. He hadn’t been able to text you all day because his phone had broken just the night before and he was getting it fixed, and you had sat alone on the couch all day like a loser because your boyfriend decided it was a good idea to just up and leave

 You sniffled as a knock on your door sounded through the house. It wasn’t your brother, Scott, because he was with Kira all day. And it wasn’t your mom because she always picked up extra shifts at the hospital during Valentine’s Day so she wouldn’t have to sit at home and mope all day, like her daughter. You groaned, not wanting to get up from the spot that you had already gotten so damn comfortable in. 

 “Who is it?” You called, the tone your voice carrying a slight whine. When there was no answer, you groaned louder, sliding off the couch with great annoyance. “Ugh, alright alright, I’m coming…” You grumbled. Couldn’t people understand that not everyone was out with their partners right out, and some people just wanted a night of alone time to wallow in their self pity? You yanked open the front door, about to tell off whoever was at the door until you noticed you were not only face to face with an actual chest, but the person, the very familiar person, at your door was shaking with laughter. When you titled your head up, you were met with Isaac’s crystal blue eyes that were bright and happy gazing at you with intense love. 

 “My pretty lazy girl, I missed you so much,” he sighed, taking your face in his hands and bringing you in for a kiss. You had to stand your toes, and even then he had to release his hands from your cheeks to hold your waist and lift you back up so your lips could meet his like they were meant to. The way they hadn’t done in so, so freaking long. “So God damn much,” he mumbled against your mouth, practically dragging you inside so he could make up for all of that tragically lost time; time that would be forgotten in the matter of an hour. 

L I A M - 

 The award for shyest boyfriend ever had to go to Mr. Liam Dunbar, who actually despised the fact that he was so timid and nervous around you. Even though you had said yes to being his girlfriend nearly a month ago, he was still an anxious little kid around you, always stumbling over his words and blushing brightly at every smile you flashed him. His pledge for the night was to go on an actual date with you, without acting like a total idiot. But the moment you showed up at his door, looking absolutely stunning, every plan he had ever made washed away completely. 

 “I- um, wow, holy crap. Y- you look, so, so…” he struggled for words, a blush creeping up his neck. “Beautiful, you look beautiful.” He clarified in a mumble, glancing down at his sneakers and scratching the back of his neck. You giggled, your own blush coating your cheeks in a way that Liam thought made you look even more gorgeous, whereas he looked like a lovestruck idiot. 

 “Thank you, Liam. You look very handsome yourself,” you smiled, taking his outstretched but slightly sweaty hand in yours. He was just so adorable, so flustered, and it made him all the more cuter. 

 After a half hour of awkward small talk that made Liam feel both embarrassed and uncomfortable, he took you aside, knowing his face was going to be permanently flushed by the end of the night. “Look, I’m- I’m really sorry I’m so lame. It’s just… you’re so pretty and so out of my league and you already make me really happy… and I’m just an idiot who can’t hold a conversation without blushing and stuttering. I’m sorry.” 

 “Liam, you’re not an idiot at all.” You told him, shaking your head and intertwining your fingers again. “I think you’re very, very sweet, and you make me really happy. You’re just a little shy, and to be honest, I am too. I just, hide it a bit better, I suppose. But really, don’t apologize. This Valentine’s Day was the best I’ve ever had, even with the cute stuttering and adorable blushing.” 

 “You think it’s cute?” 

 “Very, very cute.”

T H E O - 

 Theo wasn’t very good at expressing his deepest emotions. He was… an angry guy, always at his breaking point, easily annoyed, quick to yell or scream. He was mad for power, that was no secret. But, despite all that, he was even crazier for you. With every beat of his heart, he adored you, loved you, wanted you for so many things other than a simply physical relationship. He loved you with his entire soul, and he was shit at expressing that, even on a day such as Valentine’s Day; a day meant for expressing your love for your family or friends or your significant other. 

 Or, in his case, hopefully soon to be significant other. 

 The one possible way he could ever express how much he loved you without screwing it up was to write you a letter. An old fashioned, hand written letter with his heart poured out all over the pages. He wasn’t afraid to get cute, either. He was going to write down every single thought he had of you, all the reasons why he loved you so much, why he was right for you, how he knew you loved him back but you were terrified of saying anything because that was just who you were, and how much he respected that. 

 He wrote down every thought, every feeling, every ounce of love with just his pen and paper. His pen ran out of ink, he needed three new pieces of paper because there was so much to write, but in the end it was all worth it. He watched you read that letter with rapt, watched your beautiful eyes light up and tear up and sparkle all at the same time because of him, and he knew the four hours he spent laboring over it to make that damned thing flawless was worth it. As soon as you threw yourself into his arms, your eyes watering, he knew it was all worth it. You were exactly where you wanted to be, and you had to admit, finally being in his arms felt completely and utterly right.

anonymous asked:

How do you think a movie night with the companions would go? Like maybe one of them found a working pre-war projector/tv and they all got together to see one of sole's favorite films they managed to salvage

Yes! Another reaction finally out! And just in time to avoid a butt-kicking too! Hope you guys enjoy :)

MacCready: At first MacCready shows only a casual anticipation for Sole’s very first movie night; he smiles his trademark half-smile and congratulates his friend on finally getting the Starlight movie projector to work. But soon enough, after only five minutes, MacCready is fully engrossed in the movie, and for the remainder of the film he sits perched on the absolute edge of the ratty, scavenged, front-row theater chair, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. The images on the screen reflect off of his glassy blue eyes, and one could’ve easily believe him zombified if not for the small smiles, frowns, grunts, and twitches of his brow he makes at certain pivotal turns in the story: that, and his habit of harshly shushing everyone whenever he can’t hear the actors over his friends’ general ruckus. At this everyone collectively rolls their eyes, quiets down for five minutes, and then inevitably works themselves back up to full volume. After finally giving up on watching the movie in peace, MacCready settles for fuming in his seat with a pouting face. Sole apologetically pats his back while desperately masking their chuckles. They’re really bad at it though, and earn a few jokingly scathing glances from the mercenary.


So drawn into the movie, MacCready doesn’t notice Sole carefully pluck his hat from his head and put it on their own. They then partner up with Deacon, who supplies Sole with an unbelievably bottomless supply of popcorn kernels and fancy cake crumbs to strategically place into the crevices of Mac’s jacket and hair. After successfully sugarcoating the mercenary, Sole finally uses too much pressure trying to slip an entire strawberry Fancy Lad snack cake down the back of his shirt. Upon the realization of his tasty state, MacCready hooks an arm around Sole’s neck and pulls them to lie down on his lap and shakes all of the snack bits from his person onto their face. They squeal and paw at the shower of confectionary rejects until MacCready grabs their wrists and ruffles his hair right on top of them. Ha! No more practical jokes for Sole! But that’s fine; they enjoy it when MacCready starts playing with their hair much more than covertly hiding snacks on him.

Danse: As much as Danse protests pre-war frivolity and excess, he’s admittedly very curious as to the moving picture Sole plans to play for them tonight. He’s never seen one before, and can imagine the excited jealously of his squad mates back on the Prydwen. He picks a seat in the middle, remembering that at some point in his life he heard the advice that, contrary to popular belief, the middle rows had the best view. Settling in with only a can of purified water and some snacks that Sole had insisted on (which he eats only to sate them), he quickly begins dissecting the movie. Some of the characters baffle him, especially when they base their decisions on how they feel instead of on solid ideals backed up by concrete logic, and he openly complains when actors make the tactically unintelligent choice of hiding in a closet or under a bed. No easy exits, and little to no cover: it’s no wonder they get caught. Nick chuckles lowly at Danse’s comments, and Deacon grins somewhat snidely to himself whenever a concept passes over the soldier’s head. To Sole however, Danse’s astute observations are admirably adorable, and they agree with him every time if only to encourage more of his innocuously unaware commentary.


Sole, having already seen the movie, soon falls asleep sitting up, and slowly, slowly they slump over onto Danse’s arm. The soldier goes rigid for a moment, then relaxes and lets his head lean on theirs. He grabs one of their hands and soothingly rubs circles on the back of it with his thumb. He thinks he could get used to watching movies if this is what they entailed. Maybe there is something to that pre-war excess and frivolity, and that something is Sole.

Nick: Ah, Nick hadn’t experienced the simple joy of movie-watching in years, and neither has he wanted so badly to taste freshly popped kernels of corn and the bubbling tingle of Nuka Cola. Appreciatively he reclines in the back row of seats, right ankle resting across his left knee, and he’s sharing a pair of cigarettes with Hancock. The flashing screen brings old memories rushing to the surface: those of when the Old Nick took Jenny to the movies, only to watch the silver light shine across her smiling cheeks. It was well worth every penny, and he never once went to a movie he didn’t enjoy. Talk about satisfaction guaranteed! A small grin decorates the synth’s old face, and he’s glad to know the old dog experienced at least a few enjoyable moments in his life before biting the big one. When Sole leans over and asks, “Why are you smiling Nick? This is a sad movie.” He simply replies, “Sad? I’ve never been happier in my life!” And it was the truth.


