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anonymous asked:

i'm in need of some 2D angst pleeease

(I hope this was okay!)

~ It had been almost a year since the accident. Your house can caught on fire in the middle of the night while you were asleep. You were woken up by the smell of smoke and you remember the panic slowly swimming through your bloodstream. You started coughing and looked around for a way out. You ran to your bedroom door and tried to grab your doorknob but it was blistering hot. “Damn it!” You held your hand and looked around. Your worst nightmare was coming true. You started to cry as you desperately tried to find another way out. You looked around and saw your window. It was the only way out.

~ You grabbing your cell phone and dialed 911 as you crawled onto the roof. “Please send the fire department! My house is on fire! I live at 3303 Saluda Road! Please, please hurry! I’m stuck on the roof because there was no other way out!” You were sobbing into the phone. “Okay, calm down. We’ve got some firetrucks on the way.” Said the operator. “Thank you!” You held onto the edge of the roof for your life. When the fire trucks showed up, they immediately got to work on getting the ladder so they could get you off the roof. Just as they started to climb, the roof collapsed. You fell into the fire and you knew that the end had come.

~ They were able to put out the fire and recover your body. They took you back to the coroner’s to determine cause of death, even though it was bluntly obvious. After, the report had been written and your body had been prepped for the burial, 2D was finally able to see you. He had cried for days. His life was crumbling around him and most nights were full of drinking. He tried to kill himself several times but luckily the band was able to stop him before he did anything too bad. 2D didn’t want to go on living anymore.

~ He sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He had just visited your grave again. He visits every single day, he always lays new flowers down when the old ones die. Sometimes he brings his keyboard out there to sing new songs to you or to play some of your favorite songs. He lets you know how much he misses you and how he’s struggling to move on. He started seeing you in crowds, hearing your voice at night, and feeling you hold him in his sleep. 2D often tried to sleep next to your grave but he was often shooed away by the owners of the graveyard.

~ He spent all his time in his room. He’s either drinking, high, or writing about you. 2D looks at old pictures of you two together and sobs until he falls asleep on his floor. He’s started “talking” to you. 2D imagines you there, sitting with him, and he’ll tell you his new ideas for a song about you and sometimes he thinks he hears you talk back. He laughs at the jokes he hears you say. He kisses you goodnight and he makes you breakfast in the morning.

~ The band members started to worry about him. His health was going down the drain and fast. He stopped eating, he would only drink alcohol. He took so many more painkillers than usual. But when he started talking to himself, they knew they had to take some action. Noodle walked into his room and told him that they needed him to come to the store with them. He refused so Noodle dragged him out. “You need to get out of the house, 2D. We all miss her but this isn’t how she’d want you to live on.” 2D collapsed and Noodle picked him up and threw his arm around her shoulders to carry him to the car. The rest of the band was waiting in the Geep.

~ Noodle buckled in 2D and kissed his cheek. “This is for your own good…” Then Murdoc drove off. They had a silent car ride, Noodle shed some tears on the way. Murdoc was gripping the wheel tighter than he ever had before. Russel was just staring at the floor. Once they had reached their destination, Noodle spoke, “He’ll be okay. He’ll get help here.” She said with tears rolling down her face. Murdoc just nodded before unbuckling 2D and placing him in a wheelchair one of the nurses rolled out. As they all said their goodbyes, they got in the car again and drove off. They passed a sign that read, “Essex Mental Hospital”.

Astro Reaction: to you falling asleep in the car in their company

MJ (Myungjun) :

Originally posted by eatbin

He would notice you falling asleep immediately and would smile as you gently rested your head on his shoulder. Throughout the entire car ride you two had been chatting endlessly, making jokes, smiling and laughing. Hence he would immediately notice you quietening down as your inputs to the conversation gradually decreased. He would not wake you up at all, once you arrived at your destination, opting to carry you and settle you down wherever it may be.

Jinjin (Jinwoo) :

Originally posted by dream-astro

He wouldn’t notice immediately as you two never had short or random conversations in cars together. If any statements were made they were meaningful and the conversations long. So when he made such a statement asking for advice and you didn’t reply he’d be worried. He’d turn to find your head resting on the window, your mouth wide open. Chuckling a little he’d carefully and slowly move your head so that instead it rested on his shoulder, hoping it was more comfortable.

