and smells so horrible

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Originally posted by octaviablakes

“*yn* and her four friends plus Murphy continue on their journey to find and save the rest of the delinquents. When they lose one of their own, tensions between *yn* and Finn reach boiling point. *yn* reunites with one of her closest friends.” 

Warnings: death, violence, swearing, fluff, slight angst 

Notes: Based on 2x04 “Many Happy Returns” of The 100.

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“How do we even know if this map is right?” Murphy piped up. 

“I’m just saying, we’ve been walking for two days and there’s no sign of them.” He continued when his question was met with silence.

“Just be quiet Murphy.” Monroe snapped irritably before *yn* could even open her mouth to tell him off. The group had lost what little spirit that they originally had a long time ago, around the time that Murphy had begun to complain every hour like clock work to be precise. 

“I’m just making the point-”

“Shut up.” *yn* cut him off as she came to a sudden halt and jerked her head around. “Oh what now-”

“Shh.” She snapped, shooting him a silencing glare before turning her attention back to her surroundings. The rest of the group came to a halt and they once again fell into a tense silence, all of them shooting *yn* confused glances.

“Do you hear that?” She murmured quietly. The rest of them strained their ears at her words. There was a pause when nothing but birds chirping entered their ears until they all heard something coming up ahead. 


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// it’s your girl cae over here dying from writers block, hello hello

V and Saeran not added because I didn’t know what to make for theirs I ran out of ideas ;((

{ Valentine’s Day Special }


- He may be talented, but making chocolate was some sort of chemistry. It takes so long too? Why?

- He tries his best though, totally has a “ kiss the cook ” apron on.

- There wasn’t much time until you got back from work; so he tried to make chocolate covered cherries. He watched youtube videos, he really wanted it to look nice.. And they do turn out nice! Only problem? He didn’t use wax paper. Little shits stuck to the bottom of the paper towels and.. Yeah. Not very appealing.

- Mentally freaking out while trying to peel bits of paper off of the bottoms.. But it’s not working the best.

- “ Zen? I’m home! ”
SHIT he jumps and drops the pan with a huge crash

- You walk in at the perfect moment– Zens shocked expression and chocolates littering the floor. It’s a movie perfect scene, you can’t help but burst out in laughter. To which Zen grumbles about with a red face.

- ” What’s all this? ” You singsong, setting your things down on the countertop as you help your boyfriend pick up the mess.

- “ Ah.. I was going to surprise you but– Turns out ”chocolatier” Isn’t something i’m able to put on my resume..”


- He’d been reading up about making sweets, he’s not one for chocolate but he knows how you love them so.

- Had Jaehee order the ingredients and tools, he started before you even woke up. Sadly, the smell of burnt cocoa was too strong to hide. It smelt horrible.. Who knew something so sweet could smell so awful. When you wake up it’s the first thing you ask about– And he’s honest, He tried and failed badly so he ordered you a giant box of assortments instead. But you refused to leave it at that, you tug on his arm to get him to leave his chair– His nose was stuck in a book, but he put it down to see what you wanted so badly.

- You grab two aprons, pulling one around yourself and placing the other on your husband. You didn’t really know how to make it, but since Jumin read up he knew. Instructs and helps along the way, the manual work of cooking and keeping careful eye on the chocolate was your job. Last time he left it unstirred for too long, causing it to burn.

- The duo you two make is amazing, but he clings to you every chance he gets. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head or shoulder, watching you mix and stir away. You grumble at how hard it is to move around with him stuck to you like glue– But his kisses make up for it.


- He’s skilled at cooking, so it should be easy breezy. Reads some online articles before setting on a movie for you to pay attention to, claiming he has something to work on before you two settle in for the evening. Your last surprise, one out of many for the day.

- He gets to work quickly, mixing and stirring away. He was trying to make white chocolates, but the honey he added as sweetener made them.. sort of yellow. Adds a bit of pink food coloring to help it look more appealing– Thankfully it works well. He sets everything down carefully on wax paper before placing it in the freezer.

- He figures a two or three hour movie would be enough time– How about Titanic? But that movie makes him sob like a baby so maybe not. Whatever you decide he’s happy with, except horror movies. Too scary.

- Finally you both settle on a eighties musical, after lots of snuggles and quiet comments about the acting– He rushes over to the freezer when the movies over to check on his surprise. Everything looked nice.. But they kind of; Well, flattened. No longer circles, more like.. tiny splats of pink. He’s so disappointed, you join him unable to take the suspense. The sight of him so torn over this pan of pink was hilarious, you couldn’t help but giggle.

- He blushes, obviously flustered and upset that his chocolate didn’t turn out the way he wanted. But you think the act is so sweet regardless, plus it tastes amazing. You just.. have to eat it in chip form.


- She knew how much you loved sweets, so the night before valentines she sneaks away to the cafe to make you something special for tomorrow. It had everything she needed there, cook books as well. How hard could it be?

- She wanted to go traditional– Milk chocolates, simple yet delicate. She’s adorable in her little pink apron, she tries her hardest to make everything look nice and beautiful. She drizzled chocolate in the shape of a heart as well.

- She decides to head back home for the night and get them tomorrow after your date, it would be a nice surprise.

- After everything’s done and you both are heading home, she chimes on how she needs to pick something up from the cafe– bringing you along with her. Inside, she excitedly pulls out the chocolate. But the heart kind of spread.. It looks sort of bumpy and uneven. She’s disappointed, but you’re quick to shush her– Breaking off a small piece and putting it in your mouth. It melts instantly, causing you to moan. And her to blush.

- It was sweet of her, you said how grateful you were for the gesture before giving her a small kiss– the taste of the chocolate stuck to your tongue. Even though it didn’t turn out like she wanted, it was still nice to snack on for the night.


- God 707 can do anything he sets his mind to! He watches ONE youtube video and thinks he’s ready. Singing loudly in the kitchen while you’re in the other room, talking to him through a door so it could be a ’ surprise ’

- Wants to make dark chocolate ;) and he actually does a pretty good job? Surprising since he didn’t do much research. But he cant wait four hours for it to freeze. So honestly he just throws it in two bowls and eats the batter, even suggests using it as dip for honey buddha chips. He tried it and pretended to have a revelation because of how good it was.

- Proceeds to grab a finger full and smear it on your face, to which you do the same to him as payback. He claims you look ’ just too sweet ’ and chases you around the house with a face full of chocolate, claiming he has to clean you up. Except with his tongue, when he captures you he proceeds to pretend you’re some kind of lollipop despite your pleas, Saeran walks in to Saeyoung licking chocolate off your face and immediately shuts the door screaming.

” I can never catch a break in this house, I swear. ”

EXO | When Their GF is Shipped With Another Member

Anonymous said:

Can you please do the request “When Their GF is Shipped With Another Member” for EXO? thanks<3

You work at SM and after your relationship was outed they were asked questions about you and after that because of how they described you or what questions they had answered or even your clothing style in pictures when you had been caught together out and about fans had began to ship you when another member *Yes the same preface for the Got7 one*

Recently after the interview where Minseok was asked about you people had been starting to ship you with Jongdae; and though he wasn’t really one to get jealous…annoyance would start to arise.

“Yeah…hi guys, remember me? Y/N is dating me not him.”

Originally posted by mminseok


Though he probably wouldn’t be completely concerned by the fact that you were being shipped with Sehun after a while of hashtags and even fan art of you two he would begin to let the stress get to him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned.

“My brain is going to explode with all these…OH MY GOD WHO WROTE A SMUT FANFIC OF YOU TWO?”

Originally posted by yehet-a-kookie

“What’s with the face?” you questioned as you saw Yixing making faces at his phone.

