getting a hot date

Not Just Yet - Zach Dempsey

can you do a zach dempsey imagine where y/n and him are together and she is a nice sweet innocent girl and they are making one night and she doesn’t want to go any further bc she wants to wait until marriage to have sex and she’s afraid that he doesn’t want to be with her anymore but he does. Sorry if that’s weird.

It’s not weird! Thank you for requesting ^.^ This is my first 13RW imagine so yaaay. I love Zach <3

Words: 1,440

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff / making ouutttt  / lil’ bit of swearing

“And then… we did it,” Jessica’s blush tainted her cheeks a dark red, as she described yesterday’s date night with Justin Foley.

Your eyes widened. Jessica and Justin had already had sex? They’d only been together for a few months. It’s not that you had an issue with that, it just surprise you. You and Zach had been together for almost 2 years, and you still hadn’t had sex. You had decided to wait until marriage to lose your virginity, hopefully to Zach or if for some reason not him, someone as great as him. You couldn’t describe how lucky you felt to have a guy who respected your wishes like he did, especially with the crowd that he hung around with.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty though, when his friends bragged about their “summer conquests” in front of him. Sometimes you felt as if you weren’t even good enough. You wouldn’t be surprised if Zach thought that way too.

“Congrats Jess,” You forced an enthusiastic smile, and she giddily skipped along the school corridor.

You stopped by your locker, reaching in to exchange some textbooks, when you felt a pair of arms snake themselves around your waist. You turned around, only to come face to face with the guy himself. Zach Dempsey.

He was grinning down at you, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed before reaching up on your tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his soft lips. He rested his forehead against yours, before pecking you on the nose, causing you to giggle childishly. 

“How’s my girl today?” He took your hand, fingers intertwined, as you walked around. You blushed at his words, only causing him to grin wider.

“Stressed. How about you?” You sighed heavily, staring down at the ground. He stopped, turning to you with his eyebrows furrowed adorably and with a frown on his face.

“How come?” He played with your hands therapeutically, tracing circles on the palm.

“Bio. I’ve got a big test coming up and if I fail like last time it’s going to bring my average down, it’s my worst subject Zach,” You whined, resting your head on his shoulder. He tilted his own head to press a soft and lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Well lucky for you, future Marine Biologist here!” He pointed to himself, feigning a cocky attitude and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Are you free tonight? I can come round and help you study.”

“That sounds like an excuse to spend time together,” You raised an eyebrow at him, although to be honest, you would much rather hang about and cuddle with your boyfriend than study biology.

“Maybe,” He drawled mischievously and you smiled at him, grateful that he could take your mind off of your problems. You reluctantly slipped your hand out of his and began to walk off to your next class.

“See you at 7, lucky for you it’s pizza night,” You called over your shoulder, leaving Zach grinning like an idiot in a busy crowd of high school students.

“(Y/N), over here!” Jessica waved frantically at you as you stepped into your French class. She had reserved a spot for you next to her, and you sent her a grateful smile as you dumped your bag down beside her and sat down. “Okay, so I’m having an existential crisis and thought why not get over it by a little hot chocolate date tonight?” She tapped her fake nails on the desk excitedly.

“I actually can’t, I’m studying for the Biology test with Zach tonight,” You replied and Jessica’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“It’s just… he was going on about it earlier but I didn’t think he was actually gonna. Damn Dempsey,” Jessica seemed to be muttering more to herself and you didn’t want to play the pronoun game.

“What’s it Jess?” You folded your arms and gave her the ‘mum friend’ look.

“Wait, just to check, he was the one asking to come over?” Jessica had now grabbed both of your hands, squeezing them excitedly and you didn’t really know how to react.

“Uh… yeah, I uhh, think he was,” You didn’t sound 100% sure, but that didn’t stop Jessica from squealing.

“Okay, okay so Zach was talking to us earlier about how you guys were like, waiting for the right moment to have sex and that you two had a really good thing going on right now and shit. He is definitely going to make a move and try and go all the way tonight!” 

You paled slightly. Zach knew that you wanted to wait, perhaps he’d just phrased it wrong. Perhaps Jessica and co had gotten the wrong end of the stick, or come to irrational conclusions. You loved Zach with all of your heart, but you were sticking to your morals. The only thing that was going to happen that night, was studying.

A few hours later, you’re pressed up against your bedroom door, sloppily kissing your boyfriend of two years. His hands were roaming your curves, exploring your figure whilst yours were tangled in his ruffled, matted hair.

Small whimpers and moans would spill from mouths as you knew the actions that drove one another crazy. You would tug on the roots of his hair, he would attack the sweet spots on your neck and jaw with passion.

His voice was rough and lust-filled as he whispered in your ear.