When they first sit down, Nick drapes his thick trench coat across Sole’s shoulders in his ever gentlemanly fashion. Sole is quick to wedge themselves in the crook of Nick’s arm and presses a cold nose to the inside of his shoulder. Humming contentedly, Nick spends more time admiring Sole’s face than the screen while absent-mindedly playing with strands of their hair. The soft, silver light from the screen frames Sole’s cheeks mesmerizingly, and he can’t look away. Nick would pay a lot of caps to see that face again and again. Good thing Sole didn’t charge, or he’d be as broke as the Diamond City elections. At the end of the movie, he carries a sleeping Sole back to their bed and tucks them in. Sleepily Sole grumbles and asks, “Did you enjoy the movie Nick?” He smiles. “I sure did sweetheart. Had the best seat in the house.”

Hancock: Hancock pops some mentats before the show so he can focus in on the movie. Feeling the most relaxed he has in a while, Hancock lets his muscles unwind as he slouches into his seat, one arm draped lazily over the back of a vacant chair beside his. In his other hand, he cradles a softly smoldering cigarette between two fingers: a little token of charity from good ol’ Nick. During the flick, he chuckles here and there in his graveled voice, and Sole hears the occasional and soft “What?” from the ghoul as the plot takes an unexpected turn. As the movie comes to a close, Hancock wonders if he could innovate something like Starlight’s silver screen into Goodneighbor; “movie nights” would be great for community building and give his patrons a chance to experience a bit of the good life.


Wow, throwing popcorn at someone had never been this fun. Sole can’t stop giggling as they send small buttery projectiles bouncing off the ghoul’s cheek. Since he’s completely zonked out on mentats, he can only bat at the popcorn about a second too late and give belatedly amused smiles. He doesn’t turn to confront them. Instead, he hooks his arm around their neck and pulls them over to lie in his lap. He chuckles slowly and victoriously, running his fingers through their soft hair, and the focus boost from the chems enhance the silky feeling between his roughened fingers. Soon the sensation lulls Sole to sleep, and Hancock  enjoys the rest of the movie in popcorn-free peace.

Deacon: Sole almost regretted sitting next to Deacon; what an obnoxious person to watch a movie with, constantly digging his elbow into their ribs to whisper fake spoilers for a movie he’s never even seen. Not to mention that he laughs, unrealistically loudly and with a mouthful of snacks, at even the tiniest of jokes. Piper almost had a conniption fit whenever he accidentally sent bits of snack cake flying into her hair after a particularly funny bit of comedic relief, which he vehemently claims to be MacCready’s fault, even though the mercenary’s sitting on the front row. But, at a few key moments in the show, Sole can look over at Deacon’s eyes, ones that aren’t hidden by his sunglasses at this angle, and see the true joy radiating from him. These old world stories with their old world endings made him smile wider and laugh harder than Sole had ever seen before, and they can’t help but think that for once, the emotions he’s expressing are genuine, unadulterated, and very Deacon.


Never put it past Deacon to use the classics. That dork totally pulls the fake yawn trick, and does so very conspicuously at that. Sole rolls their eyes but snuggles into his side anyway. To his other side, Deacon raises a victorious fist while bowing his head and hisses out a small “Yes!” Sole laughs and slaps him on the  chest saying “We were already together stupid! You don’t have to sneak your arm around me.” He chuckles and pats their head. “Just keeping things fresh. Wouldn’t want you getting bored of me, now would I?”

Preston: Preston smiled the entire time, even during the moments where the big and brightly flashing movie startled him. Quirkily he kept glancing back at the projector building with shining eyes, lips slightly parted in awe, absolutely amazed that something so tiny could create an image so large. He leans over and asks Sole things like “Could people really go and see these every day?” or “How did they capture the images on that machine?” Sole chuckles and answers his questions to the best of their ability, whispering out of respect for the rest of the movie-watchers. Preston always responds with a humble “Wow,” and then sits back with his newfound knowledge and another layer of respect for old world ingenuity.


Watching Preston watch a movie is almost as entertaining as the movie itself. Sole sits with their chin perched on the heels of their palm, smiling idly at the wide-eyed wonder-boy. It takes him a while, but the minuteman catches them staring, and his grin widens. His cheeks darken. “What are you staring at Sole?” He chuckles. They sigh. “You.” Preston lets out a very manly giggle and leans into his opposite shoulder, tipping his hat over his face. “Aw, but you’re gonna miss the movie Sole.” He insists. Sole shakes their head. “But if I watch the movie, I’ll be missing you.” Gee, was it hot out there, or was it just him?

X6-88: Watching a show with X6 convinced Sole that the courser could’ve made it in the old world as a hard-boiled movie critic. X6 stared intensely at the screen, arms crossed, lips up at one side before switching to the other in a clear expression of judgment. At particularly disappointing moments, the courser lets out a condescending hum before commenting along the lines of “That was stupid,” or “He got what he deserved,” or “She had it coming.” Sole, half annoyed and half amused, would challenge his criticisms with the simple question “Why?” and then listen to him lecture them on the finer points of common sense. He stops when he realizes they’re giggling. “What’s so funny?”


Irritated with Sole’s incessant questions, X6 finally puts a gloved hand over their mouth. Indignantly Sole licks his hand. “Are you seriously licking me?” He asks with a slightly disgusted tone. “You don’t know where that’s been.” Sole shrugs before taking off his glove, and then proceeds to lick his bare palm. He recoils. “Quite frankly sir/ma’am, that’s disgusting.” “You’re disgusting.” Sole quips. X6 smirks. “You have no idea.”

Piper: Piper is all in. She lets the movie take her on a wild, emotionally distressing rollercoaster ride, and at intermittent intervals she stands up,  yelling “No!” with fists clenched in the air, or sits hunched up while audibly biting her nails, or leaning forward in anticipation chanting “Yes, yes, yes!” Sole echoes Piper for the fun of it. It’s almost as entertaining as the show itself, and is supremely distracting. Thankfully she chose a seat closer to the outside of one of the rows, but that didn’t stop MacCready and Cait from yelling at her to sit down a shut up. Piper just blew air through her lips, but compromised by sitting down while mumbling complaints under her breath about certain peoples’ lack of passion.


As the movie moves into its final scenes, Piper begins losing steam. Gently her head lolls to the side, and eventually she ends up leaned against Sole’s shoulder. Codsworth brings by a blanket for the couple to use, and Sole takes it, thanking Codsworth and wrapping the blanket cozily around themselves and Piper. Sleepily Piper leans her head in to softly press a kiss to Sole’s neck. “Thanks Blue. Was getting a little chilly over here.” “No problem Pipes.” They end up falling asleep in the seats, and no one has the heart to break up the love fest. Instead they wake up to the sun rising over Starlight’s majestic silver screen.

Curie: Curie watches with simple amazement up at the moving pictures. The light glitters spectacularly off of her nearly unblinking eyes. Throughout the movie, Curie postulates theories about the future of the plot, and Sole frequently has to raise their eyebrows at the surprising amount of plot twists she called out before they happened on screen. Luckily for everyone else, the petite scientist speaks quietly enough for them not to hear. As the final credits roll, Curie stands up with vigor and claps her hands, applauding “Bravo! Bravo!”


Curie enjoys cuddling in Sole’s lap with her head against the crook of their neck, and their chin resting on the top of her head. She brings out a blanket to cover both of them with, and Sole’s breathing lulls her to sleep half-way through the second movie. Sole smiles, enjoying Curie’s warmth gentle snores, and they themselves eventually fall asleep too.

Cait: Cait never realized she had a nail-biting habit until Sole sat her down to watch this movie. She perpetually switches from nibbling her nails, to clenching her fists in her lap, to biting her knuckles. Sole tried to calm her down by slowly putting a hand on her fist, lowering it from her mouth, but the redhead gave them a threatening look. And thus ended Sole’s pursuit in saving Cait’s nail beds. Whenever Piper screams in exclamation or Deacon laughs right beside her ear, she verbally lashes out at them to pipe down. Perhaps Sole should pick something a little less intense next time.


Sole likes to cuddle during movies; Cait… maybe not so keen on the idea at first. She grumbles and nudges Sole away when they encircles themselves around her arm. After some practiced and well-executed pouting, Cait cracks. With a loud and groaning sigh, Cait throws back her head and says “Fiiine. Get over here, ya big lug.” Giddily Sole throws themselves at Cait and commences with the cuddling, ahoving themselves underneath Cait’s arma and snuggling into her neck. Cait grumbles, but can’t help the smile that sneaks onto her face.

Codsworth: Finally! Codsworth cannot help but be absolutely delighted at the prospect of serving the good people of Starlight drive-in. As he watched the movie he hovered back and forth from the concession stand, bringing drinks, snacks, and merriment to everyone present. Although, Deacon keeps getting a little too proliferate with his orders, and Sole has to give him a good smack to the head to get him to leave Codsworth alone. Still, the robot gleefully serves the rest of the patrons, and gives insightful commentary on the happening of the show from time to time. For an old bot, he’s charmingly insightful.

Dogmeat: Like the good pup that he is, Dogmeat lays across Sole’s wiggling toes, keeping their feet nice and warm. To keep him occupied, Sole tosses Dogmeat a tattered teddy bear to chew on during the flick so that he doesn’t bother anyone. Eventually Dogmeat gets bored and decides to nap until the humans are finished.

