at least we took a ride

Be My Boyfriend


“Dean, be my boyfriend!” Castiel hissed.

Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.

“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk, though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.

“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his side.

“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”

Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”

Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”

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anonymous asked:

How many vehicles has Steve wrecked and did this pattern start before he got the serum or after?

thankfully, he only really started wrecking stuff properly after the serum. he’s always been really good at using his surroundings to his advantage in a fight, and he had surprisingly good spatial awareness for a half-deaf colorblind guy.  which was good because he had pretty much nothing but that and pure bullheadedness going for him when it came to actual fisticuffs. well, that and me. i was usually there to fish him out before things got too nasty. he always hated that. 

plus, steve’s fights when he was still a brave little toaster and not a brave industrial refrigerator were mostly backalley fistfights, and therefore rarely merited the throw-a-motorcycle-at-it method of conflict resolution. 

but after? i have no idea how many vehicles he’s wrecked. im told that one of the first things he did was rip a door off a taxicab to use as a shield, which, typical. and then he was hoisting aloft motorcycles loaded with ladies in the star spangled show, and ive got no clue what happened with that. during the war he went through six or so bikes, and if you wanna count enemy vehicles, it seemed like we were blowing up or stealing somebody’s ride every other week at least. 

and it seems that the future has not slowed him down on that front. from what ive heard and seen, he’s continued his one man war on all things horsepowered. 

frankly at this point he’s probably killed as many vehicles as i have people. 


Jungkook x reader

theme:Jungkook and you always had tension between and one time he comes out of the shower and you are in the room…so things get a little steamy

requested by: taetaesbooty

genre: smut

word count: 5.5K

“I’m so excited!“Jimin said suddenly.

Everyone else agreed but you.
“I would be equally excited if I wasn’t fucking suffocating between these two.“you grunted trying to make yourself more room.

“Y/N no swearing!“Hoseok scolded you at what you just rolled your eyes.

Currently you were sitting in a car, struggling between Hoseok and Taehyung, while Yoongi was driving, Jimin sitting in the seat next to him.

“I just don’t understand why I couldn’t go in the other car? There would be room for everyone!“you said, still fighting elbows with Taehyung.

“Because I want my sister to be with me in the car!“Hoseok exclaimed.

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Birthday = Saved [Damian Wayne x Sibling!Reader]

Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"

A/N: Hope you love it anon <3


Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.

Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?

Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.

Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:

Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight


Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.

TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.

“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’

“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.

“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!

He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.

“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?

“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.

The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.

“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”

He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”

A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.

During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.

It was nice.

Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending  with the lions.

Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.

“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.

He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”

“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”

“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.

“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”

Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.

He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.

After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.

Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!

Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.

“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.

Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.

His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.

“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.

“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.

“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.

“They won’t know what hit them”


Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.

Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.

Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.

Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.

“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.

“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.

“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.

Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.

“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.

“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.

They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.

“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”

They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”

“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.

“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.

Princess of Themyscira: Part 4

AN:This chapter came fairly easy, I love how it turned out.

Words: 1813

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.

    At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.

    You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”

    You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”

    Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”

    You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

    “And why not?” Euboea asks.

    “Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”

    “Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.

    Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.”
    You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”

    There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”

    You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.

    “They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.

    “Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”

    You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”

“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”

You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.

“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.

“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.

“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.

“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.

“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.

“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”

You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.

“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.

“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”

“And?” Calyce asks.

You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.

“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.

“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.

“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”  

You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.

“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.

“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”  

This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”

Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”

You swallow thickly, “She was Wonder Woman.”

Ssamba’s Blog Post 3/17/17

Hello, this is Ssamba. ^^
Are you guys doing well? It looks like the weather has been getting better lately. Spring is slowly creeping up on us~
Due to the nice weather, I went to Jejudo with my mom. I left on Tuesday, and I came back yesterday afternoon hehe
I had a lovely time sightseeing.
My mom’s hometown is Jejudo. So I’ve always wanted to visit at least once with her.

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So I had known my date for a while and he told me he needed someone to go to prom with. I of course said yes. Every time I saw him I couldn’t help but get wet. So me and my friends all went to eat and he met up with us. At dinner I was rubbing his cock as e sat next to me. I had heard he had a big dick from some of my friends and it was HUGE! At least 9 inches. I was ready to fuck right then and there.

So we hopped in the car and I kept touching his dick as we made out. As we got close to the prom we took a lot of Molly and walked right in. I was grinding my pussy on him the whole night just ready to let him fuck the shit out of me. After what seemed like forever the prom was over and I couldn’t wait to leave. We got a ride back to his car and said good night to everyone. So we drove around a bit till we found a park. He put his seats back and told me to get naked as he held his big dick. I gladly obeyed him and got naked. He was fingering me so good as I sucked his cock. I was squirming around and juicing all over his hands. I started to moan his name as licked his magnificent cock from tip to balls. After I sucked his dick for about 15 minutes he was ready and I was more than ready. He told me to lay down and spread my legs and he got on top of me. Just the touch of his cock to my clit had me moaning. He slid his manhood into me and I was his. He knew how to fuck. He was hitting my spot and everything. As we made out I remember thinking that I loved him. He fucked shit out of me until he was exhausted and i actually orgasmed. I was screaming his name telling him to fuck me as I came all over his big dick and after that I road his cock and showed him how I fuck. After a magical hour and a half i hopped off him and he started to jerk his dick. I knew he wanted me to swallow and I was more than happy to. I started to jerk his cock for him and felt his hot load coat my tongue. I swallowed a gulp of cum and he was still Coming. My face got covered. I felt the warm cum cover my face with each pump. I loved it and just kept sucking as he finished. I was covered in his cum and had let him fuck me till I screamed his name. I was now his. As we locked eyes he looked down at my cum covered face and let me know that I was his. We got dressed and he dropped me off at my house. Best prom ever!!

nights for celebrations - jughead jones

Prompt: requested by an anon from my songfic list. Jughead and the gang have a night out with their Irish friend.

 A/N (please read): YAY SO IM FROM IRELAND AND I GOT TRY WRITE THIS YAY THANKS ANIN. This ended up being deeply personal as I myself am Irish and so this ended up being my favourite thing I’ve ever written (surprise, surprise the irish river dale obsessed girl likes the jughead x irish reader thing she wrote Also, Y/N ended up being super like me so apologies but I did try to keep her as ambiguous as I could). I hope you guys enjoy it and the extra bits (actual, not stereotypical or made up) culture I put in. The Irish stereotypes really pisses me off (and to be honest I don’t really like St. Patrick’s Day. I know, blasphem), so there are parts of me mentioning this in here.

listen to carrickfergus here

 Warning: Cursing, drinking.

 Words: 2014 oh god sorry it’s so long lol


It had been 10 months since Y/N Y/L/N had arrived on the scene from her native Ireland and if you said that she hadn’t stirred some variety into the small town of Riverdale, you’d be lying.

The night after herself and her family had arrived into town, she took a notion and fancied a burger. She found herself in your typical diner on the edge of town.

“Hiya, how’s it going? A burger and chips please. Sorry, fries.” You said to the dark haired lady behind the counter who smiled and you and took your order. Looking around the diner, you saw the place was busy enough, with one group of teenagers around her age sitting a few botths down. They were eyeing her out of the side of their eyes. Deciding to sit down and get out of their vantage point, Y/N pulled out a stool at the counter. Several moments later, an older man handed her the food and she thanked him as he looked at her with a quizzical smile. She noted they musn’t have many outsiders come into the town.

Just as she was finishing up her meal, a figure plopped into the seat opposite her. “Hey! I’m Veronica Lodge and I’m going to guess by the accent and the fact I don’t recognise you that you’re new around here.” The forwardness of the girl took you back a bit, but you laughed anyway.

“The accent stick out that much, huh? I’m Y/N” You extended her hand to Veronica to shake.

“I love it. I grew up in New York and I’m going to guess by the sound of it that you’re Irish?” Tilting her head at you and smiling, you immedietley liked this girl who was quizzing you even though you had just met.

“Yes, I am. We just got in yesterday. Economy is terrible at home so we needed a change.” Veronica nodded at you.

“Would you like to come sit with my friends? I was the only one brave enough to come and talk to you.” You nodded eagerly, desperate to try and make friends.

As she picked up your meal, she made your way to the booth of teenagers who were eyeing her earlier.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s Irish and just moved here yesterday. We’re her new friends.” You waved at the group and smiled a hello.

“Y/N this is Betty Cooper. Ultimate sweetheart and secret badass.” The blonde girl waved at her as her ponytail bobbed up and down.

“This is Archie Andrews, musician and football player. Your real-life Troy Bolton.” She smirked at the ginger boy

“Hey. Jaysus, with that hair they’ll think you’re the Irish one, not me.” The others in the group laughed at this.

The beanie-clad boy spoke before Veronica had the chance to introduce him.

“Jughead. Jones. The Third. Nice to meet you.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at the funny name, then realised she had heard worse at home.

