do you see how they stare at each other

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#you can literally see the moment they notice  each other #they stop whatever they’re doing #they froze still #the world just stops for both of them #and you can see the happiness on their faces when they realize they’re staring at the love of their lives #it just hits them how far they’ve come #how lucky they are to have each other #you see the realization hitting them #they’re together now #and they’ll always will be #they made it #I’m bursting into tears as I see them realize they’ll have an entire lifetime to prove the other how much they love them #this scene is everything

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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  • *ship AB (m|m and/or f|f ship) has a huge amount of moments, a strong bond, a lot of development, has romantic subtext, will literally die/kill for each other. Intense eye stares 24/7, and is constantly played with from the writers*
  • Certain people: Ugh. Why do you guys have to make everything thing gay? Person A and B are not gay. They dont even like each other that way! It's so forced!
  • *Person A and C (male/female ship) just met a few seconds ago and smile out of being nice*
  • Same people: OMFG!!! DID I YOU SEE THAT? THEY ARE SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER! OTP!!!!! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE IT?? THEY SO HAVE THE HOTS FOR EACH OTHER!FCUK!! THEY NEED TO KISS AND BE TOGETHER!!!1!11!!!!1!
The Winchesters watching Sherlock
  • *Scene with gay subtext*
  • Dean: Oh come on! These guys are like so in love with each other!
  • Sam: ...
  • Dean: I mean... The way they stare at each other! This isn't heterosexual! How can John not see that he's in love with Sherlock?
  • Sam: Dean...
  • Dean: I mean, there's nothing wrong about being bisexual. And there's nobody who cares for him like Sherlock does. Love isn't about genders, right? Why is he so scared of being in love with him?
  • Sam: ...
  • Sam: Do you have any idea what you are talking about?
Jealous - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Hi! Could I possibly get a Jughead imagine where he’s really close to the reader, they practically seem like they’re in a relationship. But he gets jealous when the reader gets asked out on a date by a guy she used to have a crush on and she accepts. (mainly because she had never been on an official date before and she thinks it’ll be nice.)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale


I’m sorry it’s so short but I promise it’s real sweet!!!

Y/F/C/N - Your First Crush Name

It was pointless really, to argue with Jughead. He was so stubborn, he would just roll his eyes at whatever you had said and change the subject. This very thing happened when you mentioned that Y/F/C/N had shyly asked you out on a date. You were expecting a, “Be safe and use protection,” line, but what you got was pure anger.

“Why him, Y/N, I thought you had better taste!” You felt your face flush at his words as you looked around the near-empty diner to see if anyone heard. “What’s wrong with you, Jughead,” you whispered, “I just thought it would be nice!” He cocked an eyebrow at you, staring into your face. “Nice? You’re expecting nice from Y/F/C/N?!” You almost couldn’t believe him, if it wasn’t for your strong friendship you wouldn’t have been prepared for this type of reaction. You leaned over the table, peering into his eyes, “Why do you even care?”

“Are you serious Y/N?!” His voice was in a whisper, but you could still hear the hostility. “I care because you’re, you’re my friend,” the hesitation in his voice almost broke your heart. You thought of all the times you’d hang out with Jughead; in school where you would assuredly squeeze his hand when Reggie and his friends would walk past. The numerous times you stayed over at his house, luring yourselves to sleep by talking about everything and anything. One morning, you woke up before him and saw that, during the night, you had moved closer to him and his arm was wrapped around your waist. You felt tears stinging in your eyes as you thought of it all, because at the current moment, it felt like all of those good times were in your head.

“You sure, Jughead? That didn’t sound very convincing,” You pushed away from the table and out of the booth. You walked out of the diner and didn’t look back.


As it turned out, Jughead was right. Y/F/C/N was a jerk, not even remotely nice. The date itself started out okay, but when you arrived at the restaurant, their attitude changed. They acted as if they didn’t even want to be there. Towards the end of the date, they came clean and said that they only asked you out because of a bet with their friends. “Date the freak’s counterpart, that was the deal.” After that, you just stormed out, leaving them in the dust. Now, you were walking home, through the narrow streets of Riverdale. The night sky was covered in stars, not a cloud in sight. It reminded you of the time you and Jughead snuck up on his roof and made up fake constellations.

“That one is obviously Archie’s eyebrow,” Jughead said, pointing up at the sky. You had let out a giggle, “It is!” He turned to you and smiled, staring into your eyes. It grew quiet all of the sudden and the tension built further. “I could say something really stupid right now,” Jughead whispered, his voice weak as if he were nervous. You swallowed, still staring into his blue eyes. “Then say it,” you whispered back, “your kind of stupid is my favorite.” He smiled once more, mouth opening to say something when he was interrupted by his mom yelling. “What are you two doing up there?!”

You smiled at the memory, feeling your heart sink in your chest. You needed to talk to him, if not over the phone tonight, then at school tomorrow. You turned on the small bit of sidewalk that lead up to your house and almost started to laugh. You had auto piloted to Jughead’s house. You walked up the steps of the porch to the door and before you could even knock, it opened. Jughead stood in the doorway, staring at your face. You didn’t saw a word and you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso. He placed his arms at your waist, pulling you inside and out of the cold. Neither of you said a word as you walked quietly up to his room. You shed your jacket and placed it on his chair, walking over to his bed to lay down. He carefully shut his door, trying hard not to make a sound and walked over to you. He climbed on his bed, laying on his side to face you. You just stared at each other for a while, until Jughead spoke up. “It didn’t go well?” He asked and you just smiled. “What do you think?” He brushed some hair out of your face and he could see the hurt in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”  he whispered, and you just shook your head. “I should’ve listened to you, I wasted my first date on that nincompoop.” He let out a breathy chuckle and then he face grew serious. “That was your first date?” You nodded, but he just stared at you. “That only justifies how jealous I was,” he whispered and you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Jealous?” You asked, scooting close to him. He rolled his eyes, “I mean, come on Y/N, you’re it.” You let out a fake, quiet laugh and rolled your eyes. Jughead suddenly sat up, “You don’t believe it?” You sat up alongside him and shook your head, “Whatever it is, I’m not it. It sounds like unimaginable greatness.”

“That’s what you are,” he said, trying to keep quiet, “you’re great, but the best part is…” He leaned towards you, staring into your eyes, “…you’re real.”

It grew quiet as your cheeks blushed when Jughead reached a hand up to your face. Your faces shifted closer until your foreheads rested against each other. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. “Let me take you on a real first date,” Jughead whispered and you felt your heart flutter. You opened your eyes to find his darting between your gaze and your lips. “Yes,” you whispered back, and you leaned in, brushing your lips to his. He pressed towards you, kissing you for the first time. He had been wanting to do this all along you realized, and that night on the roof was as close as he got until right now. You pulled away, a smile gracing your lips, as well as his. “You were so jealous.”

Hate That I Love You (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst and smut.
Word count: 2.3k 

Summary: “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. 
“I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. 

➸ Song: Hate That I Love You.


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Young Justice Batmom: Part 8

AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!

This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


    You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.

           Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.

           “You’re getting better.”

           You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”

           Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”

           You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”

           Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”

           You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”

           Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”

           Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.

           You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.

           The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”

           You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”

           Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”

           You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”

           Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”

           You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”

           “If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”

           You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”

           Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”

           Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”

           You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”

           You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”

           He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”

           You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”

           You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”

    You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.

    “Hi Mrs. Wayne.”

    You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”

    The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”

    You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”

    Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”

    You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”

    “Self preservation wins out.”

    You nod, “It would seem so.”

    There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”

    You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”

    “Do you have a costume?”

    Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”

    She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.

    “Y/N,” He says slowly.

    “Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.

    He tries again, “Y/N…”

    “I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”

    “Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”

    You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”

    “He knows the risk. We all do.”

    “He’s thirteen Bruce.”

    “And what could you do at thirteen?”

    “That’s a different situation.”

    “How?”

    “I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”

    Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”

    “Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”

    Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”

    “My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”

    He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”

    You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”

    Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.

    You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”

    His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”

    You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”

    The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.

    The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.

    “Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.

    You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”

    “You need a better suit.”

    “Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”

    You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”

    Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”

    Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”

    You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”

    Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”

    You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”

    He just groans.

Family Reunions Pt 2

Jason Todd x Reader

A/N:  I really hope everyone likes this.  I really tried not to make it too long, but it’s whatever. (Requests are open please send them)

Summary:  After meeting part of the Batfam, to Jason’s surprise you invite all of them to dinner.

Part 1

After breakfast, Dick got a call from work and took Tim back to the manor.  Meanwhile Jason had finally woken up to the sounds of dishes rattling and shuffling in the kitchen.  He winced as he sat up glancing at his fresh bruises and raw shoulder.  As he drug himself out of bed and down the hallway to the kitchen he noticed three unwashed coffee mugs sitting on the counter.

    “Thirsty?” He commented, suspicious.

    “Jason,” she smiled. “How’s your shoulder?  I put some medicine on it this morning, I thought I might numb some of the pain-”

    “Did we have company this morning?” Jason interrupted.

    “Oh just your brothers,” y/n mumbled.

    “What?  They followed me home?!”

    “Jason!” y/n shouted over him.  “It’s okay, I talked out some things with Dick and Tim.  They just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

    “They followed me to our home, y/n,” Jason elaborated.  “This is not okay!  I’m going to see them.”  Jason started walking to their shared room to throw on a shirt.

    “Jason, no!” she said, making a poor attempt to block the door.  Jason glanced at her; how could she be so cute?  In his shirt trying to block him from leaving when he could easily pick her up.  “Listen I know your family isn’t the most functional, but they’re all you’ve got.”

    “Y/n, I need to have conversation with them,” he sighed, “about boundaries.”

  “Then you can talk to them tonight.  I invited your brothers, Bruce, and Alfred over for dinner.”

    “You did what?!”

    “Jason, listen!” She shouted.  “They don’t know me, at all, and they very suspicious people so I need to have a good impression.  Plus, you know they’ll come back here either way, they might aswell be invited.”

    “Well you need to uninvite them or I won’t be here when they come over-”

    “Jason Peter Todd they are going to be our guests and you are going to deal with it!” Y/n yelled, storming out of the room.  Jason threw his face into his hands and groaned, well tonight should be eventful.

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    It was around six twenty when y/n came out of their room in a new dress ready to meet Jason’s whole family.  She sauntered down the hallway pleased with the sight in front of her, a spotless apartment and her gorgeous boyfriend putting the finishing touches on their dinner.  She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso as he kept their meal warm on the stove.

    “Hello, handsome,” she grinned into his back.

    “Hey, beautiful,” he smiled turning around and giving her a peck on her forehead.

    “Like what you see?” she asked.

    “I always do-”  Before Jason could finish his sentence there was a knock at the door.  “What the hell?  One of the neighbors?”

    “Don’t worry, it’s your family,” she stated.

    “How do you know?”

    “They never buzz in.”

    Y/n strolled over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Dick and Tim in the same clothes they were from this morning.

    “Hi boys,” she greeted.  “Come on in, Jason’s making dinner.”  They followed y/n into the kitchen where Jason was.

    “Hey baby bird,” Dick grinned.  “How’s the shoulder?”

    “Sore, but fine,” Jason responded, uninterested.

    “Hello, Jason,” Tim said.

    “Hey, replac-,” Jason was cut off when he noticed a hard glare coming from y/n.  “Tim.  Hello, Tim.”  Dick and Tim glanced at each other almost in shock.  He must really like y/n.

    “So where’s everyone else at?” y/n asked.

    “Oh, you know, Bruce has always been very punctual,” Dick answered.  “I bet he’ll buzz in exactly at six thirty.”  Right as Dick finished speaking someone buzzed in to come up to their appartment and low and behold Dick was right, it was six thirty.  Jason pressed the entrance button and in a few minutes there was a knock at the door.  Y/n was at the door in a matter of seconds primping herself on the way over.  Jason grinned at her, everything she did just made his heart beat a little quicker each time.

“So baby bird,” Dick started, “it looks like you’ve got a keeper.”  For first time in many years Dick heard Jason chuckle.

    “At least you’re right about something,” Jason snickered.

    Y/n opened the door and was greeted with a very tall handsome man who she knew to be Bruce Wayne, Alfred; who she’s seen pictures of; and a boy Jason calls “Demon spawn” also known as Damian Wayne.

    “Hello you must be Jason’s girlfriend-”

    “Y/n,” she interrupted.  “It’s really exciting to meet you, Mr.Wayne.  Please come in.”  

     “Please call me Bruce,” he responded.  They followed her from the doorway into the living room, which was now converted into a dining room.  Y/n ignored Damians judgmental glares while looking at her home.

      She smiled and turned toward the kitchen, “Babe; Bruce, Alfred, and Damian are here.”

As everyone got situated around the table a nice coversation erupted, curtisy of Alfred.  The conversation was steady and calm, putting y/n’s nerves to ease.  Everyone seemed to be getting along.  Even Damian tried to get involved in the conversation and occational bickering with his brothers.  Eventually the topic that everyone was wondering can up.

       “So y/n,” Dick started, “how did you and Jason meet?”

       “Oh my god,” Jason and y/n said simultaneously.

       “You tell it,” Jason smiled at her eagerness.

       "Okay so I had an exam for a course I was taking at Gotham University. I was studying like a mad man during the night-“

        "At four in the morning!”

         “Oh shush. So anyway I was studying and I was blasting Alexander Hamilton, one of my favorite musicals, when this idiot comes banging-”

        “Knocking.”

        “Banging on my door! So I open the door and he starts yelling at me about how he can hear my music all the way across the hall. So you know what I do?”

        “She shut the door in my face.”

        “And guess what he does.”

         "I started knocking again.“

        "Banging again! So I opened the door didn’t say anything and then closed it.”

        "Slammed it in my face, again.“

         "So to calm myself down I went to the kitchen and got something to eat.  So I turn around and see him sitting on my couch!”

         "Your window was unlocked that was dangerous.“

          "He just sat there!” she gaped.  “We stared at each other for like 2 minutes before he says ‘You’ve got guts here’s my number you should text me sometime when you’re free.’ And then he just left!”

         “God I’m good,” Jason smirked.

          “Why didn’t you call the police?” Tim gasped. “He broke into your apartment!”

          “Well he was right it was dangerous to leave my window unlocked,” she stated. “And I established just how dangerous it was when I found Redhood bleeding on my couch a week later.”

         “I basically forced her to date me,” Jason chuckled.  Everyone turned to Bruce who was laughing.

        “Maybe one of you boys,” he jestered to Dick and Tim, “should use that dating tactic.”

         “The second time he broke in he was weak, vunrable,” Damian stated. “This would have been the perfect time for you to have run and called the police.  Why didn’t you?”

         “Very true, but by then I had figured out who he was,” she smiled. “How are the police supposed to put someone in jail who’s already dead?”  It was safe to say the rest of dinner went smoothly and according to plan.