Strong: Strong complains about two-minutes in. His nature withholds from him the patience to sit down and enjoy a movie, but Sole and their ever flowing charm manage to placate the mutant with the promise of perfectly fermented meat as long as he watches the entire show. Of course, this means Strong sits at the back of the drive-in. The way way back. Afterwards, Strong surprises Sole by asking them about major points in the movie. Why did this character to that? Did they have milk of human kindness. Hmm… Maybe that old crackpot in Trinity Towers was onto something.

I’m Not So Grump.

Originally posted by songvicloria

Quick A/N: I haven’t written anything in many months so I apologize if this sucks. I love you all <3

You had known Suzy for a few years now and she had finally convinced you to move to L.A. After a long 3 hours, the movers finally had all your things in your new apartment. You plopped down on your couch, surrounded by towers of boxes. You had pulled out your phone to scroll through your Twitter feed right as Suzy called.

“Hey, girl! All moved in?” Suzy chirped cheerfully. 

“Not completely,” you chuckled. “I will be once I unpack all these boxes.” 

“Save that for later. I want to show you the studio! I’ll be over in ten all right?”

“Do I have a choice?” You joked playfully. 

-Game Grumps Studio-

“(Y/N), this is Barry and Kevin, our editors and fellow Grumps. This is Jack, our intern. Then Brian, Ross, his wife Holly, my husband Arin, and Danny,” Suzy pulled you around quickly, introducing you to everyone.

“Nice to meet you all! I’m (Y/N),” Perhaps Suzy forgot that you watch the channel and everyone’s side stuff so you kind of already know everyone. 

“Suzy has told us so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Ross spoke to you cheerfully.

Danny looked you over and couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are. You glanced over, unaware he’d been checking you out the last few moments, and smiled at him. He shot a smile back, trying hard to keep a poker face on. He sighed quietly in relief once he realized you hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. 

“Hey, since you just got here let’s start you with making some friends. Come out to dinner with us? Please?” Suzy asked excitedly, making a pouty face at you. 

 “Again, do I have a choice?” You joked, thinking, ‘Hey, maybe I’ll get sat next to Danny’. 

 “Awh, sweet! Lets go people!” Arin demanded joyfully. 

 -At Restaurant- 

 “Okay, Brian, can you try to not kill our waiter?” Danny spoke almost seriously. 

“I can’t make any promises, but for everyones sake, I’ll try.” Brian announced. 

“Thanks, Brian,” Holly spoke, patting him on the shoulder as she and Ross passed by him to the seats they wanted.   

Everyone took a seat and oh no, what a travesty, the only empty seat left was next to Danny. Oh how will you survive the dinner? Before he sat down he pulled out your seat for you. 

“Why, thank you.” 

 “You’re welcome, m'lady.” Danny took his seat next to you. 

On your other side sat Suzy so, thankfully, things wouldn’t feel too awkward for yourself. After a few minutes you all ordered your drinks and the chats among everyone picked up. There were about 4 conversations going on at once and you, not being able to really pick up on anything they were saying, sat on your phone scrolling through Tumblr. 

Danny glanced over at you and happened to see some (otp) fanart. “Well, that’s a bit provocative.” Danny laughed softly. 

“Oh, shit, forget you saw that, oh jeez,” You lock your phone and set it in your lap face down. Your cheeks started to warm as you blushed. “This is so embarrassing.” You put your face in your hands. 

“Hey, it’s all good. Nothing wrong with it. It was kind of cute I have to admit,” Danny smiled at you, “Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

You looked up at him. He was still smiling at you. You smiled back, “So… I have absolutely no idea what to talk about.” 

Just in time, the waiter saved you from further embarrassment by coming by to ask for your orders. About 30 minutes later and many laughs had, everyone’s food was ready. 

“So, (Y/N),” Suzy spoke between bites, “How would you feel about hanging out with us more at the studio? I think you’d be a great addition to the family.” Everyone was looking at you, excitedly awaiting your answer. 

“I mean, why not? I’m not sure what else to do here for the time being.” You laughed happily. 

Everyone laughed and wooted, “Welcome to the family!” Danny spoke cheerfully, giving you the best side hug he could manage. “Since your part of the family now you’ll be needing this.” Danny took your phone and saved his number for you.

-Two Days Later, Grump Studio- 

“So, (Y/N), how are you liking L.A. so far?” Holly asked. 

“What I’ve seen so far, I love,” You answered bubbly. Holly, Suzy and you had been straightening up a mess left over from a late night recording session. You put the last piece of garbage into a bag and tied it shut. “And, done.“ 

 Suzy was whispering something to Holly, who looked over at you and smiled. “I’ll take that out.” Holly grabbed the bag from you and made her way outside. 

Suzy and you sat down on the couch, a Grumpcade session barely audible in the background. “So, have you met anyone you’d be interested in?” Suzy asked out of nowhere as you took a drink of soda. 

You coughed a bit as you tried to swallow, accidentally getting some on your pants. “Uhm, I mean, I’ve only been here for two days.” You calmed yourself after the coughing fit. 

“But you have met plenty of people already.” Suzy laughed a little. She handed you a napkin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you choke.“ 

“It’s okay. I mean, I kind of like someone but I doubt it’d work out.“ 

“Would that man perhaps be Danny? Don’t choke again.” Suzy asked in all seriousness. 

“Actually, it is him. I mean, you know I’ve watched the show for a long time now but now that I’ve actually begun to learn more about this man I’m feeling more than just a high school crush.” You leaned back and smiled just thinking about what lies ahead of you. 

“I’ve got a plan. Do you like surprises?” Suzy questioned cheerfully, turning in her spot to face you. 

“Depends on the type of surprise.” You sat up, looking at her quizzically. 

“It’s the good kind. I just need your cooperation. Deal?” She grinned brightly at you. 

“Deal,” you laughed softly, “What do I need to do?“ 

“Right now? Nothing. I will be texting you the details later and I will say you should probably wear that super cute dress you got yesterday,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Okay, dude.” you laughed a little, thinking of all the different possibilities of what may lie ahead of you.

-Suzy’s POV-

Great Scott! You’ve done it! You were extremely happy that (Y/N) agreed to participate in your beautiful plan. She probably would of agreed even if she knew the plan was going on a date with Mr. Avidan himself.

“Hey, it’s getting kind of late. I think I’m going to head home. I’m pooped,” (Y/N) put on her jacket and grabbed her purse. “See you guys tomorrow!”

“See ya!” Holly, Ross, Jack, and yourself shouted. 

Holly ran over to you, smiling brightly, “So, is she going to do it?”

You matched Holly’s excitement, “Yes! She doesn’t know I’m setting her up with him though. Hell Dan doesn’t even know.” 

Holly squeed excitedly. “Gah! This is so exciting!”

Ross was looking at the giggling mess quizzically, “What are you guys up to?”

Jack, now just as curious as Ross, turned to pay attention. “Yes, please, do tell.”

“Well, I’d like to keep it a little secret between girls for now. Plus, Ross, you’d probably accidentally blab about it before my plan is in action.”

Ross laughed, “You’re right, forget I asked, continue with your giggle sesh.”

Danny, Arin, and Brian emerged from the Grumpcade session, still arguing about who played the game better. 

“I have a P.h.D., therefore, I am automatically the better one at Dr. Mario. Get a hold of me when your on my level.” Brian stated very sassily.

“Danny! I need to talk to you!” You shouted eagerly. You ran towards the small group, grabbed Danny by the arm, and booked it out of there. 

“Woah, whats up Suz?” Danny laughed, calming himself a little after being caught of guard. 

“How would you feel about a blind date?” You spoke quickly and happily. 

“A blind date? With who?” he asked confused.

“Well if I tell you it’s not really a blind date now is it?” You poked his nose, “Silly, Dan.”

“True. Is she cute?” 

“The absolute cutest. Just dress like you do. I’ve already got a place booked for you two tomorrow night.” 

“Awh, thanks Suzy.” Danny spoke cheerfully. Thoughts swirled around his mind of who it might just be. He could only hope it was (Y/N). He’d only known her a short while but, my goodness it felt like he’d known her for ages.

-Next Night-

“Are you sure this looks alright, Suz?” you asked self-consciously. 

“(Y/N), it looks perfect. He’ll love it.” Suzy was bursting with absolute joy over her plan. 

“If you say so,” you laughed softly. You still had no idea who she was setting you up with so of course, your anxiety was trying to get the best of you. You took in a few deep breaths and calmed yourself.

“Okay. I think I’m ready.” You smiled brightly at Suzy and she squeed with glee.


You were the first to arrive at the date and the waiter led you to your seat, right next to a gigantic window overlooking the ocean. 

You had only been sat there for a few minutes, scrolling through Tumblr. 

“Not looking at (otp) fanart again are we?” your date chuckled.

You looked up at the man standing before you. Danny Avidan. “Remind me to thank Suzy later.” You laughed and stood up to give him a hug.

Dan kissed you on the cheek, “You look absolutely stunning tonight,(Y/N).” Dan pulled out your chair before taking his seat.

“Such a gentleman.’ You smiled at him. 

“I try,” Dan let out a soft chuckle. You could tell he was just as nervous as you. 

“So did Suzy set you up for this or was this your idea?” You unfolded your napkin and set it on your lap. 

“She set this up for me. I’m actually happy she did.” Danny was blushing just a little, as he laughed nervously.