You did just that, wrapping your legs around his waist, slipping your tongue inside his mouth desperately. The two of you battled for dominance before he pulled apart and let you go to roughly pull off his shirt. You took a moment to appreciate his muscular build before advancing towards him with fire in your eyes. He hastily pulled you onto your bed, and you let your hands trail his toned chest, leaving quick kisses as you went. He pulled you forwards into another searing kiss before flipping you over so he was on top.

His tongue slipped back into your mouth like a puzzle piece and you groaned in response, your nails reaching up to claw his back. As you were distracted by his fiery kiss, Zach’s hand slowly crept towards your bra clip. When you felt him tug on one of the straps, you abruptly broke apart, panting heavily.

Your face was flushed red and you grabbed a pillow, hiding your look of shame from your boyfriend. Zach sat up awkwardly before pulling the pillow from your grasp and carelessly chucking it behind him. He laid down beside you, pulling you into his embrace and you let him, snuggling into his shirtless side.

“What’s wrong babygirl?” He whispered softly, and you melted at the consideration and care in his voice.

“I’m…I’m not ready to go that far yet Zach, remember?” You sighed, hoping he wouldn’t be annoyed at you. He stayed quiet for a while and you were cringing, knowing you’d screwed something up, before he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), heat of the moment I guess,” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he sat up and rested against your headboard. You crawled over, so your head was lying on his lap and he affectionately played with your hair, an action that seemed to always soothe the both of you.

“I just feel so bad, because you wanted to go all the way tonight but I’m just want to wai-.” You began to ramble but he interrupted you.

“Wait… what? I wasn’t planning on having sex with you tonight. I respect your ‘waiting until marriage’ approach,” He looked confused, and so did you. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“Well, Jessica said-”

“I told the guys this morning that we were waiting to have sex until we were both ready and that we have a good relationship so I don’t want to mess that up by trying to force the idea of sex on you,” Zach explained and everything suddenly made a whole lot more sense.

“Ooooh, I get it,” You nodded and Zach snorted. “I am so screwed on this Biology test.” 

“Dork,” He shoved you off of him playfully and you jumped right up, shoving him back. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him so he could give you the dreaded tickle assault. You squealed and laughed uncontrollably as he attacked your sides with his evil fingers.

“I LOVE YOUU!” You managed to stumble through your heavy laughter. Zach stopped, smiling up at you lovingly before clasping your cheeks and placing a gentle kiss on your swollen lips. 

“Love you too babygirl.”

I liked thiisssss <3

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He’d been ignoring you for weeks, he didn’t answer the phone, he stopped hanging around all the places he knew you’d be. He just stopped being in your life, it was almost as if he never even existed in your life and you were sick of it. 

He’d been your best friend for years and you’d be damned if you just let him walk away that easily… and that’s precisely what you were doing here at this exact moment. Out the front of his door that you had to climb two flights of stairs to get to. 

You knuckles rattled gently against the wooden frame, your heart thumped rhythmically in your chest as you waited for him to answer the door. You had been waiting for so damn long. 

“I’m ‘comin, I’m ‘comin.” You could hear Dally mutter, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be standing outside his door. 

“Y/N.” His voice was stiff, forced and angry, he didn’t want you here. “What’re ya doing here, huh kid?” 

He only called you kid when he was angry at you, when you had done something wrong… and you searched your mind, trying to figure out just what that could be. What line did you cross?

“Looking for you.” You said it with a simple tone, your shoulders shrugged and you looked at him as if this wasn’t a big deal to you, but your charade was crumbling with every passing second. 

“So, you found me?” He shut the door behind you, he was shirtless, his jeans hung lowly on his hips as he searched through the wreckage of his room for a clean shirt. 

“Where have you been?” 

“Around.” He was snappy. “What’s it matter to you, kid? You ain’t my girl. You’re not my mother, not that she gives a hang about me, none.” 

“I care about you.” You sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find a single shred of the Dallas Winston you knew, and not the hood that the neighbourhood had notoriously branded him for. 

“Well good for you, Doll, now get out of here. I got a hot date tonight.” 

A date. A girl. You wondered to yourself who that might be. And what she had that you didn’t. You were never his girl, but you were comfortable being his best friend. You were comfortable being the sisterly figure in his life; but now it seemed that you weren’t anything to him. 

“A date?” You questioned, you forced a smile to burden your lips with untruthful feelings. “Oh that’s great, Dal. Can I see you afterwards?” 

“I’m busy, now get out of here.” He grabbed you by the arm as gently as he could muster so he could show you the way out, even though you both knew you knew your way around this place. 

He opened the door and to your horror, you realized that you were crying. Tears were welling up in your eyes, and they fell one by one and they began to slide down your face like tiny rivulets. 

You stopped him by placing a hand on his chest, you looked him in the eyes and you spoke. 

“Why don’t you love me?” You pursed your lips together so that they would stop shaking. “You did before, I know you did… and now you can’t even stand to be around me. What did I do? I can fix it.”