[GOT7 Reacts] to their s/o being flirty while doing dishes

request by junghoseokswifey Hey I was wondering if you could do a got7 reaction to their s/o coming up behind them and kissing/sucking on their neck while they wash the dishes.. :-) 

a/n Thanks for the request AND MY REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN love love love all of you :) ~JJ

Mark: He would smile as you started softly kissing his neck. But he would continue washing the dishes. But as soon as you start to suck at his skin he would put down the dishes and turn around pressing you into a deep kiss quickly saying “I guess I can do these later” You could suddenly feel him smiling against your lips “Because there’s someone I need to do right now.” He would say leading you back to your bedroom while you continued to makeout.

Jaebum: You only get one kiss on his neck before he gives up doing the dishes and turns around to kiss you back. It becomes and full on make out session as he spins you pressing your back into the counter top. Suddenly you feel him lift you up onto the counter’s surface now he is standing between your legs. He looks back at you with his sexy stare and says “You know the dishes don’t have to be the only dirty thing in the kitchen.” As he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to him for another kiss.

Jinyoung:  He would be shocked by your sudden affection but nonetheless very pleased. He would let you continue kissing his neck and jawline as he washed the dishes. You try to give him a few love bites since he stays solid in his dishwashing. Suddenly he breaks into a smile and says “You’re so cute when you do things like this.” He would turn his face towards yours to kiss you. You continue for another minute but not once does he stop cleaning. He suddenly says (while still looking at the sink). “As soon as I’m done these. It’s my turn.” 

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I won’t let that happen again - Clay Jensen x reader

Note : This imagine ain’t mine, all the credits goes to @messrmoonyimagines, she simply asked me to post it on my blog for her. 

Warnings : none except a really cute love declaration


It had been around three weeks since Clay Jensen had passed the tapes on to Mr. Porter, the crappy guidance counsellor. And you knew this because you too, were on the tapes. However, like Clay, you didn’t deserve to be. Hannah devoted a tape about how you and Clay should be together because you both loved each other but felt bad because it was Hannah’s feelings that got in the way between the two of you. When you listened to your tape you cried, even though Hannah told you not to, you couldn’t help letting a few fears through. She was your bestfriend, your rock. She just wasn’t strong enough to carry on. And as much as you hated her being gone and no longer being able to go to Monet’s for a hot chocolate without being reminded of the good times you shared there, you realized that in the end it was her decision and she’d want anyone to respect that. So you tried. You really tried to respect it. There were some days, that got to be too much, when you were just too afraid to be lonely, too afraid that Bryce might have another roaring party and you would decide to go. But after Hannah died, you and Clay stuck to each other like glue. You were too afraid to address what was on your tape, however, you carried on loving him anyway. You heard Clay in the guidance counsellor’s office talking about Hannah, “I cost a girl her life, because I was afraid to love her.” And it broke your heart. Hannah was wrong about the feelings being two sided, Clay loved Hannah, not you. You tried to let it go. You tried to get over that he was still in love with your dead bestfriend. But one day, something was off, Clay was shaking with nerves, stuttering and flinching every time you tried to touch his arm to make him tell you what was going on. He was so nervous, he eventually shouted “I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING !” Which made you jump but gesture for him to carry on.

“I have to tell you something because last time I didn’t and last time didn’t end up well. (Y/N), I cost a girl her life because I was afraid to love her.” You nodded and let a few tears trickle down the side of your face. “But that won’t happen again. Because I swore to myself after the tapes and this whole lawsuit mess was over, I’d finally tell you.” You nodded, meaning for him to continue. “(Y/N), I’m freaking in love with you! And I think, a part of me always have been, and always will be. I never want to leave your side because I’m too afraid , afraid that one day you’ll walk out that door and end up like Hannah. But I can’t, won’t let that happen, I love you. I love you. So damn much. I would throw myself off a cliff if you asked. And the terrifying thing is, I’m not scared. I’m not scared to love you because I think you feel the same. I’m not scared to love you because you’re beautiful and funny and kind and amazing, all rolled into one. And that smile, don’t get me started on that smile. (Y/N), you’re beautiful and I love you. You’re beautiful and I love you. So, yeah. Maybe you don’t feel the same and this was some big mistake that I shouldn’t have done. But damn it, I can’t be too afraid to wake up, knowing you might not be at school when I get there. I’m not experienced in girls or relationships, god knows I did a shitty job with Hannah. But I think, this time, with you, I can be better, you make me better.”

You had a hand over your mouth and tears were rolling down your cheeks but you still managed, “Clay Jensen, since Hannah died, I’ve been a mess. But you, you’ve made my soul sing and my heart laugh in ways you can’t even imagine. Every time I see you my heart pounds in my chest because of how much I love you.” Clay was smiling, he would never admit it but he had a few tears in his eyes too.

“(Y/N), do you think you’d like to be my girlfriend ?” Clay asked, taking your hand.

“Yes, of course I would.” You assured. He leaned down slowly and your eyes met. You stared into each other’s eyes before crashing your lips against his. You quickly put a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through the baby hairs there. He smiled into the kiss and with your other hand you squeezed his hand in yours. You pulled away slowly and rested your forehead against his.

“Clay Jensen, I love you.”

“I love you too, (F/N) (L/N). More than you’ll ever know.”


A/N : Don’t forget that talking to someone can help you, so I’m here if you need. If you want, just send me a message anonymously and I’ll do my best to cheer you up :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Someone give me a fic where Lena just keeps teasing Kara every time they see each other, like she’ll whisper in Kara’s ear as she passes her, how she looks very cute in her dress that day, or “your lipstick suits you today, makes them pop” she winks and sashays off. Or Lena would intentionally keep dropping things in front of Kara and Kara just losing her fucking mind and saying fuck it one day before leaving Lena’s office and just “this has been going on for too long, rao I can’t take this do you want me to kiss you?!” And Lena just slowly closes the gap between them, stare at Kara’s eyes, smirks and says, “yes” kind of like daring her but what she doesn’t anticipate is Kara actually doing it and now Lena’s office is a mess, the things on her table are now on the floor and she’s pretty sure Kara’s the reason why there’s a huge chunk of the table gone where Kara had grab hold.

Jet Lag and Chinese: Part 3

Prompt: As Clark Kent’s best friend and kind of sister you’re used to the strange. Still seeing him get cozy with Wonder Woman is more strange than you’re used to. So when the chance to cozy up to a billionaire playboy comes around, who are you to say no?

Part 1, Part 2


“You do realize, that one of these days, we’re going to get caught.”

    You smile at Bruce as you pull on your pants, “Clark won’t do anything. I have too much dirt on him.”

    “Oh really?”

    You nod and swoop down to place another kiss on Bruce’s lips, “Oh yeah. His mother would ground him even now.”

    Bruce raises an eyebrow, “Well that’s good to know. One of these days I’m going to have to get you to spill your secrets.”

    You wink at him, “Maybe when I get back.”

    You watch his eyes drift to the luggage in the corner of the room, “You’ll be back in three weeks, right?”

    You smile, “Why Bruce Wayne, do I hear a bit of longing in your voice?”

    He pulls you back onto the bed and kisses you, “You hear quite a bit of longing. But I’ll survive … maybe.”

    You kiss him again before pulling away, “Be good, Bruce. I’ll see you in three weeks.”

    “Enjoy Thailand.” Without looking back you grab your bags and leave.

    It had been a long time since Bruce Wayne had let someone into his life. But you had wormed your way in over the last few months. You saw right through him, and had no problem calling him on his crap. What’s more, you put up with his moods like only Alfred had before.