The waiter came by and you ordered your drinks. You sat your hands in your lap, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’m curious, Danny.”

“Curious about?” Danny smiled brightly at you. 

“Would you have still agreed to go on this date if you knew it was me?” You watched his face closely for any signs of disgust. Nothing changed about the way he was looking at you.

“Absolutely. You’re a beautiful young thang and I’d be a fool if I had passed this up.” Danny spoke calmly.

"R-really?” You were so relieved to hear this.

“Yes really. I mean, yes we’ve only know each other a few days but talking to you is so easy and I feel as if I’ve known you years not mere days.” Danny speaking like this took such a load off your chest.

“Would you want to see where things take us? I feel like I’ve known you longer also.” you asked shyly.

“Hell yea I want to see where things go between us!” Danny’s smile lit up the room to you. Moving to L.A. was a very good choice to have made.


“I had a really great time tonight Danny,” he had taken you home and you two were left standing in front of your apartment door.

“I had a really good time, too. Can we do this again soon? Without having Suzy set it up?” Dan chuckled softly.

“Yes we can. I’d really like that.” You smiled shyly at his newly found confidence around you.

"Well I will see you tomorrow then,” Danny leaned down to plant a soft kiss upon your lips making your heart flutter, he pulled away smiling at you, “Good night, beautiful.”

“G-good night,” You were blushing and smiling like a fool. When you got inside you leaned back against the door, sliding down until you sat on the floor. You pulled out your phone to text Suzy.

‘Date was a total success. Thank you so much Suzy!’

You then received a text from Danny, ‘Same time next week? My place? (;’

Is this actually life? You went to bed happier than you had been in ages.

-Two Months Later-

”(Y/N), would you want to be in an episode or two of Grumpcade? Everyone’s curious about who ‘Not So Grump’ is dating.“ Barry asked cheerfully.

"Yea! That’d be awesome. When would that be started.” You asked happily.

“Today! I want to see how good my girl is at some gaming!” Danny exclaimed.


“Hey there! It’s "Not So Grump’ and maybe at some point in our weird lives ‘Mrs. Not So Grump’. (Y/N) will be playing a bit of Dead Rising 2!”

“Let’s get started! I’m ready to kill some zambies.”

In the pause between episodes you two decided to get some snacks. You were tossing some skittles back and forth, trying to catch them in your mouths and it was starting to get agressive. “Ouch! You got me in the eye!”

“Oh no! I’m sorry, baby,” Danny pulled you into a kiss. “Better?”

“Much better.” You put your hands on his cheeks and squished them together making his lips pucker. You giggled at the goofy face you made him have. “I love you, dork.”

Danny blew a raspberry before laughing along with you. “I love you, too. Dork.”

It all started with a locked bay window and a thunderstorm.

Author’s note: So heyyy. This is my first Larkle story or story in general so please be gentle. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think, but instructive criticism please. :) -Alexis

It’s 7 PM in New York City. Farkle was walking along the sidewalk to his beloved Riley Matthew’s house. He loved her from the bottom of his heart, along with her daring and dark best friend, Maya Hart. He loved the both equally. As he walked along, he continued thinking about his girls. Reaching the girl’s fire escape he climbed up to her window… and found the bay window locked..

‘That’s weird. They never lock it, even when they aren’t home.’ Farkle thought to himself, 'Maybe if I wait out here, they’ll come and open it eventually.’

He sat down with his back against the wall of the building and his head leaning back on it as well. His thoughts shifted from the two beautiful girls to the one person he loved more than both of them and his parents. Who is that, you might ask?

Lucas. Lucas Friar.

The guy he has been best friends with since seventh grade. It is now their freshman year, and he realized some things about himself this past summer.

First of all, he loved his girls… but not in the way he previously thought.

Second, he was 100 percent gay.

Lastly, he was so in love with his best friend that it physically hurt.

As that last thought drifted through his mind, he felt a raindrop hit his forehead. Then another. Until it was pouring down rain.

'I guess I should go if they aren’t here now that I’m soaking wet.’ he thought.

He stood up and pulled his hood up. To be honest, he loved the rain. It made his problems seem so far away. He slowly made his way down the ladder. As he reached the bottom, he slipped and fell onto the ground.

He groaned in pain and at the fact that he was now drenched more than before. He made his way back down the sidewalk, looking down at his feet the whole way. As he reached the halfway mark to his house, he swore he heard someone call his name. He looked around, but he didn’t see anyone. Shrugging it off, he kept walking. He heard it again, this time coming from behind him. He turned fully around and saw the one person that clouded his thoughts lately. Lucas stood there holding an umbrella

“Hey buddy. Why are you out in the rain? It’s freezing.” Lucas said, smiling his beautiful smile.

No, Farkle, none of those thoughts while he is standing right there.

“Oh, I was at Riley’s, but the bay window was locked, so I sat outside, but they never came.” he said shrugging.

Lucas just smiled and held the umbrella over Farkle, getting soaked in the process.

“I’m already wet. What’s the point of this? You’re gonna catch a cold.” Farkle said laughing.

Lucas chuckled quietly and said, “Well, now that we’re both cold, why don’t we go to Topanga’s and get something warm to drink?”

“Sure,” Farkle said, nodding. Lucas would never know, but Farkle heart was racing.

They reached Topanga’s, the umbrella abandoned halfway there since there was no point in using it once they were both soaked form head to toe. They sat in their usual seats after getting their drinks.

Lucas looked at Farkle and said questioningly, “ Wait, so the bay window was closed? That’s so weird. It’s never locked.”

Farkle shrugged. “I know. That’s what I said. I wonder if something’s wrong. I mean, the lights to her room were off, but other than that everything looked normal.”

Lucas looked quizzical for a second and then asked, “Do you think they’re hiding something from us?”

“I mean maybe. I can’t think of any other reason.”

Lucas stared at Farkle for a little while. After about 3 minutes, Farkle felt uneasy.

“What are you staring at Lucas?”
“Why aren’t you more worried or upset? I thought you loved them. What if they have secret relationships going on?”

“Lucas, if you really believe that I love them in the romantic way, then you are so oblivious.”

“What do you mean?” Lucas looked so honestly confused by Farkle’s statement. God, even his confused face makes me want to kiss him.

Farkle just laughed. “I’m going to tell you something serious. Okay? I don’t want this to change anything between us, okay?” Unless it’s for the better.

“Yeah, buddy. Of course. Nothing you say could ever change the way I feel about you…” Lucas froze for a second then recovered,” you’re my best friend.”

“I’m…. well I- I’m-uhhh- I’m gay.” Farkle stuttered out.

Lucas just sat there in shock looking at Farkle.

Farkle started getting nervous and picking at his fingernails subconsciously. “Lucas? Hello?”

Lucas continued to just gape at him. He looked like he was looking for the words but couldn’t seem t find any. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Farkle took that as his chance and ran out the door of Topanga’s, in the pouring rain, all the way to his house.

Back at Topanga’s

Lucas felt like complete crap. He sat with his head in his hands, trying not to cry. I feel so bad. I didn’t mean to make him freak out. I just didn’t think he was gay. He doesn’t seem like it. He always talked about how much he loved our two other best friends… I wish I could have his courage. I need to find him. Like right now.

Before he could get up from his seat, Maya and Riley walked in hand-in-hand.

“Hey Huckleberry. What are you doing here all alone?” She said, voice filled with laughter.

“Actually, Farkle was here. He just left,” Lucas said, while looking down at his hands.

Riley immediately sat next to Lucas. “What do you mean he left? Why?What happened?” she said, getting more worried with every question.

“Actually I was just about to go find him. He told me something, and I didn’t react the way I should have. I have to go. Bye guys.” Lucas said, basically sprinting out the door.

“Well, I’m so glad he left. I don’t think I’m ready to tell them about us, Peaches,” Riley says quietly to Maya.

“Honey, I get it. For now, we’ll keep it between us. I love you, Riles.” Maya said, hugging her in close.

“I love you too, Maya,” Riley said, muffled by her face in Maya’s shoulder.


Crap. I don’t know where he lives, Lucas thought as he walked aimlessly around town. He walked by the bookstore, and just happened to glance in and see Farkle. Not only was he just sitting there, but he was also crying. Shit.

Farkle heard the bell from the door ding. He slowly turned and saw a figure standing above him.

“Farkle.” Okay so it wasn’t just some figure. It was Lucas. “Hey. I’m sorry for not saying anything back there. I was just surprised. I mean, can you blame me? You just always tried to seem straight, to everyone. Not that I’m not totally okay with it, because I am. You’re my best friend, and I accept you any way that you are,” Lucas said in one big breath.

Farkle just looked up at him. Not blinking, or breathing.

Lucas realized he might have spoken too much, so he slowed down, “Are you okay Farkle? Listen, can we go somewhere private to talk.”

Farkle’s mouth seemed to start working, but not much. “Uhh-yyy—uhm—yeah, yeah, sure. Yeah… Yes.”

Lucas just smiled brightly at him. He outstretched a hand to Farkle. “Well come on then. Let’s go.”

Farkle looked at his hand and hesitates. Ehhh. Why not? He grabbed his hand and stood up. Lucas pulled out his phone and sent a text to Riley.

Lucas: Can Farkle and I sue use your bay window?

