and i still don't know how to not make them fuzzy

Nct 127's reaction to their s/o being upset because they don't kiss her

Request: NCT dream or 127 reaction to their girlfriend getting pouty and whiny when they don’t kiss her

A/N: my heart is weak for this, it’s so cute aw- and i decided to do 127 unit, i hope you don’t mind!



Would apologise right away and feel bad but at the same time, find it cute that you wanted his kisses so badly. You’d catch him smiling slightly to him when you pout, but he does it so lowkey you hardly ever notice. But he finds it super cute that you get clingy like these at times and becomes 10× more affectionate to you, often showering you with hugs after you start whining or pouting.

“aw someone’s whiny today”

“i havent seen you in a week, i miss you and your kisses :-(”

“come here, i’d give you all the kisses you want”

Originally posted by taeiloves


Adores it A LOT, and likes to tease you about it. Ends up giggling and smiling to himself because he finds it cute how you get upset over these small little things, and he feels loved and appreciated because he knows you love his kisses. His teasing could go on forever but he eventually always gives in because he’s soft for your pouting.

“ooo someone’s upset she can’t kiss me”

“shut up johnny”

“well if you want kissed you must be able to reach me first”

“you’re so mean-”

“/leans down quickly to peck your lips/”

Originally posted by nakamotens


Becomes a shy ball and would be a little flustered at first, but internally he’d also find it funny as he’s the pouty and whiney one most of the time. Softens right away and like Taeil, would become even more affectionate than before. Although he doesn’t show it, he loves it when you act like that because it shows how much you love him.

“aw babe don’t pout”

“but you ignored my kiss just now”

“come here, let me make it up to you”

Originally posted by nakamotens


Teasing you 24/7 about it. He isn’t afraid to show that he loves it and he’d purposely avoid kisses so as to see that side of you. And would attack you with kisses at the most random times because he loves seeing your expressions. This guy seriously Smiles non stop and would get all fuzzy and happy because he feels loved by you, which at the same time, makes him more cuddly than he already is.

“you want a kiss? no hehe”

“yuta you suck”

“oh… then all the more you don’t deserve a kiss /sticks tongue out/”

“so mean”

five minutes later and he attacks you with a big hug and pecks your face all over with that bright smile of his

Originally posted by y-ta


Would act like he’s annoyed with you and probably whines back too but in fact he enjoys it and finds it cute and adorable. Would purposely frown and act like his mad, making you feel bad but then he flashes you his gummy smile and hugs you. Tries to act cool™ by always avoiding your kisses when in reality he’s weak for them and his heart is beating like crazy whenever you do it.

“you’re so annoying, why are you so whiney today omg”

“you know why doyoung”

“what? i don’t know”

and when you glare at him, he softens and leans in to give you a kiss

Originally posted by hey-uta


Brightest sunshine!! Giggles to himself a lot and won’t stop smiling at your actions, calling you cute and adorable. At times he likes teasing you and making you pout more but other times he gives in and ends up showering you with kisses, hugs and pecks on your face. Loves it most when you act like that because he knows you truly love him and his kisses, and he’d be more than willing to give you more.

“babe you’re so cute”

“yeah if i was maybe you shouldn’t have ignored my kiss”

“aw someone’s upset”

“come im sorry, let me give you all the kisses i can right now”

Originally posted by neotechs


Another shy ball and wouldn’t know what to do, other than just giggle and pinching your cheek as he finds it super cute. Only teases you occasionally but still manages to be the sweet person he is. Eventually kisses you and you’d notice how he’d blush and smile brightly to himself, as his eyes stare at you lovingly.

“it’s been two days since i saw you :-(”

“do you miss me that much?”

“of course, especially your kisses”

“hehe come here”

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts


This clueless bun actually thought you were genuinely upset with him, he’d apologise sincerely and it’s so adorable you end up laughing and giggling because how is he so pure??? But after time goes by he notices it a lot and finds it really cute, and as he’s shy, he doesn’t show it so he’d giggle to himself softly whenever he sees you pouting.

“goodness, im so sorry, i’ll kiss you now!!”

“really? aw”

“anything for my princess don’t be upset!!”

“im not upset omg you’re so cute-”

Originally posted by neotechs


Another one who would tease you for it and would also act like he’s mad but on the inside he’s all fuzzy and screaming because he loves it a lot. Would play hard to get like Yuta, but always end up failing because he gives in to your pouts- it’s one of his weaknesses. From time to time, he’d avoid your kisses so he can see you act like these, but most of the time he’s the clingy and affectionate one.

“someone’s being so clingy today”

“you’re like that too shut up”

“ooo there goes your kiss bye”

“i hate you”

“/giggles and pecks you on the cheek/ i lovd you too”

Originally posted by donghyukslee

anonymous asked:

Krypto as a handreared newborn pup headcanons? Fitting in Lena and Kara's hands, his tiny eyes and ears shut until 3 wks and he opens wide baby blues like Kara's, his fur getting thicker and softer as days go by, learning to walk and fly and roll, eventually growing bigger and super strong. Like, I'd bet my life Lena would have a scrapbook or three's worth of pics from a new born that could fit in her hand to a massive doggo almost as big as her couch!

He’s small.

That’s the first thing that runs through her mind when she sees the small- oh, he’s so small- bundle in Alex’s arms.

He’s so tiny. Kara makes sure to keep her hands open wide, steps slow as she follows Alex to the medical room. She gives her sister a wide berth as she walks around the room.

“We’re just gonna run a few tests. Okay?” Kara stares down at the small, small dog on the too big table. “Kara,” hands settle on her shoulders, and oh, Alex’s eyes are soft and concerned, “okay?”

“Yep. Good, great I mean. Thank you.”

Alex studies her for a second before her hands fall away with a last squeeze. “Is he from Krypton?”

“Yes,” Kara answers immediately. The heat of the pod still burning away at her fingertips, her family’s crest etched into its side. She clears her throat, “He is.”

“It doesn’t look like he has any powers right now.”

Kara sighs, chin skimming over her chest when she bows her head. That’s what she was, is afraid of. She could tell immediately from the way he had stumbled around, the earth not caving under fumbling paws.

(Her chest ached.

Her fingers itched with the need to hold him, to have this last part of Krypton in her palms, but she couldn’t. Things tear and snap and break in her hands.

She couldn’t bear to see that happen again to another piece of Krypton.)

“What’s wrong?” Alex scratches under his chin, bright blue eyes blinking slowly up at them. “Do you recognize him?”

“No, no.” Kara tilts her head and squints her eyes, trying to push past the fuzzy memories. “Well, I don’t- I know Jor-El was trying-” Kara shakes her head. “He wanted to send something that could help me protect Kal-El, but he’s, he’s a puppy.”

“Sometimes things don’t go according to plan though.”

(Kara thinks of hurried footsteps and hands urging her out of her bed. Hushed whispers of you must leave. Of silence and darkness and nothingness for twenty four years.

She thinks of herself, looks at the puppy- too young, too late- and agrees.)

Alex smiles. “We always wanted a dog.” A sob burns at her lungs, wiggles through her chest and up her throat, because she’s scared and worried but Alex said we and she’s here. Their shoulders brush as Alex shifts closer. “Come here.”

“He’s so small Alex.”

“I know, I know. Hands on mine, remember?” Kara forces out a strained breath, easing her hand over Alex’s as she pets him, adjusts the pressure she applies until Alex nods and moves away.

Kara runs a finger over his head, nails scratching lightly behind a flopped ear. “He’s so cute,” she breathes.

He looks so out of place amidst the cold and sharp lines of the DEO. She knows what it’s like to be poked and prodded when it doesn’t feel like the right place, the right time.

She gently scoops him up. “Gosh, he’s light too.” His nose is featherlight against the crook of her elbow, snuffing against her arm. “That tickles little guy,” she coos, smoothing a thumb down his head.

There’s a knock against the glass, J'onn stepping in with a curious look. “Report.”

“Well, he’s definitely from Krypton. No powers as of yet.”

J'onn crosses his arms, but oh, there’s a softness to his movements before he relents and lays a careful hand on his head. “Do we have any idea how long it could be until they show up?”

“None.” Alex shrugs. “Right now he’s just a regular puppy.”

“And his name?”

They both turn to her. It’s on the tip of her tongue, a murmur in the halls between her father and Jor-El. Eyes bluer than her mother’s hologram, bluer than the ice in the Fortress of Solitude stare at her.


antique-moonglade  asked:

Any line from Ed Sheeran's perfect? Drarry, pretty please with a chocolate fudge on top?