“The fans found your Instagram and they’ve been commenting on the photos that you’re makeup is always…’on fleek’,” he replied.

“So why are you making a face like you smelled something horrible?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Because they’re also saying that you should date someone fashionably fierce like Tao….I can be fierce to,” he said before trying to be a fierce face.

“So fierce honey….so fierce.”

Originally posted by getlayd

He’s most likely to make a joke out of the whole situation when you start getting shipped with Jongin.

“Hey Y/N, here comes your boyfriend,” Baek joked, as Jongin walked into the living room of the dorm.

“It’s not that funny, Baek….” you said.

“It kinda is actually,” he said, “Look…look…look at this photoshopped picture.”

Originally posted by tipannies

Jongdae is also likely to make jokes to try and lighten the mood of the situation. “Well at least it’s Minseok….”

“What do you mean ‘at least it’s Minseok’?” you questioned.

“He’s the only acceptable choice for you to be shipped with besides me…anyone else and I might have to start questioning people.”

Originally posted by iyeolie

This cinnamon bun might get a little self conscious at the fact that you were being shipped with Kris. He might start internally questioning why the fans might think you two would look better together and start to over think the situation.

“Channie, I got food, are you hungry?” you asked, walking into your apartment only to receive no response, “Channie?”

“Hmm?” he questioned, staring at his phone with a pained look on his face.

“Would you give me that,” you said as you took his phone away from him, “Now you listen to me Park Chanyeol, I don’t care what the fans say…the only man I love and have ever truly loved is you and no fan based shipping is going to change that, got it?”

He looked at you a small frown still on his face. “I love you too…and I got it.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

He was actually trying to answer fan questions on live TV when he first saw anything about you being shipped with Yixing. “D.O. what do you think about the recent outbreak of hashtags #Y/N&Lay?”

He froze, the smile disappearing from his face. What did he think about it? He didn’t know what to think about it, this was the first time he was actually hearing about it. But he was definitely going to be doing some digging later.

“I find it rather amusing actually….” he started, trying to come up with a lie.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

“They shipped you with Luhan?” Jongin questioned, when you warned him that after his interview the fans had let their imaginations run wild.

“Yeah…for some reason they think I would look good with Luhan and I just wanted to warn you that-” 

“This is not…that…no….you would not look good with Luhan,” he said, giving a disgusted look.

Even the squad disagrees with the ship

Originally posted by sehunsyixing

“What??” he questioned.

“Did you know that I was shipped with Baek?” you questioned.

“You most certainly are not shipped with him,” he said before taking your phone from your hands, “Let me see that….#Y/N&Baekhyun, what in the world? Seriously, someone came up with fan art in less than five hours?”

“Can I have my phone back?” you questioned.

“Someone just tweeted that they found your instagram and you have ‘amazingly cute photos of you and the other members of EXO at the beach SQUEAL you should see her and Baek.’“

“Would you give me my phone,” you said snatching it back, “At least they don’t have access to my private photos.”

“You kept those?” he questioned.

“Of course…I have my own ship to worry about.”

Originally posted by chensoomyun

He would probably find the whole thing of you being shipped with Suho weird and he would try and over think it. “But he’s like the mom of the group….how does that even happen when I’m me…”

“It’s just the fans being the fans,” you replied.

“But….” he started.

“Let it go Luhan.”

Originally posted by parkchny

If you were shipped with anyone but him he would probably be annoyed about it and you would hear about it. “I go on TV, they ask about the person I’ve been seen with, I tell them that it’s my girlfriend and we’ve been dating for a year and we’re in a happy and stable relationship and next thing I know she’s being shipped with half the members.”

“Are you still-”

“Like how in the world did you manage to get shipped with Tao????” he questioned.

“Hard work and perseverance,” you said, starting to get annoyed that you were going to be late to dinner due to his griping.

“…………….Now I can understand you getting shipped with Sehun with your sassy ass….”

“Oh my god, can we go to dinner!”

Originally posted by yourejustmystylee


Seeing or hearing about the fact that you were shipped with Chanyeol would probably annoy him because he would’ve have talked about how close you two were in the recent interview.

“I don’t really know how to express my potato….” he said after reading the comments on twitter.

“Um…babe I think you meant-”

“I know what I meant and I meant what I said!”

Originally posted by stopdropandfeels


Shut Everything Out (Pack x Reader Request)

‘Can you do #11&32 with the teen wolf pack where like the readers parents died or something like that? - Anon

Prompts: ‘Why are you pushing me away?’ ‘You know, it’s okay to cry.’

Characters/Pairings: Pack x Reader, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Liam.

Warnings: 1 swear word.

Word Count: 1103

Notes: I went with the pack from season 6A. There’s been so many versions of the pack, I’m never sure who to go with! I had to change a prompt by one word, hope you don’t mind.


Originally posted by hobrien

From the moment I heard the news, I felt numb. I was at my emotional capacity and the only option was to shut everything out. I had big decisions to make, like if I was moving out or would I like my Aunt to become my guardian. My head went on auto pilot, it helped me merely survive. I couldn’t do anything beyond that.

After staying off school for a week and not answering anyone’s calls or texts, I received a visit from the pack. It didn’t surprise me, one minute I was ready to take on evil in any supernatural form and the next I can barely handle being a person, never mind a werewolf. My Aunt had left me to do as I wanted, she was too busy making funeral plans and sorting out the important things. In a way, she’d shut off too, otherwise nothing would get done.

A heavy knock came from the door, I opened it to find 5 solemn expressions staring at me. News spreads fast in a small town, at least I didn’t have that part to deal with. Lydia immediately placed her arms around me into a hug, I had to remember to hug back. I was used to this reaction by now so I just let it happen.

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Bagels (Sherlock x Reader)

Summary: the reader is married to Sherlock and is carrying his child. She’s seven months pregnant and is very hormonal and has insane cravings. She wakes up one early morning craving bagels and chaos ensues.

Words: 723

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none:)

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

If someone had asked if Sherlock had ever wanted kids, he would have outright ignored them. He hardly knew the answer to that himself. But now, with his wife of five years carrying his daughter, with only two months to go, he was immensely excited to meet his little girl.

The only part he could really go without is his wife’s ‘baby brain’, as she calls it. She is constantly forgetting things or getting sidetracked. And don’t even get him started on her mood swings and cravings.

Nearly every morning she wakes him up at an ungodly hour stating she wants anything from fried pickles and cream cheese to pizza with caramel sauce. And if he refuses, tears start to silently pool in her (E/C) eyes. He’d sigh and slide out of bed.

However, this time, rather than (Y/N) shaking him awake, he awoke to the rancid smell of something burning and the light sobs of his wife coming from the kitchen. Panic flared up in the detective and he jumped from the bed, running into the kitchen.

His shout of panic died in his throat. There was no fire. No blood. Nothing that showed a serious problem. Just his seven-month pregnant wife, scratching at a blackened bagel with a butter knife, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and tiny sobs hiccupping out of her lungs.

“(Y/N), love, what in God’s name are you doing?” He stepped up to her, taking the knife from her trembling hand. She didn’t look up at him, only thumping her forehead against his chest.

“I-I wanted bagels, and I knew you were tired from the case, s-s-so I got up to make them myself… The bagels were too big for the toaster so I put them in the oven. Th-th I fell asleep… When I woke up the kitchen smelled so horrible… I-I-I… I burnt my bagels!!” She sobbed even harder and wrapped her arms around Sherlock’s torso.

If it were anyone else, he would scoff at the sheer ridiculousness of the scene before him, but this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). He couldn’t help but appreciate the humor in this moment. A chuckle bubbled past his lips until it was full blown laughter.