The truth is, he had been in your life so long that you didn’t know who you were without him. 

“What?” Dallas muttered, he looked down at you with disgust. “Y/N, you know I don’t love no o-” 

“Bullshit, Dallas, Bullshit” You pushed him back against the wall as roughly as you could. “You loved me. And you left me behind” 

He didn’t say a word, he just stared at you… he stared at your chest heaving up and down, and the tears falling from your eyes. He silently wondered to himself what he had done to you. He didn’t think you’d react this way. 

“I should go.” You couldn’t stand him just staring at you. Did he even care? “I shouldn’t have came here.”

“Wait” Before you could even cross the threshold his arms were wrapped around you. “Don’t go.”

“You don’t love me… you don’t want me.” You tried to push yourself out of his arms, you needed to leave. You could feel yourself breaking underneath his finger tips. “You left me for some broad that doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“That’s not true. I love you, okay?” You looked at him, almost expecting him to laugh in your face and push you out the door. “You’re my best friend and I love you. I never left you for some chick.” 

“Then why?” 

“Because, Y/N, you’re so good. You’re so pure. You’re everything I’m not. I’m bad for you. You need someone in your life that is like you, someone who can make you happy.” 

“You make me happy. Please don’t leave me.” 

“Okay.” He said simply.

BTS - he likes you more than a friend.

Request: If reactions are still open, could you do BTS’s reaction to them realizing they like their best friend much more then a friend, like romantically. Please and Thank You!  

Seokjin: From the beginning he has feelings for you, but he never said anything because he was afraid of ruining the friendship.
You were going out with a guy and Seokjin was dying of jealousy. “But why do you have to go out with him?” “Well, he’s a nice guy..” “I’m nicer.” “Yes, but you are my friend.” “What if I want to be more than your friend?” He said and you were speechless. “Oh, no, forget it.” He said ashamed. “No. Do you like me?” “Kind of…” “Alright then, I kind of like you, too.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Hmmm, that’s good.” He smiled.

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Yoongi: He tried to hide the feelings he had for you, but it was so difficult for him. “Yoongi, does this outfit looks good?” “Yes, you look beautiful.” “Thanks.” You smiled. His heart was pounding hard when you smiled. He couldn’t hide anymore. “(Y / n) … What would you do if some friend were in love with you?” “Depends on which friend …” “If it were me?” He asked and you looked at him. “Well … If the friend were you, I would be very happy.” “Why?” He smiled. “Because I like you.” “Fuck, really? Why don’t we date yet?” “Because you never told me that you like me.” “I like you, let’s date?”

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Hoseok: "Why don’t you tell her?“ Namjoon asked. "This will end our friendship, she doesn’t like me back.” Hoseok said. “Who’s she?” You asked, entering the room. “Hm, nobody.” Hoseok smiled at you. “Oh, c'mon! Tell me.” “I’m leaving …” Namjoon said. “Nobody, forget it.” “Please, Hobi!” You pouted. “Ugh, stop. Okay, I’ll tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Well…I kind of like you.” “Kind of?” “I fucking like you.” “Are you serious?” “Of course I am.” He said and you hugged him. “What does this hug mean?” “It means I like you too.” “So instead of hugging, why don’t we kiss?”

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Namjoon: He was planning to confess his feelings for you for a long time. But he didn’t know how. “Joon, can we have ice cream?” You asked as a child. “Of course baby.” “Baby?” “Oh sorry.” He laughed nervously. “No. I liked that.” You smiled. “Would you like to be my girlfriend too?” “What? Really?” “Well, I’m just asking, but if you want…” He laughed. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You pulled him and kissed him. “Wow, that’s was easy.” He said laughing.

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Jimin: You were watching a movie together on the couch. “You know, I like you.” He said smiling. “I like you too.” “Not like that, I really like you!” “Like girlfriend?” “Yes.” “Why didn’t you say that before? I thought I was on friendzone!” You said and he laughed. “I thought I was on friendzone too.” “Let’s get it over with.” You kissed him.

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Taehyung: He loved to spoil you, even though you were just best friends. Well, he wanted to be more, but didn’t know if you wanted the same. “Taetae!” You hugged him when he came to your house. “Hello!” He laughed. “I brought this for you.” He said and gave you a box. “What is?” “Open it!” You opened it and had a teddy bear with a paper. You read it and it was written on. “I think you should date Taehyung.” You laughed and looked at him. “Oh, he thinks I should date you.” “I think the same.” “But you have to ask me on a date first!” “Do you want to go out with me?” He laughed. “Of course!”