Okay, this isn’t strictly part of the list but hell, it’s @antique-moonglade and it’s Sheeran ❤️

A piece of wood in the hearth emits a long, hiss, spitting loudly and startling the tightly wound mound of fur out of its doze. Glaring at the merrily cracking fire, Victoria gets up, stretching long and high, pure white fur standing on end for a moment, before slowly stalking over to the unoccupied armchair, answering Harry’s soft chirp with a sullen meow before hopping up, curling in on herself and settling back down.

Draco’s glasses are perched so far down the bridge of his nose that they threaten to slip right off the upturned tip and into the book in his lap. Not that it matters; he’d stopped reading several minutes ago.

He’s too busy watching his husband over the polished silver rims of his spectacles, biting down on his tongue to keep from smiling to himself like a lunatic.

It’s Friday, nearly 11PM – Warbeck croons in the background, the Wireless making its characteristic whirring sounds between songs. Outside the second snow of the season falls slowly in twirling bits of dazzling white, the edges appearing fuzzy through the window. Large, mismatched mugs of hot chocolate sit under a Stasis on the coffee table, steam curling up steadily.

Draco’s socked feet are in Harry’s lap, being absently massaged as Harry reads the day’s Prophet that’s draped over the back of the sofa. Harry’s already pulled out all of his Weasley jumpers, clad tonight in a rich violet number with a broad, very slightly asymmetrical, yellow H on the front. His hair is still damp from the shower, curling up under his ears and sticking out at the back as usual, the heat from the fireplace slowly setting it in that mess. He frowns lightly as he reads, mouth sometimes moving soundlessly, lopsided glasses slipping down constantly.

Draco feels a hard lump rise in his throat and his heart threatens to explode right out his ribcage.

“What?” Harry asks, looking up suddenly, eyes wide and warm behind his glasses, small smile of adoration curling along his lips. “You’re gawking.”

“You have chocolate on your face,” Draco replies blandly, the warmth in his chest spreading in long tendrils. Harry rolls his eyes, sweeping a sleeve across his face before pinching the side of Draco’s foot, laughing at the indignant squeak that gets him, eyes already back on the newspaper. “You ever think about who you would have liked to end up with had I not snagged you first?”

The completely random question has slipped out before Draco can reel in his thoughts properly. Harry blinks, looking utterly baffled, and Draco chews furiously on his tongue.

“No,” Harry replies slowly, deliberately, “I don’t think it’s ever crossed my mind. Besides, it’s quite pointless.”


Harry chuckles softly, folding up the newspaper and tossing it aside. “Yes, pointless. How is it even relevant now? It’s not as if I’d have been even half as happy as I am today,” he adds with an easy shrug.

Draco swallows, pulling off his glasses and folding them carefully. “So you are happy…with me?”

Harry stares impassively. “Over three and a half years since we promised forever togetherness and now you think to ask me this?” He grins then, sudden and blinding, the abject love in his expression making Draco want to sing.

“Well, I figured I’d just confirm,” he retorts, though the snide sting he intended doesn’t quite ring. “So, you never think how it might’ve been had we not…?”

“No! Why would I even want to?!” Harry seems genuinely confused as he laughs. “There was only ever you for me, babe.”

“What?” Draco breathes.

Harry shrugs again. “You know… Like, we believe there’s someone out there for us, yeah? That one someone, waiting for us.”


“So I realised pretty soon after we got together that you’re that someone for me,” Harry says simply as if it’s the most obvious thing, before peering owlishly at Draco’s blank expression for a bit. “What? You never thought that? Like there’s someone waiting for you?”

Draco nods mutely, looking down at Harry’s hands kneading away expertly at his soles. It’s only after a very long pause during which the fire spits weakly and Victoria contentedly purrs in quiet reflection of the general ambience of Draco’s life, “I just–” His voice cracks and he quickly clears his throat. “I—I’d never have thought… I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

Harry’s hands go still, and for a while they just stare at each other.

“Well… I am.”

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.”

It gets colder by the minute outside - inside, pure warmth cocoons their tightly wound forms, no space for the cold, no space for doubt.

amnesia || sebastian stan

word count: 2109

summary: sebastian stan x reader → he’s waiting for you to remember

author’s note: i took a chance on this one. it’s been in my drafts for awhile now and i’m just now posting it. it might be a little out of character, since i didn’t originally have anyone planned out for this. (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors) enjoy :)

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Distracted || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Teeth rooting fluff.

Word Count: 1280+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss.

A/N: Second to last part you guys! So close to being done, and I’m really sad. I don’t want it to end, but the last one is it for this series! I want to thank you guys again for liking the story. Please let me know what ya’ll think! I need validationNo but really, I do like knowing what you guys think! Like and reblogging helps me know too! Thank you and enjoy you guys!! 

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful creator!

Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

Twenty-two months, thirty weeks, and five days. When he thought of that number, Steve’s mind would spin while his heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe how long they had been a couple, how the two of them fit together like a piece of a puzzle. She was witty, charismatic, and stunningly gorgeous. Steve still struggled to see why Y/N, someone so pure, decided to pick him. Of all people, she chose to be with him. Even repeating it, Steve couldn’t figure it out.

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Thanks for the Memories

Ao3 Link

Pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety

Word Count: 610

Warnings: peaceful death; old age

Author Note: I came up with this and couldn’t suffer alone.  Please don’t kill me…

Patton looked at the others, taking in each of their faces slowly.  They sat in a small circle, surrounded by a fuzzy darkness, waiting.  Roman was crying softly, his tears pooling in his wrinkles.  Wrinkles mirrored in all of their faces.  He was hugging Virgil tightly, the smaller staring blankly into the air.  Virgil would be the first to go.

“My job is done,” he had said, merely hours before.  “I’ve had the simple goal of keeping Thomas safe all these years, and now…when I can’t do that anymore…my last job is to fade, to make sure he’s at peace.”

“You’ve done such a wonderful job, my dark prince,” Roman said now, choking back sobs.  He took a shaky breath, feeling Virgil grow weaker beneath him, knowing it was time.

He nodded to Patton, shutting his eyes tightly as the moral side stood and approached.  He caressed Virgil’s cheek one last time, sparking the final recall.  He watched as Virgil gasped and shuddered, cried and laughed, reliving his memories.

“Goodnight, my dark, strange son,”  Patton murmured, as Virgil stilled in Roman’s arms and faded out of sight.

Roman gasped for breath, sobbing, and looked up at Patton.  “P-please,” he begged, “Don’t make me wait too long.”

Patton nodded, tears falling down his cheeks.  He hugged Roman as he went through his own memories.  “See you soon, Padre,” he whispered as he faded as well.

Patton turned around, facing Logan, who opened his arms.  Patton sobbed, rushing into them.  Logan cradled him, rubbing his back, “Shh, it’ll be ok mon coeur, it’ll only be a few minutes.”

“B-but I d-don’t w-want t-to live w-without you for even th-that l-long,” he choked out.  Logan nodded, “I know, I don’t either.  I’ll be waiting, my heart.  You’re the strongest of us, I know you can do it.”

Patton took a deep breath, looking up at Logan, “I’m scared,” he whispered.

Logan smiled reassuringly, “That is to be expected…I am too,” he admitted.

Patton steeled himself and reached for him, willing Logan’s memories to begin.  He watched as small smiles, quiet gasps, and a single tear escaped Logan, and hugged him tight until he was gone.

Patton stood, swaying, as he felt the emptiness settle in his chest.  He took a deep breath, looking at the darkness inching closer to him.  He had to finish his last job.  Then he could see Logan again.  And Roman and Virgil, already all together on the other side, waiting patiently for him.

He let out a heavy sigh, dropping his cat hoodie from his shoulders.  The one Logan had given him all those years ago…

He sat down, pressing his hands to the floor of the mindscape.  His knees protested, but he didn’t care.  He began Thomas’ memories, feeling the peace settle through the mindscape.

Then he began his own, watching as he and the other sides grew up before his eyes, learning how to work together for Thomas.  He watched, smiling as he saw them growing closer, becoming a family, watched and relived all of his memories with Roman, with Virgil, with Logan.  His sweet Logan.  He laughed at some of Logan’s attempts at romance, smiled lovingly at others, cried through every one of their ridiculous fights.  Watched as their faces started to sag and wrinkle, as age set in.  Watched them fade from him one more time.