Since that fateful day, much had happened. Y/N quickly integrated herself to the group and the became fast friends, enjoying her typical Irish sense of humour: sharp, witty and willing to take the piss out of everything, including herself. Herself and Jughead had become very close, and after 6 months, he kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.

As March rolled around, so did St. Patrick’s Day, and Y/N may not be at home but she was sure as hell going to celebrate in style. She gathered the troops to her house and pulled out a 6 pack of cans of Guinness.

“Right lads. I’m not at home for our national holiday and I miss it so we’re heading down to the bar. First, I got the family to send me these over. Not the same as a good pulled pint but they’ll do. Drink up.” She handed out the cans and as she gave Jughead his she also gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Y/N, darling, I thought you hated the Irish stereotypes of drinking? Because, right now you’re certainly living up to it.” Kevin giggled, taking a swig.

“Now now Keller. I may not like the stereotypes but I’m still deeply patriotic and proud of my heritage. I don’t live up to any of the stereotypes; I’m not ginger, a leprechaun, I hate cabbage, I DO NOT  say ‘Top of the morning to you’ and I do not have a hidden pot of gold no matter how much you ask Jug. Now c’mon, away we go! ” Jughead laughed at his girlfriends antics but followed her anyway. He usually hated the social scene, but, as this was a local bar and not a club; he could do it (for Y/N at least.)

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table, with Johnny riding as shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance, you know


After an hour at the bar, Y/N had everyone in the bar celebrating Ireland. The party was in full swing with the whiskey and Guinness flowing. They were all chatting when Y/N stood up and walked over to the jukebox. Next thing, the music changed and on came Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. She walked over to Jughead and with all the strength in her body, pulled him onto the dance floor. After the song played, the young couple played some darts and some pool, in which Y/N beat Jughead at both. During some discussion of whether or not it was an 18 or 20 point difference between the in the darts, she pulled him in for a kiss. No matter how many times they kissed, he still felt like they were the only two people in the room when they did.

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called, was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh, singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet

Acapella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room, swear she was singing to me, you know


It was near closing time when the bar had quieted down a little that a slightly tipsy Veronica called out for Y/N to sing us an Irish song. Of course, the whole bar had heard and everyone was now chanting “SING!” at a very red Y/N. Giving in, she stood up on a bar stool as everyone fell quiet. Jughead was sitting right below her perch on the stool. He realised in this moment that he had never heard her sing.

Y/N opened her mouth, singing Carrickfergus, and it sounded like the soft ripple of a brook through a quiet forest. The whole bar was silent as she tapped her feet to give herself a beat and sang without a backing tune. Her voice was smooth, silvery and thick with emotion, with a hint of grit. Though there were over 50 people in that room, he could have sworn it was just the two of them, as through the whole song she never broke eye contact.

As she finished, she was met with whistles and applause from the crowd and pure shock from her friends. After many a ‘I had no idea you could sing’ and an incredibly bashful Y/N, she turned to Jughead.

“No idea how you hid a voice that criminally beautiful like that from a detective like me you lady.” She laughed at his words, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

The group said their goodbyes outside the bar, and Jughead and Y/N began to make their way back to hers, hand in hand. Both taking a deep breath of the cool spring night air to rid themselves of the smell of smoke, whiskey and wine that had attached itself to their coats.

Now we’ve outstayed our welcome and it’s closing time
I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine
Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine
As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

They laughed and joked around the whole way home, and upon reaching Y/N’s door; it was decided that Jug would stay the night. Her parents loved him anyway so that wasn’t an issue.

“I’m fucking starving, do you want anything from the kitchen” She called over her shoulder.

“Me too. It’s me Y/N, I’ll honestly eat whatever is in your kitchen and lots of it.” He heard her glorious, melodic laugh from the other room.

She walked out with a packet of Doritos and sat on the sofa with him.

“Jesus Jug, that was one of the best bloody nights of my life. I can’t thank you enough for coming with me, I know it’s not either of our scenes but I had to make an exception for St. Patrick’s Day. I love you.” She smiled up at him from her place beside him.

I walked her home then she took me inside

Finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write

About a Galway girl and a perfect night

“I love you too. You know, I feel a short story coming on about tonight. A perfect girl and perfect night. I’ll call it Galway Girl.” He laughed at her face.

“You know there are places in Ireland apart from Galway right? I’m not even from Galway.” She nudged his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Alliteration, Y/N. Alliteration. I have poetic license with this stuff.” Jughead smirked at his giggling girlfriend.

“You know, I just thought. I speak another language and I could say anything I want about you in it.” Y/N laughed at the false scandalized look on her boyfriends face.

“Is pian so thóin tú.” She kisses his nose as she says this.

“Does that mean ‘I Love You’?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her smugly.

“No. It means you’re a pain in the ass.” She doubled over laughing as he slapped a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. She climbed onto his lap and pushed the beanie off his head and brushed back the stray hairs. Studying his beautiful face and staring into his eyes, she kissed him, soft and slow and filled with love.

“Tá mé in ngrá leat” She whispers, foreheads touching.

“Does that mean I love you?” He whispers back, breathlessly.

“Yes, that means I love you.” She chuckled.

“Well then tá mé i ngrá leat as well.”

For the rest of the night, the young couple lay in stitches, with Y/N trying to teach Jughead her native tongue. By the end of the night, he had the important stuff down perfectly.

Y/N was drifting off to sleep, head on his chest and legs tangled together.

“Hey Y/N/N?” The girl hummed in response.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat.” He whispered into her hair.

A smile broke out on the girls face, as she felt so at home in this boy’s arms, and he felt the same.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin.” And with those final words whispered, the young couple drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

My pretty little Galway girl


Title: Lights Out

Code: LB0001

Requested by: anon

Words: 1,835

Note: Ugh I made this so long but I couldn’t stop. Hope you enjoy!

It had been more than 2 years that you had been an Agent on Jethro Gibbs’ team. For almost those entire 24 months, you had found the man ridiculously attractive. An enigma, maybe, but you’d always found yourself drawn towards a mystery.

You knew that there was nothing you could do about it. He was your boss, for one. You were also ridiculously intimidated by his age. At nearly 15 years your senior, and more marriages than you probably knew about, how could you, a meek young girl, approach him? You often had fleeting thoughts of him possibly being attracted to you, but your self-esteem would quickly push the thought away with a scoff. Thus, you thought the time would never come, so you chose to let the situation be what it was. Little did you know, all of that would change.

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Virgin Mary {Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by pans-dreamshade-of-neverland

Originally posted by seduction-pure

Peter Pan x Reader AU

Part IX of here

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes, Anonymously~”3-5-14-15-22 for Peter Pan pls?”

Warning: OOC(out of character), LONG & SMUTTY (LIKE IT’S ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE) Not all that good at smut so bare with me here…

NOTE~ This is NOT the last part, only two more to GO my lovelies! 600+ followers, and THANK YOU to all who have loved this series so far, you’re gorgeous! 

Two days later…

After the little episode on Monday, things around the school have been a little…tense. A lot more people started talking to you, girls who also have been under Pan’s spell showing sympathy towards you, befriending you in the process. But…you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

Maybe because it’s not something, but someone. Peter hasn’t been at school since Monday, and neither Thomas, Newt, or Felix have had any contact with him. It was starting to worry the three boys about their friend. You, deep down inside, felt a tang of guilt. Henry told you not to do that to yourself, that none of what went down was your fault, and you believed him. It’s just…the way Pan looked at you after you said you hated him…there was a pained look in his forest green eyes that was burned into your mind, every time you closed your eyes.

When you told your mom about what happened, she was actually proud of you for showing that boy who he was messing with. But, you didn’t feel all that proud. What if Pan…actually cared? What if he-

“We need to talk, love.” You heard the thick, British accent, making your heart skip a beat. But, when you turned around, you were a bit disappointed that it was just Newt. Thomas and Felix not far behind.

“Do you guys ever separate?” You rolled your eyes, taking your attention back to your locker. “How’s your jaw, Thomas?”

You heard him grumble in response, bringing a playful smirk upon your face.

“Listen, it’s about Pan.” You stiffened at the sound of his name, gripping your locker door tightly. “We need your help. He won’t answer our calls-”

“That is not my problem,” slamming your locker closed, you picked up your stuff, ready to leave. But, Newt was quick to trap you, both of his hands by your head, trapping you in between his arms, staring directly into your eyes.

“You don’t understand, Y/n. Peter Pan loves you. And we, his friends, took you away from him. You have to understand that those videos were made before he realized his feelings for you, hell, he was going to confess on Monday.”

“Peter Pan doesn’t love. He told me himself.” You refused to reason, why should you trust his words?

“Well, maybe he needed the right girl to show him that he’s wrong. You didn’t see the way he looked at you at the party last Friday, or the way he talked about you to us. The only time we’ve seen such love in his eyes was when…”

“When what?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Even looking back at Thomas and Felix, both of their facial expressions changed. Newt sighed, moving his arms away from you. 