He wrapped his arms around her and gently swayed her as he laughed. She stopped sobbing to look up at him with a slightly offended look.

“Why are you laughing!? I was seriously scared, Sherlock! What if I burned the flat down!? Are you even listening!?” (Y/N) cried, now angry tears fell from her bloodshot eyes.

“Oh, yes, my dear, I am listening. As I see it, you didn’t burn down the flat so no harm was done. Now, let’s get you back to bed, you’re nearly asleep on your feet.” Sherlock pressed a kiss to her forehead and led her away from the kitchen.

“But I still want my bagel…” She whimpered, holding her husband’s hand as he pulled her into their bedroom.

“I’ll make you a new one, love. Now lay down.”

“But there will be crumbs in the bed, Sherl!” She moved from whimpering to whining. He sighed and nudged her onto the bed. She complained even though she was doing as he asked without a physical struggle.

“Don’t worry about it. Just close your eyes.” He sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through her hair. This side of him, caring and affectionate, it was a side he never showed anyone but you. Which is why no one believed you when you said Sherlock was the sweetest man you had ever met.

By the time Sherlock’s hand finished its fifth pass through her hair, she had fallen asleep once more, her hand clamped around his. He allowed himself a small smile of bliss as he laid down next to her.

His eyes flicked over her features, memorizing her face in this moment so he can go back and remember how lucky he was to have such a woman love him enough to marry and have a child with a man such as him. Loving her wasn’t hard. It wasn’t even a disadvantage. His mind was clearer with her, sharper with her.

He would do anything for her, and their child.

Even if it was waking up at three in the morning to the smell of burning bagels.

I Did It!

A/N: A request from @iridescentreid for a Spencer x Reader one shot where they babysit Henry together! Fluffy! @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @rmmalta @lukeassmanalvez


“Are you sure we can do this?” Spencer asked as you made your way up to JJ’s apartment. This was the first time you were going to be babysitting Henry since he’d been born. He was barely six months old, but you were great with kids and whether or not Spencer admitted it, he was too. You’d both be fine. 

“Spence, we can do this. We’ll be fine. Plus, you said you wanted kids someday, right? Think of this as practice.” As you knocked on the door and waited for JJ, you put your arm around your boyfriend and gave him a slight squeeze. “You’ll do fine and then one day, you’ll be an amazing daddy.”

Spencer leaned down to give you a sweet kiss just as JJ opened the door. “Am I interrupting?” she laughed.

“Not at all,” you replied. You walked inside and grabbed Spencer’s hand, dragging him in behind you. “Just trying to convince Spence that he’s going to be a fine babysitter. Plus, I’m here.”

Spencer looked petrified as JJ handed him six-month-old Henry. “Baby,” you said, stifling a laugh as you took the picture in. “He’s a baby, not a bomb. Cradle him.” He switched him around and finally put him in a better position, while JJ ran you through every possible outcome imaginable; it must’ve been a mom thing. “I’ve babysat before and I have tons of nieces and nephews. We’ll be fine. Won’t we Spence?”

Your boyfriend nodded hesitantly. “Yea, I’m sure we’ll be fine. At the very least, she will,” he chuckled, just barely. God, he was so nervous. It was almost cute and endearing how nervous he was. Henry was his godchild and although he hadn’t said as much, you knew he loved this baby more than pretty much anything else in the world. 

Will descended the stairs. It was going to be the first time since Henry was born that he and JJ were going to go out by themselves. It had been baby life 24/7; they needed and deserved a little time to themselves. “Alright, so I think that’s everything,” she said finally, her eyes lingering on the baby she’d barely left in six months. “Call us if you need us.”

“I’ve got everything under control,” you laughed, pointing backward toward where Spencer was holding Henry. “We’ll be fine.”

JJ said goodbye to Henry a few more times before you finally convinced her that it was only three hours and you were all going to be fine. Henry had been perched in Spencer’s arms, staring straight into his face, but as soon as the door closed, he started screaming. “What’s wrong with him?” Spencer said immediately, as he caressed the back of his head, his fluffy tufts of blonde hair pressed down under his fingers.

“Well, Spence,” you laughed. “It could be many things. He could be hungry. He could want mommy. But in this case…” You pulled the back of his diaper away from his butt. “Poop. Have you ever changed a diaper before?”

“Not even once. I’ve read things about it though.”

You took Henry from his grasp and gave him and your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. “Then let’s learn how to change a diaper, because I can guarantee you that if we have babies, you and I will be changing an equal amount of dirty diapers.”

Setting him down on the table was hard enough, but then neither of you could find out where the wipes were. “You hold him and I’ll fine the wipes.” Spencer placed his hand on Henry’s shirtless tummy, his touch so tentative you weren’t sure it would keep him in place. But thankfully, it did until you were able to find a new diaper and the baby wipes. “Okay, stinky boy, let’s see what we have here.”

As you pulled the diaper away from him, you could’ve sworn Spencer nearly passed out. “How does something so cute smell so horrible?” he asked, truly astonished at how smelly Henry was. 

“I don’t know. Right, Henry? I have no idea why you’re so smelly.” You pulled his diaper away and cleaned his tiny butt with multiple wipes, sticking each one into the dirty diaper until he was clean.

Spencer pointed toward his inner leg. “That’s diaper rash, right?” He asked, having already reached back behind you for the A&D ointment.

“Yes, it is. See you’re a natural.” After applying a generous heaping of ointment and replacing his diaper, you put his clothes back on. “There. Now, we’re not smelly anymore.”

Henry babbled, spit bubbles forming at the corners of his mouth. “Spit bubbles of happiness.” He was a smiley boy. “Next diaper is your turn.”

“By myself?” he asked. His eyes went wide. It’s like he was going to die. “Can you be in the room with me? What if I drop him?”

As you picked up Henry, you turned and snorted. “Spence, what would you do if someone came after someone on your team?” you asked.

“I would do anything to help them,” he said without missing a beat.

“Exactly, you always taking the utmost precaution when it comes to helping someone you love. Sometimes you don’t think about yourself, but you always think about everyone else. With a baby? You’ll be watching him like a hawk. But I’ll be in the room if you want me to.”

Spencer heaved a sigh of relief and reached out to grab Henry. You kind of just wanted to hold on to him and kiss his chubby little cheeks, but Spencer needed to get used to babies considering how freaked out he was by them. Begrudgingly, you place Henry in his arms. “Hi, Henry. I’m Uncle Spencer.”

Your smile could not possibly have been wider. Watching Spencer talk with a baby like he would with someone who could hold a conversation was just about the cutest thing in the world. The three of you made your way back into the living room while Spencer spouted off facts to him about what his milestones were. “You might even start speaking soon. That would be cool, right?”

A huff of laughter escaped you as Spencer sat at the kitchen table instead of in the living room and placed Henry in the high chair. “JJ said he’s eating solid foods now right?”

With a nod, you handed him two packages of food - one green bean and potato and the other peach - dinner and dessert. “Do you wanna try feeding him?” you asked, watching as his eyes went from scared to determined to happy as Henry waved his arms up and down. 

“Yea, that I think I can do.”

While Spencer fed Henry spoonful by spoonful, you started in on the dishes. JJ hadn’t asked you too, but if you and Spencer could get them caught up on chores and put Henry to bed the maybe they could have some more intimate mommy and daddy time when they came home. “Open wide,” Spencer said as he put the spoon up to Henry’s mouth. Baby boy wouldn’t budge. To help him along, you jumped up in front of him and made plane noises. That worked. He happily opened his mouth. Spencer repeated the pattern, giddy each time it worked. He’d been so afraid of fucking up a baby that he was really proud of himself; it was adorable. 