Not even ten seconds later, he got a reply.

Riley: Absolutely XD

Lucas chuckled at how much like Riley that response was, and continued dragging Farkle behind him. They finally reached the bay window. Lucas motioned for Farkle to go first. He just quickly nodded and started climbing up, Lucas following him.

They reached the window, and it was unlocked. That’s weird. The lights are on, but they still aren’t home, thought Farkle. Oh well.

They both sat down and looked at each other.

“Farkle. I need to tell you something as well. I’m bisexual. I know this because even after liking Maya and Riley, I still managed to fall in love with you. And I never had the courage to say anything because I thought you were straight so that’s why when you said you were gay, I was so shocked because I finally had a chance with you and I just-”

The next thing Lucas knew, there was a pair of lips covering his. His muscles relaxed immediately. They kissed for what seemed like forever before they pulled away. Farkle rested his forehead on Lucas’s and breathed out a laugh.

“Well that’s one way to make you stop talking,” He laughed again, “I love you too, freak.”

Lucas smiled. Not just any smile, but the one he always seemed to reserve for Farkle. Farkle just never noticed it. Until now. 

“Will you be my boyfriend, Farkle?”

“Is that even a question? Of course ya freak!”

They sat there just smiling at each other for what seemed like hours. And it might’ve been. Considering that Maya and Riley walked in sometime during their staring contest.

Farkle turned his head towards them and smiled. “Ladies.”

“Farkle” they said in unison.

“Ladies.” Lucas said.

“Hey! That’s my catch-phrase. Find your own!”

All four friends laughed at that. Farkle was the first to stop and looked at the girls.

“Hey, why was your bay window locked earlier?”

Riley smiled her nervous smile and blushed from her neck to her forehead.

“Whhhaaaaaatttt? Nothingggg. It’s not like we were in there doing anything or anything because we’re just friends and that would be totally weird.”

“Riles, I think they should know. Come on. Tell them. You know you want to.”

“MAYA AND I ARE DATING! Phew. Man that felt good to get out.”

Farkle and Lucas looked at each other and smiled. Lucas raised his eyebrow in a silent question. Farkle nodded and grabbed his hand.

“Farkle and I are dating too.”

Riley smiled and opened her mouth really wide. They all knew what was coming. “YYYYAAAAAAAAYYYY.”

Farkle looked at his friends, and three things crossed his mind.

First of all, he loved his girls so much.

Second, he was so painfully gay that he didn’t know how he never noticed it before.

Lastly, he was in love with Lucas Friar, and Lucas Friar was in love with him.

So as long as those three things remained the same, nothing could stop him from taking over the world.

Have You

Hoseok x Reader


Genre: Smut but theres a hECK TON OF FLUFF

Words: 4.5k whOOPS

Warnings: Lil tiny daddy kink, light spanking, lil bit of teasing here and there

Summary: He’s was your bad boy, and you were his good girl. You had always avoided your mutual feelings towards him for your studies. You two had a study date, and this time, this time he wasn’t going to let you go.

A/N: for @yoonkookgrl​ because i wanted to !!! this got too long im so sorry im terrible at writing smut so so sorry

Originally posted by btsumari

You huffed as you left your class. Your professor had given you a B+, when you most certainly should’ve gotten an A! You knew it wasn’t really anything to be upset about, but you just couldn’t help it. You were such a perfectionist when it came to your grades and your work. You had high standards for yourself.

Your friends were jealous of your relationships with your professors. Most of them loved you, and your friends simply dismissed it as you being a nerd. You didn’t mind it though, you knew they were just playing around. You couldn’t really deny it though, you just loved it when you received high marks or got a perfect grade on an assignment. Then again, you were always cooped up in your dorm when all your friends were partying. You longed to hang out with them, but your assignments have been piling up lately, and you haven’t had any down time.

You were walking down the corridor, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly bumped into someone in front of you. You stumbled backwards and almost fell on your ass. Coherent words seemed to fail to come out as you attempted to talk a mile a minute. “I-I am so so sorry! I d-didn’t mean to! I’m really s-sorry! I must be i-in your way, I’ll just-”. Before you could finish your sentence, a hand grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you so you were standing straight.

“Woah, woah, slow down there, princess. Are you okay?” the voice spoke, and you recognized it immediately. No one else called you princess like that. You finally looked up right into the eyes of who you bumped into, and you blushed immediately. “I-I’m fine. can let go now. And I’m not your princess.” You pouted, trying to pull your arm out of your grip. Hoseok only smirked and held you closer.

“Aw, but I’ve missed you, (Y/N). You haven’t been coming out with your friends lately, why’s that?” He asked with genuine interest. His grip loosened a bit, enabling you to slip your arm free, even though you two still stood a little too close for comfort. “I’ve been busy, Hoseok. I actually care about my grades.” You huffed a little impatiently. You had one more class before you could go home and finish your work. You only had two assignments left to finish. Hoseok, being the ‘bad boy’ he is, didn’t spend all of his time studying. Most of the time, he was partying or doing something illegal. Somehow he still managed to pass.

Hoseok let out a laugh and grinned at you brightly. It wasn’t his usual smirk, it was the grin that made you blush and stutter, but nonetheless smile back at him. “You’re such a nerd, princess.” He said and flicked your nose. Then his face lit up with an idea. “Since you’re so smart, could you help me study tonight?”

Your ears perked up at that. Hoseok? Studying? It was hard to imagine. “You want me? To help you study?” You questioned, absolutely shocked at his request.

Hoseok’s hand started twirling a strand of your hair. “Mostly the first part, but yes. I’m kinda sorta failing this one class, and I can’t have that, ya know? You’re in that class. So you should help me.”

You sighed, hoping he didn’t see the blush on your face. “Fine, Hoseok. But no funny business, alright?” You said, poking at his chest. Hoseok pouted and reluctantly nodded. “Not even one kiss?” He said and you laughed and punched him in the arm. It was always like this with Hoseok. Him shamelessly flirting with you, trying to take you out somewhere, and you denying him for your studies. Maybe another time, you would always say.

Although you couldn’t deny your own feelings for the strikingly handsome man.

You decided to flirt back for once, just for the fun of it. “Maybe one kiss, but that’s only if you really study!” Hoseok was taken back by that, and his cheeks flushed cutely. He smiled and pulled you into a hug that lifted you off of your feet. You giggled and squirmed. “P-Put me down! People are looking!”

“Let them look. That way they’ll know you’re mine.” He murmured into your hair and your face turned a bright shade of red. When he finally put you down, his hand lightly brushed against your cheek. It was an intimate gesture, and it made your heart beat faster. “I’ll see you, princess.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you, Hoseok.” You said, walking off to your last class of the day. Hoseok watched your retreating form with adoration. God, if he could hold you like that forever. Hoseok realized at the last minute, that you had let him call you princess for once. As he walked off, he had a big dumb smile on his face, all because of you.

Later on after you had finished your last class, you had decided to head up to your dorm to clean up. Your roommate wouldn’t be back for a while, you had already checked with her. You set up your books and texted Hobi.

You: Bring takeout! I’m starving

Hobi: Anything for you, princess. I’ll be there soon.

You sighed and went to go shower and change your clothes. You didn’t really know what to put on for your study date, so you had opted for a simple baggy t-shirt and some shorts that may have been a little too tight. Then you had thought to yourself, were you about to tease him with these shorts?

You decided yes. It was the least bit of fun you could have. Hoseok always teased you. Calling you princess, swiping your notebook and keeping it out of your reach, lingering touches that had always made you shiver..

Woah. Too far. Contain your urges (Y/N). You sighed to yourself as you tried not to think about the man in ways that wouldn’t exactly be appropriate. Then you heard a knock at the door. You stood on your toes to look through the peephole, and saw Hoseok standing at your door with Chinese takeout. You opened the door and Hoseok greeted you with a smile. “Hey there.”

You let him in and told him to sit down on the couch, in front of the table where your books were set up. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna get my notebook.” As you left the room, Hoseok looked around your dorm. It was just so you. Traces of your roommate, of course, but she was never really around as much as you were. Hoseok shook his head. Always in your room.

Hoseok swore, he would show you the world once you’d let him. Hell, he’d give you the world. He’d been chasing after you since freshman year, and he could tell that you liked him too. But it was always studies first, relationships and fun second. The handsome man sighed. You walked back into the room, notebook in hand. Hoseok had finally noticed your tiny, tight shorts and visibly stiffened.

You frowned as you sat down on the couch. “Hobi? What’s wrong?” You questioned. Hoseok shivered. He loved when you called him Hobi, and you didn’t do it often. But when you did…God. Was he getting hard right here on your couch? Within the first five minutes of being here? He had the urge to hang his head in shame. “I-I’m fine. Just got..chills.” He explained, even though that was the quite opposite.

He’s had the hots for you since forever, and he didn’t know how long he could keep it under control.

“Well then, let’s start!” You said, taking some of the takeout and blowing on it before putting it in your mouth. You had chewed and swallowed before speaking again. “Show me where you need help, Hobi.” There it was again. Hobi. Hobi. Hobi. He could listen to you say it all day. He quickly opened the book before you could say anything else. “A-Ah, chapter eight. I don’t get it at all..”