“Just…please, love. I’m begging you, I will get on my knees. Just, please talk to Pan. It may not seem like it now, but we really do care about him. And if you’re the only person he’ll talk to, then you’re our only option. Please.”

You adjusted your hold on your backpack, looking around the hallway, and then back at Newt. With a slight nod, you agreed. “Okay.”

“Good, I’ll take you to his home.” Newt took your bag and gave it to Thomas, heading for the exit.

“But wait! What about class, I can’t just skip!” You called to him, making sure not to be too loud in case there are teachers near by.

“We’ll cover for you. Say that you got a stomach ache or something, and Newt took you to the nurse. Surprisingly, we’ve got your back Y/n. It is the least we could do.” Felix bumped Thomas on his shoulder, making him nod in agreement.

“I may not like the thought of my best friend dating a prude,” Thomas said, getting you to roll your eyes. “’s better than not having a best friend at all.” 

Riding on Newt’s motorcycle, you clung onto him for dear life, him letting you wear his helmet. Once you’ve arrived at Pan’s house, you saw how…clean and pure it looked. How could a boy like Peter Pan come from such a nice looking home. When Newt came to a stop, you were quick to get off, happy to be back on the ground.

“Strong grip you’ve got there, love,” Newt joked, taking the helmet off your head. “Well. Here we are.” 

“This is his house?” You gasped at the sight, Newt watching you gape at it’s size.

“Yeah. Amazing, isn’t it?” He sarcastically remarked, putting his helmet on his head. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m counting on you.” And with that last bit of encouragement, he was off, leaving you to stare at the house before you.

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you walked up to the porch, staring at the neatly painted double doors, that had a logo, which read, “Mrs. Darling’s Home for Boys”. With a hesitant knock, the sound of a dog echoed throughout the house, making you jump slightly.  

“Coming!” You heard the chirp of a young voice. That said person opened the door, looking down, you see a small boy, about the age of six, staring up at you with big blue eyes. “Hello,” he smiled.

You gently smiled back, kneeling down to the boy’s height. “Hello there, what’s your name?”

“M-my name is James,” He bashfully replied. “You’re really pretty.” He blushed, swinging back and forth on his heels, making you chuckle. 

“Well, James, I’m Y/n. I’m looking for-”

“James! How many times have I told you to stay away from the door?” The familiar voice came from behind the little boy, now standing by the door. When you looked up, you made eye contact. “Y-Y/n?”

“Pet-…Pan.” You caught yourself, standing to your feet. “Uhm…may I come in?” 

He started at you, mouth opened. Clearing his throat, he moved out of the way, allowing you entrance. Once you were inside, you saw a lot of boys playing around, or just hanging out with one another. Some young of age, some looking like they were starting their teenage years. 

“This way,” He gestured to upstairs, which you followed instruction. When you climbed the stairs, you saw many bedroom doors, and more boys upstairs like it was downstairs, all seeming to be playing around and goofing off. Opening the first door to the left, Pan walked in, waiting for you to do the same. 

You entered what you assumed was his room, sitting on the bed as he closed the door. After it was closed, he locked it, making it so you were not disturbed. “What the hell are you doing here?” He broke the silence, but his back was turned towards you.

“I-I…why weren’t you at school?” You answered his question with a question, getting a scoff in return.

“And you care because?” He occupied himself with things around his room, making it his mission not to make eye contact with you. 


“Oh so NOW I’m Peter? What happened to Pan a second ago, hm?” He finally turned around, showing you his eyes clearly. They were bloodshot, and bags were under them, telling you how much sleep he hasn’t been getting the past couple of days. 

With a sigh, you stand from the bed, walking over to him. “Peter…I’m so-”

“No, don’t give me that! I don’t want your apologies, Y/n! You have nothing to apologize for! I’m the one who lied, I’m the one who sleeps with girls and takes advantage of them, because you know why? To feed my ego! And yet here you are, showing up unannounced, and apologizing to me!” He gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little bit. “Why are you so forgiving and trusting?” 

To say you were shocked at his sudden outburst was an understatement. But, you understood why. He looked like he’s been in bed the past two days, and his room smelled like it as well. He was a wreck…all because of you. 

You reached up, gently placing both of your hands on his face, only for him to jerk away, and move across the room, away from you. “Don’t do that. Stop playing with my emotions, Y/n! First you trust me, get me to love you, and then you break my heart and make me look weak in front of EVERYBODY! This is exactly why I don’t love! It hurts people, it bloody hurts!”


“I had the nerve to even think that maybe you would feel the same way, but boy was I wrong! You clearly made it clear that you despised me from day one, but did that stop me? No!”


“But, why can’t I quit you? Why can’t I just move on to some other bitch that would be head over heels in dropping her panties for me? Because every bloody time I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt and sadness illuminating off your beautiful face! A girl like you should never cry, and I was the one that caused your tears! You’re right about me, Y/n, everything about my existence is worthless now! What good can I do, when all I know is bad?”

“PETER!” You shouted over him, getting him to finally come to a stop. “Breathe. Please, just breathe.” You calmly stated. 

He didn’t even realize he was crying until he sat to take a breath, feeling the liquid fall from his chin, and onto his hand. Sniffling, he wiped his eyes, holding his face in his hands. 

“Where is all this emotion coming from all of the sudden?” You whispered, but felt like you already knew the answer, sitting down next to him. 

Don’t you see? I’m in love with you. And I can’t stop, even if I wanted to, Y/n. I love you.” He turned his head, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You couldn’t hold his stare for long, as you looked down at your hands. “I know…”

“You know? Is that it?” Peter frowned, his voice cracking in disappointment. 

“Peter…what do you want me to say? That I love you back? Like I said when I said I didn’t hate you. I don’t know you well enough to. And neither do you for me. I…like you, a lot. I’ll start there. But, love is something you build overtime. Not in a week. Please understand?”

Peter took in a deep breath through his nose, staring at your hands. Hesitantly, he intertwined your fingers with his, smiling softly down at the ring that still shined on your finger. “I’m willing to wait.”


“I’m…willing to wait. Then let us build the likeness we hold for each other, so that it can grow into something more. I..I want to love you, Y/n. Even if marriage is something I have to consider in the future, then so be it.”

“Peter…w-what about your reputation, a-and your friends?”

“They’re not my friends if they can’t be happy for me, are they?” He grinned softly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your knuckle, placing a soft kiss on it. “I’m willing to try. What about you, love?”

You looked at the brunette before you, seeing the light in his eyes as he looked at you, the same charming smile was back to greet you, making your own smile form, blush soon to follow. “I believe in second chances, I suppose.” 

With that said, Peter connected your lips in a soft embrace, one hand holding your cheek, while the other held his weight on the bed. Pulling away slightly, he stared down at your lips, smiling softly. “Can I…make love to you, Y/n?”

Just that one sentence was enough to light your whole face up like a Christmas tree. Staring up at him in disbelief, you were lost for words. Blinking a couple of times, you finally found your voice. “P-Peter…I told you, I-”

“No, no, sweetheart. A different kind of love. You don’t have to do anything, I do all the work, and you’re virginity still belongs to you. Trust me, you’ll love it.” 

“I-I…I don’t know…” You blushed, watching as he slowly laid you down onto the bed, pulling you downward so that way your legs dangled off the edge of the bed. 

“Just trust me, love.” His kissed your forehead, down to you nose. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Kiss to both of your cheeks, “You are completely in control, just tell me when to stop.” He pecked your lips gently, relaxing you just a little bit. 


Peter went lower, placing pecks on your jaw, all the way down your neck, then back up. Repeating this action twice, he kissed a little harder on a certain spot, get a tiny sound out of you. Once he heard your reaction, he stayed on that spot, this time suckling and biting; marking his territory 

You gasped at the feeling, as a reflex you shot your hands into his hair, pulling on the strands. He groaned softly in your ear, an unholy sound it was, but you wanted to hear more. 

Once he was satisfied, he pulled away slightly to admire his work, blowing cold air on the spot. You whimpered, getting a deep chuckle to erupt from his chest, as he pecked your lips once more. Peter’s hands slowly made their way up your shirt, feeling every curve, every bump, every little scar, but he wanted to see, not feel. He needed to. Lifting your shirt up slowly, showing the flesh of your stomach, he stopped there, looking into your eyes for approval. 

“We don’t have to, love…” He whispered, but you shook your head.

“I trust you.” You assured him, getting a slight nod in understanding. 

He lifted it far up to where the cups of your dark green bra showed, getting a small smirk from the boy. His eyes flickered from yours, and back to your bra, as he slowly licked his lips. “You are such a tease, you know that?”

“You say that like I planned this,” You bit your lip, looking anywhere but him. 

“Would you believe me if I said I dreamed for this to happen?” He placed long, soft kisses on the tops of your breasts, his large hands cupping each one, a soft moan he earned from the action. Sucking the skin on your left one had you squirming just a bit, you’ve never felt anything like this before, and your were sure that there was much more to come. To him, this was nothing. To you, this was everything.