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Jungkook: Today he called you to sleep at his house and of course, you accepted. When you got there, he was playing video games with nothing but boxers. “Hm, what a body.” You said laughing. But you were actually dying inside. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you were coming now.” He said and covered himself with a pillow. “It’s okay.” You sat on the couch. “Should I get dressed?” He asked, looking at the TV. “No. Let me appreciate that vision.” You laughed and he paused the game, then looked at you. “Look, you can appreciate it better.” He gave you a smirk. “Such a perv!” “Let’s get to the point, why don’t you date me? Look how hot I am.” “Do you think I should date you?” “Yes.” “Okay, i’ll. Because I want to kiss you so bad, I’m going to die if you don’t do it now.” You said and he pulled you into a hot kiss.

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i don’t do it so romantic but i hope you like anyway.

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livingthroughlifegirl  asked:

Hello! Thank you for being so so so so so amazing! Would you mind updating the secret relationship tag? It's been a while and those are my favorite!!

they will never let you down thats for sure

With you I’m different by DoctorDee24 (1/1 | 406 | PG13)

He didn’t freak out but now keeping it a secret from the pack was going to be harder than they thought

Behind closed doors by WeirdV (1/1 | 1,219 | NR)

“Stiles! Stiles wait!” Derek runs after him, and Stiles stops, “Please, just let me explain? Please!”

“Explain what, Derek?” he whispers angrily, “You’re engaged! Engaged, for crying out loud!”

“I’m – can you please just, come inside? Please?” he pleads, and he looks desperate, so desperate that Stiles just sighs and agrees, following him back inside.

I know by floralcreer (1/1 | 4,174 | R)

Stiles’s first time and falling in love with Derek Hale

Instinct and Revelation by LoneWolf1993 (4/? | 7,532 | NR)

Stiles is woken at 2 AM by a hesitant knock on his front door. Who could it be at this hour? And why?

Flesh by DarkAlpha67 (1/1 | 2,508 | NC17)

If there is one person who can both anger and arouse Derek, it’s Stiles.

Too bad the Vampire doesn’t use his words… much like the Werewolf.

Mismatched Match by LadyDrace (1/1 | 1,779 | PG13)

Getting to date hot senior jock Derek Hale should be cause for shouting from the rooftops, frankly, but life is a little more complicated than that. Until it isn’t.

you should be loving someone by haleinskibro (1/1 | 3,084 | NR)

the one where stiles and derek get set up on blind dates with each other. but they’re already kinda dating.

bumblebyqueen-deactivated201704  asked:

Bumbleby for the ship thing 😊

Who said “I love you” first?

I assume Blake, since she already said she loved Yang (and her team) to Sun. She may have a difficult time communicating emotions, but she at least knows what she’s feeling and acknowledges it, whereas Yang is more likely to bottle it up and not even realize that what she’s feeling.

That said, I could totally see it slipping out as a joke while they’re talking:

Yang: That’s why I love you! ;D
Blake: …
Yang: … (o.o)
Blake: …
Yang: As a partner!….. A team partner! A team… mate…. (>.<)
Blake: *smile* I love you, too, Yang.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

Yang has one of Blake from the Beacon dance.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Yang, usually jokes or riddles or puns for Blake to find when she goes to shower. Blake rolls her eyes and wipes them off as soon as she sees them.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

Yang used to, but she stopped when Blake only used the boxes they came in. Now, she just buys her food, and they go back and forth paying for dates.

Who initiated the first kiss?

Yang. Blake won’t cross physical boundaries, so it would have to be Yang, after she confronts and acknowledges her feelings for Blake. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Yang. She’s more of a morning person and Blake is a sleepy kitty who also naps throughout the day. But it’s not smothering kisses. It’s a forehead kiss, and she runs her hand through Blake’s hair until she opens her eyes.

Who starts tickle fights?


Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

Blake, especially if she’s having a bad day. She likes the ability to have quiet together time and may get a little clingy once under the water. For her, it’s a good time for hugs and reflection, and to get some much desired emotional support from her partner.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

Blake. She brings sushi for both of them, because she knows Yang will probably be too busy working to stop and focus on food. And a hungry Yang is a hangry Yang, and no one wants that.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

Both. But no one could tell because Blake acted smug about finally getting to go out with her hot blonde partner on an official date, and Yang faked confidence.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Blake hunts them down. Yang generally doesn’t really mind them (as long as their not poisonous) and lets them stay where they are.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

They both do. Blake gets sloppy drunk and whines about it, apologizing for her indiscretions and confessing her feelings. Yang makes grand gestures of love by standing on bars or singing songs at Blake and embarrassing her in front of everyone.

|| Homecoming ||

{summary: transferring to a new school at the start of your junior year holds many challenges, but befriending two kind boys by the name of ned leeds and peter parker along with his girlfriend, liz, makes things all the more easier for you.

that is, until peter shows signs of developing feelings toward you.}

guys, did you die after that trailer? because i did, and i felt sooo jealous of liz when she was about to kiss peter despite how sweet they looked together. this story is very self indulgent, i admit, but it was made because i adored the trailer so much [♥] that’s why i didn’t write anything yesterday, because i was sooo hyped for the trailer that i knew that seeing it would give me the inspiration to write something for peter ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

final word count: 6,600+ (holy shit a new record for me for this website!!)

warnings: omg not another love triangle !! who will be endgame? who will it not break even for? find out under the cut!!