 

Eunwoo (Dongmin) :

Originally posted by moobinthighs

He’d notice before you noticed. As he would take note of the all the small habits you always did whenever you were tired. You would rub your hand together to distract yourself or you would blink at an abnormal rate. As soon as he saw the actions piling up, he’d have a pillow and blanket ready; as well as heat packs if the weather was cold. If anyone was around you they’d find it amusing or weird, but you neither of the two of you cared. This caring nature of his always made you smile.

 

Moonbin:

Originally posted by jinyoungtaes

He wouldn’t notice until you had made it bluntly obvious you were trying to stay awake. He was used to the loudness of the car with all the people inside so he was used to zoning out of all the voices. However he would always take quick glances at you to make sure you were okay. That’s when he would notice your cute actions. When you thought nobody was looking you would shut your eyes for a few seconds before springing them open. Your few seconds of rest technique amused him. He would immediately tell you to rest, a smile on his lips at your adorable actions.

Rocky (Minhyuk) :

Originally posted by hwxngmingi

He would have noticed just before you fell asleep. He was used to late night dance practices and as a result was familiar with feelings of exhaustion. What he’d most take note of though was your eyes closing slowly before you quickly opened them. The contrast of the movements amusing him a little. Eventually he would tell you to just rest, placing you head on his shoulder or asking someone for a pillow so that you could relax and sleep.

 

Sanha:

Originally posted by wooziken

Immersed in conversation he would feel you resting his head on his shoulder but not take full notice allowing you to do what you pleased. He’d hold your hand squeezing it now and then as a small reminder that he had not forgotten about you. It wasn’t until he felt your breaths on his neck, tickling him that he noticed that you were asleep. He’d smile thinking you were adorable immediately taking pictures before joining you; resting his head on top of yours.  Thankful because in reality he was a little tired too.

i love how alex used to get all shy when talking about his lyrics especially about my propeller “it’s about a descent” and “i would never be so salacious” and now he’s like this song is about shagging in the woods next question

katchyalater  asked:

14, 50, or 58! Any pairing :)

i went with 50 (the idiot jar one) and tweaked it just a bit

ao3!

See, the jar thing was an accident. Really, it was.

It starts off because he inadvisably becomes roommates with Clarke. Which was also an accident. It’s not his fault that their leases were up around the same time, and okay, maybe he could have looked into other places, but it’s easier to split rent and utilities with another person, plus she works just a few blocks away from his school so it just made sense, okay?

(At least, that’s what he word vomited to Octavia when she tried to pry.

“Just admit that you want to move in with your crush and save yourself the hassle,” she says with a dramatic roll of her eyes and Bellamy doesn’t pout, but comes startlingly close to it.)

So that’s how he moves in with Clarke Griffin.

And finds out that she’s an absolutely terrible roommate. Not to mention adult.

Which lead to the jar.

“I’m starting an idiot jar,” he tells her when she stumbles into the kitchen one morning, still squinting at everything suspiciously. He has to bite back a grin before he waves the empty milk carton in front of her face.

“What the fuck,” she says, reeling back a little.

“Every time you do something stupid- like leave your shoes in the middle of the hallway or forget to throw out an empty carton from the fridge- you have to put a dollar in the jar,” he continues, cutting the top off the carton, already having washed it out. Bellamy slaps it down on the kitchen table and slides it across to her. “Pay up.”

Clarke just blinks owlishly at him. “Okay, one, that isn’t a jar. And two, don’t you think ‘complete adult failure why does she even try’ would be more apt?”

“Maybe, but you do a lot of other idiotic things besides fail at being adult.”

“Gee thanks Bellamy. Really feeling the love.”

“Good to know. Now eat your eggs. You need to eat something other than poptarts in the morning.”

Shovelling a mouthful of eggs into her mouth, Clarke points her fork at him and says, “If you’re gonna start and idiot jar, I’m gonna start a grump jar.”

Bellamy scoffs, throwing a dish towel over his shoulder. “You can’t just steal my idea, Clarke.”

“Shut up it’s not stealing it’s- it’s a game. Whoever gets more money from the other by Christmas wins.”

“Wins what?” he finds himself asking, grudgingly intrigued.

“All the money from both jars,” she says, “Every time you complain, or act like an eighty year old grandpa, you put a dollar in my jar.”

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anonymous asked:

sasori is born in the same gen as sakura au

*whispers* thank you anon

Hmmm gonna say this starts not too long after Sakura begins training with Tsunade (so no Sasuke and Naruto for the time being). Reminder that Komushi was that filler character in that episode where Sasori is like, 12, and they were friends.