“Okay, I’m going to go do the laundry for them. Once you’re done we can play with him for a little while before we make him a bottle and put him to bed.”

Rounding the corner, you finished the laundry, promptly returning to the kitchen to see that Spencer and Henry weren’t there. You heard a gurgle of some kind and found them near the changing table. Spencer did it all by himself. “I did it!” he said happily. “Thankfully, he left the poop for you, but I did it.”

As you approached, you kissed his cheek. “Yes you did. Everything except for the fact that his diaper is backwards.”

“Dammit,” he laughed.

Now with Henry’s diaper the right way, they returned to you and all three of you sat on the floor, entertaining him for another hour before he got a little cranky. You did your best to comfort him, but he wasn’t having it. Spencer was getting into this babysitting though, because he willingly took Henry and started talking to him. “Now you have a lot of lions in your room Henry, so let me tell you a little bit about lions. Mommy would actually be jealous because they don’t have to be pregnant as long - only 105 days.” Spencer spouted fact after fact and miraculously Henry stopped crying. “I did it!” he exclaimed softly as you giggled at his enthusiasm. “I got him to stop crying.”

“Yes you did, Spence. I’m so proud of you.” All the while you’d been preparing a bottle. “Do you want to feed him or read him a story?”

He opted to sit in the rocking chair and feed him while you read him a story - JJ’s favorite, Bedtime for Baby Star. Once the bottle was finished, he was basically asleep, so Spencer placed him down in the crib, but as you turned to leave, you realized Spencer was still there staring at him, a soft and wondrous smile setting onto his face. One day he’d be doing that with your own children and it made your heart melt. 

You left him to stare, choosing to sit down on the couch outside and wait for him. Finally, about 10 minutes later, he came back as happy as could be. “He’s adorable.”

“Yea he is,” you said sleepily. “You feeling a bit better about taking care of babies now?”

He nodded and pulled you into him. “You’re a natural. You’ll be a great mom one day.”

“And you’re not as bad as you think you are. To be truthful, no parent knows what they’re doing. You’re good with him too, and one day, it’ll be ours.”

Before he bent down to kiss you, he blushed, his smile growing wider and wider by the second. “I’d really love that.”

mangled-temmie  asked:

If you had to be honest. How good of a friend is Ethan?

If I haaave to be honest, Ethan is probably my best friend. We have incredibly similar life perspectives, goals, and connect on a million different levels.

But everyone knows in reality I hate him, I hate him, he smells so bad, he’s horrible, ugh, what a bad person

Drown it » Jennie Kim

» pairing: Jennie x Reader

» genre: Angst, fluff

» author note: I feel like the ending could´ve been way better than it is, but I simply couldn´t find the right way to write it. I hope it´s okay, and that the main part of the scenario turned out as you imagined, anonie. 

» warning: None

» requested by: anonymous

» gif not mine, credit belongs to the owner

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

“Then leave! I´m not holding you back, go!”

What was supposed to be a fun filled day with Blackpink, soon turned into a heated argument between you and your girlfriend. It began with a simple remark coming from your side, quickly escalating into a full blown screaming match in front of others. Your mouth hung agape at Jennie´s words, shock leaving you speechless as well as the rest of the girls. Despite the protests, you ran out of the dormitory with tears threatening to spill. 

Jennie and you were polar opposites. Whereas she was strikingly beautiful, confident and talented woman, you were awkward, shy and in your eyes far from beautiful student of medicine. You wondered why she put up with you, when she had such a great variety to choose from. Jennie always told you she fell in love with you for who you were, but your insecurity never failed to make you question her words. This time, it was no different. Once more you ran away from your problems, ready to drown them in tears and alcohol. You knew better, but you had no will to stop yourself. 

One shot after another, you hoped to feel them slip away any second. They didn´t, sadly, and your frustration only grew. It wasn´t until the bartender himself had refused to serve you drinks you left, relying on your intoxicated mind to lead you back to where you came from. 

With your hand in fist you knocked weakly, leaning against the cold wall for support. You wished for nothing more than to enter the dorm, taking a sip of ice cold water to rid yourself of the horrible nausea. Finally, after several long, excruciating minutes the door swung open, revealing a tired looking Lisa. She blinked a few times, gasping once she realized who was the person at their doorstep at such early morning hours. She grasped you by the hand and pulled you inside, calling out the name of the person who made you such a mess.
“What is wrong with you? Do you know how early it is?” Jennie asked in an annoyed tone, rubbing her eyes. And when they landed on you, they widened in shock. “Jagiya!" 

"I´m sorry.” You mumbled upon hearing her voice, words barely audible. You were crouching by the door, desperatly trying to overcome the sickness forming in your stomach. You resembled a rag doll as Jennie pulled you to your feet, leading you to the living room with Lisa´s help. 

“Do you know how worried I was? I called you at least thousand times and you didn´t pick up! I thought you were dead!” She whispered angrily, trying not to wake up Chae Young and Ji Soo who were still sound asleep.  "Here, drink.“ She placed her  hand underneath your head, waiting as you drank the water she gave you. She put the empty glass on the floor beside her. 

"Please, don´t leave me. I know, I´m not the prettiest nor the most outspoken person ever, but I know how to love. I´m sorry I told you those things, I was just scared you would break up with me.” You spoke, giving Jennie hard time as she tried to make out what your incoherent mumbles meant. She brushed some hair out of your face, looking at you lovingly. 

“I won´t ever leave you.”


You woke up in a rather uncomfortable position on a couch in Blackpink dorms, with a terrific headache and drool on your chin. In other words; a disgusting reminder of yesterday´s bad choices. You reached for your phone which was placed on a coffee table next to you, groaning when it refused to turn on. Tossing it on the opposite end of the couch you were lying on, you let out a loud groan and rubbed your face. 

“Look who´s up.” Jennie spoke up, amusement filling her voice. “Good morning, jagiya, or should I say afternoon?" 

"What time is it?” You rasped, your hands still placed over your face. You let out a disappointed sigh once you learned the time, cursing silently under your breath. But despite feeling as if a cow chewed you and then spit you out, you were quick to realize something wasn´t right. You quickly shot up to your feet, almost immediatly falling back as you lost your balance. “What are you doing home? Shouldn´t you be working?!”

“Calm down, jagiya. I took a day off.” Confusion was written all over your face as you silently stared at your girlfriend, lips parted slightly. Then, you finally choked out. “Why?”

“Taking a break is never a bad thing, right? Besides, I wanted to spend some time with you.” She spoke with ease, handing you a glass of water which you happily accepted, desperate to quench your thirst. “I know I said some hurtful things to you yesterday, and I want to make up for it.”

“You don´t have to. It was my fault too.” You whispered, looking away in shame. Yet another thing to feel bad about, you thought. Jennie was always the one to clean up after a fight, no matter whose fault it was. 

“I want to. I love you, and I figured I don´t show you enough. That´s why you´re going to take a shower and get rid of the horrible smell of alcohol, while I wait for you so we can cuddle.” 