Smiled as he felt himself fade.  And he had done his job, because he knew he had left Thomas happy in his final moments.  And in a few more, he would join the others once more, and they would never have to be apart again.

Don't do space drugs, kids

I’m actually really proud of this one! Another fix for @taylor-tut
If y'all have something you want me to write, hit up my ask box or even just message me. I like friends. Also I’m on mobile, so if the cut doesn’t work, I’m super sorry.

‘Lance, you aren’t dying.’

Those four little words had become like a mantra in his head for the past hour, a lifeboat keeping him safe in denial. In truth, he really wasn’t dying, but being sick in space was still scary. Normally, Lance had a tendency to hide any illness that happened to strike him, downing copious amounts of DayQuil and going about his life. He had collapsed a handful of times in a childhood full of various illnesses, which, for him, was a pretty big deal.

Still, there was no way to do that now. Lance was a paladin, albeit the weakest link of the chain in his mind, and paladins were close. No, he couldn’t possibly just work through this. He couldn’t bear the thought of worrying anyone, not this early in their whole “family dynamic” thing. Besides, he didn’t have DayQuil, or any medicine, jo matter what he wished.

Instead, Lance decided to talk to Allura. She would be discreet, surely. And thus far, human biology didn’t seem that different from that of Alteans. So everything would be fine.

“You’re symptoms seem a bit strange from my perspective, Lance.” Allura’s brow was creased with worry, despite Lance’s bright smile. Keeping such a wide grin plastered on his face would probably help him get the space drugs, he figured.

A few anxious thoughts crossed his mind, flashing words like 'addiction’, 'side effects’, and 'death’, but he shrugged them off. He just had to make it through the next few days, when his body (hopefully) would be fully recovered.

“Nah, by human standards this is pretty mild!” Allura’s brows remained creased. “I promise, Allura, I’m fine. Well, not fine fine, but I’m not dying or anything. Just a sore throat and a little headache, that’s all.” This time he was lying, purposely leaving out the swirling feeling in his stomach and that fact that his headache wasn’t exactly small - his eyes felt like that were being scraped out with a sharp spoon. Still, he grinned and bore it, nodding as she told him the specifics of the little green pills she’d handed him before shooing him away so she could rest. Allura always seemed tired these days, and Lance reminded himself not to complain of exhaustion when those better than him were also ailing.

As per the princess’ instructions, he downed the pills with a full pouch of water and a bite or two of food goo, and within the hour, he felt the effects. His eyes didn’t really feel better, they felt… huh. None of him felt better per say. His aches and pains felt numb, not better, and never before had he really noticed the difference. He found after some trying he could walk normally, turn his head, speak, lift his arms… the feeling returned without pain as numbness faded into oblivion and was replaced with a feeling Lance could only describe as “anxious pins and needles”.

Every inch of him felt jittery and overflowing with energy. It reminded him of the time his brother had first started taking Ridellan for his ADHD, and described feeling his hair standing on edge inside his brain. Only, Lance felt a little different. Energized.

He could still feel the quakes of what had to be a fever coursing through his veins, but pure energy flowed alongside it, and he was itching to train. Bouncing off the walls.

When he came running into the training deck, Shiro raised an eyebrow.

“Lance?” he asked. “What’s going on with you?”

“You look like death, man,” Pidge added. “Maybe you should skip training today and nap.”

Lance felt himself shaking his head furiously. Hair got in his eyes but he didn’t feel it, or recognize his own hand pushing the stray lock away.

Huh. Weird.

“What’s weird?” Hunk asked, stepping forward.

He said that out loud?

“You did. That too. Seriously, are you ok?” Pidge asked, starting to look really worried.

“I’m great!” Lance beamed, though he felt a little like his body was a second suit of armour, a suit far too big for him.

“You sure?” Keith asked. God, even mullet was worried.

“Yes!! I felt a little off this morning but I had a drink and some breakfast and now I feel great! Best medicine ever!!” He could feel himself practically shouting, but didn’t know how to control his own voice now. Starts flashed quickly across his vision, but he shook his head and pulled out his bayard.

“Let’s go, let’s go let’s goletsgoletsgooo!” Lances words came out so fast and loud that his tongue couldn’t keep up and fell behind, slapping the words together in the least graceful way possible.

Shiro and Hunk exchanged worries glances, and Keith stepped forward. Maybe if Lance just worked this energy spurt off, he’d go back to bed and rest. Or shower. Jesus Christ, he was sweating bullets, and practically vibrating where he stood.

He whispered something vaguely reassuring to Shiro as he took his place to begin sparring, hoping to calm their leader’s nerves.

Pidge, on the other hand, ran off to find Allura. She had a feeling something was wrong. Really wrong.

Everything was fuzzy. His head was pounding and fuck it was boiling in here but he had so much energy and somehow amidst all the pain still felt that horrible numbness and he had to get it out of his system.

Keith charged at him and he moved to the side so fast that he stumbled, a whine of pain escaping his lips. No, he couldn’t give up now, once the numbness settled down he could keep going he just had to… had to…

Dodge. Punch. Kick. Shot, at the feet. Keith was down, although, of Lance was at all healthy he would have realized Keith had purposely fallen to end the fight without fever-fuelled tears.

Lance himself collapsed into a chair, only to have Pidge run frantically in two ticks later with a fearful yet determined expression. She pressed her hand to Lance’s cheek, and swore.

Shiro didn’t stop her.

Everything in Lance’s view was blurry and fuzzy and full of imaginary stars. He could barely breathe, but the numbness had finally began to wear off. Something familiar was by his side, and he leaned into someone’s arms at their insistence.

“C'mon Lance, I got you,” the voice said. It sounded like Keith.

“Bonding moment?” Lance asked weakly, feeling rather faint all of the sudden.

Keith hummed back at him. “Yeah, buddy. Cause I’m cradling you in my arms again.”

secret santa ~ jonah marais

requested: yes

HI darling I know your busy and it’s no rush but I really love your writing and I thought this would be cute for the holidays. You can do any of the boys but I was thinking Jonah. If you could write about the reader being friends with the boys and doing a secret Santa. The the boy she likes (he likes her back but she doesn’t know) gets her and knows exactly what to get her, like something she really wanted and then they talk and get together after they exchange gifts, sorry that’s confusing Ily❤

summary: when getting the guy she’s in love with for secret santa, y/n struggles to find an idea for a gift. skip to secret santa and this guy has gotten her the present that she wanted most. 

warning(s): cursing (maybe)

word count: 2044

author’s note: thank you you’re so sweet! i love this idea and enjoyed working on it. hope you love it:)) also i was very far in before i realized that this was that he gets her and not they get each other, so i hope it’s not too cliche that they both got each other (does that count as a spoiler?)

My fingertips trailed over the small piece of paper that was folded oh so neatly as i watched the other boys run around the room, trying to hide who they’d gotten from each other. A smile appeared on my face as i looked towards my personal favorite (although i’d never admit that aloud) stood calmly in the corner of the room, opening his little slip with a smile. The other boys were loud and chased each other, trying to sneak a peak at each other’s paper in attempt to figure out what each person had them. Jonah however, just stood there quietly, content with who he’d gotten and i could practically see that he was thinking about the things he’d get for whoever his person was.

As I got into a safe place, I took a seat at the table, opening the little piece of paper. My heart skipped a beat when i read the sloppily, but neater than most, writing that said jonah. I tried my best to keep a poker face, sure that someone would catch on after i’d given him the present if i smiled widely. jack came up behind me and started to say something before i covered his mouth and quickly threatened into his ear, “say something and i swear to god you won’t live long enough to get a damn present” 

jonah laughed at my words as i blushed, “this is why we keep you around, y/n” 

i bit hard on the inside of my lip, smiling at the boy sheepishly as i removed my hand from jack’s mouth and the curly haired boy stared at me with a look of fear. throughout this past year, i’d grown very fond of these boys. after meeting jonah through a small accident where he’d accidentally spilled coffee on my shirt, he’d introduced me to these boys. we’d all grown close to each other due to my ability to bond to each of them in different ways.

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anonymous asked:

thinking about how sven wound up in space since it doesn't seem like he's horrifically traumatized like shiro. it'd be pretty dramatic if the alteans landed on earth, and humanity was like 'oh no, please don't lobotomize us!" but then it turned out that the empire was there for the alien refugees camped out all over the place secretly, so humanity was like 'oh, ok, proceed'. which would be better, political dissenter altean akira, or galtean akira on the run from the brain surgeons? both?

