So I was thinking about how Lance would react with the whole Lion musical chair switch thing…and then I thought about how the Black Lion would view Lances reaction.
And. You know. Black Paladin Lance endgame.
Black, as the new Paladins called her, saw Blue’s cub often, even before her own kitten had disappeared. Blue’s baby was so sweet always visiting his Lion.
Shiro never visited her.
So, of course, Black paid attention to the new visitor in the Lions Den.
The Paladin would sit criss cross apple sauce, as he called it, in front of Blacks sister as he’d regale Blue with his day. There were clear dramatic embellishments but Black found the little cub endearing, with how he flailed his tiny limbs and painted Blues claws. He seemed to have some self confidence issues as well, and the Red kit seemed to get angry at him whenever he saw hik in the Den.
The cub didn’t stop dropping by after the Paladins and their Princess decided to shuffle things around either, the kitten would visit with Red, doing his best to bond with the temperamental lion, but he never forgot Blue.
He also never yelled at Red.
Black wasn’t very fond of Red’s Paladin. Red was bitter because her kit no longer spent time with her, but she seemed to be growing attached to Blue’s kitten.
Black was envious of Red and Blue both, Yellow and Green were content as neither had to play musical paladins.
It was silly that the five humans and two Alteans thought they had any choice in the matter of who piloted them. Blue especially had taken her time selecting her Paladin, a whole 10, 000 years.
Black just wished the Red kit and the Princess would stop prancing around as if she would actually let the kit pilot her.
She’d much prefer Blue’s cub. This caused some strife between her and her sisters, Red wishing to make her lot jealous, Blue just wanting her cub back for herself.
In all honesty Black just didn’t want the Red Paladin to pilot her because Shiro thought he was the one to pick his replacement. Black would have to go through a few more training techniques before she wold be satisfied when the humans and Aliens found Shiro.
But it would take them far to much time to find Shiro if they kept trying to get Reds Paladin pilot her. If they wanted Shiro they should give her Lance. She wanted to get her claws done like Red and Blue!
Black was completley allowed to be kitish every once in a millenia.
Black growled as the Red kit banged his fists against he barrier, what did he hop to get from this? Black walled over to where Blue and Red were sitting she was done with the Red cub.
The Red Paladin followed after her, clearly indignant. Black ignored him and Greens giggles. Blue nuzzled her gently, trying to provide some comfort. Red merely Mooney after her Paladin.
The red cub yelled a little longer before stalking off, almost crashing into the sweet Blue kitten. Black, Blue and Red sat up a little straighter, purring excitedly as the kit made his way to them. Green and Yellow wandered over curiously.
Black turned to Blue, doing her best to plead with her eyes. Yellow nudged the cub with her muzzle, poKing him with her claws.
The Blue kit looked at the Lions in awe. Black smiled appreciatively with the rest of her pride. Yes, this was a good cub. Nice amount of fear and adoration.
Blue sighed dramatically and plucked up her cub in her mouth, placing the terrified and flailing kitten onto Black’s nose. Black beamed.
Request: “Hey! Can you write a JeffxReader? Where the reader is Clay sister (and have a secret crush on Jeff), someday she was going to sleep in Hanna’s house, but for some reason she didn’t stay to sleep and when she go home she find Jeff slepping in her bed. You can choose how it ends. Thank you! :D”
A/N: I am happy that I received a Jeff imagine! Although I didn’t want to leave Hannah alone, because I can imagine the reader being on the tapes after because of it. Yup, I am a little bit paranoid. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you like it and I would be grateful if you send other requests! Thank you.
“Oh my God, you seriously like Jeff Atkins?” Hannah exclaimed excitedly and energetically as she knew the secret you’ve been keeping for years.
“Who wouldn’t like him?” You stated as if it was normal to like Jeff. Well, he was good looking, kind and funny. He had the characteristics you were looking for a boy and you knew that he was the one when you met him.
“Aw, I hope he likes you back.” Hannah honestly said as she played with your (Y/H/C) hair while you both sat on her comfortable double bed. You decided to have a sleepover because it has been awhile since you last spent time together. She was one of your close friends and you loved her presence.
“Well, he’s older than me and I am out of his league.” You shrugged your shoulders as you felt a little bit down for what you’ve just said.
“Oh, cut it off! You are beautiful, intelligent and sweet, it is impossible to not fall in love with you.” Hannah comforted you as she praised you with her sincere words.