“I love you.” 

the nights are always cold and the fires are always warm and alex sits close to john, close enough that they brush against each other but far enough that no one would be suspicious.

fires spread in a line, dotted across the sand. they’re vulnerable here, out in the open - but the fires distract from the camp in the trees, and that is how they justify them. few men balk at being assigned to keep watch by the fires. no one has been killed beside one yet, and it’s warmer than a tent. other men, soldiers not assigned to watch, warm themselves beside fires of their own before going off to sleep, and the shore lights up at night, a string of fires not unlike precious gems threaded together.

and here, beside their own fire, alex can laugh with john and drown in his voice. the sky wheels above them, and their toes are freezing despite their heavy stockings, and they smell horrible after so much time spent tramping through mud and rain, but it’s a clear night and the ocean air fills their lungs and in this moment they’re invincible.

one by one, the fires die out. alex can hear sand being kicked over the closer ones. as each jewel winks out, he draws closer to john, and before long the only fires left, the ones manned by other soldiers on watch, are so far away they couldn’t possibly see much of anything from that distance.

alex takes a chance. he seizes john by the cravat, kisses his lips firmly, and then settles back and takes john’s hand.

the fire dances in John’s eyes. “what was that for?” he asks. the corners of his mouth curl upward.

and alex smiles, settles closer against the chill, and says, “just because i can.”

Time to Say Good-Bye

((Remember this? I suggest listening to something like this while reading.))

The sound of fabric rubbing together momentarily blocked out the sound of ticking as Dan picked at something on one of his gloves. He’d long since escaped his thermos, and Clockwork had let him stay at the clock tower so long as he didn’t destroy it or go messing around with time. Considering both that Dan liked being free and his existence was now tied to the timeless citadel, he begrudgingly avoided doing so.

Today, it was just Dan and Clockwork in the clock tower since Danny wasn’t visiting. Clockwork wasn’t the most talkative person by himself, and Dan wasn’t a conversationalist. Which meant that it was quiet. Dan was fine with that. Lounging in the top of the relatively stationary gears of the clock tower picking at his gloves was fine by him.

“Dan, I’m going to visit Danny,” cut through the silence. He looked down at Clockwork, who was floating in front of one of his screens. Pictures of Danny, his friends, and Clockwork over the years adorned the console below it. A few even included Dan. “Would you like to come with me?”

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to: dokyeom

“You were my almost.

An almost in like, not in love. I remember feeling this way the first time we met. There was just a certain charm to you. Or maybe it was the warm feeling yet mundane look of the fall colours, all the brown of the dying plants. You were a complete contrast to it all. A brightness of sorts.

After knowing of your existence for only moments, you managed to make me laugh. You made me want to hold your hand. It would have been the perfect time. It was cold. Romantic. Leaves were falling, the ones already underneath our feet crunched with the briefest touch. We were strangers that acted as if we knew each other since childhood.

You started talking about things that made you happy. Those cookies that smelled like maple syrup but tasted horrible. But you said the smell ‘seduced you’ so you ate them anyway. The willow tree that was cut down by the pond that was removed. The one by your old house. And the lilacs that surrounded the area, too. But white ones. You said it was fine. You liked the purple ones better.

You gave me your phone number. The last two digits were 42. That was the only part I remembered because you said it was the age of your mother. You spoke of her and how much she meant to you. How she was your light. I never had the chance to say that you were mine. Oh well. It would have been too brisk.

Every Friday since that one, I think of you. The boy who would always elate me, even if he were just in my thoughts.

That was who you were.”

Peanut Gallery

Rosalie Hale imagine requested by anon. “Could you do a imagine. Where the reader is a shapeshifter who imprints on Rosalie. They try to stay away from the cullens because they are scared of what Rosalie’s and the pack’s reaction would be. Eventually somebody confronts the reader about it.” Hope you like it!

This was one of the many reasons why sharing a collective mind with a bunch of biased teenage boys made your blood boil. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t understand (though that was about as likely as rain in northern Washington), it was more so out of protective instinct that the intermingling of thought must be prevented. Swearing-off phasing was easier said than done; your anger had to be controlled on an almost obscene level; driving, of course, was an impossibility. You were suddenly very gung-ho and namaste about every minor infraction that would usually drive the fur through your flesh and the fangs from your jaw. Of course, it didn’t help that Paul fuckin’ Lahote was taking advantage of your newfound inner peace; if he so much as crunched another chip in your vicinity, no amount of unconditional love for the object of your affection would be able to contain the pent-up rage that man elicited. On the bright side, the nature-bent force that drew you into this situation did help in your quest to remain unconnected to the pack’s mind: your heartstrings strummed only for her, only for her… the tune, the very melody she stroked from your soul made the ordeal simpler, somehow. You had someone to protect. This was not a new scenario for you.

You would cope as long as Sam allowed; no amount of resolve could counter an Alpha’s thundering command, regardless of foundation. Well, there was one instance you believe you’d be able to resist, but luckily for you, the events you feared would never come to be: Sam’s absolute control could not battle absolute tribal law. He would have to shove his God-complex for the time being, and you would remain human until you were forced to change. Even if Sam drew the line in the sand, you’d always have Jacob’s pack to fall back on. At least they were determined to defend the… the… God, why’d it have to be her? Anyone else would have been less complicated. They could have been an infant, they could have been halfway across the world. Hell, it could have been a member of the pack and your world would flow somewhat seamlessly. Now that your mind was tied to theirs, and your heart to hers, you felt as though you were plucking at strings, unraveling the natural order of your world. If it had been Claire, that much was understandable. Quil had it easy. All he had to do was wait a few years and waltz along his merry way, half-mad in love with his imprint. Sam was on cloud nine. The love of his life was set to become his wife. Paul and Rachel, Jared and Kim, they were all walking through parks, blissed-out entirely. No, but you couldn’t have it easy. You had to imprint on the enemy. You had to defy nature more than you already did (because exploding into an enormous, fever-blooded wolf was about as far from natural as you dared to explore) and imprint on, out of every bloodsucker in the area, the woman who likely loathed us the most.

It had to be Rosalie Hale.

Not only was she rumoured to be the single most heart-wrenchingly beautiful creature to ever grace the wretched town of Forks with her presence, she happened to guzzle elk blood every week or so to sustain her festering immortality. It was about as unnatural as it could get, but lo and behold, here you were to complicate things even further. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You were on your side of the line, she was on hers. All it took was a split second, and she had you molded to the diamond-hard inside of her palm. You could only be thankful that you were the only one phased at that moment; every once and a while, you took advantage of your frozen female body and claimed menstruation was rendering education pointless. If you hadn’t been faking agonizing cramps, you would have never been so far from La Push… at the same time, if you had remained in school with Embry, Jake, and Quil, you would have likely stumbled upon Rosalie while connected to the pack’s mind. You weren’t ready for that firestorm. You were hardly ready to imprint, and yet fate threw you to the sharks, just as it had with your first violent shift from bipedal member of society to lumbering shadow in the forest. You couldn’t phase, couldn’t venture too far from the reservation without fearing her striking face popping into view, either through your mind’s eye or from her proximity, the mere thought of which sent ghostly shivers down your spine. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw in the woods. The blood covered her lips like gloss, her eyes were blown with vibrant butterscotch and thirst, her teeth were gleaming with crimson… and yet she was beautiful. It wasn’t in her claw-like fingers, nor was it in her defensive stance. It was in her soul, glowing like a dying ember within her chest, projecting an uncharacteristic warmth in your direction. It was in the glimmer her eyes held, it was in the sunlight adorning her golden hair. Your world froze in that moment. You disregarded the carcass at her feet, the blood coating her mouth. You saw only her. Thank God your facial features differed when you were a wolf; she would’ve seen right through you.