1. Sakura and Sasori first encounter each other in Konoha. Chiyo was on a diplomatic mission to Konoha and decided very reluctantly to bring Sasori with her, at Komushi’s request, who said very bluntly how obvious it was that she was avoiding her grandson. Well, Chiyo was seeing that her method to introduce Sasori into puppetry and ninjutsu as a form of distraction from the loss of his parents wasn’t working, and as much as she didn’t want to coddle the boy either (there was too much guilt there to even try to reach out to him), she figured teaching the boy a thing or two about diplomacy couldn’t hurt. His social skills were abysmal.

Chiyo and Sasori arrived in Tsunade’s office at Hokage tower, and they both noticed the young girl in the corner of the office at her own smaller desk right away, mostly because of the pink hair. She was diligently studying a scroll of some sort, and only looked up when they first entered the room for the briefest of moments, offering a small smile before returning to her work. Sasori noted the hair color with bemusement, but thought little else of it, while Sakura was too worried about cramming her head full of common poison ingredients to give the two new comers a second thought.

2. During his stay in Konoha, Tsunade entrusted Sakura in showing Sasori around while she discussed business with Chiyo. Thinking nothing of it, Sakura happily agreed and showed up at the diplomat’s suite bright and early. She must have waited a solid 5 seconds after knocking before the door opened just a crack, revealing a boy who looked as if her sudden appearance was the most offensive thing in the world. His disposition alarmed her for only a moment before the boys expression was schooled into a blank mask, and his chilly ‘What?’ refused to deter her. Sakura shook it off and held out a hand, introducing herself with her most winning smile (it worked on Sasuke of all people, so she wasn’t too worried) and an explanation as to why she was there.

Sasori promptly shut the door in her face. 

3. Sakura eventually won over Sasori… well, he didn’t outright ignore her when she tried to talk to him, so she chalked that up as a win. She just kept trying and trying, talking about the weather and some facts about konoha at first, but those types of useless things didn’t work on Sasori. It wasn’t until she started to talk a bit about herself that he showed a modicum of interest. Once she revealed that she was studying poisons, he finally began to look at her as something more than just a bug. He knew a whole lot about the subject too, much more than she did, but it only made her determined to learn enough to be better than him. He didn’t show it outright (he was more expressionless than Kakashi-sensei, and he wore a mask for gods sake), but there was just this air of arrogance about him that Sakura had the deepest desire to squash. 

Eventually this desire turned into enjoyment, because even though it was something like pulling teeth to get Sasori to even talk, once he talked about something he clearly enjoyed, it was hard to take her eyes off of him. Deep down there was a burning passion for his craft (puppets as well as poison, oddly, but Sakura herself had her own fascination with the human body, so she couldn’t really judge), and even the doll-like features of his face couldn’t hide it from her. 

On the flip side of things, Sasori found the pink haired girl very odd. But not boring and unworthy of his time like most other people. Her voice was soft too, (when she wasn’t being a harpy and yelling at him at least) and it did something to him that always made him feel a littler warmer than he ought to be. She was a bit of a pain that way.

4. Sasori and Chiyo, as well as the rest of the Suna nin that accompanied them, left a month after their arrival. Before that, Sakura saw them off at the gate, hands clasped behind her back as she exchanged some pleasant good-byes with Chiyo. 

Wisely, Chiyo went ahead with the other Suna nin to give Sasori time to say bye to Sakura when others weren’t around. Strangely, he seemed almost fond of the young kunoichi from Konoha. He certainly never dismissed her presence like he would with most people; even his friend Komushi couldn’t get him to talk as much as he did with Sakura. It was only a shame she didn’t live in Suna, because she clearly got to sasori in ways no one else was able to. 

Sasori, instead of saying good bye like a normal person would, mentioned offhandedly that he expected to be able to discuss poisons more in depth with her next time they meant. She was good, he said, but not as good as he was. Sakura fumed, as per usual when their exchanges took this turn, and told him promptly that by the time they met again, she’d be able to find an antidote to every poison he could concoct. It seemed big talk, and just talk was pointless in Sasori’s opinion, but she WAS good, and only studied the subject a short of amount of time so far. He would be interested to see how much she would undoubtedly improve. He told her this outright, not thinking much of it and only mildly curious as to why her cheeks turned red. 