Moving downward, kissing and nipping at the skin on the way, he had made it to your navel, placing a slightly wet kiss on the spot, your stomach clenching up. Peter looked up at you with hooded eyes, as they clouded over with lust, and love all mixed together. He didn’t mind taking it slow for you, all he wanted to do was please you, and if just his simple kisses were doing that, he was content. He slowly, so he wouldn’t freak you out, started to pull down your skirt, he felt your breathing start to speed up, so he stopped midway, placing a light kiss on your hipbone.

“Are you alright?” 

“J-Just a little…scared…I’ve never shown…I-I-[Gasp]” Your breath hitched into your throat, stopping you from speaking. 

He placed one digit over your clothed heat, rubbing small circles over your bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar sensation started to build up in your lower abdomen, and for a moment you felt yourself dampen. It was something like you’ve never even felt before, sure the idea of doing this yourself crossed your mind, but you never dared to try. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, giving more pressure to his rubbing. Your legs twitched, small whimpers escaping as you took in the new feeling he was giving you. “Tell me, love.”

“I-I…I don’t know, it…ah,” You moaned softly, as he started to speed up, the friction driving you crazy. You could barely think straight, as you gripped his sheets with all your might, your breathing rapid, your face flushed.

He suddenly stopped, making you whine in protest, but were soon rewarded when he stuck the single digit inside your underwear, now having skin to skin contact. The sudden action made you clamp your legs shut, biting your lip hard, the dampening in your underwear getting worse.

“[Chuckle] Now, love, you gotta open up for me. Come on, you can do it. Remember, trust me.” He rubbed up and down your smooth leg, trying to relax you a little more. Taking a deep breath, you started to open your legs back up, a loud moan leaving your mouth as he started up again at a fast pace, biting his lip to keep from groaning at the sight before him. A wet spot was visible on your underwear, just begging for his attention. 

He couldn’t take it any longer. Sure, he was all about the foreplay, but right now, all he could think about was having you right there, on his bed. It’s what he has been thinking about for the past week, and now he was not about to waste anymore time.

“Okay, sweetheart. This will feel a little weird at first, but don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Now…are you sure about this?” He slowed down his movement on your jewel, making your head spin with frustration. 

“Y-yes, Peter, yes..!” You whined, throwing your head back onto his bed, gripping the sheets even tighter, eyes watering in anticipation. 

That was all he needed to hear, as he ripped off your underwear, exposing yourself to him, finally. In all his life, he has never seen anything so beautiful, no matter how bizarre that may sound, you were gorgeous. Not even hesitating, he kissed the inside of your thigh, savoring the sounds that he earned. Looking up at you one last time, he rested both of his hands on each thigh, spreading you just a little farther. He leaned down, placing the gentlest kiss he could onto your heat, getting a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body. 


“What ever you want, my queen,” He muttered as he finally put his skilled tongue to work, spelling out his name as he did so. The moans that you let out were forbidden, something that you were to save for your significant other. But, in this moment you were in, you could care less, only focusing on the pleasure Peter was giving to you. 

He pulled away slightly, placing kisses onto the spots he either missed or felt like needed more attention. Lifting himself up so that his face leveled with yours, he stared down at you, a couple of his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Y/n, baby, look at me,” He purred, grabbing your attention. He licked his lips, the taste of you still upon them, as he entered one finger inside of you slowly. You yelped slightly in pain, making him halt any movements. “I know, I know…I’m sorry, love, it’ll get better, I promise.” He softly pecked your lips, thrusting the single digit in and out in a very slow pace, practically groaning at how tight you were around just the one finger.

You breathed in and out, the pain started to go away, being replaced with pleasure. Soft moans flooded out of your mouth, Peter was quick to swallow them, as he connected your lips into a rough embrace, as he speeds up his thrusts, making sure to curl them upward. You gripped the sides of his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, concentrating on both the kiss and his magical hands.

“Love…I’m going to add one more…you think you can handle it?” You were quick to nod, unable to form any words. He quickly kisses you to distract you from the pain, continuing to thrust at a fast rate, sending tingles through your whole entire body. 

You thought the feeling of two digits couldn’t get any better, but once he used his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit, you started to see stars. Again, Peter swallowed your moans in a kiss so that none of the boys outside the door could hear you, still thrusting in and out to milk your orgasm for as long as he could. 

It was your very first one after all. 


Yoongi Family Scenario

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Yoongi was always fascinated by the fact that his son could see ghosts.

Word Count: 1809

Originally posted by mn-yg

“Daddy, daddy! Wake up!” Yoongi groaned in the couch, “Daddy! Are you done napping yet? Daddy!” The little six-year-old boy scurried around the couch in circles chanting for his father to wake up. He was excited because today Yoongi was bringing him to the amusement park, which he loved because you all always went as a family,

“Yoon Ho-ah…just…just give daddy five more minutes okay?”

“Daddy! You’ve been napping for nearly three hours! You promised to take me to the amusement park today, and mommy said she would meet us!” He uses his small hands to tug at Yoongi’s sleeve. 

“Mommy said that?” Yoongi let out a loud moan as he stretched, “Alright…I guess we’d better go before your mother kills me.” 

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Remember those days when I used to put those extra few minutes in to actually dry and brush my hair after a shower…yeah, me either.  I have things I should be doing now, but I got to the office a half hour early intending to be productive and then I sat down and opened my inbox and that feeling left me entirely.  Ugh!  But, at least it’s FRIDAY!  My child has also made it through an entire week without me wanting to kill him, AND all of his clothes actually still fit him properly for his band concert last night! (Let me just high-five myself for purchasing those INSANELY long pants last semester…because they actually fit this semester!  Two wears of band dress pants is a huge win in this house!)

I have so much to do today that I really shouldn’t be taking a half day.  However, my sanity demands it.  Saturday we have a couples baby shower (just ask me how much the husband is looking forward to that) and Sunday we’ll be at my parents’ house the whole day helping out with chores and reading through their insurance policies to see what more can be done for my dad.  I NEED at least a couple of hours this afternoon to be alone.  Hopefully, I’ll have some bonding time with my bike!  I’ve only gotten to ride it once this week. :( Conner will be gone all day Saturday on a band trip to a music festival and to Schlitterbahn, so hopefully the husband and I can sneak a date in after the baby shower at least!  I feel like we haven’t had a proper date night in a while!  His work has been ridiculous lately, too.  Last night during the concert, I swear, he got no less than fifteen work messages!  And, between them, he was struggling just to stay awake.  At least he took Monday off so he can have some time alone of his own.  He likes to sleep in, ride his motorcycle to breakfast, and then play in the garage.  :)  He’s the most adorable, and I couldn’t be more grateful for him every. single. day.  Regardless of how busy my work gets, I NEVER put in the kind of hours that he does.  But, he never complains, and he still comes home and manages to be loving, supportive, and just present for both of us.  I may have mentioned before that I definitely won the husband lottery! :)

Anyway, Happy Friday, everyone! :)

Truth or Dare

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1440

Warnings: swearing, mention of fears, fluff.

**Slightly predictable, fluffy cuteness. Enjoy.

(Not my GIF)

It was so peaceful without the brothers in the bunker. They left on a djinn hunt a few states over, which you decided to sit out on. It had been almost three months since you were able to think without Sam bothering you about some research he found or Dean asking you to go on a food run.


It was beautiful.

You pulled your mug of tea to your chest and sighed. The television was off, the lights dimmed. You had no urge to watch a movie or read a book. You could do that when the boys were there. Sitting in complete silence was something you could rarely do ever.

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Castle Kisses & Princess Proposal

Words: 879
Tony StarkXReader
 “So like I have more… Are you sick of me yet ?? lol if so say when haha. Im going to DIsney in June and I can’t help but think of kissing Tony Stark in front of Cinderella’s castle.. the rest I leave to you as always. :)” tonystarksgirl

“We should take a picture in front of the castle with our ice creams!” You squealed as your boyfriend Tony Stark handed you a Mickey Mouse shaped ice cream bar.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” He rolled his eyes before taking a gigantic bite out of one of his Mickey’s ears. It was the fourth day of your Disney World vacation, and overall Tony had been a good sport about adhering to your every whim thus far. Including, but not being limited to, Disney Bounding as your favorite Disney couples each day, taking pictures with nearly every character that you could find, and suffering through It’s a Small World for you.

“You were just saying how much fun you’ve been having!” You sighed. “C’mon, I won’t let them take a hundred pictures like they usually do.”

“I don’t know, Sweetheart.” He smirked. “You might want a few hundred pictures of this one.” You were pulling him by the hand away from the ice cream cart and didn’t notice him toss the empty stick from his ice cream away and carefully pat the pocket of his jeans.  You waved at an unsuspecting Disney Photopass cast member until they shyly walked over to you.