“Aw, Hannah.” You looked at her with a wide smile and you hugged her. “Thank you.”
“It was the truth.” She hugged you back as a nice friend she was.
“Talking of these boys,” You started as you broke the hug and she hid her face behind her hands as she already knew the next question. “how are you and my older brother, Clay?” You flashed a smirk and you saw her cheeks turned red.
“Oh my God, I knew it.” She laughed, still having her face hidden. “We’re friends, (Y/N). We work at the movie theatre and we talk at school, that’s it.”
“Jesus, Clay never asked you out?” You shook your head for your disappointment because you rooted for them being together. You considered Clay and Hannah as a perfect couple.
“He’s shy.” Hannah shortly answered.
“But it’s not an excuse! I would slap that dork silly, seriously.” You unleashed a long and deep sigh because Hannah seemed disappointed too and her being dismayed was one of the things you wouldn’t want to see. “I’ll talk to him, because I know that he likes you too, a lot!”
“Geez, really?” Hannah smiled widely and you nodded happily as her happiness came back once again.
“You can count on that!” You winked at her and she bit her lower lip. You stared at each other and you both let out some soft giggles for no reason, but it was interrupted as you heard some noise coming from the living room.
There was a discussion happening between Hannah’s parents and you could tell that she felt embarrassed for it. She hated it when they fought and having a friend hearing their complaints wasn’t one of the things that she wanted to happen.
“Are you okay, Hannah?” You worriedly asked and she just shook it off, obviously avoiding herself to ask you some help.
“(Y/N), do you mind if we cancel this sleepover?” She fidgeted with her warm blankets as she was nervous for your possible reaction.
“Oh no, it’s fine for me if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean, I would stay to cheer you up, but I will give you space if you want.” You sympathetically said as you understood her situation.
“I am fine, really.” She assured you. “I will call you if I ever need some help. Thank you.”
“Don’t bother to call me, okay?” You reminded her once again as you got up from her bed. You gathered your things and you put them in your backpack.
“Noted.” She smiled widely at you, not minding her parents anymore. She got up too and you both went outside her room as she led you to the house’s front door. Her parents stopped throwing shit at each other as they saw you going away and you could say that they felt guilty because of it.
“Good night, Hannah.” You sweetly greeted. “Call me or text me, okay? I am always here.”
“I know and I thank you for that.” She hugged you and you responded to it by hugging her back. “Good night.” She then let you go.
“Good night, see you tomorrow.” You said as you unlocked your bike’s chains. You then rode it as you said goodbye to Hannah once again. She watched you as you started to pedal way back home.
During your journey, you thought of Hannah’s family situation and you knew that it wasn’t your business but you wanted to help her. You wanted to help her, because you didn’t want for it to be one of the reasons she would feel sad or disappointed. Her life was already hard and you didn’t want for her to carry another problem on her back.
Once you arrived home, you silently went to your room, not wanting to wake anybody up. You plopped your things on your desk and you let yourself fall on the bed carelessly.
“What the fuck, Clay?!” You heard a deep voice complaining and you were shocked, mostly scared, for a moment. You were afraid to move, but you quickly searched for the lamp that rested on your bedside table and you turned the lights on. “Oh, it’s you (Y/N)!”
“What the hell are you doing in my room, Jeff?” You corrugated your forehead as you wondered why. You liked Jeff, but you knew that you had the right to be furious after what happened.
“Clay said that you were staying at Hannah’s!” Jeff sat up as he covered his shirtless body. “Boys can have sleepover too, duh!”
“Jeez!” You laughed even though you were annoyed. “I am sleeping on the couch downstairs then.”
“No, I am sleeping there. This is your bed and it’s not okay to let a woman sleep uncomfortably.” He ranted as he searched for his shirt and wore it soon after.
“It’s okay, Jeff. Stay here.” You flashed him a smile and you got up from your bed, ready to go out of the room.
“No!” Jeff protested. “We can share! It’s a double bed and I can sleep on one side and you on the other.”
“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow as you considered his proposal.
“Only if it’s okay with you. If not, I am sleeping on the couch.” He smiled as he scratched his nape.
“Alright, I’ll share my bed with you.” You went back on the bed and you sat on your space. “Only because I don’t want for you to be uncomfortable, okay?”