    Still, there hadn’t been anything that prepared him to walk out of your bedroom to find Clark Kent waiting on him. The reporter was dressed in his usual suit, his glasses slightly askew on his face. “My best friend?”

    As Bruce stared at Clark he realized there was an infinite amount of fun he could have with the boy scout, with a grin he simply said, “She’s an amazing kisser.”

    “She’s basically my sister Bruce. I’m not okay with you playing with her.”

    Bruce raised an eyebrow in question, “Who said I’m playing?”

    “Your entire history. You go to bed with one woman and wake up with another. There’s a new one on your arm every night.”

    “Oh really. And who’s my latest fling?” Bruce smiled as he watched the reporter falter, “There hasn’t been one in six months. Which is exactly how long I’ve been seeing Y/N. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been doing a lot more business here in Metropolis. Well that, and it’s fun to beat Luthor in business deals.”

    “She’s my sister Bruce.”

    “She’s my girlfriend.”

    The two stare at each other for a minute, before Clark sighs, “We’ll finish this later. I have to get to work.” Bruce simply watched him go.  

    Three weeks later found you back at the Metropolis airport. Tired, sweaty, and smelling of plane. You’d never been good at sleeping on planes, and this last flight had been particularly draining. The screaming child in the row ahead of you had made sure of that. You were ready to collapse in bed, but knew you had to fight the jet lag.

    You’re nearly asleep on your feet when you hear someone call your name. Standing there in blue jeans, flannel, and baseball cap is Bruce Wayne. You let out a laugh as you see the hand written cardboard sign with your name on it, and the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

    You smile as you wrap your arms around him, and he squeezes you tight, before lifting you off the floor and twirls you around. You kiss him, and let out a laugh before asking, “What the hell are you wearing?”

    He wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you toward baggage claim, “I figured that you were probably a little home sick, plus who would ever expect Bruce Wayne to be in flannel?”

You snuggle into his side, “It’s the perfect disguise.”

An hour later finds you at home, showered and dressed in your favorite pajama bottoms.

Bruce is dressed in sweatpants and a t shirt, and with Chinese food on the way you’re certain that life can’t get any better. Right up until the door rings. You climb over Bruce to reach the doorway first, determined to pay for the meal. Of course you end up swept off your feet and carried to the door.

    Bruce whispers, “Nice try.” in your ear before opening the door to find…

    “Clark?” You stare at you childhood best friend, and your brow furrows, “What are you doing here?”

    Clark smiles, “I added food to the order, and Diana is on her way, I figured we could have a couples night! I still have pajamas here, right?”

    You turn to look at Bruce as Clark barges into the apartment and towards the kitchen, “They’re still in the guest room.” Lowering your voice to a whisper you ask, “He knows about us?”

    Bruce lets out a sigh, “He confronted me the same morning you left. I was only in my boxers, it was a traumatizing experience for me.”

    You purse your lips, “He always does this whenever I date someone. He goes over protective brother and scares guys off.”

    Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders, “Lucky for you I know how to scare him. Plus I have Kryptonite at my disposal. Plus something tells me Diana won’t let him get away with this.”

    You smile, “I knew I liked that Amazon.”

A Cute Little Married Swan Queen Moment!

Originally posted by darkparadiseprodz

REGINA:  Darling, I honestly don’t know what this habit is of yours, leaving your things all over the house.


EMMA:  Perhaps I PURPOSELY left that on my other jacket, knowing you’d come to personally hand deliver it.


REGINA: Like I have nothing better to do all day than to chase you around with your badge, your keys or your cell phone.


EMMA: Nope. You have NOTHING better to do than kiss me.


REGINA: Oh I see. (pins Emma’s badge on her, straightens it, gives her a kiss on the lips)  


EMMA: (reluctant to release Regina) Mmm… see how rewarding it is leaving things behind sometimes?


REGINA: (grabs Emma’s chin, holding it captive like she may kiss it again) We’ll see.  (teases Emma by not kissing her, turns to Granny and Snow) Make sure she does NOT eat that second bear claw, please.


(They all watch Regina saunter out of Granny’s.)


EMMA: (staring with goofy smile). Hot damn! Who’s got a hot wife? I do!


SNOW: (snorts)


GRANNY: You two’re a couple of SAPS!  Holy Hellfire! Who'da thought you two’d be this dopey for each other.


SNOW: Hey! Regina left a big yellow envelope here.


EMMA: (smug smile) Oh no she didn’t. (snatches envelope). This… uh… looks like real important business. I’ll just go on over to City Hall to return it. (bolts out of chair and out the door, leaving Granny and Snow stunned)


SNOW: Well, that was obvious.


GRANNY: Saps. (pause)  You know, your daughter left her bill open, “Mom”.


SNOW: (rolls her eyes, grumbles, opens wallet while Granny snickers)


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I had to do this a second time because the first was a disaster done on my phone!   LOL!  Anyway, just a cute Married SQ Moment to share!

BTS when they accidentally slap you part II ( Jungkook version )

Sorry I’m late babies! 

JUNGKOOK ONLY (Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok coming soon)

Hyung line (minus Hope) is on my wall, take a look. 


Jungkook

You and Jungkook were arguing about the amount of time you were spending together since you were unhappy that he would meet you only once or twice in a week or two.

“Okay, that’s it. What do you want? I barely have any time for myself, how do you expect me to come to you every day?” Jungkook said, his voice shaky as if he was trying to keep his cool and not lash out at you. 

“I don’t expect you to come to me everyday, kid. You know that. Don’t make me the bad guy.” You say, giving him a pointed look. “It’s just that, it’s like I’m nowhere near the list of people you would meet if you had any free time and that bothers me.” 

Jungkook would curse under his breath and get up, walking past you to get some water. “Are you for real? Do I have to spend every second I’m free from work with you? Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been working the past month?” He would say finishing his glass of water and putting his glass down on the kitchen slap, with a loud clink. 

You frowned at his gesture and followed him into the kitchen, standing across him with your arms crossed. “You’ve been working, have you? Remind me where you work again because the last time I checked, the club downtown was not your workplace.” You raised your voice slightly, to assert your point. “Look, go wherever, with whoever you want, I’m not going to have a problem with that. Why would I? I don’t want to jeopardize your time with your friends but….surely you can manage to meet me more than once in two weeks. That’s just too much, don’t you think?” You said in a desperate tone. 

Jungkook was just standing there with his eyes wide open, looking at you as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “Did you follow me?” He asked you, incredulously. 

“Of course not, Jungkook! Why would I do that? I just came to your workplace because it had been a while since we had seen each other and I wanted to see you. I saw you coming back drunk, with your Hyungs and some err…girls from the club. So I went back.” You told him, avoiding his stare because for some reason you felt intimidated. 

Jungkook let out a scoff and came closer to you, clearly very angry. He didn’t believe a word of what you just said. 

“So you follow me when I’m out huh? How the fuck did you think of doing that?” 

“Language, Jungkook. Don’t speak to me like that. Did you not hear a word of what I just said? I didn’t follow you, I just went there becau-”

“BULLSHIT!” He shouted, startling you. “I never thought you would turn out to be a jealous bitch, y/n. How dare you follow me, you bitch?” 

You were shocked at how he was speaking to you. He was clearly not in his right mind. 

“Let’s stop. You’re not thinking straight. We’ll talk about this when you’re in your right mind.” You turned around to leave. 

“Oh hell no, stop right there.” He grabbed your arm with his hand, harshly turning you around to face him. 

“Ow! Jungkook, let go, you’re hurting me!” You said, wincing in pain from the sheer strength of his hand on your arm. 