Hm you know I’d say Earth probably was fighting Altea though? We know Galaxy Garrison was training fighter pilots after all, and Sven seems like someone who’s been with the resistance for a long time. I imagine our Shiro wouldn’t have been so hostile to people that meant no harm. And when he’s helped by a garla, he’s the first one to trust them. Sven strike me as much more wary and less sympathetic. I feel like he probably joined the garrison knowing he was signing up for an intergalactic war rather than just getting thrown into it. (I feel like this also matches up with his 80s backstory more). Plus, Hira did say they wanted to “spread peace to every world.” I think that includes Earth. 

As for Akira, I’m thinking Half-Altean instead of half-galra (because it still frames him as someone from the “enemy,” has the potential to put a rift between him and teammates, ect). I headcanon he’s one of the personal royal guards of the current Empress. But she thought he turned on her and put him through the hoktril operation. Here’s a quick edit thing, full backstory for it below the cut

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sleepy // daniel seavey

request: Can you write an imagine where you and him have a cuddly day in bed?

whoever sent this didn’t specify which boy, so i’m just gonna stay in my comfort zone and write about Daniel bc he’s my baby and i love him and he’s the easiest to imagine and write for me lol

and i hope this is satisfactory, bc there’s not much cuddling but hey there’s a lot of fluff so heck yes

triggers: none, just hella fluff

daniel rolled over in his sleep, his body searching for some sort of heat. It usually came in the form of his girlfriend, y/n. his still sleeping face formed into a frown, noticing that she wasn’t there next to him.

his eyes opened, revealing a dazzling blue color that was still clouded with sleepiness. daniel slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked to y/n’s side of the bed, seeing that it was empty. his eyes darting around the room in search of y/n. she wasn’t in the bed next to him, she wasn’t anywhere in the room. where was she? did she leave him? oh god, what if she did leave him? daniel was already delirious from his sleep, and this was not making it any better.

daniel was about to throw fit when y/n finally walked back into the room, fully showered and ready for the day. she had a cup of coffee in her hands, and she sipped on it casually as she approached a still confused daniel.

“morning sleepyhead, nice to see you up,” y/n told her boyfriend in a slight teasing tone. daniel rolled his eyes in a playful manner and flopped back over, burying his head into the pillow.

“oh c’mon, don’t be this way,” y/n set her mug on the nightstand before sitting down next to daniel’s blanket covered form. he mumbled some incoherent words into pillow, causing y/n to laugh lightly. “babe, i can’t understand you,”

daniel lifted his face from the pillow, turning his head to look at y/n. “i thought you left me,” he pouted, making her heart melt. his bright blue eyes met hers and she lifted a hand to play with his messy brown locks.

“i’m sorry you thought that babe, i’d never leave you, i promise. how can i make it up to you?” daniel lifted his head off the pillow at the proposition, a smirk replacing the pout that was there not even thirty seconds ago.

“stay in with me today, i don’t wanna do anything today and i know you don’t want to either,” he bargained, making y/n roll her eyes.

“as much as i would love to, you have a meeting to go to today. and remember last time you missed a meeting? jonah almost-” y/n started, but was interrupted by daniel’s phone going off. daniel nearly cheered at the notification, not wanting to relive the lecture jonah gave him on being an adult and all that crap.

daniel scooted over to where his phone was on the nightstand, unplugging it from the charger and turning on the phone. he squinted for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the screen before swiping on the notification.

y/n waited impatiently as he read his message, seeing the smirk on his face growing as he read it.

“what is it daniel?” y/n asked, tempted to snatch the phone right from his hands and read whatever it is for herself. but she had more morals than that and waited for daniel to show her for himself.

“i guess we can stay in now, because my meeting has just been canceled,“ he said in a smug tone, showing y/n his phone screen in triumph. y/n snatched the phone, reading the message on the screen.

jonah: hey bro, the meeting today was cancelled. something about having an emergency meeting with some other artist lol. just wanted to give you a heads up, i already told the others. see you tomorrow in the studio, love ya

y/n looked up from the screen, seeing daniel’s smug face looking at her. “okay, i guess i don’t have anything else to do today. just let me get changed,” y/n sighed with a smile on her face. daniel whooped in victory, waiting patiently as y/n went to go get changed back into her comfy clothes.

she returned a minute or two later, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a random t-shirt of daniel’s. y/n hopped into bed, almost immediately being captured by daniel’s arms and brought to his body. she cuddled into his warm body, looking up at him a pressing a kiss to his cheek.

daniel pouted again. “c’mon, give me a real kiss.” he complained playfully. y/n sighed, but a smile slowly crept up her features. she pressed her lips to his, smiling as the warm, familiar feeling of his lips on hers overtook her senses. their kisses was sweet and passionate, and never failed to give both of them endless butterflies. when they kissed it was like nothing else mattered in the world but their lips melding together and the fireworks exploding between them.

he pulled away from the kiss, looking into her eyes with all the love he could muster up. she smiled up at him, causing a warm, fuzzy feeling to appear in his heart. daniel loved this girl with his whole being, and nothing could replace that fact.

she leaned up for another quick peck, their lips touching for only a second or two before she pulled away with tinted cheeks.

“so, netflix?” she asked, reaching for her laptop.

“hell yeah.”

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.4

Warning: violence (not really but idk what triggers you), swearing, smut (ig kinda)

Word count: 1829

A/N: Ok I’m not so sure what you personally would say the definition of smut is but you know it’s something. I will get more extreme than this, I just didn’t want it to be all of a sudden sex, I want to have some fun with it first. Hope that’s all right.

Part 3:


By the time I figured out how I was going to get out of this damned cage, the sun had already gone down and all the boys were back. Felix took watch again and was standing quietly at his post, just outside the cage. I puffed out my cheeks and reached up under my corset and pulled out my tank top. I ripped off the bottom and stuffed the top back in my corset. I focused my attention on Felix making sure he didn’t turn around and catch me. Keeping my gaze on him I slowly backed up till I hit the cage and crouched down. My hand reached behind me and I blindly searched for the purple flower. Once I felt my searching finger graze against one I plucked it out of the ground and wrapped it in the black cloth.

“Hey Feeeliixx.” I said as I stood, I could just see the irritation building up in him, but he still turned to face me. I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes but locked eyes with me. I walked towards him holding his stare and my smirk grew into a cocky grin. When I reached the other side of the cage he licked his lips and I leaned against the bars. “I want to have some fun.” I whispered and leaned so close that my lips barely brushed against his. He inhaled deeply and moved back a bit. “I’m not falling for this, you’re staying in there till I’m told otherwise.” He said as his breathing increased and he stared at my lips. “Well you know there are a lot of things we could do without ever having to open the cage.” I said tilting my head and brushed my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes as I lightly scratched his head. His eyes then suddenly flew open and he stared me straight in the eye, “Screw it.” He said angrily and pressed his lip roughly against mine. For a moment I forgot all about my plan of escaping, my mind went fuzzy and was only focused on the movement of our lips. They moved in sync for a moment before his tongue licked my bottom lip, with out thinking my mouth opened. His tongue roamed every inch of my mouth and I let out a low moan. I tangled my fingers further into his hair as he deepened the kiss. He then pulled away just for a second, allowing us both to get a breath, before he pushed his lips to mine again. I grazed my teeth against his bottom lip causing him to let out a low groan. He put his arms through the bars and wrapped them around my waist pulling me as close to him as the cage would allow. He removed his lips from mine making me whimper and attached them to my neck sucking roughly, sure to leave a mark. I let out a gasp and he continued his assault on my neck, moving his way down to where my breasts were pushed up from the corset. He kissed them softly before nipping and sucking, leaving more love marks.

I opened my eyes, my head spinning in pleasure, when I saw the light of the bonfire coming from the camp. The sight shook me from my lustful daze and I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I glanced down at Felix and for a second thought about abandoning the plan to see how far this would go. No no no, I need to get the hell out for here. Once he finished leaving a dozen love bites on my breasts he licked each one to soothe the pain. “Felix” I moaned and he trailed kisses back up my neck until he reached my lips kissing them softly. He pulled away, the both of us panting, and locked eyes with me once again. I slowly bring my hand that holds the flower up, I comb my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. I take the opportunity to put the flower just under his nose and he, unknowingly, breaths it in deeply. Second later his limp body falls to the ground with a loud thud. I glance up towards the camp and see that everyone is oblivious to what had happened. I squat down and search Felix for keys to the cage. “Sorry hottie, but I gotta get out of here.” I say when I find a set off cold keys. There are only two on the makeshift keychain made from a vine and I pray one of them opens the cage. Luckily for me the first one I try causes the lock to click open. I look again to the camp and watch silently as the boys one by one head off to bed. When only a couple remain I push open the cage just enough for me to slip out, I step over Felix’s unconscious body and make my way around the cage finding the patch of flowers. I pick a few more and wrap them in the same cloth. I push them in between my boobs and the corset and make my way towards the camp.