Well, she said, tucking a strand of pink hair behind an ear, you should probably catch up with your grandma.

It was at this point that Chiyo looked back, wondering why it was taking so long for her grandson to catch up. She as a good distance away from the Konoha gates, but not so far away that she couldn’t see Sakura give Sasori a light kiss on the cheek. 

It goes without saying that she was too stunned to even speak to Sasori after he caught up with her for the first few minutes of their travel home together, though she did take sneaky glances at him every now and then. She didn’t think she ever saw her grandson look so much like a 12 year old boy until that moment. 

(THIS ONE WAS REALLY LONG WOW)

5. Sasori and Sakura exchanged letters from time to time. They next saw each other when they were 15 and Sakura was sent there to help cure the Kazekage’s brother, who has been inflicted with a poison that no one seemed to be able to cure. And she did it flawlessly, and as annoyed as Sasori was, he wasn’t surprised, and even a little glad he hadn’t wasted his time continuing to talk to this woman who was clearly a powerhouse in the making. He only had time for those who had value in some way or another. 

When the Kazekage’s brother was out of the danger zone, Sasori lead Sakura to where she would be staying the night. Before she went inside, she made it a point to invade his personal space as she always did by hugging him around the waist, not too tight but firm enough to be real

He didn’t hug her back, but he did press his nose into her hair and closed his eyes, enjoying the sense of peace he rarely even got to feel anymore.

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this has the potential for so much more though. why just 5 headcanons though??

Malia- Promise Me

Request- Could you do an imagine with Malia X female human reader. We’re she accidentally hurts the reader and feels really bad and become protective. Thank you. Your blog is awesome.

A/N- Thank you hun! So speaking of Theo, it looks like he’s coming back. While I’d rather have some other characters back *cough cough* Kira *cough cough*, it’ll be interesting to see how they justify that. I’m really hoping season 6 just brings everything full circle. 