Jungkook was extremely angry, though. Your pleas fell to deaf ears. All he could think about was how you had followed him and how humiliating that made him feel.

“You are not going anywhere till you fucking tell me why you followed me. I don’t care if I break your arm tonight y/n, I’m not letting go until you fucking tell me, do you understand that?” Jungkook said pressing harder.

“What is wrong with you?!” You raised your voice out of pain. “Let go of me right now Jungkook! It’s not my fault you hide things! Don’t take it out on me! I asked you to let go of me righ-”

His hand cracked across your face, snapping it back with the force of his blow. It had been an open-handed smack and it had left a red welt behind. Just below your eye was a small cut where the ring had caught your skin. You staggered backwards, clutching your face, eyes watering. 

Jungkook looked at his hand, eyes wide. He hadn’t meant it. It was in the friction of the moment and he was beyond pissed. He backed away, too shocked and too scared to look at you. It was only when he heard you let out a choking gasp, when you let out something between a mixture of a laugh of disbelief and a cry that he looked up at you. Tears were falling out of your eyes but your expression was blank, as if you were yet to register what just happened. There was a small cut beneath your eye and you were bleeding. 

Jungkook let out a whimper. He took a step towards you slowly, stopped in front of you. He looked down at you. You were holding the table with one hand for support and the other was still on your cheek. You had not moved an inch. 

Trembling, Jungkook took you in his arms. Your face was under his chin and you could feel his tears falling on your hair, but you were too traumatized to move. 

It’s only when you heard him say sorry that your senses came back to life. 

“Noona..I’m so sorry, oh god..”

Your eyes widened and with all your might, you pushed him back, looking him straight in the eye. 

You were enraged. 

“Get the fuck away from me, you monster.” You spat out, your eyes red and breaths, heavy. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Noona, please don’t…Y/N!” He shouted, his own senses coming back to life as he saw you moving towards the door to leave…perhaps, to never come back. He ran towards you desperately and fell down on his knees in front of you. 

“Noona no please, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” He let out in what seemed to you- fear, joining his hands practically begging you. “Please hit me back, hit me all you want but don’t leave me noona please! I will never do that again, I promise!” 

You turned around him and starting leaving, but he crawled in front of you again. He clung to you, hugging your waist, and started crying like a child. 

You looked down at him, crying like a child, begging you to not leave him. You could see how afraid he was of you abandoning him. It broke your heart to see him like that. You knew you would not forgive yourself if you took him back but you were too much in love with him. You couldn’t see him in that state. To you, he became a weeping child. Your weeping child. How could you ever abandon your own child? So even though, you were breaking inside, you put your hands on his head, soothing him. 

You bent down at his level when he didn’t stop crying and took him in your arms. His head on your chest and your hands on his back and hair. 

“Shh..we’ll work it out. Don’t cry, kid.” You said to him , quickly wiping your own tears. “We’ll get through this.” you said as Jungkook hugged you fiercely, burying his face in your chest, crying uncontrollably. 



DISCLAIMER: It is never ever OKAY to hit anyone and it’s not okay to take it as well. Please remember that this is work of fiction and I, in no way, advocate this reaction to getting hit. 

JIMIN coming up next. 

ALSO CAN SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO LINK MY PREVIOUS POSTS TO THIS ONE I’M TECH-ILLITERATE THX

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, KEEP REQUESTING SO THAT I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU GUYS MORE!!

much love, 

Inferno-loop

THE THINGS IN THE PROPER WAY

Originally posted by kate-kami


GIF BY: @/kate-kami

PROMP: you and Chris have been best friends for years, but the jealousy can bring a lot of things out.

PAIRING; Christoffer Schistad x reader

WARNINGS; none.

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‘’Earth calls y/n’’

Eva’s voice interrupted the stream of your thoughts.

‘’Eva, sorry, I was not listening’’

You apologize a bit embarrassed, you were very distracted. Christoffer Schistad was staring at you from the other side of the room, his eyes fixed on your figure, his lips curved in a smirk, typical of him. You had been his best friend for years by now, but something was in the air in the last period and you were dying to find out what was that.

‘’Too busy talking with your best friend, I don’t know how you two can do this’’

Eva was staring at Chris too, the drink in her hands almost finished and her lipstick on the edge of the glass.

‘’Do what?’’

You asked while pushing a boy definitely too drunk away from you. The room was filled with people, the pre-drinks at William’s place were always crowded and loud, and you loved it.

‘’Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You two speak each other with your eyes, everybody can see it’’

Said Eva, her eyes fixed on you. Before you could answer, someone touched your shoulder.

‘’Plus, William is included in this strange magic’’

Said Vilde, taking part in the conversation, you just shrugged your shoulders but a smile appeared on your face. It was true, you couldn’t deny it: you, Chris and William were a trio, an unbreakable bounding had been connecting the three of you for years, you were simply best friends.
You were their age and, when the boys started to invite Eva’s group to the parties, you immediately became friend with them.
In that moment, William attracted your attention: he was smiling at you vividly while Noora was dancing with him. You smiled back, knowing what he meant: he was happy to show you that, finally, he managed to make Noora his girlfriend. You couldn’t be more satisfied with that, you were well aware of how much your best friend wanted to be with that amazing girl so you soon started to ship them.
You turned your face toward Chris and he was still staring at you, his hair a bit messy and a beer in his left hand; he moved his head in a way to make you understand that he wanted you to go to him. Before you could take a step, someone spilled a cold drink on your leg. You turned around with all the intentions of yelling at that idiot but what you saw made you stop: and handsome boy, probably younger than you, with blue eyes was staring at you and looking not so sorry.

‘’I’m so clumsy, my apologies’’

Said the boy putting a hand on his chest, his voice woke you up from the surprise.

‘’Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal’’

You said with your flirty voice. It was not hard for you, to get what you wanted. Being the boys’ best friend it was quite usual to be with the Penetrators for you, so you just learned all the tricks to be a fuckgirl. Someone in school also used to say that you were a female version of Chris, but, unlike him, you never used to be presumptuous about it.

‘’How can I make amend?’’

Asked the boy, you faked a shy smile but you took his hand and started to walk away from the people.

‘’Y/n!’’

Chris’ voice made you turn while you were on the stairs; you looked the boy at your left and then you smiled in triumph at your best friend. He inspired and then nodded, he seemed quite disappointed. You were so confused by his reaction that you almost had the temptation to go to him and ask what the hell was going on, but the boy you were with started to walk toward an empty room.

‘’Shall we?’’

He asked with a mesmerizing smile, you smiled back and he took it as a ‘yes’. William’s room was almost your room because of the great amount of time you had spent in it, watching movies and talking with him and Chris.
Chris. His face was all you kept thinking about during all the time that the boy kissed you, your body pushed against the wall and his hands on your ass. He was a good kisser, nothing to say about it, but you were not involved.
‘y/n, what is wrong with you?!’ You yelled at yourself internally while the boy was torturing your neck with bites and kisses.

‘’Stop’’

You couldn’t handle it any longer; the boy stopped kissing you and looked at you in disbelief and confusion.

‘’I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well, to much alcohol’’

You lied, he shook his head.

‘’I thought you were the biggest fuckgirl in town’’

He said, disappointment and irritation in his voice, you almost laughed, you knew how to deal with the assholes; you pushed him back, opened the door and, before leaving the room, you turned toward him with your most polite smile.

‘’My dear, I’m just not interested in fucking you’’

You said, he didn’t say a word while you were coming back to the party. Your eyes were searching for your best friend. The party was almost at the end, the house was quite empty and people were too high or drunk to even talk.

‘’Will, have you seen Chris?’’