Before you ran, you’d heard her murmur something to whoever was with her at the time, a face you never saw (so blinded by her glory as you had been), a scent overpowered by her own. Something about the way you smelled, actually. It wasn’t malicious, as you had expected, but her words reverberated around your skull as loudly as if she’d insulted you: “That one doesn’t smell quite so horrible, does it?” How simple, how unassuming it was. You didn’t reek to her, just as she didn’t reek to you. The burn was still there, of course, like sticking your face in a snowbank and pumping propane gas through what breathable air you found within. It was just… different. You’d smelled Edward, of course, but you hadn’t been around long enough to have caught sight of Rosalie. What little you knew of a vampire’s scent was potent enough to cause your face to wrinkle, your fingers to clamp your nostrils closed. Even then, you could taste it like the fumes of frozen vomit in the air. But Rosalie smelled… as much as you hated to admit it, she smelled good. Incredible, actually. Mouthwatering was an appropriate word. She was lilacs and honey and something like cherries but too nippy to fit the fruit. She was the slow burn of white wine and the exhilarating scent of wind through a well-tended garden, morphing the aromas of two distinctly different flowers until they were one. It was appalling to think that your genetic coding had let this one slip through without the same effect. You were designed to kill the likes of her, but now… now, that was out of the question. It wasn’t even spoken, wasn’t even thought of. Rosalie was everything. You would die for her. Damn your instincts. Damn your wolfy instincts straight to Hell.

“What about your instincts?” You head spun to face the intruder standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his cut denim, his bronze chest radiating heat even you could feel. Seth’s eyebrows perked, his lips poised in a humour-filled smirk. Damn it, Jacob must have sent him back. You had no idea he was running with Sam again. These are the kind of thing you pick up on when you phase regularly. You, on the oother hand, had effectively cut communication out of your life. You stumbled for ground, for words, for an explanation, but you came up dry. You had no idea you’d been so far immersed in your thoughts that you’d let slip a few key phrases into your speech. Seth propelled himself away from the wall, chuckling to himself. “Sam sent me to check on you. You missed last night’s border patrol. He’s pissed, Y/n.” You ducked your eyes, feeling the warmth of your blood in your cheeks slow-cook your skin.. Actually, given your temperature, that was a very real possibility. This whole imprinting ordeal was bad for your health. “He’s outside now, Y/n. Being pissed.” Seth, seeing you had no intention of moving from atop your bedspread, leaned closer to your face, his eyes wide. “Hello, Y/n? Sam’s literally outside your house, and he’s pissed. I haven’t seen him this irritated since Jake bolted. Hands shaking and everything. You’ve got to get out there, man.” You sighed, lowering your face into your hands, feeling your cheeks glow in the darkness your palms provided. When you spoke, your voice was muffled by your skin.

“I can’t go, Seth,” you admitted. The young wolf began to negotiate, the severity of his father figure’s command plain and clear in his eyes, but you weren’t going to let him raise enough Hell to bring Sam barging in. You tore your hands from your face, locking him in your sights. “God, Seth, I literally can’t go!” Seth raised his hands in warning, his eyes glued to your own. You hadn’t realized how much you were trembling, how your fingers had balled into fists. The poor kid thought you were going to tear him apart. You calmed your breathing, watching the seismic shaking of your hands slow to a minimal vibration your stress levels wouldn’t allow to fade. You inhaled slowly, preparing yourself for whatever mud-and-sticks explanation you could supply. “Look, Seth, I can’t phase right now. I’m dealing with… girl stuff.” Seth scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration.

“C’mon, Y/n, Leah tried pulling that on me months ago. Wolves don’t do… that sort of thing, anymore. Were you not in Leah’s head when she first phased? Were we not in yours? Cut the crap,” his tone wasn’t threatening, merely truthful. You’d hoped the thought of girl trouble would be enough to frighten him off. There would be no way out of this. You’d have to give him some botched rendition of the truth to send him on his way.

“Okay, that’s the thing. I can’t… have you in my head, not now. Something happened, and I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want you knowing, I don’t want Jared or Paul giving me shit, I don’t need Sam locking me down. I just want my thoughts to be mine. Can’t you tell Sam that I need my space? I’m sure he gets it. I mean, he let you run off with Jake. When the Hell did you get back?” Seth tilted his head, grinning.

“Yesterday. The Cullen’s have things under control with Nessie. She’s absolutely incredible. When Jacob isn’t with her, it’s Alice, or it’s Esme, or it’s Rosalie-” You flinched visibly at the sound of her name, wings fluttering against your rib cage. Seth paused, his eyes dissecting your every move. “Y/n, what happened? Why can’t you phase?”

God, you were really trapped now.

“Seth, I…” your throat closed up, worse than when Sam placed you under the gag order, worse than when you had to try to explain your absences to your mother, worse than when your friends confronted you about your lack of communication. Fortunately (and unfortunately), Seth was perceptive enough to understand your anguish, his eyes widening in shock.

“No way,” he breathed, backing up a few steps, his hands on the sides of his face, fingertips running through his shorn hair. “No way, no way! Holy… Y/n, did you imprint on someone?” You closed your eyes, your face sinking into your hands. Seth crowed, laughing noiselessly, more exhales than chuckles, really, his hands falling limply to his sides. “You imprinted, you totally imprinted! Who is it? Who’s the guy?” You clenched your jaw, staring up into his eager eyes with a tad more irritation than you intended. He backpedaled. “Or girl, you know, that’s cool with me. Well… come on, who is it?” You shook your head with slow, heavy acceptance. You’d have to face the pack sooner or later. It may even protect her in the future. They couldn’t touch her as long as they knew. Even the pro’s of imprinting sounded like cons when you were faced with imagining Sam’s reaction.

“It’s Rosalie Hale,” you sighed, wincing internally as you spoke her name. Like claws through your heart, it was. Seth guffawed, a sound more shocked than amused, his eyes popping out of his skull. His mouth remained open, wordless, his hands running once more through his hair. We flinched together when the the screen of my front door slammed shut, followed by Sam’s heavy footsteps. You cursed under your breath, wishing you hadn’t been graced with bionic hearing. Seth practically fell to the side as Sam stormed into the room, his lips a hardened, thin line. He jabbed a finger in your direction, cutting into you with his voice.

“You. Outside. Now.” You had to obey his command. You followed him onto your lawn, out of view of the rest of the town, so shrouded in wood as you were. You reluctantly phased, disregarding your clothing as you did so, your mind exploding with familiar, if unwanted, commentary, as scraps of cotton fluttered to the ground around you.

“Oh, she’s done it now,” came Jared’s voice, his paws padding against moss, his howling laughter echoing through the forest as he abandoned his prey.

“Way to go, Y/n!” Embry barked, his smirk visible even in his thoughts.

“Yeah, welcome to the club, kid.” Quil was always the team player.

“At least now we know it isn’t about producing offspring,” followed Colin’s quip, his smaller limbs pushing past his limits to find the rest of the pack. From Seth, only one phrase.

“I knew this would happen, I knew this would happen, I knew this would happen!”

Hoseok Scenario: Waiting For You.

Request: so ou are Hobi’s gf and he invite you to the house, but the same day BTS had a photoshoot or fansing but he thought he would come house early, but then he text you and said that he has to stay longer but told you where you can find the keys and to wait for him, and then you enter and because you didn’t have anything to do you clean the whole house (it’s a completely mess) and then fall sleep on the couch, and they found you there (Thank you girls)

Genre: Fluff.

You should have expected something like this to happen, in all honesty you understood but your boyfriend could sometimes get too excited with new plans and forget that he really didn’t have much control about his schedule whatsoever.

Last night you’d asked him over the phone if he was sure, completely sure that he was finishing everything by six in the afternoon as he was telling you, and Hoseok had vehemently agreed. You shook your head, feeling a little smile crawling its way to your lips, you couldn’t even get mad at him and you doubted anyone in the vast expanse of the universe could, it was twenty minutes past six and of course Hoseok wrote you to apologize because he was still stuck in the photoshoot they had scheduled for that day. He’d said he was sorry like a million times by now and you were sure he would have said it a million times more if he wasn’t busy.