“Alright, (Y/N).” You could bet that you saw him smirking before you turned the lights off.
“No malice, Jeff!” You slapped his muscular arm and he just let out a laugh. Oh, how much you loved that laughter. “Thank my parents because they taught us that sharing is caring.”
“I’m thanking Lainie and Matt tomorrow, don’t worry.” He jokingly answered and you just giggled because of it. “Good night, (Y/N).”
“Good night, Jeff.” You smiled while you had your eyes closed. You couldn’t believe it, so you had a hard time drifting in your sleep, same for Jeff.
You were happy that you had a chance to share the bed with your ultimate crush and both knew that you would wake up hugging each other, but who cares? You both liked each other, you just had no guts to admit it and this is a great coincidence to show the affection to each other.
(Context: A small party of three (I’m a bard, there’s a male cleric, and then a female paladin. ) are in a tavern. I’ve been told to play for the crowd. I scored a nat20 for a small performance with the owner of the tavern.)
DM: Alright, roll for your performance. You shouldn’t have a problem unless you nat1.
B (myself): Now I can’t guarantee a thing. *proceeds to roll a nat1*
DM: *staring at the die in a negative awe and looking me straight in the face as I put on my best smile*
DM: You sit there on the stage ready to play your lute. You reel back your hand as high as possible, and slam it down. You managed to break three strings. Everyone is looking at you, not really booing, but with a bit of disbelief.
B: …Well alrighty! *stares at lute like an idiot*
C: *casting mending while giving a thumbs up in the crowd, mouthing “I got you”*
P: *tearing into meat, not paying attention*
(Note: 5 minutes before this fail the bard managed to nat20 kazoo kid on a lute)
Let’s start with the fact that this scene is the first of Rick’s Michonne flashbacks in the Episode That Shall Not Be Rewatched. The scene positions Rick more as observer than participant. The back half of Season 4 consistently sees Michonne helping to restore Carl’s innocence, his childhood, little piece by little piece (following Rick’s lead from early Season 4); this scene epitomizes that. Instinctively it seems, she knows exactly how to bring the best out of Carl – his most childish, his most generous, his most lighthearted self. I think the reason Rick’s logged this one into the memory bank is because what could mean more to him than that? She’s becoming a mother to Carl right before Rick’s eyes, inherently lightening Rick’s load a little.
The expression on his face in the scene is almost awe. Just look at him: the heart eyes, the smile, the way he looks from Carl to Michonne. She’s bringing his son back to him; they’re all saving each other, love reviving humanity. After the distance between Rick and Carl in After, where we’ve seen Carl so angry with his father that he even threw a Shane missile at him, Michonne has become the bridge between them. The air is lighter with her there. Rick’s eyes move between Michonne and Carl in this scene with such affection. He’s basking in the sight of seeing two people smile, the two he loves most. As Carl gives half of the Big Cat back to Michonne, Rick can’t help but smile too – he knows that if he’s got one thing right in this world, it’s what’s right in front of him.
Danai: I think there’s something really great about how Michonne gets Carl and she really has a strong heart towards him, because he’s the young man that perhaps her son never got to become, but he’s also a young man who’s really figured out how to handle himself in this really hostile world so she just wants the best for him. When she was going out finding The Governor, she was bringing him back whatever she could find just to keep his life in a way where he could have treats and things that might really lighten the load of the life he has to lead in this realm, but she also really respects how he handles himself, so it’s a very true friendship because she has respect for him and I think he feels that. He feels that “she’s not treating me like a kid”. […] He’s the one who actually brought her into the group. And so, from there on out, they have definitely had a deep and intimate bond. The loss of a child, many will say, is the worst loss one can have, and Carl still steps into that position of giving her a second experience with a young growing man that she lost with her own son. So he really is what opens the gates of her heart to be able to open up to Rick.
A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back to writing again, and I’m sorry this is so short. I’m still working on requests and other imagines, but I wanted to put something up since it’s been a bit and honestly, I really missed writing. I love you all and thank you for all the amazing support :)
No warnings, Pure fluff
The frozen air from outside of your shared flat struck Newt as he climbed back up the ladder and out of his case. He cautiously stood back onto the wooden floorboards before clasping his beloved creatures’ home shut. He paused to crack his back and to unstiffen his joints, only to be greeted with the chilling air once more. A shiver rolled down his spine, and he began to walk towards the closet. Carefully, he sifted through his shirts, waistcoats, and a few of your own articles as well, and he stepped back baffled with a hand rustling through his hair.