You asked to him, your best friend gave a quick look around and then looked at you.

‘’He probably left, he said he was tired’’

He answered, you nodded and hugged him, was time to go for you too.

‘’I can drive you home’’

Offered William, you freed yourself from the embrace and gave him a kiss on his check.

‘’Don’t worry, Jacob said that he will drive me.’’

You reassured him, Jacob was one of the Penetrators boys you were closer with, even if you used to get along with them all.
While you were saying goodnight to the girls and Jacob was driving you home you couldn’t stop thinking that Chris seemed so strange that night, you tried to keep him away from your mind but it was practically impossible.

THE NEXT MORNING.

‘’Chris’’

You called your best friend at the end of the school day, he seemed to be in rush.

‘’y/n’’

He answered turning to you, his voice was quite bored.

‘’You left yesterday’’

You said carefully, you knew how complicated was to make Chris talk about his feelings, his problems… making him open up was practically a mission, every time that something was wrong you and William had to give him space and be patient.

‘’I was tired, I still am’’

He said running his hand through his hair, you bit your lower lips, you knew he was lying.

‘’Chris, are you coming?’

William’s voice made him turn left and you saw it: on his neck there was a big purple hickey.
In spite of the fact that you had no right to feel jealous, that’s how you felt in that moment. You were constantly informed about the sexual life of the boys, you also used to help them with the girls when they were not that good, you experienced the birth of the Penetrators and you never felt like this. Chris was sleeping around and William either, period, that was the normal condition; but in that moment, you felt like someone else touched something you wanted to call yours.
You couldn’t resist and you touched it, retiring your hand a second after that. This contact made him look at you.

‘’Yes, I imagine that you must be very tired’’

You said sarcastically, your voice lower than how you planned it to be; he rolled his eyes, he seemed more sorry than bothered.

‘’Why are you acting so strange? You have always talked to me about the girls you screw as I’ve always told you about the boys I hook up with, why did you lie?’’

You were staying calm, of course you were; it was a bad idea to yell at Chris, you had learned it by seeing him when he was mad at his friends, he was not a tempered person.

‘’I just needed a distraction’’

He said biting his lips, he was holding back.

‘’First of all, you don’t have to give me explanations, the girls you sleep with are none of my business. Second, distraction from what?’’

You asked, your voice suddenly full of rage and your hands gesture matching your words. He seemed to be so in conflict with himself, a thousand of thoughts crossing his mind, then he gave up.

‘’A distraction from you’’

He admitted, his left hand covering his mouth, he looked so tired and sad. You opened your eyes and looked at him in total surprise.

‘’Chris… d-does this mean what I think?’’

You asked hesitating, you wanted to be sure. He nodded and made a step forward, now you were closer.

‘’I’m not good with this shit, you know that, y/n, but I suppose I have feelings for you. Yesterday night, when you arrived you were so stunning I just wanted to kiss you. When I called you I wanted to tell you the truth, I was tired of looking at you from the other side of the room and wanting you without having the possibility to have you. Then you went upstairs with that boy, I just could not handle it. A girl kissed me randomly and I decided to bring her home, but all I could think about was you. I’m sorry, really.’’

It took a moment to you to assimilate all of the new information, then a big smile lighted your face up. You thought you had never saw Chris in that way, but you wanted to kiss him so bad in that moment.

‘’I know, I screwed up our friendship, I..’’

He couldn’t finish his sentence because you were kissing him. You never expected to feel such a rush of adrenaline while kissing Christoffer Schistad, but your heart was beating so fast you were scared he could feel it. Chris was nothing like you imagined: he was calm, his hands were delicate and his touch cautious, like you were something precious. You crossed your hands behind his neck and ran your finger through his hair, your lips opening and letting his tongue in. Suddenly, the kiss became more desperate, more passionate. He moved his hands on your hips, caressing them under your t-shirt, you felt shivering going down your back and attached your body to his, you wanted more.

‘’Okay, I suppose I can leave, then’’

William said from his car, he was laughing. Chris interrupted the kiss and turned his head toward his best friend.

‘’Bye, William’’

He said, his voice bothered and amused at the same time. He turned and looked at you, you smiled on his lips and waved at William while he was leaving. You caressed his check, your body still close to his.

‘’I wasn’t expecting that’’

He said smirking, you rolled your eyes but you were still smiling at him.

‘’So, Penetrator Chris has a heart’’

You said touching his chest under his hoodie, he smiled and looked at you so intensively that you felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

‘’Don’t try to ruin my reputation, babe’’

He said giving you a quick kiss on your neck, you closed your eyes and moved your head back to make him continue that.

‘’God, we already are at the part where you call me babe’’

You teased him touching the back of his head; he stopped kissing your neck and looked at you.

‘’y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend. No games with you, no tricks.’’

He said in a serious tone, you almost were surprised to hear this voice, you never saw him like this before.

‘’I feel flattered by the offer, I shall think about it’’

You answered trying to stay serious; he smiled and brushed his lips on yours, his hands were still on your hips.

‘’Sure?’’

He asked softly biting your lower lip, the look of triumph in his eyes while you gave up.

‘’Okay Christoffer, you can call me babe from now on, I’m definitely your girlfriend’’

You answered; he smiled vividly and touched your hair. Before he could kiss you again, you stopped him.

‘’Chris, I wanted to tell you, I didn’t sleep with that boy, I couldn’t stop thinking about you yesterday’’

You confessed, your checks going a little red while he looked at you in total relief.

‘’That’s better, I’m the only one allowed to make you feel pleasure’’

He said, his eyes filled with lust. You gave him a smirk and slowly touched his neck.

‘’I can’t wait for that’’

You teased him with your hands running down his chest. He looked at you, his lips barely touching yours and he said.

‘’Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long, but I want to do the things in the proper way’’

He caressed your left check and gently brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, you looked at him, the curiosity shining all over your face’s expression.

‘’So, what’s your next move?’’

You asked laughing a bit and looking at him in his eyes, he smiled before asking you:

‘’Y/n, will you go on a date with me?’’

You laughed in surprise, your eyes wild open and your stomach already upside-down because of the happiness.

‘’Really? Christoffer Schistad inviting a girl on a proper date?’’

You teased him, there was no meanness in your voice, just sarcasm and pleasurable surprise. He took your hands in his while smiling and intensely looked into your eyes before saying in the most serious tone:

‘’You have no idea of the things I would do for you, y/n y/s’’

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Seven

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Harry’s POV

Why did I leave? Why did I walk out? I laid in my bed at my childhood home asking myself those questions everyday as I cried myself to sleep. Every damn day I had to be reminded that I was alone, that I once again fucked up the best thing I ever had. The image of her rushing after my car, pleading with me not to go, haunted my brain constantly. It was all that I saw, all that I think about. 

“Call her, Harry.” My mom told me when I confided in her how much I regretted leaving, how much I missed Y/N, and how badly I wanted to fix this. “You know she will listen.” I had come to my mums when I left the house. I thought about going to Gemma’s but I sometimes you just need your mum, no matter how old you get. 

“Will she though?” I question, frowning at her. I could feel my eyes welling up in tears again. I couldn’t help it. I felt like a piece of me was missing. Nothing made sense without her. “I fucked up again, mum. First I cheated, then I though’ I got another girl pregnant, and then I walk out on her even though she begged me to stay. She chased after me, mum. Would you keep holding on if you were her?” My mum gives me a sad look then, reaching over to grip at my hand. 

“You never know unless you try.” Those words kept playing through my head for the rest of the day. Maybe she was right. Maybe I could at least try and talk to Y/N, see how she was doing and if there was possibly anyway that we could make this work and fix it. 