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” Malia told you as you followed Theo down the dark, musty tunnel.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you alone with him,” you said, watching his back carefully as his sneakers squelched on the wet floor.
“You do realize I’m right in front of you, don’t you?” Theo asked, his smooth voice echoing back into the tunnel.
“Yes,” you stated bluntly, the irritation obvious in your voice.
“Could you just pretend to trust me for like, five minutes?” he questioned. “I’m trying to help.”
“Yeah, but at what price?” you muttered to Malia.
“I need to find the my mom,” Malia stated. “She has Deaton, Y/n. If Scott finds out that it’s my fault she has him, he’ll hate me forever. If that happens, I might as well join Theo.”
“Again,” the chimera called back. “Right in front of you.”
You reached out to grab her hand, giving her one reassuring squeeze as the tunnels began to open up into a wide room. “I’d never let that happen. We’ll find her and we’ll find Deaton.”
It was only an hour ago that Theo had agreed to take you to the Dread Doctor’s lab and explain how they had found you all, or more specifically the supernatural creatures of the pack. It all had something to do with their geolocation and heat signatures, but apparently whatever they had used would lead you to the Desert Wolf as well.
You eyed Malia as you stepped into the lab, a little unsettled by all the sharp, bloodied tools and instruments lining the metal tables. There was long chair in the center of the room, complete with straps to hold someone down. The walls were coated with dried, dark stains that you had no intention of asking about. No matter how troubling they were, you just didn’t want to know.
“Scared?” Theo asked with a smirk.
“And you aren’t?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Oh wait, I forgot. You’re a science project, so this must feel like home to you.”
Theo’s eyes narrowed, but Malia stepped in front of you. “Stop it. Theo, you said you wanted to help, so help. How can I find my mother?”
Theo eyed you carefully, bitterly, like he wanted to say something more. But then the tension in his shoulders disappeared and he walked over to one of the cluttered metal tables. You watched as he picked up a pair of what looked like metal goggles, rusty and worn from years of use.
“This is how they found all of you,” Theo explained. “If you put them on, you can look for the Desert Wolf.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” you said as Malia began to reach for them. “These were made by the Dread Doctors? How do we know they won’t kill you if you put them on?”
“I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” Theo told you with raised eyebrows. “It’s a good thing you’re not putting them on, Y/n.”
“Malia, come on,” you begged. “You can’t trust him.”
“He’s gotten us this far,” Malia told you. “Y/n, there’s no other way.”
“There has to be,” you said softly.
“Not this time, sweetheart,” Theo told you with a smirk. “Go ahead, put them on.”
Malia sighed, looking down at the goggles in her hands. She slowly began to raise them, but Theo spoke up again.
“Oh yeah, you might wanna tie her down first,” he informed you.
“What?” you asked, looking over at Malia in shock. “Of course not.”
Theo shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Malia swallowed and raised the goggles onto her head. She pulled them down over her eyes, expecting to see something right away. Instead, she suddenly felt a searing pain in her eye sockets, causing her to scream out. She doubled over in pain, and you cried out “Malia!”
Theo grabbed your arm as you darted forward, yanking you back toward him. “What are you doing?! Get off of me!”
“I’m trying to help you!” Theo snarled.
“Let me go,” you spat, wrenching your arm from his grasp.
He huffed and stepped back as you darted over to Malia, crying out her name.
“Malia,” you said, reaching out to place your hand on her shoulder.
She suddenly reached up, grasping your arm tightly. You gasped as her claws sank into your skin, going deep enough to draw blood.
“Malia,” you choked. “What are you-Malia!”
She suddenly straightened up with a gasp, releasing your arm and stumbling backward. “I see her! I know where she is!”
You brought a hand to your arm, covering the sticky surface of your skin. Blood was still dripping from the cuts, but you were just relieved Malia had found her mother. Now that was one less thing you would have to worry about.
“I did it!” she cried breathlessly as she tore off the goggles, blood still dripping from her eyes. “I-Y/n?”
The joyful light faded from her eyes as she caught sight of you, standing there with blood dripping from your arm. The metallic stench of it filled her nose and she looked down at her own hands, which were covered in the same dark substance.
“Oh god,” she whispered, hurrying over to you. “I did that to you.”
“It’s fine,” you assured her. “I didn’t listen to Theo. I should have stayed back.”
“It’s not fine,” she said softly, walking forward to examine your arm. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ll find something to wrap it with.”
She walked over to a few of the metal cabinets, rifling through them in an effort to find something to wrap your arm. The clearing of a throat beside you caused you to look over, and you found that Theo was standing next to you, a roll of gauze in his hands. He nodded down to your arm and you realized you hadn’t even seen him disappear from the room.
“You should have listened to me,” he told you as you reluctantly held out your arm. “Maybe you don’t trust me, but-”
“Get away from her!” Malia snarled, practically shoving him to the side as she took his place.
She glared at Theo, her eyes flashing blue. He might have been trying to help and he had, but Malia still hadn’t forgotten that he had tried to kill both of you at one point. She didn’t want Theo anywhere near you while you were hurt, even if it was just a few scratches.
Theo rolled his eyes, but handed her the gauze anyway, stepping aside and crossing his arms over his chest. He knew better than to get in the way of a territorial coyote.
“I was trying to help,” he said stiffly.
Malia ignored him as she tenderly wrapped your arm in the gauze, gently tying it off. When she was finished, she pulled you against her without warning, wrapping her arms around you and just holding you there.
“Malia,” you said into her chest, just slightly confused. “It was only a few scratches.”
But deep down, you knew this was about more than her scratching you. You knew that she was about to go off and lay her life on the line against her mother, who wanted nothing more than her head on a platter. Finding the Desert Wolf meant Malia was forced to take action and she didn’t want to lose you in the middle of it.
“Promise me you’ll stay home tonight,” she whispered.
“Malia, no-”
“Promise me,” she ordered. “Y/n, please. Just do it, okay? You can’t get caught up in this.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay home.”
“Thank you,” she told you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
You reached up, running your thumb across her bloodied cheek. “I think I do.”
“Thank you,” Malia told Theo as she released you, eyeing him carefully like she hadn’t wanted to say it.
“Of course,” Theo said. “I know what you guys think of me, but I’m not a total bad guy.”
Prove it, you wanted to say, but you knew there was nothing Theo could do to make you trust him ever again. He may have helped you this once, but you knew he hadn’t just transformed into a whole new person. While you wanted to believe he was the guy who could achieve redemption, you were sure that Theo had ulterior motives.
While that was troubling, you figured you didn’t have time to worry, and you put thoughts of Theo’s betrayal out of your mind and turned back to Malia.
“Come on,” you said, eyeing the blood on her face and reaching for her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

glowstickia  asked:

*coughs* bullymagnet *coughs* COFFEE SHOP AU

“Uh…” 

Max stared awkwardly over the counter. RJ gave him a brief, disinterested glance before going back to what they’d been doing before Max had walked in. Max was in here enough that RJ knew this sudden change would take some time to register. They knew, of course, who Max was expecting to see across the counter. Honestly, RJ wished that person was here too, but figured, hey, maybe this could work out in their favor?