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Request/Inspiration: Not a request! It just came to me!

Summary: “Can you do me a favor and be my fake girlfriend for the weekend?”

A/N: I was going to do it the other way around, but I wanted to try something else. I switched it around. Anyways, happy April! I hope you enjoy this fic! I know I haven’t posted a story in a while, please forgive me! Shoutout to my beb @dear-alexander for reading an excerpt and giving me some advice. <3

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Oh, For God’s Sake


Pairing: Kol x Reader

Summary: Marcel makes it no secret that he dislikes your relationship with Kol

It was clear as day that the relationship between Marcel and The Originals was on rocky ground, or becoming increasingly damaged. You, being the newest addition to join the family have nothing but been in the middle between this bitter feud.

Marcel and you were old friends who have a long standing history. But it was only recently that your relationship with Kol flourished to romantic, and you knew that didn’t sit well with Marcel.

The passing of Cami still could be felt around the city, for the people who knew her that is. But the one place for you where it could be felt the most was Rousseau’s, and it made working there difficult some days.

Today was any standard day in the bar, not much customers came through and you particularly had to push Josh out the door, so he wouldn’t be late for his hot date. So it was just you, getting ready to close up.

The door opened and rattled the bell indicating someone had walked in.

“Sorry were actually about to close”, you announced walking out of the kitchen only to find Kol standing near the bar, smirking.

He strided over and planted a deep kiss on your lips. “Even better, I’m not too fond of interruptions”.

Not that you minded, but for the past three days Kol and you were joined at the hip. Each night he’d show up at Rousseau’s to walk you home, more often then not he’ll stay the night and whenever you told him that Josh or Marcel wanted to speak to you, he tried to find an excuse to come along.

Kol was too busy paying attention to your neck, which provided a real distraction from your closing up duties. Suppressing a moan as best you could, you breathless whispered. “I still have to close up and count the money in the till”.

Within a flash Kol ran around the bar, opened the till and then proceeded to lock up. “There is $240 in the till and the bar is securely locked”. He licked his lips and vamped over, “Now where were we?”.

He was just about to reconnect his lips to your neck, jaw, anything he could touch but the presences of Marcel ruined the moment Kol was trying to set.

“Do you know that this is a bar, right?”, he coldly reminded Kol.

Kol protective wrapped an arm around you, “And I’m pretty sure I don’t care”. He replied just as coldly.

“Okay you two, that’s enough. I’m going to go collect my things, so please play nice”. You sternly pointed to both to show how serious you were.

Once you were out of view, Marcel made a jab towards Kol. “Why is it that wherever Y/N is, your right there beside her. If you knew anything about her, you’d know she likes her independence and space”.

Kol rolled his eyes and sighed. Oh, for god’s sake! Y/N is with me now, so how about you do yourself a favor and just accept it”

Marcel stepped in real close, showing no sign of backing down or that he was imitated by Kol. “She deserves better than you. The only thing you’re good at is causing destruction and pain”.

Kol snarled, “The tough guy act doesn’t suit you Marcel, nor does this jealously act you’ve got going on. Consider this a warning, stay away from Y/N and you and I won’t have any problems. However if I hear so much as a whisper about you trying to turn her against me, well then you and I will have problems”.

Marcel looked ready to attack, but paused and eyed Kol from head to toe. “The beauty about you Mikaelson’s is that eventually you destroy everything you touch. See I won’t have to do anything, you’ll do it for me. And when you screw things up, like I know you will. I’ll be waiting right here for Y/N to come running into my arms, telling me how wrong she was about you and your good for nothing family”.

Kol was about to retaliate when he noticed you re-entering the room. Observing both men.“Everything okay in here?”, you slowly asked even though you could hear the entire conversation from the back room, thanks to the thin walls.

Kol broke eye contact with Marcel and walked over to you with a smile, “Never better darling. Marcel and I were just coming to understanding, isn’t that right?”. He kissed the top of your forehead and then turned to smirk towards Marcel, who had a sour expression.

“As long as you know your place, then yeah, we have an understanding”. Marcel snapped.

You heard a low growl come from Kol and decided that this was the best time to end this conversation. Placing a hand on his chest, you nudged him towards the door. “I think it’s best we get going, you know, it being late and all”.

Kol happily exited the bar, you took your time in closing the door to mouth “I’m sorry” back to Marcel. He simply nodded and gave a warm smile in return.

Back at your home, Kol had been in a foul mood since leaving. He hadn’t uttered a word and kept mumbling something under his breath. Watching him roughly open the fridge and then close it again, you placed the coat that you were holding onto the rack beside the door and went over to grab his hand to lead him to sit down.