It was two days later that I finally managed to drag myself out of my mothers house and drive the familiar streets towards my old home that I had spent the last few years sharing with Y/N. My hands were tense around the steering wheel, my grip tight and my fingers even shook a little. What would I say? What would she say? Would she even want to speak to me at all? 

When I knocked on the door and a minute later her face appeared before me, every single thought that I’d had flew out of my mind and I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, short sounds squeaking their way out but I couldn’t form an actual sentence. I looked down into her gorgeous eyes and as I saw her face begin to crumble, I felt mine do the same. 

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as she falls into my chest. I bury my face in her hair as our arms wrap tightly around one another. It was there, her wrapped up in my arms, the smell of her sweet shampoo under my nose, that I felt whole again. Just feeling her soft skin under my fingertips, her arms tight around my torso, the sound of her breathing, I was home and I knew in that moment that I would do whatever I had to do to make her mine and make this work again. I needed her. I wasn’t going to just drive away or ruin this again, I couldn’t. 

YOUR POV

When you opened the door and saw Harry standing there, his hair floppy and a bit dirty, his clothes wrinkled, looking nothing like his usual put together self, you were overcome with a million different emotions. As you looked up into those green eyes, watching those pink lips try to form words that just wouldn’t come, you knew he felt the same so you did the one thing you really wanted to. As he speaks an apology, you collapse in his arms. 

You bury your face in the fabric of his t-shirt, snuggling up as close as you could. You could hear his quick heartbeat under your ear and took in the smell of his familiar cologne. You missed these little things, his smell, his touch, his softness. 

“Want to come in?” You ask him finally, breaking the silence to pull back and look back up at him. He gives a small nod, a smile gracing the corner of his lips. You nod and lead the way back inside. “Would you like some tea?” You ask him once inside. 

“Love some.” He answers, giving you a small smile. While you busy yourself with the kettle, he takes a seat on a stool at the counter, watching you work. Neither of you spoke. What could you say? What had he come to say? 

“So how have you been?” You finally speak after sliding him a steaming mug of tea made up just how he drinks it. You stand across from him, a mug of your own in your hands. You watch him take a small sip, clearly trying to delay answering the question. 

“Been stayin’ with mum.” He finally speaks, setting the tea down. He shifts a bit in his seat, not looking at you. You put your own drink down, giving a nod. You had wondered where he was staying the last week he was gone. You’d thought about sending him texts or calling but every time your finger hovered over the call or send button you remember how you had chased after him and he still left so how he felt had been pretty clear and trying to contact him would be useless. “’m sorry for drivin’ away like tha’.” It was after moments of silence that Harry finally spoke these words. 

“You did what you felt was right.” You answered, looking away as those green eyes of his peered across at you. His brow was furrowed and a look of regret was forming. You didn’t want to see any of that. You turn away, reaching for your tea. “I was actually doing some thinking.” You tell him before he could speak. 

“Wha’ abou’?” He wondered, watching you. His heart started to race against his chest as he watches you sigh. You were probably going to tell him that no matter what it was done, that he had been right to walk out. 

“You shouldn’t have to stay at your mother’s house,” You start. “I have been thinking, ever since all of this started, that I don’t want to be in this house anymore.” Harry had to admit that the words she spoke were not what he was expecting but he felt them hurt all the same. “I can’t be here. I’ve been looking for somewhere else to live. So… you can move back in here.” The thought of no longer living here, of no longer calling this home caused an ache in your chest and you had to bite at your lower lip, attempting to keep the tears at bay. You run your fingers along the rim of your mug, glancing up at Harry.

He was staring at you with a look of pure confusion. His green eyes were glazed over and his breathing had begun to increase. You were leaving. You were looking for somewhere else to live. Somewhere other than this home. The home that the two of you had purchased together. He thought back to the days after you’d moved in. There was barely any furniture, the two of you took to eating dinners sat on top of the counter, laughing and joking about how you didn’t even need to get a table and chairs. He remembered arguing over what color the curtains should be in the bedroom - if they should match the comforter or the throw pillows. In the end the two of you made this house a home together and the thought of one or neither of you not living here didn’t feel right. 

“This house was supposed to be our forever.” He whispers this, barely able to get his voice above a whisper. The tears that had begun filling his green eyes moments before finally spill over. “We were going to raise our children here. We made sure there were enough rooms for at least two, you remembe’?” The two of you had gone back and forth on many things, but agreeing on how many bedrooms your house needed was agreed upon almost instantly. The two of you wanted at least two children and had planned accordingly. The two extra bedrooms never were fully completed. They were guest bedrooms at the moment but they had it in mind that the second they needed to it could be converted into a nursery. “We used to sit out on the back porch over lookin’ the yard and talk-”

“I know what we used to talk about, Harry.” You cut him off, your voice low as you close your eyes, a couple of tears fall down your cheeks. “Do I need to remind you why we’re having the discussion of us no longer living here?” He gives a sigh, reaching up to push his hair from his forehead. He looks across the counter at you, his tear filled green eyes piercing into you. 

“I came over here because I want to talk about tryin’ again. I shouldn’t have walked ou’ like tha’. I’ve regretted it the second I was gone.” You felt a bit of anger flare up then.

“Then why wait so long to come back? If you’d just turned the car around we could have worked everything out but instead you left and stayed gone. So I’ve started moving on, or trying to. And leaving this place is my first step. You can have the house, sell it, move another girl in, I don’t care.” You go to walk out of the room but he jumps of from his stool and grabs for your arm, pulling you to a stop. 

“Don’ you ge’ it, Y/N?” He questions, looking down at you. Neither one of you cared about how both of you had wet cheeks with more tears falling. The two of you just stared at each other. “No matter how big of an idiot I have been lately, there is no one else for me bu’ you. We can make this work.”

“Harry, we tried to make this work before and it didn’t.” He releases your arm, taking a step back to sigh, tugging a bit at the hair on his head. 

“‘m not giving up on us, love, never.” He makes complete eye contact with you then, letting you see the seriousness etched into his handsome face. “We can do this at your pace, yeah?” He walks forward and take your hands. You look up into those still a bit tear filled, but now determined, green eyes and allow yourself to return the pressure that his long ringed fingers give yours. “I’ll stay at my mum’s for a bit longer and I’ll take you on dates, we can go the cinema’s, go to our favorite pub. We can start over until we ge’ back to where we were, until you are comfortable enough with me again. You don’ have to have sex with me, you don’ have to touch me, you don’ even have to kiss me if you don’ want tha’.” 

You didn’t know how to respond. Harry wanted to try again, to essentially start over. He cheated on you, he hurt you, but he was willing to do anything and everything possible to start over. And you wanted to, you’d wanted that before but just simply couldn’t stop picturing him with that girl. His proposed idea though, taking it slow, and building it back up might be what needs to happen as opposed to jumping right back in and expecting everything to be where it had been before. 

“What do you say, love?” Harry was filled with such hope as he watched you, he watched the idea of this flow across your brain. He watched you bite at your lower lip as you thought this through. It would kill him not to be able to kiss you but he would rather wait until you were ready for it than never be able to do it again. “We can make this work. I love you so much, we can do this.” You meet his eyes and find yourself nodding. 

“Okay.” You finally answer. “I’m willing to try it that way. I can’t promise that I’ll ever reach where we were or how I felt and want to sleep with you but I’m willing to try to get there again. I want to try.” You watch his face light up into a grin before he pulls you into his chest. “Oh, and Harry?” He pulls back then, frowning down at you. 