“Are you going to order?” RJ finally asked after several seconds of intense silence. They watched as Max jumped and began to fumble for something to say.

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Okay, but I have found that I have some serious pet peeves while working the register, like…

  • Not using the pen on the credit card machine despite the fact that it says right on the screen “please use pen” and getting mad when it doesn’t work.
  • Quickly giving me their phone number to look up their card when it is bluntly obvious I am not ready/I’m in the middle of something else.
  • Pounding the machine really hard and repetitively with the pen and/or finger.
  • Me asking for their rewards card so they can get the sale price while they fight me on the price being wrong and not giving me the card.
  • Forcing the exit door open despite the fact that it says “do not enter”
  • LITERALLY NO ONE USES THE DAMN PEN. EVER.
  • Not putting the product number on bulk tags even though it says, on the bulk bins, to write down the number then attempting to give me the “price” instead. That literally does not help me.
  • Adjusting scan gun to scan their cards and they keep moving the card with me like just sTAY STILL.
  • WHY ARE YOU LETTING YOUR KID TOUCH EVERYTHING, NOW IT’S BROKEN, GOOD JOB.
  • While answering calls, people asking for the manager, only for me to redirect them and they ask them a stock related question. That’s why we have stock boys, people.
  • Ma’am, as you can see I am literally the only cashier here, I can not leave the front, I’m sorry you have to wait like 30 seconds for me to call a stock boy but chill.
  • HOLY. SHIT. USE. THE. PEN. IT. WON’T. BITE. YOU.
Teens and Kids

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1080

Summary: the Reader meets Claire Novak, and teaches the girl something special, helping her realize her specific feelings about Dean and his past.

Part 27 in Reincarnation Series. Part 1 here, Part 26 here.

Here we go! I was nervous for this part, because as I was writing it I wasn’t sure how I wanted to write it. But it just came out on its own! :) So, hope you all enjoy! Get ready for some more soon. ;)

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It Only Takes One Time (Part 9)

Hey guys! Can I just say thank you so much for 600 followers??? That’s so crazy!! Thank you guys so much for this growing support! I adore all of you <3

Part 8

Warnings: Swearing, lil’ bit of fluff in the beginning

 

My kiss with Dan felt like it lasted ages. Maybe it did, all I really remember was falling asleep after we finished.

 I was still confused as to why it happened, but no part of me was complaining. Kissing him felt like I’d just won the lottery. Even though it was only just kissing I felt like it was way more. He and I grew some type of deeper connection and it was amazing to go to sleep with that butterflies flying around in my stomach.

I was the first to wake up. He’d slept in his jeans and I found that cute. We were so lost in each other that he hadn’t bothered once to get up. His sleeping face was the most satisfying part about him. Lately he’d just looked so drained and the bags under his eyes were horribly noticeable. Before filming a video he would dab on concealer and drink some coffee or something. Marie probably tired him out with all of her drama. Okay, maybe now was the wrong time to think about Marie. She didn’t need to ruin my moment with Dan. I didn’t know if this was the only time he and I would ever be this close ever again, but I was surely going to savour it.

 A smile drew across my lips as his body moved closer to mine. It felt natural being so incredibly cuddled up to him especially since my baby bump was perfectly in between us. Hell, this is how it started huh? Kind of drunk unprotected sex and now here we were. Post make out session after a fight that led to him finding out that our baby was a boy.

 I reached out my hand and slowly brushed Dan’s curly hair out of his eyes.  He was so beautiful and it took my breath away. A part of me felt scared though. Being so overwhelmed with feelings and wanting to explore them sounded amazing but then the unsettling thought of reality would come crawling in and ruin all of that. Marie. Catherine. Jesus, Dan was a problem in himself. A part of me knew that he was still confused on having the baby no matter what he said. A baby was a baby. I didn’t blame him but his honesty was all that mattered to me at a time like this.

“Morning,” Dan mumbled, slowly opening his eyes. His signature little side smirk was on his lips and that really made me want to kiss him. I could still feel his lips on mine and it was oh so good. His lips were so soft and so luscious and ugh I could just gush about it all day.