Hoseok had told you to wait for him at the dorm because he had to stay longer than planned, and you had no problem at all since you’d been there before and felt comfortable. You read again his message to make sure you were searching in the correct place for the hidden keys.

-Aha! - you smiled triumphantly when your finally found them, now you could get inside and wait for your boyfriend comfortably, maybe snuggling inside his bed; you giggled to that thought because you were definitely doing that, maybe his lingering perfume on the bed sheets would make you miss him a little less and make the waiting short.

Opening the door with that thought in mind you were still smiling, but the smile changed and made a way for a surprised expression to take all over your face. You took in the state of the living room and it was catastrophic to say the least. It was normal for a house with seven boys living in it to be a little messy, to find things haphazardly laying around, but this was another level of disaster.

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no one talks about mike hanlon so Here We Go:

  • his favorite color is green
  • his most prized possession is the grocery list he had in his pocket when his house burned down. it’s the only thing he has left of his mom. 
  • he avoids sleepovers for a long time because he wakes up crying from nightmares every night. when the losers finally convince him to come and he ends up crying from a nightmare, instead of making fun of him, the losers all pile on him and hug him and quietly remind him that they’re there for him.
  • he ends up going to high school after he begged his grandpa and told him how much he wanted to go to school with his friends. he doesn’t care if he deals with shit there, he’s just so happy to be going to school with friends like a normal kid.
  • (his grandpa is a hardass and too tough on mike but he really does love him and he worries about mike growing up as a black kid in this white town and he wants mike to be tough enough to deal with it. he’s also terrified that he’ll lose mike to a hate crime like he lost his son.)
  • he and ben form the first after school bookclub. mike makes cupcakes to bring to them to get people to show up. (he’s a good cook but an even better baker.)
  • he’s aroace but he won’t figure that out until he’s in his 30s. as a kid, he just know he’s never had a crush on anyone and he can’t picture himself being a boyfriend.
  • bill keeps trying to hook him up with girls until mike kinda blows up and tells him to stop. bill assumes that mike is gay, then, but he doesn’t push him to come out and he leaves the matter alone.
  • he’s really good at reading people and he always kills plays BS and poker.
  • he’s on the spectrum and he’s hypersensitive to smells (another reason why the night of the fire was so horrible for him).
  • bev got him a stuffed bear for his birthday, and the boys make fun of him for it. he sleeps with it every night.
Forever and Always

Originally posted by cheonjaes

Another night ended with the sound of slammed doors. 

The sound making me nauseated. Once again I would be sleeping at a friends house.
No longer feeling welcomed by him. No longer feeling wanted.

Four months ago, I lost my job. I was heart broken. Not only did I love that job with all of my heart, but without it I could not stay in Korea.
I didn’t know what to do. I made just enough to live and sustain myself. If I was able to work there just three more months, I would have a received a raise. But the world was obviously not working in my favor. 

My boyfriend was the wonderful and amazingly talented rapper and producer: Zico. We had been dating for two years and our relationship was perfect. He was my other half and I was his.
We were having a movie night at his place the night I told him everything. He sat with his back resting against the arm of the sofa, legs splayed out along the couch with me in his lap, legs resting the same way, my upper body resting along his. He had both arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel him breathing on my neck as I told him the situation.
I explained to him that with the money I had saved, I could only afford to stay in Korea for two more months, so I would be moving back home to the states soon.
It was quiet for a while after I finished. Every tick that the clock made making me even more anxious for his response.
After a few minutes he finally spoke.
“Why don’t you move in here?” I could feel him looking at me without even turning around. His pupils burning holes into my skull. We had talked about moving in together before, but I always rejected the offer, not wanting to move in with someone I wasn’t married to. This just was not a step I was ready for.
“What about my dog?”  I felt him shrug. “I don’t care, bring him too” “But you don’t even like him” “You love him so I love him” He was acting as if this was a no brainer. I couldn’t afford to live on my own so I should live with him. Simple. But it was not that simple to me. Moving in with him scared me to death. Were we ready?
Zico could feel my insecurities raging within me. “Look, I know you have your worries, but this could work. We’ve been together for two years now. Most couples move in with each other way sooner than that”
“Yeah and they end up breaking up too”
“But not us, we’re different than them”
“How so, babe?”
“Because not only is our love strong and unbreakable but we already have our life planned. Look, we said married by 28 and kids by 30. Would it be so bad to just move in with each other now. We already know we will always be together, forever and always.”
 The room was filled with silence. I didn’t know how to reply. After waiting a few more moments, he spoke again.
“Babe, I know you’re scared. But you shouldn’t be. You know I want you here anyway. I love it when you stay over and I’m always wishing it was permanent. My apartment is a great for the two of us anyway and with your dog being here that makes it a little more homey don’t you think?”
His voice was filled with hope and it was breaking my heart. I did want this. I imagined what life would be like living with him all the time. But I always imagined we were married.

After a couple days of going back and forth on the topic, we decided I would move in. I said only for six months, but he said for a year. We agreed to re-visit the topic after six months though. This would give me time to find a new job, save money and move into a new place of my own.

The first two months of living with Zico was better than what I ever imagined. We were more in love than ever and I started to think that moving in with him was a great decision and I probably should have done it sooner. Zico would always say “our home” instead “my home” and it always gave me a bubbly feeling inside. It took me a while to get used to, and if I ever called it “his home” he would immediately correct me to “our home” adding a sweet peck to my cheek.

It wasn’t until month three rolled around that things started going down hill. Everything he did bothered me. He was annoying me and I was noticing habits that would make me cringe. He would complain that I nagged and then nag me about nagging. He was dirty and had a horrible diet. His farts smelled so bad and he always left the toilet seat up. He came home late all the time and when he got undressed he would leave a trail of his dirty clothes along the floor. We would argue over stupid shit. But every time we argued, they got worse and worse.
The first few arguments ended with “I’m sorry” and “I love you” and “I never want to fight like this again” followed by hot and sweaty passionate sex. 
As the arguing continued, they started to end with a mutual understanding that we forgave each other. Just moving on and forgetting it happened.
With each increasing fight, I was feeling more and more like a burden in his home. I felt like a roach that he couldn’t get rid of, or was too nice to kick out.
It wasn’t until our first blow out fight that I decided not to sleep there. The fight was so stupid I can’t even remember what it was about. It kept escalating and escalating, neither us wanting to back down. It wasn’t until he threw a picture across the room, it shattering against the wall, that we both settled down and came to out senses. I looked at him with shock and utter disbelief. I have never in the two years that we had dated seen him this angry. He looked back at me with sorrow in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. He just raked his hands through his hair with a sigh and walked to the bedroom, quietly shutting the door.
Once my shock wore off, I grabbed the broom and the dust pan and decided to clean up the mess. When I made my way to the area, I noticed that the picture he threw was a picture of us. It was from the first day I moved in. Boxes were everywhere and we were sweaty. We had just gotten the last box in his apartment. Zico was so excited after he finally shut the door.
“Family photo!” He said. He quickly picked up my dog, threw one arm around me and counted to three. When he finally said three, he kissed my cheek causing me to laugh and snapped the photo. 