You two had been at it for about an hour, and all the food was gone. Hoseok was starting to get the gist of it now. You were relieved. Even with Hoseok being a so called ‘bad boy’(with a fear of almost everything), you still didn’t want him failing any of his classes. He was one of your closest friends, and crush.

Not that anybody else would know that.

Sighing, you two decided to take a break, much to Hoseok’s relief.

“Yah, (Y/N) wouldn’t have even taken a break if I wasn’t here. Don’t try to deny it either.” The man huffed childishly. You laughed and hit his chest. Just a simple touch like that made his heart rate pick up. God, you looked so pretty when you laughed. His mind started to wander, and eventually he wondered what you looked like when you-

“I guess you’re right, but your studies are important! You want to graduate don’t you?” You scolded, giving him another smile. You threw your legs over his lap, assuming that he wouldn’t mind. And he wouldn’t have minded, if he wasn’t desperately trying to keep himself from getting half hard while he was sitting on your couch trying to study. As much as he wanted to take you right then and there, with your permission of course, he knew studying was important to you.

“Yeah, but what am I gonna get for all this studying?” He pouted, suggesting something. All you did was roll your eyes. “You get to pass.” You answered bluntly. Hoseok whined and pulled at your arm. You giggled and sat up. “Fine. We’ll go through the review. For every question you get right you’ll get…” You stopped and started to contemplate what you could reward him with. “A kiss!” Hoseok blurted excitedly, before he could stop himself.

You blushed and looked at him. As if he had just realized what he’d said, he blushed too.


As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you jumped in surprise. Hoseok had put his hand on your ankle. He stared at you wide-eyed. “R-Really?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “W-Why not? No harm done..” You said shyly. Hoseok’s grip on your ankle tightened, and you had started to wonder if you’d regret this. This could either end horribly, or end up just fine. You guessed that you’d just have to take that chance.

You saw that the first set of review questions were pretty easy, and you started to sweat. Surprisingly, Hoseok had only gotten four of them right. Four kisses. Four little pecks. That’s all. You could do this. You gulped and looked at Hoseok. Unsurprisingly, he was already staring at you, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, and back down to your lips.

You leaned in first, deciding that if you took the lead, it would be over quicker. Hoseok was quick to close the gap in between you, and as soon as he did, his soul left his body.

He’d been waiting for this since freshman year, and now he finally had you, in a way. Your lips were so soft, just as he imagined them. As soon as it happened, it stopped. “One.” You whispered.

Another. “Two.”

Another. “Three.” One more. “Four.”

You and Hoseok were sitting much closer than before now, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. You blinked and shook yourself out of your daze. “O-Okay. A-Alright. Next set. It’s..It’s twenty this time.”

Hoseok just nodded. Holy hell, if that was what it felt like to kiss you, he was going to make sure he got every fucking question right. That didn’t happen. Out of twenty, he got fourteen right. He was pissed at himself. You, however, were ecstatic. That was way better than what he did in the first set. Then you realized you had to kiss him…fourteen times…

You didn’t know how long you would last. At the same time, you were curious as to which one of you would break first. You scooted even closer to Hobi. You could do this.

This time, he eagerly leaned in first and captured your lips. “One.” He said. His voice was much steadier than yours had been.

“Two.” It was you this time.


“Four.” You two were taking turns counting.

“Five.” He growled. At this point, you were sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips, your own hands on his strong shoulders.

“S-Six.” His hands grip your hips harder.


“Eig-hah..” His tongue found its way into your mouth and you moaned softly. He’d stopped counting. He couldn’t take it anymore. Your moan threw him over the edge. Fuck studying, he wanted you.

One of his hands traced up your body and made you shiver. His tongue licked into your mouth so hungrily, almost as if he wanted to devour you. Which he did, in a way. Your tongues tangled, fighting for dominance, which you thought you had, until he slapped your thigh and growled, which made you whimper and give in instantly. The sting only amplified the growing heat in between your legs.

His wandering hand that wasn’t on your hip found your hair, keeping you from pulling away. Who needed air anyway?

Oh. You did.

You whimpered at his hold, finally finding the strength to pull away from him. As soon as you pulled away, his mouth went to your neck. Hoseok planted opened mouthed kisses, sucking at the skin as if his life depended on it. He bit, sucked, and licked everywhere, making sure to leave marks. “H-Hoseok, I, hah, I c-can’t cover th-those..”

“You’re not going to cover them. You’ll leave them uncovered and everyone will know you’re mine.” You shuddered at his words. They ran through your head over and over again. Your wetness was pooling in between your thighs. You just couldn’t help it. But you remembered, you had studying to do.

“Hoseok, Hoseok, we have to, ah, w-we have to study..” You stuttered as he was attacking your neck. He groaned and lifted his head to look at you. “Can’t we study later?” He whined. You shook your head furiously. “W-We have to study, Hobi! You still haven’t finished the review!” You said, pointing to the open book. Hobi glanced at the book before staring at you again. “…Fine. But you’re staying right here, princess”

Hobi picked up his notebook and started at the review again. There were twenty more questions. He worked surprisingly silently, seemingly focused on the work in front of him. You sat impatiently on his lap, squirming ever so slightly to get the tiniest bit of friction. Maybe you should have just forgotten studying..

“I’m finished. Stop squirming.” Hoseok said, voice an octave lower than it was before. You grabbed the paper from his hands and made sure to check it slowly. Your eyes widened in shock. “You..”

Hoseok quirked his eyebrow.

“Y-You got all twenty right..” Hoseok smirked at your words. You barely had time to register before his hands were on your hips again, pulling you closer and making your hips grind down on his. You whimpered at the friction, suddenly hyper aware of the growing bulge in his pants.

“That means I get twenty kisses. Pay up, (Y/N).”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you grabbed his face and closed the gap once more. He grabbed your wrist and pinned your arms down to your sides. You whined as he pulled away.

“Ah ah ah, no touching. Hands at your sides.” His tone was commanding, and it didn’t fail to turn you on. Your obedient side wanted to listen, but you wanted to tease him further. “And what if I don’t?” You teased, eager to see what he would do. Hoseok growled gave a harsh slap to your thigh, making you cry out.

“You don’t want to get punished, princess. Or do you?”

You gulped loudly and shook your head. “N-No, Hobi..” Another slap to your thigh came and you cried out again. This time he soothed the spot. “Wrong answer, doll.”

“N-No, sir..?” You said, hoping it was the right answer. Wrong. One more slap to your thigh had you dripping. Hoseok chuckled. “Getting closer.”


Hoseok grinded your hips together roughly, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Good girl. Now hands at your sides.” You obeyed and let Hoseok attack your neck with his mouth once more, leaving even more love bites and hickies that were sure to say for a while. Not that you minded. Hoseok’s hands started to wander once again, finding your breasts under your baggy shirt. He kneaded them, squeezing and pulling. You couldn’t resist tangling your fingers in his dyed locks, which earned you a squeeze to both your nipples that was borderline painful. You shrieked at his sudden aggression.

“What did I say, princess?” You groaned and put your hands back down. What you didn’t expect was for Hoseok to abruptly lift up your shirt and take one of your nipples into his mouth. When had he even gotten your bra off? You sighed and pressed further into Hoseok. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his hand played with the other. You longed to touch him, but all you could do was be a good girl and let him have his way with you.

Hobi groaned. Hobi loved this about you. You were so good; not just in a sexual way, but in general. You were good to the people around you, good to animals, hell, you were even good to inanimate objects. He remember when you’d once knocked over someone’s lamp at a party and said sorry to it, and you weren’t even drunk! You were such an amazing and wonderful person. He couldn’t help but be hopelessly in love. You felt the same of course.

Behind his bad boy demeanor was a literal ray of sunshine, who could make you smile with just a look. He was so sweet, so caring, rarely anyone got that close to him to where they could see that side of him. But you and Hobi were close. But you both knew that you wanted to be closer.

Hoseok had decided that he’d teased you enough. “That’s it. Come on.” He picked you up by your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist. You and Hoseok both groaned at the tiny bit of friction. Hoseok knew where your room was by now. He stumbled to your room while sucking on your neck. Once he finally got the two of you there, he placed you on the bed and kissed you again. He kept your arms beside your head, pinning you in place.

One of his hands started tracing along your body and soon got down to where you needed him most. His finger traced along your slit through your tiny shorts and you couldn’t help but moan loudly into his mouth. He growled, wanting to rip your shorts off of you already. Which he did.

You squeaked in surprise as he threw your shorts across the room to who knows where. Hobi rubbed your slit through your underwear, making you squirm and writhe. You broke away from the kiss, gasping for air.

“H-Hobi, hah, ahh..stop..teas-” You were cut off by your own loud moan when Hobi pushed your underwear aside and dipped a finger into your heat. The look in his eyes was predatory. You shivered. Then you realized you had one hand free and started to feel down his toned chest, to which he payed no mind. “That’s not the right way to ask, princess.” He simply stated, as if his finger wasn’t knuckle deep inside you.

“Please..p-please, Daddy..I c-can’t..” You whimpered. Hoseok took pity in your wrecked form, and started pumping his finger in and out, making you whine. “D-D-Daddy! Another o-one..please..”

Another digit entered you and you were a mess. Your senses were overwhelmed and Hoseok staring directly at you wasn’t helping. “You’re doing good, princess. Maybe I should reward you, yeah?”