Softly playing with his hair, because you knew the calming affect it had. He closed his eyes and pulled you down onto his lap.

“I know it’s hard, but you and Marcel need to find a way to be civil”, whispering to Kol who’s arms tensed at the mention of Marcel.

“Darling, that’s never going to happen. I can’t be civil with a guy who’s plotting to destroy my family and steal my girl”. He frustratingly responded.

Getting up from his lap, you spoke while walking into the bedroom. “Well you’re going to have to find a way, because I’m not going to be in the middle of this mini feud you two have going on any longer”.

Undressing out of your work clothes into an oversized t-shirt, Kol was now occupying the bed suggesting he was going to stay the night. As you were settling in, Kol turned to you. “Promise you’ll be careful, love”.

Looking at him confused. “Marcel would never hurt me, Kol”. You told him, quite offended that he’d even assume such a thing.

He pushed the covers from his body and reached for his jeans, “What are you doing?”. Asking him while trying to ignore the pit that was forming in your stomach.

“I need to clear my head”, he threw his top on and started to aim for the door.

You knew better than anyone what clearing his head actually meant, racing to block his way. Kol exhaled sharply. “If you want to feed Kol, then-”.

“Darling, the only thing I want to do right now is punch Marcel. But I know that’ll make you upset, so I won’t. I’ll be back shortly, just going to go get some fresh air”. Kol, lovingly kissed you before leaving.

The last thing you wanted was for Kol to do something stupid, so you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and sent Elijah a message. Hoping and praying that if anything were to happen, Elijah would be fast enough to stop it.

the fake ah crew makes a bet to see who can get the farthest into the police station before getting arrested because they’re idiots with nothing better to do, apparently, and:

gavin gets tackled the second he starts walking across the parking lot

geoff gets pulled away as soon as he walks into the station (he shaves off his mustache at michael’s urging and tries again and it takes over five minutes for anybody to recognize him, like what the fuck)

and then ryan pulls off his mask and goes in. everyone expects him to be taken down immediately, but he gets in with no trouble. walks around. waves cheerfully at all the officers. gets snacks from the vending machine. acts like he owns the place.

everybody stares. ryan casually mentions that he has lengthy, polite conversations with the chief of police every few months, and everyone stares harder.

he shrugs. “i keep telling you guys to use masks. nobody knows who i am as soon as i take it off. what, you think i wear this thing to get hot dates?”

(but really, though, who would expect the dorky, bespectacled, polite man in dad jeans to be the same guy who wiped out half the shopping district last month while laughing maniacally? “you look like you build model train sets in your spare time,” ray says, horrified. “i don’t know how this is worse than the mask, but it totally is. somebody make him put the mask back on.”)

It’s been a year since Darkpilot came into our lives! Thank you for all the Benpoe universes <3 @tenukii‘s Benpoe AUs have really been a gift! Prince Ben and the masquerade in Downfall is a favorite. Also Cowboy AU.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of Guzma having a crush on someone who can't pick up on signals? Even if someone is flirting with them they won't catch on lol. He'd have to be super direct.

  • he’d get pretty frustrated. he’s not one to easily tell his feelings, so he’d often drop hints so he wouldn’t have to state his feelings outright.
  • guzma would have to be even more direct, like to the point where he’s like, “haha i KNOW there’s someone who does like you, haha…” while sweating profusely.
  • eventually, he’d get so exasperated he’d be like “LOOK, you’re hot so DATE ME.”
The Obligatory Mistletoe Fic

But written by me, so there’s that

Harry dug through his bag and groaned when he realized he had left his half-finished assignment up in the tower. He glanced up at Hermione guiltily and she just shook her head.

“I’ll, er, just go grab it and be right back then,” Harry said quickly, pushing out of his chair and hurrying out of the library. He desperately needed Hermione’s help on the theory part of the transfiguration assignment due after the holiday break and she was headed home in two days.

So he wasn’t paying attention as he should have been, which is to say, he had completely forgotten about the rogue mistletoe that had been put up around the school by romantics and assholes alike. Until his feet stuck fast to the floor and he nearly faceplanted onto the flagstones. He just barely caught himself on the archway from which the nasty little plant hung, looking innocuous and seasonally festive. Harry desperately wished Headmistress McGonagall hadn’t left them up for some sadistic reason. He’d complain about it but all his friends thought it was lovely and romantic. All his friends were also in relationships and were far too wrapped up in themselves.

Harry was not in a relationship, Harry Potter was, in fact, irritable and annoyed because the only person in the whole damn school he fancied in the least was Draco Malfoy. It was like the universe never got tired of fucking with him. He finally killed old Tom No-Nose for the second time and he couldn’t even have a nice normal school romance for his nice normal last year of school. Nope. Malfoy had to come back to school looking fit as hell and left no room in Harry’s brain for anyone else.