As I approach the camp I can see a group of three lost boys facing the fire trying to stay warm. I try to stay as light on my feet as possible as I creep up behind them. I hook my arm around one of their necks pulling him to the ground,quickly shoving a flower up his nose, and swing my leg under a second one causing him to fall flat on his back. The third attacks me from behind just before I get a chance to put the second one to sleep. I manage to fight my way out of his grip, though, and I push a flower in his face and do the same to the one still groaning on his back. Panting, I stand and brush the dirt from my pants and look down at the boys around me. I click my tongue and look around the camp, I hear nothing but the crackling of the fire and some snoring coming from all around the camp. I walk around a bit trying to find the leaders tent, guessing that that’s where my belongings are being held, but can’t seem to find it. “Where the hell are you?” I whispered, then pause. I spin around and start to get frustrated, but then I see a tree house not to far from the camp. “Found you.” I say smiling and head towards it.

Once I’m at the base of the tree that is occupied by the tree house I realize just how big it is. I bite my lip and look around for a rope latter or some way to get up, but don’t find one. Looks like I’m tree climbing. I look up and find the branch closest to the ground and jump. I hold onto it and pull myself up and look for the next branch to climb. After a few slips and cuts I make it to the entrance of the tree house. Pulling myself up I find the door open and no lights on. I peer in and find a large bed on the other side, and in it lies a sleeping boy in green. I tip toe in and look around for my satchel and sword. I find my things slung on a chair next to the bed. ‘Of fucking course’ I think rolling my eyes. I quietly walk over holding my breath, when I reach the chair I look back at the boy and turn to retrieve my things. I sling my bag over my shoulder and reach for my sword when I feel a danger placed around my neck.

“You naughty girl.” The boy tisks in a low, groggy, voice. He places a hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face him. “How the hell did you escape, what did you do to Felix?” He asks his face tight with anger. “He’s fine, believe me. If anything he left more marks on me than I left on him.” I smirked and he glanced at my neck, following the trail of spots down to my breasts. His eyes widen for a moment then meet mine again. “You vexed him?” He asks raising an eyebrow at me. “I’d hardly call it vexing. He was all for it.” I say keeping the smirk plastered on my face. He looks away from me shaking his head in disbelief, then moves the danger away. He looks me in the eyes again, then down at the marks, and finally at my hands that are covered in blood from the few cuts. “Come with me.” He orders and walks away. I stare at him, baffled, but follow anyway. He pushes a curtain aside to reveal a small washing room. He grabs a cloth and turns on the tap, wetting it. He then turns to me leaning against the sink and grabs my hand, pulling me towards him and wiping away the blood. I watch him curiously as he continues to gently clean my wounds. “Who are you?” I ask when he had finished and wrapped a new cloth around my hand. He glances up at me with his forest green eyes, through his eye lashes, and it causes my breathing to falter for a second. He smirks at this, “I’m Peter… Peter Pan.” He says standing up straight and looks down at me, he’s only a few inches taller than me but it’s intimidating. “What about you love?” He asks taking a step towards me, “What’s a pretty thing, like yourself, called?” He says as I take a step back. “Mariana.” I choke out. “Well Mariana there are consequences for escaping the cage.” He says still advancing. “What are you going to through me back it the cage?” I ask trying to keep the distance between us but I back into a wall. “No, something that’s fun.” He says stopping only centimeters from my face. I hold my breath and he leans in pressing his lips to mine. I stay completely still and this causes him to get frustrated. He groans against my mouth and presses harder trying to get a reaction out of me. “Come on love. I’ll make you feel good. Better than Felix did, that’s for sure.” I still don’t do anything and he moves from my lips to my neck causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips. I slap a hand over my mouth and he looks up at me. “You’re tough to crack. But I heard that. Don’t worry love. I’ll. Have you. Soon. Enough.” He said in between kisses on my neck. “If Peter Pan wants you,” He says against my neck then looks up at me his lips brushing over mine. “He gets you.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you do a fic where Frank finds Karen asleep at her laptop or something and so he puts her to bed, thanks c:

This ended up being influenced by the second trailer so it’s more TP setting than not; hope that’s okay!!

With her chin precariously leaning against the edge of her palm, her other hand’s already fallen to press against the laptop haphazardly. An endless string of G’s roll out on the otherwise blank text document taking up the screen and he doesn’t need to push back her fan of hair to confirm that she’s fast asleep. Micro continues tapping away unperturbed at his desk a couple feet away.

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Why Rain and Cake Don't Mix

AN: I found a funny prompt and I wrote it. This is based in the rooms but not the “affects the other sides” rooms of the sides. Thanks again to my gran for helping me with this, and all of the support she gives me. Love you! Anyways, I hope you laugh as hard as I did writing it.

Relationships: Logicality, I guess if you squint prinxiety.

This was the prompt:

“If I’m dying, let me eat cake.”

“You’re not dying.”

“Let me eat cake anyway.”


Virgil had worried that Patton would get sick when he decided to go find a flower Logan had been wanting in the middle of pouring rain. It seems those fears had not been unfounded.

Patton had come back clutching the azalea Logan had spent hours earlier that day searching for, soaked to the bone and shivering.

“I f-found it!”

“Patton you need to get your wet clothes off, and we need to get you warmed up before you get sick.”

“Awwwww is my s-shadowling w-worried?” Patton cooed with chattering teeth.

“Well Pat, you’re going to get sick if you don’t listen to me, so yes I am worried.” Patton’s shivering worsened and Virgil grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to Logan’s room.

“Logan, Patton found your flower and now he’s soaking wet.”

“Patton, why?”

“B-because I l-love you Lolo!” At this, Logan shook his head fondly and took the azalea from Patton. After setting it down on his desk, he turned back to Patton, who was now being slightly held up by Virgil.

“Sweetheart, we need to get you warmed up. You get your wet clothes off and Virgil will go get your fuzzy pajamas. You’re going to get sick if you don’t get warm honey.”

Patton’s energy was somehow renewed and he started taking his wet clothes off then and there, causing Virgil yell that he had to go and rush out of the room blushing madly. He signaled his return by sticking the pajamas through the door and muttering, “Tell me when he has clothes on again.”

Patton got redressed and Logan told Virgil it was safe to come back in. Logan moved to tuck Patton into bed when Patton suddenly blacked out, scaring the living daylights out of the other two sides as they moved to catch him. They laid him in the bed and anxiously tried to rouse him. He woke up easily, to the great relief of the other two, but was babbling incoherently.

“Lo, do you think he’s running fever?” After Virgil asked, Logan moved his hand from Patton’s cold one and felt his forehead, nodding to confirm Virgil’s suspicion.

“It’s times like this I wish Roman didn’t go questing so much. He would be able to conjure medicine, and food, and we would have someone to help us take care of Patton.”

“Well, if he can’t be here to help us, we’re perfectly capable of taking care of Patton ourselves. Which of us do you want to take first watch with him to make sure he doesn’t get worse? The other one of us can sleep in here so we can be here if the other needs help.”

“That is excellent strategizing, and I will take the first watch. Can you go and get Patton something to eat and drink for when he’s coherent again?” At Logan’s request, Virgil went to get Patton some crackers and water. He returned to find Logan looking lovingly down on his sleeping boyfriend.

“Well, at least they’ll both keep until in the morning. I’ll go on and get the extra bed set up, and you can tell me how long you think our shifts should be.”

“I would say about four hours is a good enough shift, that way both of us can get enough sleep to function tomorrow. Let me know if you need any help with the bed.” Virgil left for the final time that night to get the extra cot out of the hallway closet, and at Logan’s insistence, went to sleep.


He awoke about three hours later to the strangest argument he’d ever heard.

A sleepy, congested Patton said, “But Logan honey, I want cake!”

Logan sighed and said, “Patton, you are sick. You ARE NOT eating cake, it will make you feel worse.”

“If I’m dying, let me eat cake.”

Logan exasperatedly replied, “But you’re not dying.”

“Let me eat cake anyway.”

Logan gave his best mom-glare and shook his head in a way that said ‘no, and that’s final’. Patton grinned sheepishly and finally took the crackers Logan had been gesturing for him to take throughout the entire conversation.