 “How’d you sleep?” I whispered, still staring at him. Once his eyes were fully awake and adjusted, he turned his body so that we were facing each other head on.

 “I slept good. Best I have in a while, actually…” He trailed off, almost as if he were embarrassed. How cute. He was so cute.”What about you and our little man in here?” He placed a hand over my very prominent belly and leaned over to kiss my forehead.

 “We slept great as well,” I smiled. “He knows that he’s by his dad so for one night he wasn’t kicking at every waking moment,” Dan’s eyes sort of widened and then he cocked up an eyebrow.

 “I-I didn’t know he was kicking so often. You could wake me up sometimes if you wanted to,” He offered. However, he and I both knew that if I tried to get his attention, Marie would more than likely be staying over. And, when she stayed over, there was no getting to him. Instead of replying, I gradually moved my head closer to his… And he moved his closer to mine. Almost as if on cue though, just before our lips touched, the door opened.

 “Y/N, have you seen D-oh,” Phil had just walked in and seen our almost second time make out session. “S-sorry to interrupt… Marie is just in the living room and she’s getting really annoyed…” Phil awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. Dan grunted and stood up.

 “Shit, okay, I’m going.” Dan huffed. He just got up, stretched and walked out without even taking a second glance at me. Phil still stood in the doorway, bumping shoulders with Dan as he walked out. I knew Phil wanted answers, and I knew Dan wouldn’t be the one to tell him much.

“Phil, don’t look at me like that,” I groaned and hid under the duvet. His eyes were sort of in a very disappointed state and I hated when he had that look on his face. Usually, he only looked at Dan that way. When he’d looked at me like that it made me feel awful. Actually, Dan going to see the girlfriend that is actually so awful to him and not even looking at me bummed me out.

 “What happened, Y/N? I know you aren’t obligated to say anything but honestly, you two are so fucking confusing and it’s getting hard to keep up.” I felt Phil sit at the edge of the bed. When I didn’t answer, he just sighed loudly. “If I’m bothering you, sorry. I just thought that by now you and I would be close enough for you to tell me these things.”

 “Ugh, Phil,” I took a deep breath. “I hate you for making me feel bad.”

“I just want to help you,” Phil shrugged, placing his hand on my knee that was under the blanket. He gave it a squeeze as I unveiled myself from underneath my blanket.

 “Okay. Last night I heard you guys fighting so after you left I was a mess and walked in to confront Dan about what he said about not wanting to be a parent and I was a mess so I threw a picture from my ultrasound,” I reached and grabbed the envelope with the ultrasound and gave it to Phil before continuing. He carefully opened it. “So then he found out that it was a boy and came upstairs and held me as I cried, then we kissed and fell asleep and only just woke up as you witnessed a second ago,”

“So… You guys are happy it’s a boy and you’re dating now…?” Phil asked, looking at the picture with a puzzled expression. If anybody was going to make me feel better about everything, it was Phil. Even if it meant getting deep with him.

 “No. From what it looks like, he’s still so into Marie. But I won’t lie, I really, really, really want it to be like that. I’m so in like with him that it’s driving me insane and it’s like everything bad just keeps dragging out and everything good only lasts a second.” I ran my hands down my face and felt like a weight had been taken off my chest. I was dying to admit my feelings about Dan out loud.

 Once I was able to, I sat up just to have Phil pull me into a hug. Not going to lie, I needed the friendly support. I felt so lost without Catherine’s guidance and without having a best friend to get through this pregnancy, I felt like a loser.

 “I know, Dan. Trust me. He and Marie won’t last. At one point he’s going to get the wake up call he needs and it’ll be history.” Phil whispered. His words put me at ease and it was moments like this that really made me wish I’d fallen for him instead of Dan.

 “How do you know, though?” I always had to reply with a question. To be fair, questions were all I had left since nothing was fucking clear anymore.

 “Because of the way he looks and talks about you…” Phil whispered. It felt like my heart was smiling. When Phil let me go, we decided to go downstairs. We’d just made it into the hallway when we heard the door slam.

 “Shit,” Dan’s voice said, exasperated  from the lounge. I walked in and sighed. Marie had left, and pretty angry, too.

 “What just happened?” I raised an eyebrow and placed my hand upon my stomach. Dan turned his head to look at me and shrugged.

“She’s mad at me. Really mad.” He stated simply.