He could have sworn his gray sweater had been hung after the last wash he finished, and he could have sworn that he hadn’t gone and left it anywhere. Rising out of his thoughts once more, he filtered through his clothes again, only to be met with the same disappointment. Newt rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as his hair started to stand on end from the frigid atmosphere. All he wanted was something a little warmer to wear as opposed to his regular button down, and his coat wouldn’t be as comfortable as the desired sweater. With a sigh, he exited the room and ambled down the wooden staircase to where he could hear you humming along to a soothing record.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he called your name out knowing you were in the room somewhere, “Y/n? Love, this is probably a strange question, but have you by chance seen my gray sweat-,”
Newt strode towards the kitchen, while talking to the floor, but when his eyes finally landed on you, he stopped as his breath was stolen right out of his lungs.
You were seated at the wooden table, the newspaper sprawled out and a blue mug perched in your gentle hands. Your hair wisped around your face as parts of it had slipped from the tied bun atop your head. With lips sipping on the contents of the mug, you peered up to glance at your boyfriend as his own eyes slipped down to the gray sweater you were wearing, which just so happened to be the same size and texture as the one he was looking for.
Newt smiled to himself in awe, as he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The sweater was obviously too large for your frame, as Newt was a giant compared to you, but that made you even more adorable. The way your eyes lit up in surprise at his unfinished question entranced him, and he let out a small laugh at your shocked state. His lips curled into a beaming grin as watched you set the mug back down softly upon the surface.
“I was um….borrowing it?” you phrased, as your intended statement came out as more of a confused question directed towards yourself. This earned you another laugh from Newt, as he began to cross his arms and lean against the door frame with a sweet smirk etched on his face.
“I’m sure you were darling,” he chuckled, “Why I’d say you’re as bad as the Niffler with this thievery.”
You gasped loudly and playfully before dramatically pressing a hand to your chest, “How dare you relate me to such a crime.”
You mocked being offended and Newt stepped towards you, grin still playfully on his face. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you felt his short stubble gently tickle your face as well. Distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice Newt start to wrap his arms around you and scoop you up off the chair you were sitting in. Still off guard, Newt took this as an advantage to pepper you with more kisses, bringing you both into euphoria. You wrapped your sweater-paw hands around him, giggling harder than before.
“Hmm I should be annoyed at you for stealing it, but I’ll let it slide since you’re just so adorably radiant in my clothes,” he murmured with his forehead pressed against your own.
He wasn’t lying, he thought you looked astounding, and you were extremely cozy and warm to the touch now, a feeling he was well aware of when he embraced you. Newt lovingly stared into your eyes before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss and felt the butterflied in your stomach, as even after all this time with the man you loved, you still managed to feel as you did on your first date. His hand brushed a few strands of hair from your face, but he was careful not to let you slip onto the floor. He deepened the kiss more, allow the passion you two had towards one another to blossom like a tulip in spring. His earthy scent from hours working in the case before surrounded you, enveloping you two in your own private world of love and affection. Once the kiss broke, you kissed the top of his nose enchantingly, soft as a whisper in the summer breeze.
You looked into his breathtaking pelagic eyes as sorrow swirled in your own.
“I’m sorry Newt, I really am. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing. Here I can give it back,” you said while tugging on the sleeved a little more.
Newt cut of your actions with another peck to your rosy lips.
“Don’t worry about it darling. You can even keep it, it looks better on you anyways. But, on one minor condition though,” he proposed.
You responded with a quick kiss to his cheek as your chest rested against his, “And what’s that dear?”
“You come back upstairs to cuddle with me. You’re unusually cuddly and soft right now, and I could use someone to help warm me back up.”
You happily nodded, “Of course Newt. I wouldn’t be able to say no anyways, I love you too much.”
“And I love you by sweater-stealing darling.”
Newt’s grin grew as you then laid your head onto his chest, arms consumed by oversized sleeves still around his neck. He shifted his hold on you and carried you back upstairs to your bedroom so the two of you could enjoy one another’s warm comfort while the chilly air swiftly swirled around in the world outside.