Speak of the devil.

Harry groaned as Malfoy spotted him, glanced up at the doorway, and smirked.

“Stuck are you, Potter?” Malfoy sneered, sauntering over, “Where’s the Potter fan club when you need them to come suck your face and set you loose on the world once more.”

Harry stared blankly into space six inches to the left and slightly above Malfoy’s head wondering how his life had lead up to this point.

Malfoy frowned and stepped closer, “Has the mistletoe removed your last functioning brain cells? Granted, I was fairly certain you only had two left, to rub together for warmth.”

Harry had a lovely idea.

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First Sight, Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: Rafa sets Daveed and Reader up.

Words: 978

Author’s Note: Day 5! Two more days to go! I might have to wait until 1000 followers to do this again because we’ve already gained 40 followers in the past 5 days! You guys are so amazing!

Warnings: None?

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Rafa and you were rather unlikely friends, from rather humble beginnings. Partners on a random project in a high school English class turned lunchroom pals. You’d pass notebooks back and forth, ideas thirty years into the future, rhymes that weren’t quite great yet - but you were working on them.

Those midday scribbles in a year old notebook turned into college applications and an apartment rental split between the two of you.

Eventually, you had to go your separate ways - with promises of future support and care packages already planned out.

Your departure to the east coast put a strain on your friendship. There was an occasional get together when you happened to stop by for the holidays. Sometimes he would meet up with you, in town to ‘meet with some colleagues’.

You started to gain traction with your spoken word. Enough to pay the bills, but not enough to feel compromised.

Rafa visited more often as he grew closer to his new ‘colleagues’. He started inviting you out with these people, but you always politely declined. He insisted he could connect you with the people you deserved to be connected with, you insisted you were happy where you were.

“That’s not what I mean.” He told you one day over coffee, “Not professional connections. A personal one. You have a fan.”

“A fan?” You challenged. “Sounds…insane.”

“He’s very cute.” He insisted.

“Then you date him.”

“He’s got his eyes on you.” He sat back in his chair, “But believe me, if there was any inclination he was interested in me-”

“Alright, set it up.” You brushed off, nonchalantly, which was quickly met by a loud cheer of celebration from him.

He went to work quickly, texts at three in the morning on if it was appropriate for him to bring flowers for you, and whether or not you felt a coffee date was just a bit too casual.

Which is how you found yourself in a snooty New York bar, one beer in, wearing a dress Rafa had chosen for you. He had yet to show, and through it was still fifteen minutes until the time you had agreed upon, you were beginning to wonder if he ever would show.

“Y/N?” You heard.

You whipped around, only to be met with exactly the opposite of who you expected. Rafa had restrained himself from describing him - something about the element of surprise, and a poet’s first sight of love and blah blah blah.

He was certainly something. You didn’t know what to focus on, really, there was just so much to take in.

Then he smiled, and there was nothing else to look at. He raised his eyebrow expectantly at you, and you realized he was waiting for something from you.

“Daveed.” You answered, much more breathless than you wished to be.

“What brings you to New York?” You asked, after an extensive background of just how proud he was to be a west coast native.

“Broadway, I’m in rehearsal for a show right now.” He brushed it off, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Ooh, la, la! The lavish life of a Broadway actor!” You mused, ordering a water.

“Right.” He laughed, “Hardly lavish. This is the only solid food I’ve eaten all week.” He pointed to the bowl of assorted nuts, which he had been nervously picking at all night.

“Maybe we should have gotten dinner instead.” You faltered for a moment, realizing just how flirty that came off. He huffed out a laugh at your embarrassment.

“There’s always next time.” He told you, “Although, maybe we should be careful. Rafa might actually have a heart attack if he knows he set this up.”

You felt his hand on your knee - the first intimate moment you shared. You suddenly remember the rant Rafa had gone on that you half-listened to. The poet’s first sight of love.

“I had it with you.” Rafa told you, “When I met you, I knew I loved you. Pure, platonic, creative love.” You cooed out an awe, attempting to pinch his cheek, which he batted away, “I think there could be something there between you. Just give it a chance!”

“Do you have a pen on you?” You asked frantically as Daveed fished one out. You snatched a napkin from the stack near the end of the bar, scribbling away as fast as your hand would allow.

“What’s going on?” Daveed asked after several minutes of your insistent writing. “Did I do something?”

“No.” You mumbled, “You’re fine. Just-” Your pen faltered, you took a breath and met his gaze, “We should go out again.”

“Okay.” He said excitedly. “Whatever you say. When? Where?”

“Tomorrow morning? Breakfast before you go back to your ‘starving actor’ gig?” You stuffed the napkins into your purse, recapping his pen, shoving it in his hands.