“Mr. Stark, Miss. [Y/L/N], is there something I could help you with?” The photographer was a younger woman probably not much older eighteen. She smiled sweetly at you both and waited for you to reply.

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Twenty Questions

Marvel Writing Challenge: @canumoveyourseatup-no vs @oneshot-shit

Prompt: kissing scene from The Notebook

Paring: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2953 (I’m a wordy nugget I’m sorry)

Warnings: language, bit of angst/self depreciation, fluff!!!

A/N: Ahh I’m so nervous to post this don’t mind me I’m just an awkward potato! Honestly, passionate romance and I go together like pickle juice and marshmallow fluff… aka they don’t go together at all. But I did my best, modified a few things, and came up with this. It was way more difficult than I anticipated, and it’s probably not as romantic as people may expect, but I wrote what I’m comfortable with and I’m pretty pleased with the result. P.S. italicised text indicates thought.

Tagging: @oneshot-shit @annadier @whatsbetterthanfantasy @spn-worm @marvelwritingchallenge

Originally posted by moan-s

The two of you walked in silence, the sun slowly drifting towards the horizon as you made your way towards what you hoped was the direction of the Quinjet. Ruins of the HYDRA base were strewn everywhere. How you and Bucky managed to escape the explosion alive was beyond you, but Steve instructed you to set off the detonators, so you and Bucky got the job done.

If only you hadn’t managed to bury your escape route, lose your comms, get chased into the forest by surviving HYDRA agents, and completely loose your bearings after finally killing the bastards.

To say this wasn’t your best mission would be an understatement.

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Medals, rings and other shiny things (2017 Boston Marathon recap)

I woke up at 3 a.m., 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. Monday. Kept looking over at the clock, always afraid I’d wake up to find it was hours beyond when my alarm was set.

Around 5 a.m., I decided to stop trying to fall back asleep. I was not tired. It was going to be a big day. A little light was already streaming into our window, on the third floor of a Double Tree hotel just south of the core part of Boston. It was Marathon Monday. 

Skip ahead an hour. My boyfriend, Alex, was walking me to the nearby train stop, which I would take into the city. I was meeting a few friends near the buses that would take us to the start of the Boston Marathon in Hopkinton. 

Alex and I have been dating for about five and a half years after initially meeting our freshman year at Elon University. He’d pestered my friend to introduce us, and I, wary of the games and tricks that so many college boys play, dismissed him. Harsh, I know. But I also knew he was out of my league. He was handsome, confident and could bring a party into any room. And that, in my book, was another red flag. I was quieter. Bookish. The definition of an introvert. My confidence was growing, but I was —and still am — intimidated by those louder and more boisterous than myself. By this time in my life, I knew more about how to care for myself, especially when it came to relationships, so to say I was guarded would be an understatement. 

In the fall of our sophomore year, we held a joint birthday party for two of my roommates. Alex and some of his friends came over and in between making sure both birthday girls were okay and tucked in bed with water and Advil on their bedside, we started talking. Everybody had left the party by the time we actually left the apartment to meet up with friends and enjoy the night ourselves. 

We started officially dating shortly afterward. Since college, we’ve endured two years of long distance between Vermont and North Carolina. He took a leap of faith and moved down to my beautiful state in June of 2016, landed an incredible job, and we moved in together a few months later. 

(Sunday shakeout run with Alex)

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Hoseok Scenario: The Magic Of Us.

Request: hey babies!! 🎀♡ can you do a super duper fluffy and romantic scenario with hoseok where you guys went on vacation to disneyland and its so couple goals and stuff? i love u girls 💌💭

Genre: Fluff.

This was your dream vacation, ever since you were a child you had dreamed of  visiting Disney World, so going there with your boyfriend took that dream to another level, you had planned this together and taken note of the things you wanted to do the most, so when you stepped into the Magic Kingdom you already knew your first stop.

You were jumping like a little girl when you saw the inside of The Chapeau, with all the pretty hats and accessories of every disney character, you wanted everything, you knew you were going to be like this, in every single store you’d want everything since you loved disney so much, but you knew you couldn’t buy all you wanted so your eyes went to the couple shelves, where couple hats and items were aligned, this was perfect for you and Hoseok and you knew you didn’t need to beg your boyfriend to wear something like that because he loved disney just as much as you did.

-Jagiya, oh my god, let’s buy the Mickey ones- Hoseok was now the one dragging you to said hats. He grabbed the Minnie one and put it on top of your head smiling when he saw you, you giggled grabbing the Mickey one, getting on your tip toes to be able to put it on him and arrange his hair a little.

-How do I look?- both of you asked at the same time making you laugh. 

-Great- he said as you walked to a full size mirror, you made funny faces in front of it and then saw that you could get a monogram on the back. So you decided to get the date of that day to remember it as it was such a special occasion for both of you. You only had to wait for a short time and then the hats were given back to you, so you took the chance of taking the first selfie of the day.

-There you go - Hoseok said, fixing your brand new Minnie hat properly on your head while you giggled, then you helped him with his and you were set. You took the first pic with Hoseok’s phone while smiling at the camera and standing close to each other, then snapped a few more while doing different expressions, but you also wanted to get one of the date at the back of your hats so you asked help from one of the workers and so you posed with your backs facing the camera, Hoseok’s arm behind your back and your head resting on his shoulder. The photos came out perfectly.

You stayed at The Chapeau for a little longer picking up more goodies and you made sure to get complimentary matching buttons as well which read “Mr. Mickey” and “Mrs. Minnie” on each. Both of you were having a blast and this was just the beginning, to think that you were practically still at the entrance of Magic Kingdom and you had still lots of things to discover made you feel ecstatic. 

Hoseok held onto your hand, you were a perfectly looking couple and everybody was going to know that even looking at your from afar, so you laughed at each other and walked ahead to continue with the trip.

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anonymous asked:

Did D ever go to coachella? There was a picture going around with him and those adult children with M's hand on his chest but I'm hearing that he actually didn't show up to coachella at all?

To be honest, nonnie, if he did, for maybe 5 minutes to take that one photo? 

We have a pic of him with a fan from Friday night that we have already proven was NOT taken friday night thanks to the eyebrows. There was the pool party at the same house where Chris and crew allegedly spent NYE in Palm Springs (and they say these two are not connected and we are to believe this is just another in a string of coincidences). The car ride to show that he does allow her to sit in his front seat- at least for the 5 seconds it took to take that video.  And one group photo at Coachella. Or near Coachella.  A tweet that screamed promo. And a tweet that screamed beardie. and of course the torturous karaoke.  

Not to mention, there was no paid H&M promotion. And no VIP parties at Coachella itself.

I am really starting to think that no, he did not really attend the festival this weekend.

36wink  asked:

I sent in a matchup request yesterday, but I realized you guys probably have a lot of those to do;;so here's a scenario request! if you're too busy, you can drop my requests !! Also, if you need any help with the account, I could help! That's just if you want, though ;; Anyway the scenario;; Leo, Nazuna, Hinata, Koga, and Ritsu going with their s/o, who hates drops and is afraid of heights, to Disneyland? You could use any amusement park if it's easier for you! Thanks!

aaah what a cute request i love it so much;;;; i did use disneyland ! we have one here in france~ wouldn’t it be a great date spot ? there’s also one in tokyo, which is the one i mentioned for conveniency, since it’s close~

also i changed it from a scenario to headcanons but i made it extra detailed, i hope you’ll enjoy it regardless ! also, congrats hinata for making it on the requested characters list !! - mod mademoiselle