Incogito; Hey can you do a reaction to their foreign gf being exited bc she finally learned how to eat with chopsicks? Thank you in advance☺🌼
Note: REVAMP bruh ~*Credit to gif owners*
He knew how hard you had been working on using chopsticks perfectly. The moment he saw your face shine brightly, looking at him with a bright smile; he couldn’t help but smile back as he stared at your excited state. You’d be eating and giggling from your happiness and he’d just stare at your lil happy form.
You’d be ecstatic but Yoongi wouldn’t believe you. Just that morning you were struggling like a baby and now you were an expert. Who exactly has been teaching you? His eyes narrowed, thinking the chopsticks you were using were also just magical. He’d take out chopsticks from his sleeve and say, “Try these ones.”
You gave him a surprised expression once you picked up the sushi like it was something you were a natural at, and Hoseok slowly raised his hand. “Yaaaas,” he’d say, hearing you say that to your friends all the time. You’d just laugh and give him a high five, receiving a pleased smile from him.
“Pretend it’s a pencil,” he said, waiting for you to hold one like you were about to write. “Then slide this one here…and..voila!” The way he had you holding the chopsticks felt perfect, and when you could easily eat your food, you squealed in happiness. “You see, babe?” He’d say, “I knew you could do it!”
He stared at you in awe the moment you began to act like a child who got a new toy, jumping in glee from finally being able to use the chopsticks without struggling. You were being too cute, and he stuck his bottom lip out; almost tearing up at your cuteness. He couldn’t resist the urge to embrace and kiss you.
Taehyung would stare at you blankly as you were grabbing every piece of food on the table with chopsticks happily. You looked like you won the greatest prize ever, and when you finally looked to him with a childlike expression, a smile would break his blank expression and he’d give you an innocent kiss of appreciation. “You’re adorable.”
“Jungkook!” You’d gasp, showing him how you could use chopsticks easily now as if you just found diamonds. He’d stare at you, looking at how beautiful you looked while you fed him in awe. A bright smile would stretch across his lips and you’d tilt your head to the side. “Don’t you think I’m awesome?” You’d say and he’d laugh.
Hiii don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are then could you do 15. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.” 50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” With Barry Allen x reader; have a lovely day/night :)
You shook your head, “No. I can’t…”
“Y/N, this is the only way we’re going catch him.” Barry spoke into your ear piece.
“You want me to jump off a building!” You hissed putting you hand to the earpiece, “To catch a bad guy that can throw astral orbs at things and make them disintegrate on contact!”
“Well…yeah…when you put it like that it sounds bad…” Barry’s voice held a hint of amusement.
“Barry this isn’t funny!” You looked down the edge of the building again, “You know I’m not good with my ability yet…what if I fall?”
“You won’t fall.”
“What if I die?”
“You won’t die!”
“If I die, I’m going to kill you.” You heard him laugh finally, “I can’t be in the afterlife alone.”
“Y/N, you are not going to die…you’re are not going to fall. You’re going fly down the building distract him so I can zoom in and cuff him with repressors.” He explained, “And per your request…”
“Whew!” You looked behind yourself seeing Cisco emerging from the roof access door, “That’s…a lot of stairs.”
“Cisco?” You made a face, “What…are you…”
“Barry said you weren’t sure of yourself still.” Cisco smiled, “Despite the fact that you’ve passed all the test and shown amazing results…I have brought reassurance.”
You watched him pull some climbing equipment out of a bag and smiled, “…thanks Barr…”
“Of course…Sorry I didn’t have him there sooner. I’ll give you the go ahead once he’s there.” Barry spoke quietly.
“I love you.” You smiled as Cisco walked over with gear.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Your heart fluttered as the com went silent.
“You two make me sick…” Cisco told you as you strapped on the gear.
You smirked a little, “That was our plan all along. Be so cute, people throw up.”
“You both succeed very well.” He clipped the rope to you.
You patted his shoulder as he went to go tie everything off. You looked back over edge feeling your stomach twist into knots.
You could fly. You could fly distances… up, down, left and right…but you weren’t sure about free falling into it.
“Hey.” You looked over at Cisco walking over, “You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be great.”
“Thanks Cisco.” You nodded as the com chirp alive.
“He’s taking the bait, you ready?” Barry asked in his very down to business voice.
“Roger that.” You told him flexing your hands taking in a deep breath readying yourself for the plunge.
“Do your thing babe.” You smirked at his choice of words. It was something he only said to you when he had something great planned for later.