“Can I at least have-”

“No you cannot have cookies, brownies or ice cream until your fever goes down.”

“Darn it.” As the exchange continued, Virgil burst into hysterical laughter, causing the others to realize he was awake.

“Awwww hi my sleepy shadowling! Your laugh is so cute!”

“Patton do not attempt to distract me from our conversation by changing the topic to Virgil’s, admittedly adorable, laugh.”

Virgil blushed slightly at this, his laughter calming down to occasional giggles.

“How do you know me this well? You know every trick I’ve got!”

“It’s because I love you dear.” Logan turned around to tell Virgil that Patton’s temperature had gone down, but it was still high.

Over Logan’s shoulder, Virgil saw Patton suddenly grin evilly.

“Hey Lolo? Could you come here for a second?”

Logan turned around slowly and said"Yes sweetie?“

When he looked at Patton, he had the biggest puppy dog pout Logan had ever seen, and OHGOSHITWASSOCUTE- no, he would not fall for this.

“My darling Lolo, can I PWETTY PWEASE HAVE CAKE?”

Hearing Virgil’s laughter restart behind him, he stared Patton down, determined to not give in. But as that adorable lip started to wobble, and they eyes grew impossibly bigger-



At this point Virgil was crying from laughter, and Logan couldn’t help but smile slightly. Patton was once again cooing over his “adorkable dark strange son”.

Suddenly Roman stepped in, covered in dirt and twigs, with a look of confusion on his face.

“I have returned from my grand adventure, only to stumble upon a most unusual sight. Is hot topic actually laughing? Has this day become a day of impossible happenings? What has happened to bring forth this miraculous occurrence?”

Virgil explained between giggles and Roman burst out laughing just as hard as Virgil had been, spurring Virgil back into tear inducing laughter.

Logan glared at them, telling Roman to conjure a cake for Patton and moving to sulk in the corner of his room. At this Patton stopped smiling and stared at his lap.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.”

“Pat, hon, I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself for falling for that. And a little mad at the other two for laughing at me. I take it you feel a little better?”

“Yeah. Do you want to check my temperature again?”

Logan left, and returning with the thermometer, he confirmed that Patton’s temperature was almost normal.


Logan laughed, saying, “Yes, my sweet pattoncake, you can have cake now.”


And as Patton spent part of that afternoon throwing up the immense number of sweets he’d eaten, Roman and Virgil could hear Logan from the bathroom laughing and asking Patton if it was worth it.


anonymous asked:

I don't think this has been requested...what would the boys think when new mom tells them she loves them the first time? (such precious little ones, they deserve all the good things)

Admin Mawile: (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) Agreed!


-The only time his mother ever loved him was when he did what she wanted, and hearing that you love him even when he doesn’t obey your every command is shocking. You really mean it, and he hardly knows what to do with the knowledge that that love is unconditional. 


-He has a hard time believing that you could mean something like that unless he’s earned it. If he’s been good that day, then he agrees completely. But if he hasn’t lived up to his own standards, if he’s been bad, it’s impossible for him to believe that you could really love him. 


-There wasn’t a moment in his life when he believed his mother loved him. She dangled affection over his head to taunt him, and little else. He can hardly imagine really being loved by someone, not the kind where all he has to do is exist, not appease your every whim. 


-He’s spent his entire life trying to please a woman who cared more about the dirt under her nails, and his entire being is still coded to seek affection wherever he can dig it up. You saying that means everything to him, and he’ll be sobbing from happiness in seconds. 


-What he knows of love is a scary thing indeed. You’re nothing like her, though, and a part of him desperately wants to believe that your love will be different. He’s terrified of what someone truly loving him might mean, but you might actually be an adult worth trusting. 


-He doesn’t understand why you could possibly love a dirty, disgusting failure of a child, but he can’t quite bring himself to argue. If you could really mean that, then you’d be the first person to not turn on him for it. He wants to hope that you won’t reject him just for accepting it. 


-While he despises the idea of depending on someone so much, the idea of you really loving him is enough to make his stomach churn in desperate twists. You’d be the first adult since his family to care, and there are parts of him that need their kind of affection to return. 


-If he can actually trust you to mean that, you’d be the only person other than his brothers to care. Adults have been nothing but cruel to him so far, and the idea of you actually loving him is more than a bit frightening. And yet, he wants the love that he’s seen other kids get . 


-He has vague, fuzzy memories of having a family to love him before, but you’re the first that he really knows of. His brothers and gang were one thing, but a real parent is entirely different, and he’s not quite sure if he can trust your love after the orphanage, no matter how badly he wants it. 


-His idea of love involves pain, beatings, and attention in the only way he’s used to. Your love has been so much more gentle than he ever knew people could be, and he’s beyond eager to accept it. He’d do anything to make sure that you never want to take that back. 


-He’s spent his entire life working for love that never came, and the very idea of getting it now, without doing anything but existing, is almost too good to believe. If his own parents didn’t think he was worth loving as he was, what in the world makes it so different for you?


-The only love he’s ever seen is the kind that has to be earned, and somehow, he can’t quite picture you demanding that. It’s a very different picture to imagine love without working for it, but the very idea of so much attention given freely is more than enough to make him accept. 

Songbird (Avengers x Reader, slight Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Okay. I write stuff too but I dont post them and I’m having trouble to do this; “H-how long have you been standing there?” (Reader sings and dances with headphones in bc he/she thought they were alone, until they turn around to find the team standing there and witnessing their glorious moment of singing to a wooden spoon at the top of their lungs). This scenario has been stuck in my head for a month and someone needs to do it 🙈🙏🏻 good luck! I hope to read it 😘😘

Requested By: @thatgirlsar

Word Count: 1,438

Warnings: Um, none? I mean unless you count embarrassing situations…

A/N: Hi!!! So sorry I haven’t posted in forever, and so sorry that it took me so long to do this request! I absolutely loved writing this and it was so much fun for me! I included a bit of Steve x Reader even though the request didn’t ask for it. I don’t know, I thought it just helped everything flow better. Also I threw in a bit of Kelly Clarkson in there because I was once obsessed with her and her music never fails to put me in a good mood. Requests are closed right now but if you would like to be added to my tag list, just send in an ask saying that you want to be added and you will be added! Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and FYI: (Y/F/S) means ‘your favorite song.’

Tag List: @mp938368 @gcneral-organa


Originally posted by life-is-onee

Ah, what a beautiful day…

You thought as you woke up that morning as the warm morning sunshine warmed you up, leaving you feeling absolutely blissful in your mound of blankets. Today was your one day off in what seemed like forever. Practically being the Avengers’ babysitter- ahem, manager- took a lot out of you each and every day.

You have been in this position for what has seemed like a millennia, but in reality it has only been two years. While those two years were amazing, they were also very frustrating as you constantly babysat- managed- the whole team. From picking up a drunk Tony from a club to even going on a morning jog with Steve so he isn’t alone; your job covered pretty much every aspect of their lives. 

You woke up in the morning and made each and every one of them breakfast while Nat kept busy by practically interrogating you as she tried to set you up with someone. Later on in the day, you made sure each of them went to training and ate healthy. At night, you would help them figure out their mission assignments and even hold some as they went to sleep in fear of nightmares. 

Yes, your job was pretty much a glorified nanny, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Except today, you tell yourself as you sit up in bed. Today is my day.

Sighing out as you stretch, you can feel your muscles relaxing. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you begin to walk around your room in search of some comfy clothes. Finding the perfect pair of yoga pants, you slip them on as you grab an old band t-shirt. Figuring it will be cold, you grab Steve’s hoodie that you stole a couple of days ago. Pulling the warm material over your head, you revel in its scent and the way it engulfs your body. 

Its going to be a good day, you tell yourself as you grab your phone and headphones. Plugging the earbuds in and turning on a song, you happily make your way to the kitchen as you hum along to the tune. 

Smiling as you enter the kitchen, you find that it is completely empty. This just adds to the beginning of your perfect day as you realize that you can make breakfast all for yourself. As the song ends and a new one begins, you begin to pull out all of the ingredients needed for your signature pancakes. Deciding to treat yourself a bit, your grab some fruit from the fridge as well planning to make yourself a smoothie as the pancakes cook.

Soon the familiar beat of (Y/F/S) fills your ears as you begin to mix in the ingredients. Smiling to yourself, you can feel the giddiness rise within you as the song plays out.