“Why though?” Dan was annoyed and it was bluntly obvious.

“Because I want to take you to meet my family instead of taking her.”

Remus Lupin x Reader

Requested? Yes.
Warnings: eh nonE.

How exactly were you the only Marauder that was a girl? Who knows, it just sort of happened. Maybe because you were such good friends with Remus and everything that you were smart to go out of your comfort zone and ended up finding out about his turning every month. That, and you may or may not have decided to learn Animagus stuff and didn’t even realize his friends were also in on it and always went out with Remus. Soon, so did you.

Like any other day, you five were causing trouble around the court yards. And by you five, I meant James and Sirius especially. Peter was off, well, you had no clue where that boy was, and then there was Remus who had his nose in a book. Surprising? I think not.

“Hey, (y/n), how about we go and prank greasy hair boy?” Sirius smirked your way, motioning to Severus Snape at ten o'clock. You heard a sigh and a book close from behind you, and heard Remus as he spoke, “haven’t you both gave him enough already?”

Little did you know, the both of them were glaring at each other because in all reality, they both wanted to spend individual alone time with you.

If it has not been a bit obvious, which it probably hasn’t, they both liked you a lot.

“Oh, I think I’ll go walk around with Sirius real quick, I have uh, forgot something at the library,” you said, giving Remus a quick smile before walking off with Sirius, not seeing the small frown on Remus’s face as you walked away.

Sirius threw his arm around you and pulled you against his side, “so, what is it, my dearest? I know you did not leave anything in that library.”

"Look at you, smarty pants,” you laughed a little and then shrugged, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Can I ask you something?” You continued, not really giving him an option. Of course you could ask him anything.

“Does…does Remus like me?” You softly whispered, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you avoided his gaze.

And thank god you did. Sirius didn’t know what to say. Of course, he could lie, but what good would that do? When Remus was his best friend, too? He wouldn’t do that to him, not at all. Even if he slightly wanted to, he wanted you happy, and Remus happy.

“…Yes…,” he mumbled, forcing half a smile at you as you nodded, excusing yourself to go talk to him because really, you could not wait.

“Remus!” You yelled, spotting him sat where you left him, snatching the book out of his hands which caused him to stand up. “Hey I was—”

"You like me,” you bluntly stated the obvious, and poor little bean Remus blushed so hard. “Look, (y/n), I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to make you feel awkward or—”

You laughed, giving him a weird face as if he, Remus, just made the most stupid comment ever. “Remus, silly, stop talking and let me finish, so that I can gladly tell you that I do like you, too. A lot.”

Remus, firstly thought of this as a joke, some prank. He knew that Sirius knew that he liked you, and that Sirius knew that he knew that he liked you, too.

“Well, would you…like some chocolate?” He awkwardly asked, rubbing the back of his neck, chickened out to ask you on a date, no matter that you said you liked him also.

"Remus, if you were wanting to ask me on a date…well, sweetie, I can tell by your face…., of course I’ll go on a date with you,” you laughed, giving him a reassuringly smile.

OK TBH I REALLY WAS BRAIN DEAD FOR THIS ONE, WHICH IS WHY IT IS HORRIBLE, BUT ON MY DEFENSE I REALLY DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT EITHER.

People in this fandom are so anti-Black towards Rhodey, Sam, Nick, Trip, and Mack that they aren’t even aware it’s happening because they pay so little attention to them. 

I’m like 85% sure that Alya knows who Ladybug is. I would say 99% but… given that this show doesn’t really do tightly-knitted plotting and foreshadowing and things are more bluntly obvious… I know it’s really unlikely, so this is more of a head canon thing.

Why? 2 things I noticed in recent episodes I watched. In Animan, Alya is able to hear everything Marinette says due to the the earpiece she’s wearing, yet doesn’t react at all when Marinette starts talking to Tikki.

Secondly, I can’t remember which episode this was, but Marinette is on the phone talking to Alya when she sees there’s an akuma attack underway. So she is suddenly like “Gotta go, bye!” and Alya responds with “Good luck!”. It’s a weird thing to say in that situation, unless she knew why Marinette was dashing off. 

Of course, she’s doing the good best friend thing and pretending not to know but being supportive. Because that’s the good way to react to finding out your best friend is a super hero.

I’m going to go back through the episodes and note down the evidence in each and see if I can’t pinpoint where she works it out. (Totally not an excuse to do a rewatch of the series.)