  • When it comes to dates, Nazuna’s usually pretty chill. Well, that’s what you thought. He’ll take care of organizing everything, will meet you a bit late so you two can sleep more and even has neck pillows ready for the train journey.  Turns out he was the only one to use them and sleep on the way to the park, as you were a bit too excited reading his notes about what ride to absolutely do and deciphering the annotated map he hand drew. What even is chill about this guy ? How much time did he spend planning all that ?
  • As much as he was trying to play it cool, the excitement finally kicked in when you two entered the park, as the music, decor and overall atmosphere did their job. He couldn’t help but giggle, eyes wide as he was taking in the view, dragging you by the arm to go to his favorite spots. You only stopped to take a map, which proved a bit more useful than his hand-drawn one, as it was actually readable.
  • His favorite area in the park was Fantasyland. There is not a single ride there you didn’t go to. You suspected he had a well hidden romantic side when he insisted for you two to try the teacups, and briefly wondered if he’d read shojo manga. He loved the “It’s a small world” boat ride so much you did it four times in a single day. That damned song would not get out of your head for the entire day. Nazuna hummed it often, and you sure teased him a lot about it. “Wh-What are you laughing at ?! We did that ride four times, it’s normal the song would get stuck in my head !”
  • As much as he was drooling every time you passed by a candy store, he never stopped by to buy anything. When you practically had to drag him off the window of a pastry shop, you suggest you two went in and bought a snack, but he declined, shaking his head. “I already reserved in a cute restaurant, so we’ll come back later, okay ? I really wanted to eat there, too !”. Of course, when snack time came, the two of you stopped to eat some ice cream, and you were surprised to learn how big a sweet tooth he has.
  • You tried to visit other areas of the park and do some other things, but he didn’t seem really at-ease. Especially when watching the big, scary rollercoasters. As much as you didn’t like the idea of trying one, a park employee mistook the two of you watching the rollercoaster anxiously for hesitating to join the queue, and gave you a big smile, saying there wasn’t much wait and it wasn’t really scary. Nazuna actually jumped up a bit when he heard him, and hastily replied. “No, thyanks, we’ll do jyust fine !” Taking your hand in his, Nazuna dragged you off the area, and he seemed a bit pale to you. When you two stopped to sit for a while, he apologized, biting his lip nervously. “Sorry, maybe you wanted to try that one out… It’s just, I’m not very good with heights, so…”. You hugged him, secretly relieved to hear that, and he had a huge smile on his face when you told him you were the same. “Really ? You should have told me sooner, then !”
  • You couldn’t help but tease him, everytime you came across a ride he didn’t seem to like very much. When you nudged his shoulder and teasingly offered to try the haunted house, he froze and pouted, which prompted you to laugh. “Are you kidding me ? I’d hyave a heardattack if we tried somvinglikthat ! Dyou wanme to die ?! ”. Well, no haunted house for you.
  • He loved hunting after the Disney characters though. Hunting is the word. His camera in hand, adoping a preying posture, eyes squinted to try and see them in the distance… You had to bit your lip to muffle a little laugh, he almost looked like a tiny rabbit trying to hunt a prey ten times his size. Catching you dead in the act, he shot you a nasty glare but resumed his character hunting. You earned yourself quite a few pictures with characters this way, and promised yourself to teasure them dearly : he had a huge, bright smile on his face on each of them.
  • When the day came to an end, he insisted to stop and buy souvenirs. He took one for each of the members of Ra*bits, as well as friends from his class. As you were also shopping for gifts for your relatives and other friends, he came by excitedly, showing you cute matching bracelets. “Do you want to buy them ? Wouldn’t they look cute ?”. So you came out of the stores, bags a bit heavier and wallets lighter, wearing matching bracelets. He wouldn’t stop holding your hand and smiling, after that.
  • He absolutely refused to go home before watching the final night show and camped on a well-situated bench moments before, so as to have a nice spot to see it. You were treated to a nap on his lap though. Touch his legs a bit too much and he’ll squeal before hitting you mercilessly.
  • When it was finally time for the fireworks show, he was looking at the sky in awe, mouth open in a big smile. You tried to concentrate on the show as well, but it was so hard when he was here, face right next to yours, and being so damn adorable. The bright, colored light reflected in his eyes as he was watching it intently. You couldn’t really help it : before you knew it, your lips were pressed on his. Unexpectedly hard. He looked surprised for a moment, but eventually kissed back, even closing his eyes. The two of you kissed under the fireworks for a moment, before resuming watching them, cuddling.
  • As you made your way back to the train station, your legs hurt and you were exhausted, but Nazuna was still hyper, chippering happily about what he liked the most. As much as you would have liked to rest a little during the train journey back home, he insisted on showing you all the pictures he’d taken, including quite a few of you when you were not looking. He yawned a lot but kept going, adding long comments to each picture, no matter how unsignificant it was. At some point, he just stopped talking altogether, and you realized he’d suddenly fallen asleep on your shoulder. Smiling, you then rested your head on his own to get a bit of rest.
  • When the train stopped home, sleeping beauty still wasn’t up. You tried to shake his shoulder gently, but he just mumbled and turned back to sleep. So you opted for the only remaining solution : bridal carrying him home. Fortunately, he’s very light and small, so it wasn’t too hard. He only woke up when you were almost home already, and couldn’t help but flail helplessly and involuntarily kick you in the face. “P-Pervert ! Whadareya doing to me ?! Put me back !”. He apologized when you explained the situation to him, but was still eyeing you warily. And blushing.
  • He ultimately decided to sleep over at your place, as he was too exhausted to make it back to his own house. When he caught the excited glimmer in your eyes, he sighed. “Don’t expect you can do anything weird to me ! It’s just more convenient, okay ?” Turns out he was the snuggle bunny and hugged you tight all night long.


  • Dating Leo is like being on a never-ending emotional roller coaster. He’s so unpredictable, you have stopped trying to understand his thought process a long time ago.
  • So you (almost) weren’t surprised when, upon waking up someday, you found yourself very close to Leo’s face. Turns out he came at your place unnoticed, and was holding a sharpie suspiciously close to your cheek. When asked what exactly he was intending to do there, he just let out his signature laugh. “I thought you were never going to wake up ! You’d better hurry up, ‘cause we’re going to Disneyland today !”. You just stared at him, dumbstruck. “Heey, you heard me ? I said hurry up, ‘cause we’re going to-” Yes, yes, alright. Time for a date.
  • You thought he’d taken care of everything already, and were relaxing during the train ride, thinking about the nice things to come. That is, until he tilted his head and asked “By the way, how do you get the tickets ? I wasn’t really sure, so I decided to leave it out to you.” Damn it. Here goes one more line on the very long list of “Reasons Why Leo Tsukinaga Can’t Be Trusted”. And the list is long already. The rest of the train ride was spent mercilessly answering no every single time he whined and asked if you were at Disneyland yet. “Why can’t it be closer ? I thought it was closer !” Yes, well, if he had prepared a bit… Well, that’s how you like him.
  • The two of you had to queue a bit to buy the tickets once you were there, cue Leo getting impatient. “What are you buying those for ? We don’t need them, let’s just go have fun.“  Without tickets ? He stared at you for a moment before blinking. "I thought you took care of the tickets already, why didn’t you buy them before ?” Okay, time to breathe, long and slow. One more line on the long “no trusting Leo” list.
  • Once you entered the park, Leo’s baby mode activated. He was practically running everywhere, touching everything and pointing at all the rides he wanted to try. You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. It was serious trouble matching his pace, but at least you got to try out many different rides.
  • He loved everything he tried, but was never completely satisfied. “You know, if I was the one in charge here, I’d put way more aliens.” Fortunately, he’s not the one in charge, you teasingly answered back. He laughed, launching his “special double poke attack” at you. “Are you saying aliens are no fun ? I’ll arrange for you to be abducted once too, it’s really fun !” As people were staring at the two of you weirdly, you decided it was high time to move.
  • You kept the best for the end of the day : the space and technology oriented area of the park. He was practically bouncing in excitement, and literally dragged you to try everything. He absolutely loved the Buzz Lightyear ride, and spent more time firing his “laser gun” at you than at the targets, so you had to try it out a second time, to be able to compete properly. He won, and with that score of his, you wondered how fast his trigger-finger could be.
  • He also dragged you to all of the space-related rides, including Space Mountain. Now, you really didn’t want to try that one out, but he wouldn’t budge. “I heard it’s all inside, you won’t see anything ! It should be fine, c'mon, let’s try it !” You explained you just didn’t really like rollercoasters, which prompted him to use his ultimate weapon. The puppy eyes. “Are you gonna let me go in there all alone… ? What if I get lost ? What if the rocket really goes into space, and I get abducted again ?” Okay, fine, but just once. And you’ll be allowed to grip at his arm if you’re scared.
  • When you came out of the ride, you were pale-faced, while he was laughing ecstatically. “Wasn’t that awesome ?! I wanna try it aga–” No. One more line on the “Leo can’t be trusted” list. He really didn’t mind all the marks you left on his arm, and you even shouted louder than him, which says something given how… vocal he is during rides.
  • To apologize, he brought you to the arcades, and you had some time to calm down a bit. Now, the ride wasn’t that terrible, but you definitely wouldn’t do it again. Once was enough sensations for your entire life. He didn’t try to drag you into anything you wouldn’t like after that, instead asking you what you would like to try.
  • He bought ridiculous amounts of space-themed merchandise. Including a light saber of his own, which he used to hit you with when he’d get bored during queues. Why did you even let him buy that ? It was just asking for trouble, really. Also, he wore the ridiculous hat he bought during the remainder of the day. You were considering forgetting him somewhere and running away on your own.
  • When he found out that the park sold different pop-corn flavours depending on the area you were in, he immediately wanted to try them all. Caramel, milk-chocolate, salt and honey weren’t too bad, but curry, black pepper and soy sauce&butter ? Leo loved them, on the other hand, and you thought this park would be a good place to bring Kanata…
  • Expect him to find out last minute you also have access to the second park, which is sea-themed. “Oooh, I wanna go, hurry up ! You’re not running fast enough ! I’m gonna ditch you there !”. You really should have forgotten him in a corner when you had the chance.
  • Until the very last minute, your day was spent running from an area in one park to one area in the other park, as Leo couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next. And the worst is, he didn’t even let you sleep at all during the train ride back home. He was shaking you by the shoulders, telling you about his day in great detail even though you were there with him…
  • “…. and the soy sauce popcorn was soooooo good ! And look at that lightsaber I bought ! Hyah !” Ow. That hurt. You tiredly massaged your head, wondering when he would stop talking. Or hitting you with this thing, for that matter. “And the space stuff was aaawesome ! I’m sure I heard aliens talking to me back then !” Yeah, sure. As he continued blabbering excitedly, you decided you were going to take things in hand and make him shut up yourself. By kissing him. His mouth was still-wide open, and he stared at you wide-eyed for a moment before he eagerly kissed back. There. He wouldn’t make as much noise now.
  • He insisted to bring you back home, but really, it was only to get more kisses. As you tucked in your bed after a nice shower, sighing luxuriously at the thought of not having to get up again until very late the next day, you heard a loud “bong” against your window. Of course, you had to get up to see what happened, and Leo was there, on the street, smiling widely. “I forgot the way home, can I crash in for the night ?” You sighed. What about his phone ? He could just have called you instead of throwing rocks at your window. “No battery left ! So, can I sleep with you ?” He can, but he better not try anything. And that’s one more line on the “i’m definitely NOT trusting Leo again” list.
  • He did try anyway. And plopped on top of you, already asleep. All in all, you thought that was a sweet day. Leo was a bit… strange, but you loved him just as he was. You gently kissed his forehead before falling asleep in your turn.
  • That is, until you learned the hard way he snores loudly. And tries to strangle people he sleeps with.