You were confused as to what he meant, but when his head dipped down between your legs, you couldn’t even speak to question him on it. His tongue immediately started swirling around your sensitive nub, making you see stars. You almost screamed at the sensation. He sucked and gave kitten licks, while two of his fingers were inside you. Another curl of his fingers and you felt that familiar knot tightening in your stomach way too soon. You tried to squirm away, but Hoseok kept you in place.

“A-Ah, Daddy, p-please! I’m g-going to..”

“But isn’t that what you want, princess? Don’t you want Daddy to make you come?” You hesitated at that, but still protested nonetheless.

“I..I want to c-come with Daddy..” You stuttered, trying not to scream. That stopped Hoseok altogether. He quickly rid himself of his clothing, and removed your underwear. You got on your knees as quickly as you could and pushed him down onto the bed. “Princess? What are you-”

“Shh. I want to make Daddy feel good, too.” You said, running your finger up and down the underside of his length.He shivered and tangled his hands in your hair. “Don’t tease, princess.” You started dragging your tongue flat against his length, giving kitten licks to the tip when you got there. Hoseok groaned and threw his head back, and you took that has a sign to keep going. You abruptly engulfed the head into your mouth, making his hips buck into your mouth. “S-Shit..” You gagged a bit, but then giggled at his eagerness, the vibrations making him hiss. “Princess…” He warned. You then took him in slowly, inch by inch until you got to the base. You then started bobbing your head up and down.

“’re doing so good, princess.” You moaned at the praise, letting a hand trail down your own body to touch yourself, but you were quickly stopped.

“Don’t. Make Daddy come first, doll.” He growled, knowing you would listen. Despite whining, you did what you were told and kept your hands on his hips. You bobbed your head, determined to make him come. Hoseok let out quiet moans and groans, trying not to take control and fuck your face right then and there. It was when you sucked on a vein that he lost it.

“Hold still, princess.” You halted your movement and waited for him to tell you what to do next. But he didn’t tell you to do anything. It took you a moment, but when he slowly started bucking into your mouth, you started to get the idea. Hoseok’s movements slowly started to speed up, and you gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. Tears started forming at the corner of your eyes.

“Hah, fuck. You’re so good..” He moaned. His bucking got even faster and more erratic and you knew he was close. “Ahh, fuck, fuck,’re mouth is so good..” You hollowed your cheeks and that’s what sent him over the edge, spilling his warmth into your mouth with a loud groan.

You swallowed as much as you could, some dribbled down your chin. You looked at him and saw he was catching his breath, but still looking at you as if he were about to pounce. “Hah, come here.” He pulled you into his lap again and captured your lips once more. You held his face, but this time he didn’t stop you. This time the kiss was a lot more intimate than the ones before. It was slow, and passionate. He pulled away, looking you in the eye with more than lust. “Condoms.”

“Nightstand, second drawer.”

Hoseok reached into your nightstand, grabbing a condom, nearly ripping the foil open and rolling it onto his still throbbing member. He flipped you two over so that he was on top, and gave you one more look in your eye. You were confused as to why he stopped, then you realized.

He was asking for consent.

You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. You let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip against your slit. Slowly, he pushed himself in to the hilt, filling you completely. Both of you moaned. Finally, finally, finally. Hoseok had you. You weren’t pushing him away.

Sure, over the years you and Hobi had known each other, you had fooled around a bit. Handjobs in the bathroom, fingering in the library, but that’s as far as you would go. You had always pushed him away, explaining how a relationship would be too much for you right now. Of course, he respected your choices, but that didn’t stop him from pining after you.

Now he had you. You were in his arms, and he had you. And he was never letting you go.

Hoseok stilled, allowing you to adjust and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also was trying to keep himself from bursting right there, just at the thought of him being inside, the thought that he finally had you. After a minute, you squirmed a little. “Hobi..m-move..”

Complying to your request, he pulled out almost completely, and slammed back in. You yelped at the sudden movement. He did it again, and again. The steady pace was electrifying, but you wanted more. “Hobi..Hobi- hah..faster..”

Hoseok grunted. “What’s the magic w-word?”

“Hobi please.”

Of course, he couldn’t deny you. He sped up his pace, and you tried to meet his thrusts halfway, moaning loud and uncontrollably. Getting embarrassed at your own high pitched noises, you covered your mouth with one of your hands. Hoseok growled and pinned your arms down. “I want to hear you, princess.” From this point on he was set on making you moan louder. His thrusts got even harder, and your own hips couldn’t keep up.

Your release was starting to creep up on you faster than expected, now even more powerful due to your lack of release earlier.

“Please..P-Please please please..Hobi..fuck..” You panted. Hoseok then threw your legs over his shoulders, pounding even deeper and hitting that one spot that made white speckles spot your vision. You nearly screamed, repeating his name like a mantra.

“F-Fuck, (Y/N). You take me so f-fucking good.” He groaned, thrust becoming sloppy. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, you didn’t know just how much more you could take. The knot in your stomach was unbearably tight.


“Me too, j-just..Hold on..” Hold on? You were holding on as much as you could, and you were just about at your limit. “I-I can’t! Hoseok I-”

“Come for me, (Y/N). You can let go now.”

Just his words were enough to send you over the edge, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. A few more thrusts, and Hoseok was coming too, a loud growl ripping from his throat. He rode out both of your orgasms, before throwing the condom away and cleaning you two off. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You were breathing heavily and were exhausted. Yet you pulled him in for a slow, loving kiss. When you pulled away, Hoseok was smiling so brightly and you couldn’t help but smile back.


“Yes, Hoseok?”

“Does this..Does this mean..”

“Mean what, Hoseok?” You giggled. You knew what he was talking about.

“Does this mean you’re actually mine? Like, really mine?” He asked worriedly, fearing that you would just brush him off. You pressed into him and giggled into his chest. “Of course. I was yours the moment I climbed into your lap on the couch.” Hoseok’s heart started beating a mile a minute. 

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

“Thank God. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited.”

That had you frozen on the spot.

“Hobi…You would’ve waited for me..?” You queried, looking up at him with a shocked expression. He was looking right back at you, eyes soft and warm.

“I would’ve waited for as long as you needed if it meant I could be with you.” He confessed, arms wrapping around you tighter. You dug your head back into his chest shaking it back and forth. “Oh my God…I love you so much..Why did I wait so long?” You said, laughing, more to yourself than him.

Hoseok could’ve bursted into tears of joy. He felt so warm, so loved, so complete. “I love you too. So so so much. Does this mean I can finally give you the world?”

“As long as you promise to come study with me.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Deal.” You smiled brightly and tilted your head up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Hoseok could swear that this was the happiest day of his life.

He finally had you, and he was never letting you go.


Originally posted by totalfilm

A/N: I finally found a solution to my computer’s problem with Tumblr, so here’s the one-shot that’s been sitting in my drafts…for over a week…

Pairing: Wolverine x Reader

Author: Imaginesforyourfandoms

Warnings: Brief violence, discrimination (??)

Summary: Just another trip to the nearest bar takes an interesting turn.

Knocking back another shot, Logan sighed, he barely even felt the burning sensation in the back of his throat. It was useless anyways, his healing factor kept him from getting drunk-Hell, even tipsy. It was his ninth shot in less than an hour, and he was starting to get strange looks.

He tried to wave the bartender over, but he was busy yelling at some idiots getting rowdy in the corner, so instead he just slapped some cash on the counter and began heading for the door, keys in hand.

Whoosh! Logan lurched backwards, just in time to see a half-full beer bottle hurtle past his face, followed by a short laugh. He twisted his body around in an instant to face his attacker, claws slicing through the skin between his knuckles reflexively. But the next thing flying at him was a person. He had just enough time to move his hands so that he wouldn’t impale them, but it seemed he wasn’t fast enough as they yelped when they hit him.

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*****I’m extremely sorry to say that this reaction is permanently down, due to gif problems! I apologize for the loss of feels and stupid boy reactions to sweet cuddles! Once again, I’m really sorry I can’t fix it (;≧n≦) ****** 

“Seventeen reactions to when you ask them for cuddles?” 


He would be so giggly about it and happy that you asked him to cuddle this time instead of him asking. He would be kind of an ass by teasing you cause he’s seungcheol. Hm, what thats? Can you say that again?~ You want to cuddle with me right?~ 



He’d be a little bit surprised by you asking because you guys usually just cuddle without asking so he would cherish this moment and have those words replay in his mind while you guys actually cuddle. “ ‘Can we cuddle?~’ You asked, so cute~” 



He would be really happy about it but give you a hard time about it because he loves you! Tough love from the gentleman Joshua~ Why didn’t you ask sooner? Were you nervous to ask me?~ This results in a flustered/angry you and no cuddles for Joshua, to him it would be worth it to see you so red



This amazing actor would act surprised and definitely agree to some cuddles with you! Because who doesn’t love cuddles?  Gasps! You want to cuddle with me? Your amazingly cute boyfriend? Hmm..okay~” 



Okay now Hoshi wouldn’t be faking his surprised reaction like Jun would.  He would be semi flustered at the fact that you wanna cuddle because he doesn’t cuddle with you often, mainly hand holding and kissing  but no cuddling yet till today! Wah, really? You want to cuddle? Okay, where should we cuddle?~” 



This kid would be 10/10 up for it. He would be doing a small dance to celebrate the fact that you asked him to cuddle because this is only like the 3rd time you askedWooah, you have perfect timing! I was just going to ask you to cuddle.” 