Casting a careful glance over your shoulder, a small smile appears on your lips as you find yourself alone. Taking this as your chance, you soon begin to dance around the room, sliding on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks as you ladle batter onto the griddle. 

The aroma of the pancakes cooking makes your giddiness-levels rise as you soon find yourself singing into the wooden spoon in your hand.

It is a good day.

The Avengers, one floor below your amazing rendition, sat clumped around some measly bowls of cereal. 

“I miss (Y/N)’s cooking…” Tony grumbled out as he moved his spoon around in his soggy cereal. 

“Yes, Lady (Y/N)’s food is amazing…” Thor reminisces as he takes a feeble bite out of his Pop-Tart. While he does love his Pop-Tarts, it is no match for your cooking.

Sighing, Steve looked over his dismal team. “Yes, I miss it too. But its her day off, she deserves it more than anyone.”

“While I agree that to be wholeheartedly true,” Sam begins as he took a bite out of his bagel. “I do miss her cooking.”

“Ach. Do all you boys just think about your stomach?” Nat questions as she looks over the group. “(Y/N) deserves a day off.”

“She does,” Wanda nods along as she agrees with Nat. The group soon fell quiet as they continued to eat their less-than sublime breakfast. 

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Clint asks, breaking the silence. The group paused as they sniffed the air, trying to distinguish what this new heavenly smell was. 

“Yeah, smells like-” Bruce starts, but is soon cut off.

“(Y/N)’s pancakes,” Bucky finishes. Slowly, every pair of eyes drifted upwards to where the heavenly smell was coming from. The silence was abruptly ended by a monstrous stomach growling. The group, shocked, looked over to where Wanda was as she sheepishly held her ravenous stomach.

“You don’t think (Y/N) would mind if we just went up and had, like, one pancake, right?” Steve shyly asked as he looked up at the ceiling. 

“I don’t think she would mind a bit,” Tony added.

“Nope, not one bit,” Sam finished as he held his own growling stomach. 

Silence followed as the group paused and looked at each other, wondering if they were really going to do this. As a collective unit, the entire team got to their feet as they hurriedly shuffled to the elevator which would soon bring them to your wonderful cooking.

Unaware of the elevator doors opening, you continued your dramatic rendition of ‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson as if the love of your life was right in front of you.

Totally into the song, you hopped up onto the island counter as you continued to belt out the lyrics.

The team, completely shocked, stood there watching you. Their eyes followed your every move as you danced on that counter as if your life depended on it. They listened to you belt out the lyrics as if you were performing to thousands. 

Soon, you would be as Tony grabbed his phone and pressed record. Nat, seeing the devious smile on his face, widened her eyes.

“TONY!” She shouted as she snatched the phone out of his hands. Unaware of what she just did, she continued to yell at Tony. The rest of the team stared at her with shock- and with fear- as you had just found out that you had an audience.

Eyes wide full of fear and embarrassment, you looked down at the team assembled before you, still holding the wooden spoon in your hand.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” You weakly mutter out, frozen to your spot on the counter. 

“Since the beginning of the song…” Wanda mumbled out. Eyes growing even bigger, you begin to feel a rush of heat travel through your body in embarrassment. 

Sensing the tense and awkward situation, Steve, your knight in shining armor, stepped in. 

“Hey, um, lets all just go to the diner down the street for breakfast, okay?” Mumbles of agreement soon filled the room as the team left one-by-one to grab their jackets to trek out into the freezing weather. 

Still shocked, you stayed frozen in your spot until Steve walked up to you.

“C’mon, go grab your coat,” He said as he helped you down from the counter. 

Confused, you look at him. “But I made breakfast here-”

“I think your breakfast got a little burnt,” Steve says as he motions towards the black rock of batter that was once your delicious fluffy pancake. Sighing sadly, you turn off the stove top as you walked back to your room to grab your coat with Steve.

“Thanks for helping me out of that awkward situation,” You mumbled out, still mortified at what happened.

“No problem,” Steve says as he helped you into your coat. “I know how embarrassing it can be to perform to an unexpected crowd. Trust me.”

Laughing at his recollection of the glory-days filled with tights, you nodded your head. “Still, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve responds with a smile. Walking down to the van filled with the Avengers, you feel your and Steve’s arms touch slightly. “Besides, I loved your impersonation of Kelly Clarkson.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, you looked in awe at Steve. “You know Kelly Clarkson?”

Rolling his eyes playfully at your comment, he nods. “Well, yeah. I’m 96, I’m not dead.”

Laughing at his reply, you grab onto his arm. “C’mon, Gramps. Its my only day off and I’d love to eat something that isn’t burnt with my best friends.”

Shrugging off the nickname, Steve opens the van door to find the team once again bickering. “You got it, Songbird.”

The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.
8 Years to Fall in Love

Originally posted by jjks

The First Christmas

Jin x reader

Bestfriend AU/Angst, romance, smut

Word count: 20k

Day 1  ⇢ earmuffs

The ice broke into little flat grounds against his feet, crushing and crunching the piles of snow as the cold breeze brushed through his hair with winds cooling against his jacket. Flickles of snowflakes fell on top of his hair, creating almost a crown bedding as he walked through the white carpet that lied ahead of him, the softness that sunk when he stepped. His hands were tucked in the warm holes of the pockets, face covered up to his nose and a bit above with a maroon colored scarf, feet in his socks inside his heated black boots, and ears covered by his pink ear muffs. He loved his treasured pink earmuffs.

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I read you for some kind of poem

It reminds her that what they have is little, no nothing, more than an arrangement. He is a prince and has all the power in the world. (And she has little more than her ability to stay invisible.) Jon and Sansa AU.

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They make fun of how she always tries to keep clean. Trying to keep mud from splattering her hem despite sleeping on the floor at night.

They tease her for her love for songs of romance and princes. They snicker at how she stays hidden in the tunnels just to listen to another ballad sung in court.

Varys even calls her his Little Ladybird.

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anonymous asked:

If you feel like it, could you please continue to cling to canon and give us more of Sam and Dean and George the cat? Dean + cat is a perennial weakness of mine and I swooned over that little canon-compliant snippet.

It takes about three months of George living in the bunker before Dean fully capitulates. He doesn’t say anything, of course. No discussion about whether or not they’re keeping the damn cat. It’s just, one day as they sit working in the library, there comes the faint scratching sound from the electrical room as George covers up his mess in the half-a-cardboard-box with dirt in it that they’d rigged up, and Dean says, finally, not looking up from his laptop, “We ought to pick up a real litter box, that thing’s a pain in the ass,” and Sam blinks at him for a few seconds and says, “I could get one on Amazon,” and Dean grunts and keeps reading whatever he’s reading, and–well, that’s it. Sam puts a scratching post and a little cat bed in his basket, too. Red plaid flannel, soft-looking. Might as well keep George on theme, he thinks.

George never uses the bed, of course. He sleeps curled up on the classic cars in the garage and on the leather armchairs in the library and directly on top of Sam’s laptop (never Dean’s, and Sam’s starting to get suspicious about that). He shreds the scratching post in about three weeks, scattering little carpet tufts all over the kitchen floor. Dean props his hands on his hips and sighs, gives the cat a hard look where he’s sprawled on the table, but George only tucks his paws under his chest and starts up that contented rumbling purr, and so Dean can’t do much but sweep up. He makes Sam buy one of those weird ones made out of cardboard after that, though, leaning over Sam’s shoulder as they bicker about whether to order the one with the climbing tower or not (I’m not having a cat coming at me at head height, Dean says, and Sam thinks that Dean just doesn’t want to once again be the shortest person in the bunker, but he keeps that to himself). 

They don’t sleep together every night, though they do more often than not. Another thing they don’t really talk about, not that they need to. They used to keep the door closed, too, until George came to stay. That first night, Sam picked his head up around two in the morning to insistent tiny screeches over metal, and Dean sighed into the pillow, and Sam scrubbed his hand over his face and said, if we give in once–, and Dean sighed and said, story of my life, and so it was left to Sam to get up and shuffle across the cold concrete and crack the door, and then a silvery little shadow coiled around his ankles in the dark and made a soft mrr, which Sam was going to pretend was an apology, and by the time Sam made it back to bed there was a fuzzy lump tucked in against Dean’s warm side, purring contentedly. No, Sam said, but when he took his spot back George just walked spiky circles around both of their legs and then turned into a loaf on the small of Dean’s back and started purring even louder. Dean sighed again, mumbled, this is your fault, and Sam rolled his eyes, but he scritched behind George’s ear, too. He’s a very soft cat.