You launched yourself off the building feeling the air rush past you. You loved the feeling of flying. The weightlessness of it all. It felt free.
Your power kicked in right away and you floated down to the floor the meta was on. You stopped outside the window watching the man hold his hand up to a safe slowly disintegrating the door away. You pounded out the window getting him to stop.
He starred at you eyes getting wide his hand raising up as an orb began to form. You swallowed, “Uh…I got his attention…”
He launched the orb at the window making it shatter outward sending you back. You let out a scream as you flipped around losing control. You swung back as you ability kicked out. You felt the harness press hard against your hips as you fell into it.
You grunted in pain as you hit the side of the building a floor lower then you were supposed to be. You could hear crunching of glass above you. You struggled to find a foot to push off if needed.
Finally Barry’s masked face popped over the edge and you relaxed, “How’s it hangin?”
You rolled your eyes, “Barry…”
He laughed a little, “Sorry couldn’t resist.”
“Please get me up, you know I can’t do this without a good push off.” Your foot slipped again on the glass.
“Well actually since you are just hangin around down there I have a question.” He squatted looking down at you with that awful wonderful smile of his.
“Barry, come on…” You whined.
“I know that this is probably a bad time, but will you marry me?” He watched you as you stopped trying to gain footing and look up at him, “Y/N?”
“Barry Allen…” You stared at him, “Pull me up right now.”
He swallowed nodding as he pulled on the rope. When you were close he grabbed your arms helping you over the edge, “Y/N, I just…I…we…”
He stopped when you slugged him hard in the shoulder. He made a face holding it when you grabbed his face kissing him, “Yes…”
He blinked a few times, “Yes?”
You smiled, “Not exactly how I wanted to be asked, but…it’s you…so yes.”
“Yes…” he grinned pulling you into an embrace before kissing you again.
You giggled when he parted from you, “I love you Barry Allen, but you…need to get that guy in a cell.”
He looked over to the guy passed out on the floor, “I…yeah…Meet you at the Lab?”
“Of course.” You winked at him as he whizzed off in a blur. “Y/N Allen…wife of the Flash…it’s got a nice ring to it…”
Summary: Where two lovers fake a proposal to get dessert and it goes viral. This is based by the new viral tweet.
Requested: “One where you and Jack make a fake proposal to get a free dessert but a fan sees and videos it so they can share the the cute moment and everyone freaks out thinking they’re actually engaged.”
Note: I broke into my best friend’s house last night because she forgot to leave the door open for me, while she is at work. She died when I told her I climbed through her bathroom window😂
Jack sighed, setting down his editing on his laptop. It was Saturday night and he had the worst week of his life, nothing was going right. From meetings, to cancelled meetings, to running around after the boys, to filming videos and lastly, not seeing you for a week in a half and not speaking to you in four days.
All he wants is to be with you. He knows how stressful you have been; he loves that you’re doing a major in photography but he hates that you stress yourself so much out with it. He also knows that you have an exam coming up and knows you won’t be sleeping because you have to get everything perfect, the smallest of things would make want to start over again.
It wasn’t until he watched someone fake a birthday, that he could the best idea ever.
Scrambling up to his feet, he glanced at the clock seeing it was only six, if he planned this out perfectly he would get to yours around ten to seven depending on traffic. Taking a shower, dressing in his best clothes and grabbing his keys, he was out the door by half past and already on route to your apartment.
As reached your apartment he heard Conor’s old album playing around the apartment, he remembered the day he asked you why you listened to it and you said, “The faster I do my art, the faster I can stop listening to it.” He couldn’t stop laughing when you said that and never fails to tell that story when he’s with the gang.
Stepping into the apartment, Jack closed the door and made his way into the living room. He leaned up on the door frame, smiling loving at his girlfriend who was dancing and singing softly to Royalty around the living room picking up photos and placing them on black boards.
“As much as I would love to stand here watching you all day, we my crazy baby are going out.” Jack spoke up, an amused look on his face watching you jump around to face him with your arm in the ready to attack.
You slowly put your arm down and pulled Jack into a hug, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” Jack mumbled into his girlfriend’s hair. “But get dressed up fancy, we are dining like King and Queens.”
“Why?” You mumbled looking up at Jack,
Jack grinned unwrapping his arms and stepping back, “We need some fun. So get your cute little ass in that room and put on that sparkly red dress, do your make up and let’s go. The meal is booked for eight.”