  • You’d been having a bunch of dates with Hinata already, as he loves going downtown on weekends. But he once said he wanted to try something a bit bigger, like an amusement park. He was really excited when you proposed Disneyland, and you spent days planning together your date there. He really wanted to bring Yuta along, and you didn’t mind, but he eventually decided it was a date and as such you had to be by yourselves. Yuta had something planned with Shinobu on that day, anyway, and didn’t want to turn him down. You suspected Hinata was really glad about that.
  • During the train ride to get there, you were already playfully arguing about what to try first, and had to solve the issue with a good old rock-paper-scissors match. He won, and was very pleased about that fact, laughing brightly and disturbing everyone else around you. When the elderly woman opposite you gave you the nastiest glare, just as you were about to kiss Hinata, you decided instead to quietly cuddle and watch the changing landscape, joking about spotting Sleeping Beauty’s castle’s tower in the distance.
  • Hinata wouldn’t let go of your hand once in the park, and when he caught the slightly surprised look on your face, he smiled and whispered in your ear : “I want everyone to know we’re a couple~”. What can you answer to that ? Seeing you flustered, he laughed and kissed your cheek mischeviously.
  • He loved Adventureland. The jungle feeling and music, the feeling of excitement and the exploration… That was just his thing. Now, you’re not sure there’s even something he disliked in the first place, but he loved exploring that huge tree the most. He carefully avoided any “suspended bridge” part though, anxious about you not feeling well.
  • When he saw some of the roller coasters, his eyes lit up with excitement, and you knew he really, really wanted to try them out… but he didn’t, preferring to stay with you. “Besides, we can just come back with more friends, can’t we ? That way I’ll get to try it out, and you won’t be by yourself !” He winked playfully, but you didn’t know how serious he was : he’d already talked about this with Yuta and his first-year friends, and they all agreed to the idea. Oh well. Guess you’ll be coming back soon !
  • You couldn’t really say no to him when he wanted to try out the splash mountain ride, though. It didn’t seem that high, so you agreed. Turns out there was a wicked drop at the end, which got your clothes soaking wet. Hinata’s too, but he didn’t seem to mind. Even less when he noticed your top was now see-through. He lent you his jacket while it dried, but you earned yourself quite a few gropes and kisses. What a closet pervert he is…
  • No real lunch was planned : instead, you just stopped for a snack break every once in a while. Hinata wanted to try out all the sweets the park had to offer : from fresh fruit to ice cream to cupcakes, and of course he bought candy every time he wanted some, and offered some to you. Expect him to spoon-feed you, “accidentally” getting some cream on your cheek to be able to lick it up. He also lets you do the same with him, which quicky turns into a make-out session in the middle of the café.
  • During the afternoon, you went to the sea-themed park. You loved every second of it, and Hinata too. He carefully avoided any roller coaster-type ride, and the two of you had a lot of fun regardless, mainly exploring the zone. He insisted to take selfies with you at some of his favorite locations, to send them to his brother and friends.
  • The two of you had planned a rather long shopping break : Hinata wanted to buy a bit of everything. He always came back with something weird and a mischevious glint in his eye, asking you if you thought Yuta would like that. He eventually bought the weirdest cap he could find for his brother, and cute matching headbands for the two of you.
  • After the two of you tried your favorite rides, it was already nighttime. While you were there, you decided to stay for the final firework show, and Hinata gently held your hand in his while watching it. When he spoke, you could barely hear him through all the noise. “You know, I thought bringing my brother would be more fun, but… I think I loved having such a nice date with you. We should have stayed for the night too.” He winked at you, and you teasingly answered you could still have a great night at your own place, to which he excitedly nodded. Seems like the evening would go on for a bit longer.
  • He tried to keep his hands off you during the train ride back home, but couldn’t quite restrain himself and peppered your face with kisses, telling you how great you were and how lucky he was to have you for himself. He didn’t hesitate one second to spend the night at your place, quickly texting Yuta to tell him he wouldn’t come home until the next day. “My brother’s not gonna let me live it down… but it’s worth it.”
  • And sure enough, it was worth it. The two of you fell asleep snuggled against each other, and seeing Hinata look so happy made you happy in turn. You probably wouldn’t forget this day anytime soon…

Koga :

  • “Huh ? Ya wanna go to Disneyland ?” Koga didn’t seem really convinced when you suggested the idea. “Seems like the kinda stuff Kaoru would like. That means it probably sucks ass.”  Well, that’s one way to put it. You insisted to show him pictures and videos of the park, insisting on the more adventurous side of it. He eventually accepted, maybe because his UNDEAD bandmates talked him into it. Or maybe because he just wanted to try and wasn’t really honest with himself.
  • He let you take care of the planning and organization part, and showing up on time at the train station was his greatest effort of the day. Even though it was really early, you noticed the care he’d put in his outfit and accessories. It certainly looked way more… punk than the cutesy atmosphere of the park, but you noticed with a chuckle he certainly had anticipated this day greatly. “What are ya laughin’ at ? Want me to bite ya so it’ll pass ?” No thanks, mister Wolf. You’ll be fine without him biting.
  • He tried to keep it cool while in the park, even adopting a blasé persona you’d never seen before. “Oh, great. Look at all these fuckin’ kids. Remind me why 'twas a good idea, aga–” Curious, you raised your head from the map you were studying. Why had he stopped, all of a sudden ? You caught him looking at the most wicked rollercoaster of the park with bright eyes. Oh, shucks.
  • You tried your best to deter him from going to that direction of the park, proposing a lot of more inoffensive rides. He let you drag him all the way to Fantasyland, but looked even grumpier than usual, which says a lot. He decidedly didn’t fit the atmosphere, and practically groaned when passing the “It’s a small world” ride. Right. No more Fantasyland.
  • His grumpy airs quickly disappeared when you brought him to the old west American-themed part of the park. “Yeah, that’s more like it ! This just smells of rock and roll, baby. Hurry up, I wanna try that.” Cue him dragging you around, holding your wrist.
  • He especially liked the shooting gallery, and you’re pretty sure he spent a little fortune in that. But then again, the sight of him smirking proudly, a rifle in hand isn’t exactly the worst… He even insisted to take a “wild” selfie with you. “I’m gonna show the damn vampire how much fun I’m havin’ while he’s stuck at home sleepin’ like the old geezer he is.” Well, if that makes him happy…
  • When he passed by the Big Thunder Mountain ride, there was no discussing. He was already queueing, with you. You tried to explain you weren’t good with heights, but he groaned. “You took me to all that kiddy stuff, now it’s my turn to pick. And this is a real ride, perfect for a manly man like me !” Damn.
  • As you were pretty nervous while the park employee checked you were well installed, Koga chuckled. “Ya scared ? Better be. This looks like some damn monster. But, hey : I’m with you, 'kay ?” Whatever that was supposed to mean, you felt a bit reassured. Especially since his hand was tightly holding yours. It was only going to be a short unpleasant moment, and it made him so happy…
  • You immediately regretted your bravado when the wagon slowly brought you higher and higher. You felt yourself squealing, seeing the rest of the park look smaller and smaller under you… As the wagon almost reached its peak, you were closing your eyes. Except Koga prevented you to. “Y'can close your eyes as much as you want after that, but before…” When he kissed you, your heart dropped. You would have kissed him too, if that damn wagon hadn’t started its freakingly fast descent into hell, and you couldn’t help but scream as your heart dropped a second time. Koga was laughing loudly, letting out a howl or a “Hell yeah !” every once in a while. Guess someone’s having fun.
  • You were in for a bench break after that one, while Koga studied the map, eyes squinted. “What the hell ? Why is there either stuff for kids or for girls here ?” When you felt a bit better, the two of you went to eat at a barbecue-themed restaurant. Yeah, Koga was the one to choose. And judging how much he ate, he loved it.
  • After lunch, you were in for peaceful rides only. “But…” Peaceful. Rides. He groaned, but you took him to the Pirates of the Carribean ride, to show him great rides can be pretty calm. He loved that one so much, you did it three times total.
  • Then you stopped to shop for souvenirs, looking for things for your relatives. Koga was looking for something too. “Heh, I’m gonna buy the lamest thing for the vampire geezer… What the fuck ?! Look at the damn prices !” Yep, he found out. He still bought the cheapest thing he could find for Rei, that is, a pink fluffy scrunchie.
  • You, on the other hand, decided to buy Koga a pirate hat, as it definitely fits his image. He turned unexpectedly bashful when he saw it. “Hey, ya didn’t have to buy me somethin’… i’m right here with you, it’s enough for me.” Still, you wanted him to have that hat. No buts. You even sneakily took a picture of him wearing it to send it to the other UNDEAD members. Rei was quick to answer, saying at least Koga and pirates shared the crass language. Which is not wrong.
  • You then went on to visit the second park. Koga’s eyes glinted suspiciously when he saw the infamous Tower of Terror elevator ride. No, bad doggie. You said peaceful rides only. “C'mon, how can you not wanna try it ?!”  There’s no way in hell you’re going on that. Koga groaned but followed you along as you both explored that new park.
  • Before you knew it, you were queuing with him for the Indiana Jones roller coaster. What ? What happened ? Koga was looking very pleased with himself and his newly-discovered persuasion powers. Well, as long as it was the last one… Besides it was supposed to be quick, right ? You’d probably be fine… but when you got out, disheveled and trembling, you were sure of one thing : you weren’t fine. Never again. Koga, on the other hand, was laughing loudly, in a sound suspiciously similar to a bark. “Hey, didn’t ya love it ?” No, certainly not. But as it was the last one, and he’d agreed you would be allowed to pick all of the remaining rides…
  • You took an evil pleasure in forcing Koga to do the girliest and most ridiculous rides in the park. And he wasn’t even allowed to complain. That was all part of the deal. Another embarassing picture of Koga playing in a playground for kids was taken and sent immediately to Rei, who was very pleased with this.
  • As he was very determined to run away after all that humiliation, you decided to calm him down by exploring the jungle-themed parts of the park with him, climbing everywhere you could climb without getting chewed on by employees. And even on areas where you could (and did) get chewed on. Once he was tired of climbing everywhere and running around, he suggested you go back home. He doesn’t “give a damn about the fuckin’ fireworks”, apparently.
  • He brought you back to his place, under the excuse that “ya were sleepy so I carried ya to my room and well there’s only one bed”. Even though his sincerity was dubious at best, you didn’t really care, even glad for this opportunity to sleep close to him. All in all, that was a very good day and even he wouldn’t disagree.