Tonight, Sam wakes up with a start, heart pounding in the back of his throat as he tries to gulp down air. It takes him a moment–but no, he’s in the bunker. Four in the morning, six years after he got away, and it was just a nightmare. Everything’s as fine as it always is. He scrubs a hand over his face, laying there alone in the dark. He went to bed early, not long after dinner, and it turns out Dean didn’t join him. No big deal, though at the moment he kind of wishes–but, no. Doesn’t matter. He’s just cold, that’s all, and he didn’t work his brain hard enough before bed. Might as well get up now, though, even if he’s groggy, because–well, because.

He trips on the cat immediately, soft fur stretched out in front of his bedroom door. “God–” he says, and there’s a skitter as George bolts away, his tail probably trod on, “goddamn it, cat.” A little sharper than he meant, a little louder, something trembling weirdly under his skin. Fuck.

He’s sitting in the library, just one of the lamps on, holding his coffee against his chest. The warm of it, the smell, it’s–good. He breathes. Wonders how long it’ll be until Dean gets up. He could go for a run, kill some time, only it’s raining outside, enough that he can hear it even down here, and it just sounds so… miserable. He’s staring, at nothing, and he has no idea how long it’s been when there’s a nudge against his shin, and then George hops up onto his lap, needle-claws sinking immediately through his pajama pants. He hisses, but he still feels bad about earlier, and he just stays still, trying not to wince, while he’s kneaded into submission. It’s only a minute or so before apparently he’s the right consistency and George winds himself into a circle, all twenty pounds and plumy tail wrapped up neatly with his heavy little head tucked against Sam’s knee. Sam lays a hand on his wide soft back. “Hey, cat,” he says, quiet, and George starts up a steady rumble in response, warm and constant as one of those stupid Magic Fingers mattresses Dean always used to love.

When Dean finds them, later, Sam has finished the coffee and is just sitting, content to be a cat pillow, at least for now. Dean squints at the two of them. Sam tries to smile at the pretty epic bedhead Dean’s rocking, but Dean obviously sees something a little different because his expression changes. He comes over and runs a hand through Sam’s hair, eyes narrow. Sam shrugs, then lifts his face up. Dean kisses him, close-mouthed and obedient, and he smells good, familiar. When Dean pulls back he runs a strong calloused thumb around behind Sam’s ear, and then he crouches and scratches the back of George’s neck, his fingers brushing against Sam’s where he hasn’t moved his hand. “Hey, cat,” Dean says, voice scratchy, and Sam smiles, for real that time. “You wanna give up my brother?”

“Nah,” Sam says, propping his head on his free hand. “I’m leaving you. George and I are gonna travel the country, taking care of–uh, mouse hauntings, or something.”

“Oh, okay,” Dean says, and stands up, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I guess you don’t want another cup of coffee, then. Or, I’m thinking maybe some bacon.” 

“Hm,” Sam says, and picks George up with a discontented mrr. “Throw in some pancakes and I’m in.”

Dean rolls his eyes and scoops the cat out of Sam’s hands, tucking him under his arm football-style to carry him out to the kitchen for breakfast. “This is what I have to deal with,” he says, apparently to the cat. “What kind of man can’t live on bacon alone? I gotta make little cakes, too? Come on.”

Sam grins, and brushes the cat hair off his legs, or tries to. It’s going to be that kind of morning, he thinks, and then goes to stop Dean from feeding their cat Sam‘s share of the bacon.


A/N: whelp it’s here thanks for being patient and all hope you like it! i tried to write it in a way so you can see both povs lol. haven’t edited it out yet sorry!!

word count: 1,1k+

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Y/N was beyond surprised when Chris asked her out on a date. It didn’t seem like something he would do from what she’d heard of him. She was actually excited, maybe she could finally see what he really was like.

Y/N hadn’t told anyone she’s going on a date with Chris, in case this was just a sick joke of his or if something incredibly terrible happened. She didn’t want to be that girl, yet at least. Even with all her efforts to keep it secret, Noora had somehow found out and had insisted to help Y/N out when it came to picking up and outfit (which was a thing that Vilde would do).

That’s how she had ended up hours before her date, lying on her bed with a pile of clothes on top of her. Noora wanted Y/N to put on something special, meanwhile she just wanted to go out with her ’normal’ clothes on since she didn’t want to look like she was doing too big of an effort.

”Alright, I’ll tell you something that I haven’t told anyone.” Noora said with a knowing look, she knew exactly what to do or say to get your attention on something. You kinda hated her for it, but nodded along signaling her to go on.

”I went on a date with William so that he’d leave Vilde alone, but I think I like him now. I really think I fucked up big time now.” Noora was biting her lip, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face, she knew there was something going on with them.

”I’m not really that surprised, you two would look great together anyway so just go for it?” Y/N suggested, giving Noora a sympathetic smile. ”Eskild also told me somethings, so if the other girls know something it’s because he told them not me.”

Noora laughed for a bit before mumbling something along the lines of ”damn you Eskild”. Y/N looked at the clock to check on the time, her eyes widening when she saw how much time had passed by already. She quickly got up and looked inside her closet, picking out a pair of jeans and a nice sweater to wear.

”You’re seriously going out like that even after I told you my secret?” Noora groaned, falling on Y/N’s bed.

”Yeah, it’s Chris after all. I don’t except much from a date with him.” Y/N was feeling slightly nervous, but she didn’t want to show it to Noora.

”Well, I guess I better get going now since he’ll probably be here soon. Good luck.” Noora got up and left before you could even say something to her. Y/N sighed and walked up to her mirror to see herself in it, wondering what could have ever drawn Chris to her out of all the girls. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, she gave a quick last glance to the mirror before going to open the door.

”Hi princess.” Chris said with a smug smile once you opened the door.

”You seriously didn’t have to come all the way to the door you know, but hi.”

”You’re not supposed to do this on dates?” He asked, his eyes wide.

Y/N let out a chuckle at his reaction and walked outside closing the door behind her. ”You’re nervous and I must admit I like it, if this date is a total flop I can blackmail you with it.”

”Well look who’s feeling confident in themselves?” He was smirking, making Y/N blush. He found it cute how she went from confident to shy. ”Let’s go.”


Chris had cheesily enough chosen to take Y/N out on a gaming arcade, but he seemed super stocked so she didn’t say anything.

”What even made you choose this place?” Y/N curiously asked, looking around the arcade. It was almost empty.

”I don’t know. Taking you out for a movie date would be too cliche, taking you out on a dinner date would just be odd and we’d probably be acting all awkward, a picnic would be lame and it’s way too cold outside and I bet 20 bucks that you’d never come in my home for a date because you still think I’m a dick, so this came in my mind and well here we are?” Chris said breathless and went on after a moment ”Fuck did I already ruin it?”

”You’re so awkward, relax it’s fine I was just asking a question.” She gave him a reassuring smile, making Chris relax a bit. ”Seriously though, you’re always like this on dates?”

”Eh, I thought I said before but I always skip the ’dating’ part. You’re the first one who I’ve actually taken out and chased after if we could say that.”

”Oh.” Y/N mumbled, blushing again because, as a matter of a fact, he had said that before.

”Come.” Chris took her hand and dragged her all the way to a dancing game making her rise her eyebrow at him.

”What? It’s a nice game! You should see William trying to play this when he’s drunk.” Chris said letting go of her hand. They both felt a little sad at the loss of contact, but neither said a thing about it.

”I think I can live without seeing it, nice to know what you guys do when you’re drunk.” Y/N said and rolled her eyes. Chris just chuckled before motioning her to come closer to play.

She ended up having a great time and get to know Chris a lot better. He actually wasn’t a total asshole, he was actually nice and sweet and had a great sense of humor, which is always nice. Y/N looked at the time, realizing that they had spent over two hours on that stupid dancing game where he always won.

Chris’ phone vibrated, signaling he had gotten a text message. He sighed and pulled out his phone, his eyebrows furrowing together.

”Fuck, I need to go and pick William up from a party…” He said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving Y/N an apologetic look.

”It’s okay, surprised you skipped a party for this though.” It made her feel quite special actually.

”Well I told you I can be something else than a dick? I’ve got to go though, so bye?” He didn’t know what to say to end it, Y/N quickly picking up on it.

”Goodnight, Christoffer.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off. She felt all warm and fuzzy on the inside and she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she hoped it was worth it.

Chris on the other hand was left standing there as red as a tomato, his hand on his cheek. He felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while.