“Yes, my love?” He questions, his arms sliding around your waist. You smile up at him as you rest your hands on his muscular chest. 

“This is it. If we can’t make it work this time… that’s it.” He frowns for a second but then nods, cracking a bit of a smile. You look at those perfect pink lips and know even though he said the two of you didn’t have to kiss if you weren’t comfortable with that, you missed the feel of them on yours. “Kiss me.” You whisper, glancing from his lips up to him. 

“You sure?” He wonders, not wanting to push you or make you feel like you had to but you bring a hand up to tangle in the curls at the back of his head and pull him down so his lips meet yours. 

“I was hoping I wasn’t going to see you walking through that door again today.” Anne says as soon as she sees her son enter her living room an hour later. She was shocked though to see that he was grinning as he drops himself down onto the couch beside her. 

“Mind if I stay here for a few more weeks?” He asks her, looking over at her as he leans his head back on the couch. “Y/N and I are tryin’ again but we’re startin’ over. So I’m going to take her on dates and woo her all over again.” He explains. Anne breaks into a smile then. “We tried to jus’ go back to wha’ we were before all of this. We need to build it back up.” 

“I think that’s a great idea, Harry,” Anne tells him. “You are welcome to stay here of course.” Harry reaches over and pulls his mom into a sideways hug, kissing at her temple. 

“Thanks, mum.” He whispers, still hugging her tight. He closes his eyes as he takes in her warm embrace. Sometimes your mothers hugs were the best cure for a situation and could make you feel better no matter what and that’s definitely how Harry felt about his mum’s hugs. “Thank you for still believing in her and I. We’re gonna work this out, I know we will.” Anne pulls back then, smiling at her son. 

“I know you will, Harry, I know.” She rests a hand on his cheek, leaning in to kiss the other one. “No one is meant to be together more than you and Y/N.” Harry couldn’t help but agree. 

Day Five | Part 5

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: It’s done!! I hope you guys enjoy this. I really loved writing this series and everyone’s feedback on it. I hope to do more of these quick series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has supported me these past few days! Part four can be found here.


You were still in shock about Peter, Friday morning. You didn’t know if you should tell him that you knew or just keep it to yourself, but you also then remembered that you did in fact tell Spider-Man, well Peter, that you liked him, that you had a crush on him. You told him how you felt. You didn’t know how you will face Peter at school today. You even decided to get up earlier and head to school before he did with your mom just to avoid the possibility of seeing him. However, you knew you couldn’t avoid him in Chemistry. Also, Homecoming was today to make things even more stressful. You had to get home immediately and start getting ready. You were starting to get nauseous at everything you had to face today. It was going to be a long day.

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Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]


Part 7 - I’ve got you now

Simon

I wake up with Baz arm around me, and I don’t want to move. He’s still sleeping, I can hear his soft breathing, so I let myself stay like that for a while.

When he wakes up, he slowly disentangles himself from me “I’m going to hunt before we go back,” he tells me while he’s getting dressed.

I’m momentarily distracted looking at him getting dressed, that I only tell him, “okay,” right before he leaves.

I feel like I just missed my chance to talk to him about this, so I take a quick shower and decide to go after him. I can’t stand it anymore, not knowing how he really feels.

I start walking into the woods, making as much noise as I can, so that he’ll hear me.

After a few minutes he shows up. We stare a few seconds at each other, until he finally speaks. “Snow… what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

“You could have waited-”

“No, I really couldn’t,” I interrupt him, and he’s looking at me in a strange way now.

I step closer to Baz, but I can’t look up while I say it. “I can’t keep doing this Baz, this fake relationship with you…”

“I see… ” That’s all he has to say? I look up at him and he’s looking hurt. So I just grab him by the neck and kiss him one last time. He’s not kissing me back, so I pull away to look at him.

“This is why I can’t keep pretending…” I close my eyes and let go of him. “It feels too good,  too real, when we’re together and it isn’t.“

Suddenly Baz is kissing me.

It’s so good.

It’s been so good every time.

And somehow we end up falling to the ground, and he’s not letting go of me. “Simon…” he tells me, between kisses. “This has been real for me too.”

I’ve got you, I think. I’ve finally got you.


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Reaction #9: He catches his s/o staring at him with heart eyes

SeokJin (Genie):

Ah Jin, he would have the exact same reaction as in this gif whereas he would stare at you back for a long time and smile. He would think it’s one of the most adorable things you do and would adore how much you made him smile. He would also feel so much love in that stare of yours and he would love the charm you exude form just that one look of love. “Ahhh why are you so adorable??” he would say, taking you into a hug because he just couldn’t help it.

(This is so cuteeee)

Yoongi (Yeon Ki Min):

Ohh Yoongi, he would try to hold back how much he thinks it’s adorable but to be honest he thinks it’s adorable when you stare at him with heart eyes. He would make a comment like “Stop being so adorable, I hate it.” smiling that gummy smile of his but of course you both know he doesn’t actually hate it and just says it because you staring at him like that is his weakness.

(How cuteee)

Hoseok (J-Dope):

This sunshine Hoseok would LOVE when he caught you staring at him with heart eyes. Every time he caught you doing it he would look at you adoringly before commenting how cute he thought it was and starts to turn into his sunshine and aegyo self. He would do this little loud squeal of his that he always does before commenting on how cute you are to him.

“Ah! I have the cutest girlfriend/boyfriend in the world!”

(Awwww!!)

Namjoon (Monie):

Our cute dimpled boy Namjoon’s face would light up so much as he would constantly look at you to see if you were still looking at him with those heart eyes of yours and constantly smiles his bright dimpled smile, persistently looking down and then back up at you again. He found it really adorable and charming and would continuously tell you how cute it is. “Why are you so cute babe?” he would say grinning and looking at you adoringly.

(This is so cute i’m-)

Jimin (Christian Chim Chim):

As we all know, this cutie Jimin never stops smiling. In fact, he would react the exact same way as this gif. He would smile so brightly and blush so much that he would have to look away. In fact, every thing you did, to him it was adorable and this just took the cake. He would not stop smiling and would say something like “Ah jagi stop! you know how adorable you are to me when you do that!” he would say looking away as you saw his cute cheeks turn a slight shade of pink from smiling so hard. Also, sometimes when you’re not looking you can feel his eyes on you as he does the same to you.

(I’m going to use this word again, but can you say CUTE!)

Taehyung (Jack):

Of course Taetae would find it sweet and charming and always loved to see it happen. He would stare back at you lovingly like you did to him and it would turn into you both just staring at each other with heart eyes until it gets awkward and you would have to break it off (lol). He would adore how charming you are when you look at him like that and would realize how much love he felt from the stare you would give him, so much he would smile his beautiful boxed smile before saying “AHHH I love you so much!” before kissing you on the forehead.

(A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E)

Jungkook (Justin Seagull):

Ah this boy Kookie, every time you stared with them heart eyes of yours, he would fall in love with you all over again. He would get lost in your eyes while forming a slight shy smile and once again like I said, get so lost in your eyes he just blanks out and stares. Sometimes you have to say “Uh, Jungkook? Are you okay babe?” because he just gazes at you nonstop and you want to make sure he’s alright (lol). But yes, he gets less and less shy the more you look at him that way whereas it becomes a habit between you two. Like Jimin and V, he sometimes does the same to you but would occasionally hold his gaze instead of looking away because he can’t take his eyes off of you. 

(I’m not crying you are, CUTE!)


A/N: Hope you enjoyed this preference and sorry for using cute so many times but I thought this request was really CUTE! BTW I do not own these gifs and credit to those who do!