  • He seemed interested in the whole Disneyland idea, but cringed when you explained he would have to wake up early. “Can’t we just go there the afternoon… ?” Well… yeah, you could, but that would be missing out on a lot of things. He sighed, visibly annoyed. “How early ?” 8 o'clock would be a good time to leave, since you had to take the train to go there. He grimaced, his entire face sour. “What about leaving at ten… ?” You ultimately decided to leave at 9, ignoring his pained groans.
  • On the d-day, Ritsu most certainly wasn’t happy. You went to his place to personally wake him up, as you sure didn’t trust his phone’ alarm clock. Or Ritsu himself, for that matter. As much as he loved the good morning kisses, he really disliked the walk to the station. “Are we really going to walk all day… I can’t do that, I’m going to die. The heat is already too much…” Well, maybe he was exaggerating a bit. You hoped.
  • As soon as he plopped in his seat in the train, he started snoring. You were looking at him, eyes wide in disbelief, as you noticed he brought a blanket, pillows and even a face mask. So that’s why his bag was so heavy…  You had serious trouble waking him up once you were arrived, and briefly considered buying an airhorn for the next time.
  • As much as you were excited about finally being there, he just groggily wandered down the park’s streets, yawning and rubbing his eyes. You took him on a few cute rides, holding his hand, but he was dozing off on your shoulder. Well, that won’t do. As you were thinking about what to do next, he unexpectedly woke up long enough to mumble something. “Just go see a show or whatever at one of the theaters. I’ll nap and you can still enjoy yourself.”
  • Which is exactly what you did. The actors and dancers were really good, and you found yourself clapping enthusiastically at the end. You even had some new ideas for a Dreamfest… you’d have to talk to the student council about them. Ritsu looked considerably better once you two got out of the theater, but was still tired. “Let’s go get something to eat… well, you can eat. I’ll just sleep some more.”
  • As you ordered what striked your fancy on the menu, Ritsu was mumbling adorably in his sleep, next to you. The waitress seemed a bit surprised and asked if he wanted something, but you politely declined. He’d get hungry soon enough. You took some cute pictures of your meal, sending them to your friends, and enjoyed seeing the Disney characters in the restaurant, but were feeling a bit lonely. You briefly wondered if you should have brought Rei or Mao along, but Ritsu woke up soon after, inquiring about your meal.
  • Once Mr. Sleepyhead was up, the date was finally about to truly begin. Besides, you had one secret trick up your sleeve. The fizzy drink. You bought one can of Ritsu’s favorite flavor and offered it to him, saying he was probably thirsty. He gladly accepted, even kissing you on the cheek as a reward. Soon after, the sugar was kicking in and he was decidedly more enthusiastic about this date, despite being up and about while the sun was still up.
  • Ritsu hated the walking part. He even suggested you carry him from one ride to the other, but when he eyed the train going around the park, you knew he had something in his mind. For every change of areas, he’d insist to take that cute little train instead of walking, and you even got to make one full circle around the park when he refused to get out, instead preferring to stay seated and kiss you for a while.
  • He loved your favorite rides, and as the afternoon was progressing, he was more and more enthusiastic, even demanding you stopped at some ride he wanted to try. Fantasyland was his favorite area, surprisingly, but he didn’t mind the others.
  • When the two of you passed by the haunted house, you saw Ritsu’s eyes glint in a particular way. Oh well, there was no escaping this one. He was strangely thrilled about it, commenting about the monsters you got to see. “Well, after all, there’s no better place for a vampire like me…” You even thought he would be happy to move in that haunted mansion. Probably…
  • You insisted to visit Sleeping Beauty’s castle, and took a lot of pictures of him inside it. He was the true sleeping beauty, after all. Rei loved them, judging by his almost-instant, typo-filled answer. Guess he still wasn’t used to handling his phone…
  • Ritsu was amused by all the silly merchandise he found in the stores, and insisted to buy you a cute plushie as a gift. You did the same, picking the character you thought he’d find the cutest. As you saw he was ready to walk out of the store, you asked if he wasn’t going to buy anything for his brother. “What brother ? Are you sure you’re okay ?” …. Well. You decided to sneakily buy something for poor Rei anyway.
  • He loved the parade, but absolutely refused to watch it standing : you had to pick a nice seated spot beforehand and wait until it was time for it. He certainly didn’t mind, munching on a pastry he bought a bit earlier. Amused, you asked him if he liked it ; you wanted to try it out yourself. “It’s good, but I’d like your blood better.” You were just left staring at him. Where did that come from, all of a sudden ? He just snickered and winked.
  • When you tried taking him to the sea-themed park, he didn’t seem particularly awestruck. That is, until he spotted the gondola ride. Before you knew it, you were having a nice little tour of the water-based park, while he was snuggling against you and kissing your neck. He even left a bite.
  • Talking about biting, Ritsu would always get clingy while you were queueing for a ride. Sometimes he would be hugging you, sometimes kissing you, without a care in the world for all the people who were around. That one time he left a trail of kisses on your neck to then bite it, you couldn’t help but ask him why exactly he was so clingy, all of a sudden. “I don’t like how the other guys are looking at you.”  Well… you did dress up cutely for the occasion, but you didn’t think you were provoking that much interest… or that Ritsu was that jealous.
  • At the end of the day, he was excitedly humming, stroking your hair in the train. It was your turn to nap : you’d well deserved a bit of rest. “I’m waking you up with a kiss when we’re there, so don’t worry, sleep all you want…” You didn’t have to be told twice, but something in his smirk didn’t exactly inspire you to trust him fully… 
  • And soon enough, you were effectively woken up by a kiss, but he was on top of you, on his bed. You tried to get up or ask for explanations, and he winked. “Carried you home. I’m much more powerful at night, you know. And now, time for my treat…” As for you, you got the treat to fall asleep spooning him. That was definitely the best day in your life so far.