I felt tears well up seeing the memory shattered on the floor and decided that I shouldn’t stay there that night.
After I cleaned up the mess, I put on my shoes and left. Not even packing a bag. I’ll just come back tomorrow when he’s not home.
As soon as I got to the elevator, I called my best friend Stephanie.
“Hey y/n! what’s up?”
“Is it ok if I stay with you tonight?”
I heard her sigh, her and Zico weren’t the best of friends
“What did that bastard do now?” I returned the sigh, even though I was mad at him, I hated when she talked about him like this.
“We just had a fight, not a big deal. We just need some space”
“Well of course you can stay. You can always stay here y/n”

I didn’t know this would be the start of my spending my time there every night. Desperately trying to avoid Zico. Not wanting another fight.

It had been two weeks and Zico and I barely spoke, whenever we did, I would sense his attitude and hurry up and leave before it escalated.
It wasn’t until the third week later that I really saw him. I was at his place gathering more clothes. Stephanie decided that we should go out tonight.
“All you do is mope around, work, and search for apartments. Lets take a break from that today” I protested but of course she could not let it go. I had to return to Zico’s to get clothes to go out in and gather more make-up. I decided to just get ready there and meet Stephanie are the bar. I was in the bathroom connected to Zico’s bedroom. Leaning over the sink trying to make myself look presentable for a night at the bar.
“Oh, you decided to come home today” It wasn’t a question, just a snarky remark. A remark which scared the shit out of me because I didn’t even know he was home. Did he just get here or has he been here? I thought to myself.
“Yeah, I’m about to leave actually” I said while applying my lipstick.
“Where are you going?” His voice was laced with attitude, but I could tell he was trying to hold back.
“To a bar, performer, club place”
“With who?”
“Just you two?”
All these questions were starting to annoy me, but I kept calm. I’m not here to argue.
“Really? Y'all aren’t meeting anyone else?”

I raised my eyebrow, “Nope” I finally dared to steal a glance at him and almost choked. He was leaning against the dresser by the door, arms crossed, cat eyes staring straight through me. Never wavering. He was watching my every move. He looked so sexy right now too, if we weren’t fighting I’d probably pounce on him. He was dressed in all black with a snapback on. He must have just came from some event.
“Are you coming home after this?” He asked, voice still laced with attitude.
“Actually, I might stay with Stephanie again” I started fixing my hair. Desperately trying to hurry and leave. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. I heard him let a deep sigh. One of those over exaggerated sighs.
“So when are you moving out” This also wasn’t a question but another snarky remark. Although I knew he’d ask soon, I was still shocked. I slowly turned to look at him, setting down the oil I was about to place on my curls. He was in the same position, still staring at me. Eyes dark and challenging me.
“Well when do you want me out by Zico?” Another exaggerated sigh left his lips. I watched him roll his eyes and drop his arms by his waist. He shifted his weight and looked at me again.
“I’m asking because you obviously don’t want to be here, so just let me know y/n” My eyes widened. I never said I didn’t want to be here, it just felt like he didn’t want me here.
“That’s not true Zico”
“Then why aren’t you ever home?”
“Because we argue all the time and-“
“So what! Couples argue y/n”
With every word his voice rose. No longer being able to contain his anger. He was right, couples did argue, but do they argue like this. All the time?
“Cancel your plans with Stephanie” it was more of a demand than anything.
“What? No, we already made these plans” I saw his face soften for a second, but only a second.
He folded his arms over his chest again.
“You said you want to be here, then stay. Cancel your plans and show me you want to be here”
“So we can what, argue? Because couples argue
I clearly hurt him. I could see it in his demeanor, but he’d never say it. Always trying to play it off. He knew I was mocking him. Why am I such a horrible girlfriend?
“So I’m just supposed to spend another night here alone? Sitting on the couch every night looking stupid, waiting up for you to never show up. Me and that damn dog just staring at each other, telling him ‘yeah I miss her too buddy but she needs space’. I’m talking to a damn dog y/n. A fucking dog, because you don’t ever want to come home and why! Because we fucking argue and that gives you every right to just quit on us. To walk out and not even try to make it work! You’re so fucking stubborn and selfish, you hate when things get hard don’t you and I do too. But do you see me walking out every fucking chance we disagree? Fuck no, because I love you and I’ll fight to make things work y/n!”
I could feel tears starting to form. My voice was getting caught in my throat. He wasn’t just angry this time, but incredibly hurt and it was all my fault.
“It’s not that I don’t want it to work, just this is your place and whenever we fight-“
“Bullshit! I made it clear before you ever set a bag in here that once you were here this was your place too! Never once did I say it wasn’t, even when I was mad at and you got on my nerves, this place is still yours too! Everything here is yours. I don’t care about who paid for what and all that shit, what’s mine is yours and you know that so don’t try to feed me that bullshit y/n it’s not going to work!”
He hadn’t moved from his spot by the dresser and I hadn’t moved from my spot either.
I couldn’t say anything without crying so I just stayed silent. Looking at the floor, my body filled with shame. How come I didn’t know he was hurting like this?
He sighed and started aggressively rubbing his temples. He was no longer looking at me, but staring at the floor.

“God y/n” he finally spoke “If you are cheating on me, just let me know now pleaseMy eyes almost shot out my head. CHEATING. I know we’ve been on the rough end of the relationship but I would never cheat!

“What the hell, Zico. I would never cheat on you!” Being accused of such a thing crushed me. I know we fight but I still love him.
I head sniffle, he was still looking at the floor. Was he crying?
“You’re never home, do you even love me anymore?” His voice had dropped to a whisper. Breathy and barely audible. At that moment my heart completely shattered. I hated myself for causing him to feel this way because of my own issues. I felt like I was burdening him and in return made him feel unloved. 

I made my way over to him, tears spilling over my cheeks. I grabbed both of his cheeks to get him to look up at me. His eyes were puffy and red and tears kept falling.

“I still love you Zico, I will always love you. I guess I just let my own insecurities take over. I didn’t want to hurt you, I just didn’t want to fight. With every fight I felt more and more un-welcomed here and it’s not because of you, but my own issues. I promise I’ll work on them. I swear I will. I want us to work Zico I love you so much” My confession was real and genuine and he felt it. He leaned down and kissed my lips sweetly. A feeling that I hadn’t felt in over a month.
I pulled away and quickly walked back to the counter to grab my phone.
“What are you doing?” He asked, voice laced with hurt, scared of my answer.
“Texting Stephanie and telling her that I can’t make it tonight” I saw him smile for the first time in a month. His dorky smile that always lit up the room. I smiled back, completely happy that I could see our relationship turning for the better.
“You want another movie night?” he asked, eyes lit up with happiness. I quickly nodded my head. Movie nights with him were the best. “I’ll go pick the movie, hurry and text Stephanie”
I hurried and sent the message and ran to meet Zico on the couch. We sat in our normal position and right before he pressed play, he turned my head towards him and kissed me deeply. “I love you, forever and always” he said while resting his forehead against mine.
“I love you too, forever and always”

Originally posted by oppazico1

Look, I don’t even know, okay. It kinda started with this ask. But then it spiraled with @armsbendback ‘s suggestion. And now it’s strangely part fluffy, part grumpy, part doggy-style, and part birthday. 


I think it could be funny if he was trying to do nice things for his SO all day, like buying what he thinks are her favorite flowers but he gets it wrong, attempting to bake a cake and ruining it and finally conceding that the one think he can do is fuck her right and he still messes up? Maybe it’s her birthday idk. This is probably way too cutesy for Nevada but I think he does have that side.

You were utterly exhausted, barely able to drag your feet home from the subway. Having to work a twelve hour shift on your birthday was bad enough, but it seemed as if all of your patients had conspired today to be as awful as possible. Your scrubs were covered in spit, and blood, and various other bodily fluids that you would rather not think about at the moment. And all you wanted was a shower; a nice, hot, scalding shower to wash the stench of sick humans off you.

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