“Keep it, it seems like you’re putting it to better use.” He glanced at his watch, checking the time. “We should get going, I have a hot date tomorrow morning that I can’t miss.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, balancing the pen on your ear.

He escorted you to the curb outside, quickly hailing a cab for you.

“Can I ask? What were you writing?”

You paused, wondering if it was too early to share. You took the plunge, fishing in your purse for the first napkin you could find. You pushed it into his hand without second thought and climbed into the taxi before you could second guess yourself.

He watched for a moment as your taxi retreated into the busy street, letting out a breath that was visible in the cold New York air.

He unfolded the napkin, barely able to make out your rushed handwriting.

The poet’s first sight of love - why Rafa may one day be my maid of honor.

Doctor, Doctor

A little miraculous ladybug doctor au for you! 

He was the best neurologist surgeon in Paris, people would come hundreds of miles to be treated by him. He was simply the best and he loved it. He loved meting his patients, getting to know them and then saving their lives. In all of his career, he never let the death of his patients get to him. He took comfort in the fact that he did everything in his power to save them, then move on to the next patient.

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anonymous asked:

15 for the prompt?

15 My friend made me a grindr/tinder profile without me knowing and you liked my profile and then sent me a message which just said ‘Bees?’ and I’m a little confused but intrigued.

Cloud had no idea how to respond. His roommate Zack threw his head back and laughed when he saw the message. He would have regardless of the message. He was the one who put the app on Cloud’s phone.

“This is a bit far to go for a prank war,” Cloud said with a glare in his direction. Zack caught his breath. 

“I know,” he said, “but…you need a hot date, or at least get laid. I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.” 

“I’d agree with you,” Cloud said, “but Bees?” Zack fell off the couch laughing that time. 

Cloud frowned and looked at his own profile. Zack had picked a really cute picture at least. He’d been honest with the information…he really seemed like he was honest about getting Cloud a date. 

He flicked back to the message. 

“BEES?” it read, nearly shouted at him. It was the first contact he had period. Looks like Zack wasn’t having any luck with helping him. He looked at who it came from. 

He whistled. The man on the other end looked like the usual tough guy…but he had such a sweet dorky smile. Cloud was a sucker for those. 

But bees? Really. 

Cloud decided he’d never get to the end of it. He started typing. Zack suddenly sobered up. 

“You’re replying?” He asked. 

“Well, yeah,” Cloud said, “He’s kinda cute.” Zack snickered again and tried to see over Cloud’s shoulder. Cloud turned away and sent it, sticking his tongue at his roommate. 

Almost immediately ellipses showed up. 

Sorry. Didn’t send that message. 

Cloud frowned. So close. But then again. 

Who did? Cloud asked, now even more curious. It took a little longer for a reply to come and Cloud did not expect the response. 

My kid. 

Cloud thought carefully and replied again. 

Oh. Okay. Wanna do a coffee? They can come too.  He knew the purpose of this app was for sex, but…Cloud really didn’t want that. 

And he liked kids. Once again it took a long time for a response. 

Sure. I’ll buy. Cloud smiled.

Nah, save it and buy them a treat. He giggled a little at the emoji he send back. Zack was watching him, waiting for him to say something as he set up the date.

Like hell Cloud was gonna tell him shit. 

Cloud watched as Barret Wallace walked into the coffee shop. He was holding the hand of an adorable little girl wearing pigtails. Barret walked over, a little shyly. Cloud noticed the little girl eyeing the chocolate chip cookie on the plate in front of him. Cloud pushed it towards the empty chairs across from him. 

“This is for you two,” Cloud said, “buy one get one free and all.” The girl’s eyes lit up. 

“What do you say Marlene?” Barret asked. 

“Thank you,” she said as she climbed into her seat. 

“So Marlene,” Cloud said, “Bees?” She giggled as her father blushed and broke their cookie in half. 

Once Upon A Dream

Is it possible to die of fluff overload from something you wrote yourself? because I swear I need life alert after this shit.

dedicating this one to @megatraven, since I know these two are your jam.

Femslash Feb 05- Stars

“Seriously girl?” Alya shook her head in dismay as Marinette giggled and playfully threw a pillow in her direction. “Any place in the world and money’s no object, and your ideal date is cuddling at home on the couch?”

“Well sorry not all of us are ‘spin a globe and fly to wherever your finger lands’ types.” Marinette retorted, sticking her tongue out at the brunette.

“As much as I love agreeing with Alya, she’s actually got a point this time.” Chloe said, ignoring the dirty look Alya shot her for her jibe. “Dream Dates are supposed to be special. Cuddling on the couch is something you can do any day.”

“Well maybe I think cuddling on the couch with the person I love is special, no matter how often I can do it.” Marinette retorted crossing her arms and turning up her nose to the duo.

“Or maybe you can get some standards, Dupain-Cheng.” Chloe shot back with a smirk. What’s so bad about getting spoiled every now and then?”

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