You nodded your head and made your way to you room but stopped turning your head over your shoulder, “I’m not crazy.”
Jack’s laugh echoed the flat, “You were going to attack me with a photograph.”
Glaring at him, you stomped into your room where a little smile on your face appeared on your face from hearing Jack chuckling to himself.
45 minutes later you waltzed out of your bedroom doing a twirl for Jack who was making camera noises and gasping. Laughing you turned to face him with a smile on your face, “How do I look?”
“Fucking beautiful baby.” Jack smiled, the look of awe pure on his face. “Do you have a fancy diamond right by any chance? I have a little plan for tonight.”
“Aren’t you suppose to buy the ring, if you’re going to propose?” You teased with a smile but took off into your room to get a ring.
“When I buy you a ring, you’re going to know about it.” Jack smirked holding his hand out for the ring.
“Oh? Will I?” You smirked back.
Jack just laughed grabbing your hand and pulling you out your apartment, “Why do you need this ring anyway?”
“Want to get some free dessert?”
“Free dessert? Hell yeah.”
Jack has been relaxed and smiling the whole entire evening and he notice he and manage to make you relaxed and happy. Which is all he had wanted to come out of this meal, to make you happy.
As you got up to the toilet, Jack called the waiter over and told them about the proposal and just like Jack wanted they offered him a few desserts, which he could not say no to.
By the time you got back to the table Jack was grinning like a mad man, you smiled and sat back down in front of Jack with a questioning look. “Why you looking at me like that?”
“Time to get our free dessert.” Jack whispered before getting down on one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth in fake surprise, as people around the restaurant gasped.
Jack smiled widely looking directly into your eyes, “Y/N Y/L/N, you are my love of life and I couldn’t think of anyone else to spend it with. Will you marry me?”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded your head, holding your left hand out so he can slide the ring on your finger. Jack stood up and kissed you lovingly as the restaurant clapped and cheered for you both. As Jack broke away from the kiss he whispered against your lips, “When I propose for real, it will be ten times better than this.”
Laughing you pulled back smiling at the couples and families in the restaurant as Jack thanked them all sitting back down. The waiters came towards your table congratulating you and handed you a bottle of champagne and gave you some dessert with “Congratulations” on the plates.
As you were eating Jack looked up towards you with that cheeky smile on his face, “I told you it would work.”
You smiled at him, “I’m glad we did this, I need this. Thank you.”
“Why don’t I go pay and me and you will take this bottle of champagne home and have a night in bed?” Jack smirked at the blush raising on your cheeks while he got up to the bar to pay.
When you and Jack walked into his apartment you both didn’t expect to be tackled onto the fall by the older Maynard screaming at the two of you. “You’re engaged! I’ve been waiting for this moment since you started going out two years ago!”
“Conor!” Jack shouted pushing his brother onto the floor getting up himself, then helping you up.
“We aren’t engaged.” You laughed at the look of his face.
“Um, yes you are. The video of Jack proposing is all over twitter and Instagram, some fan caught you.”
You and Jack laughed to yourselves as you walked into his living room. “It was fake Con, we did it to get free dessert and to have fun.”
“You proposed to get free dessert? Are you fucking stupid? Why not say it was your birthday?” Conor asked leaning against the door.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack asked smirking as he threw himself on the sofa, turning his head towards you, “Looks like I’m going to have to explain we aren’t actually engaged.”
You nodded, taking off your heels walking into his kitchen to get glasses. “We should wait till your next video, keep them guessing.”
Conor shook his head in disbelief at the two of you while Jack pointed at you, “This is why she’s my girlfriend.”
“Whatever.” Conor sighed making his way to the door, “Your both fucking crazy and when you propose for real, don’t expect me to excited for you guys.”
You and Jack heard the door slam before giggling to each other. That night you and Jack spent the time in bed watching films but mostly you spent your time talking about the future and you will always remember the words Jack spoke to you that night.
“When I propose, I will be damn if royalty isn’t the theme.”
Jack kept to his promise and Conor failed his. It was two years later and Conor was playing a music gig down on Brighton beach, he was in the middle of singing royalty. When he noticed you and Jack down the back of the beach, Jack on one knee and you screaming the word yes over and over again. He stopped singing for a moment too lost in what was happening before it all clicked, he started screaming and jumping on the stage like a fangirl but he swears he never cried.