He would laugh as you ask because he would find it so adorable how your asking him for cuddles. Yah, you never ask, this is so cute. Why don’t you do this more often? Then he would hug you and definitely give you sweet sweet Woozi cuddles. You should ask me for more things now” 



He wouldn’t be laughing because your asking him he would just be laughing because he’s just so happy to get to cuddle with you. “Yah stop, you’re being way too cute, and I need to hug you right now! He would bring you into his arms and squeeze you. I love you~” 



He would be a dweeb the entire time you ask him. He would be making kissy faces at you and just being dumb overall. Basically he would tease you like Seungcheol. Hm what’s that? You want cuddles? Who do you want cuddles from?” 



Oh gosh he would be so flustered and happy about this. He would laugh out of pure nervousness because he has yet to cuddle with you. So this would be your first official cuddle with Minghao. A-ah, yes of course we can cuddle! You didn’t have to ask you know..” 



He would totally be up for it, he would stop you right in the middle of asking and just kiss your face as his answer. So does this answer your question? Or do I need to kiss two times for a ‘Yes’?



He would be too excited for this, he would literally yell yes because he’s that excited to cuddle with you. YES! YES, I wanna cuddle with you! A thousand times yes! You would be Seungcheol on the side lol



He would stop you in the middle of asking and just smile so brightly at you knowing how embarrassed or hard it might’ve been for you to muster up the courage to ask him to cuddle. “Aish, shoosh, you didn’t have to ask for cuddles! You could’ve just throw me on the couch and I would know!” 


Hello tiny children!!!  (๑•́ ω •̀๑) Tis Bubbles again with another reaction that I absolutely had so much fun doing! I thought this was a really really cute request! (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ Today I used wanting to make my followers super happy as a motivation to finish this!!  (´・ω・)ノ So please enjoy this lots and give it and me lots of love guys! Thank you~  ( ・`ー・´)

**Gifs are not mine! All Credit goes to the original makers, thank you!!**


“W… would you like to dance?” Neville asked you nervously.

You smiled brightly. All you’ve done the whole night is sit here while your date Harry acted miserable. You were absolutely thrilled to have someone to dance with.
“Yes I’d love to”.

Neville smiled shyly as he took your hand in his and lead you to the dance floor.

punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

11 for the obiqui thing?

11. That shirt or other item of clothing that the other ‘borrowed’ and never gave back and it became theirs


“Obi-Wan! Do you know where my shirt is?” Qui-Gon’s voice echoed from the bathroom of their apartment above The Maverick. The sound of the tap running distorted his voice slightly.

It was late winter, the end of November bringing forth bitingly bitter winds and Qui-Gon had planned on wearing at least five layers to leave the cafe. If he could find his damned shirt.

“Which one?” Obi-Wan called back, carefully pouring hot water into the two mugs on the counter in front of him: one tea, the other coffee strong enough to strip paint.

How Qui-Gon could stand to drink the stuff Obi-Wan had no idea. He much preferred the softness of tea thank you very much.

“The green one!” Qui-Gon replied, the tap shutting off. “If I have to leave the warmth of the apartment for food then I at least want to be comfortable and warm.”

Obi-Wan paused for a second, hand holding the kettle hovering in the air before he proceeded to deposit the kettle on the counter. He stirred the two cups, adding a dash of milk to each before dropping the spoon in the sink and putting the milk back in the under-counter fridge.

“No idea,” Obi-Wan said, voice as innocently confused as he could make it without tipping Qui-Gon off. “Did you check the hamper?”

Qui-Gon came out of the bathroom, frowning. “Yes, of course I-” He stopped abruptly.

Obi-Wan smiled down at the cups in front of him, back to Qui-Gon.

“You are an absolute nightmare Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Qui-Gon said finally, exasperated amusement in his voice.

Obi-Wan turned, grinning brightly, holding out a cup for Qui-Gon. “Yes,” he agreed. “But I’m your nightmare.”

Obi-Wan sipped his tea. “And this is a really nice shirt.”

Qui-Gon huffed out a laugh, taking the proffered cup. “I’m not getting that back am I?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee to hide the smile on his face.

Obi-Wan’s grin widened as he shook his head. “Nope.”

“Nightmare,” Qui-Gon muttered. “Absolute nightmare.”


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You Meet Your Child for the First Time After the Divorce - Luke

Its only been 20 days since your sweet baby boy, Liam was born. Couples think that a child will strengthen a married couple’s relationship, but thats not the case with you and your husband Luke. Luke wanted a family just as much as you, but when you confirmed the pregnancy test was correct, Luke could only focus on the selfish negatives of having a baby. He told you that he swore he’d never have kids, as they would just “hold him back”. Low and behold, nine months later, your relationship was destroyed with nonstop fighting, as well as little Liam coming into the world. Luke’s perspective on kids changed when Liam was born. Luke loved Liam, but you and he clashed more than ever over the new little bundle. It was finally settled and a court date was scheduled for a divorce. All you had to do was pack your things and go, but it was easier said than done. The battle for Liam began. After months of court cases and battling, a conclusion came near, and Luke was somehow winning custody. “Luke! This isn’t fair!” You cried over your baby, one snowy December night. “Get your things and go, but you’re not taking Liam.” He replied coldly. Your sad eyes searched his stern face, waiting for it to say ‘This is all a dream’ but, it didn’t. “Fine. Just let me say goodbye,” you wiped your tears and turned on your heel, climbing up the stairs to the nursery. You quietly entered your baby boy’s room, and picked up the sleeping bundle. The small baby giggled when he opened his big blue eyes. A smile curled your lips. You walked around Liam’s room with him cradled in your arms. You babbled on to your baby as he cooed to every word you spoke. Suddenly, you felt soft eyes piercing your body. Luke was leaning against the door frame, observing you. You sat in the rocking chair across from Liam’s crib. You looked into the baby’s innocent orbs. The small child giggled. With one arm you cradled him, while you let Liam hold your thumb with his tiny fingers. “Mama’s gonna go away for a while little one,” you sniffled, tears stinging your eyes. “You’re going to grow up to be a handsome, caring man like your father once was. Til we meet again darling,” you kissed the baby’s forehead, then put him back into his crib. He whined, then began crying. You began to cry too. You pushed past Luke, who was still in the doorway, gazing at you and Liam. It wasn’t until then that he realized how much a baby needs its mother—how much you actually loved Liam. Luke went to reach after you, but no words came out. He watched from the top of the stairs as you slipped out the door, not sure if you’d ever be back for your things.

18 years later

“I am so sorry,” you gasped, scrambling to pick up your business papers that fluttered to the ground. While exiting Starbucks, you pumped into a young man that was entering the coffee shop. “No worries,” he replied with a chuckle, bending down to help you pick up your papers. You sighed as he handed you some sheets of paper. “Thank you so much,” you giggled, looking up at him. You narrowed your eyes, staring at the man. “L-Liam?” You whispered, absolutely stunned. “Yes ma'am,” he smiled brightly, just like Luke. “Sorry bud,” a rough voice said from behind your son. “Just a business call.” You knew that voice from anywhere. It was Luke. “{y/n}?” He spoke softly when he saw you facing Liam. You nodded, deciding weather to leave or stay, but your feet wouldn’t budge. “Hello Luke.” “Mom?” Liam said out of nowhere when realization hit, making tears fill your eyes. He knew. He’d seen the pictures, and you were surprised Luke even associated you into his life. “You remember?,” you blinked, shifting your gaze from Luke to your son. He nodded, “May I?” “Wha—” Liam pulled you into a tight hug without letting you finish. “I never thought I would ever meet you,” he sniffled, his face in the crook of your neck. “Now we have,” you whispered, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “{y/n},” Luke cleared his throat, causing you to pull away from Liam. You were waiting for yelling, maybe some insults. Luke grinned just like Liam. “Would you mind getting some coffee with us?”

Who should I do next for this theme?

New Love

second part of New Life

So, I didn’t write a sex part because I felt like it would ruin everything, sorry:c

It didn’t take long for Ashley to fing the perfect full-time babysitter, her name was (Y/N) and she treated Angel like her own child. She was about Ashley’s age and just.. perfect.

The first day started with going shopping together.

“No, no, no! The diapers are way to big for Angel”, she scowled but still tried to hide the smile that crept onto her lips. She grabbed the diapers Ashley just threw into the shopping cart and put them back, instead she walked a big further and grabbed another package of diapers and held them in front of Ashley’s face.

“Those are the right ones”, she said, a playful smile was on her lips as she put them into the shopping cart. “What do we also?”, (Y/N) asked and turned towards Ashley. “Uh”, he stuttered and glanced at the piece of paper he was holding in his hands. “Some clothes”, he said and looked back at (Y/N).

Her eyes lid up slightly. “Oh, I saw a really cute dress when we got here, maybe it’s in her size as well!”, she said in excitement and guided the male to the clothes section.

The first moment Ashley met her, he was overwhelmed by how beautiful she was. The way she wore her hair, those sparkling eyes, everything, even that silly laugh she had when Angel did something funny.

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