go ahead telling me this is not the cutest thing ever

Show Me That You Love Me

(ao3, buzzfeed article that inspired this nonsense)

(Monday, Feb 6)

Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me
AT WORK

Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that.
How creepy are we talking?  
You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.

Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying
But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend

Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?

Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party
It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit
And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so
Boyfriend

Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.

Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered.
I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover

Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.

Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.

Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?

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(Wednesday, Feb 8)

Clarke: WTF???

Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.

Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE
It smells like a rainforest
My allergies are killing me
Seriously. Why.

Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her?
Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?

Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know

Bellamy: I’m helping!
I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.

Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing

Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you?
Some might consider us even now.

Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up

Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.

Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all

Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.

Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.

Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?

Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself
Cause it’s on, Blake

Bellamy: Dammit, I did not think this through.

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Selfcare tips for smart cookies who are sad

If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!

🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS

🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)

🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture

🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)

🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee

🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right

🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)

🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere

🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better

🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”

🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)

🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie

🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around

Friends with Kids

I see your friends with benefits fics and raise you friends with kids.

A/N: So this started out as a list fic and then turned into 5,000 words.
 (Ao3)

For your consideration. Picture Holster as a coach for peewee hockey and there’s this little girl, let’s call her Piper, and she’s super cute and her parents are literally always late to pick her up from practice. Once Holster had to call them and remind them to come pick her up cause practice had ended an hour ago - and just, this girl is so awesome and loves hockey even though she kind of sucks at it and she carries this little Dora the Explorer backpack with her everywhere. 

So whenever she’s waiting for her parents to pick her up she’ll grab a book or toy or coloring book out of her back pack and at first she’d just play quietly while waiting, but then Holster tells the other coaches they can go on ahead (cause they’re always anxious to leave once practice is done since it’s unpaid volunteer work) and he starts talking to her. Eventually one day after practice she just sort of climbs up into Holster’s lap while they’re waiting in the lobby and gives him her book to read to her and his heart just? melts a little honestly

And he legit always comes home to Ransom - they’re roommates, again because Holster tried the whole nine to five thing three states away from Ransom and he would rather be barely making ends meet by working at the local hockey rink than making six figures if it means he gets to spend every day with his best friend - but that’s a whole other story. But anyway he is always talking about how smart Piper is and what funny thing she did that day. Ransom even feels like he kind of knows her because Holster talks about her so much. 

One day when they have a game on a day that Ransom has off from the hospital he surprises Holster by showing up. He talks to the other parents in the stands and quickly figures out which kid is Piper, because when they come out onto the ice Holster is practically carrying her and it takes almost a full three minutes of coaxing before she lets go of him and skates over to her spot on the ice. 

Ransom thinks that’s like the cutest thing ever. He asks the parents who are sitting near him whose kid she is and all the parents are saying she isn’t theirs and Ransom is confused before one of the moms sitting nearby asks who he’s talking about again. He points to number three on the ice and the mom tells him that Piper is in foster care and the parents – “are a steaming pile of shit.”

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EXO’s Reaction to you doing your make-up

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Minseok:

*It was the millionth time he’s seen you put make up on and he still has no idea how you remember which brush does what.When you asked him to hand you something, he just gives you a confused look.*

“Okay, sweetheart. I have absolutely no idea what brush you are referring to, you literally have fifty of them.”

Originally posted by ilovminseok

Junmyeon:

*He looked at you and then at himself in the mirror. Then back at you and back at himself. He’d walk up to you and observe carefully, wondering how come he does look as good as you when he puts on make up.*

“Teach me how to makeup.”

Originally posted by lycheepeaches

Yixing:

*Cutest sap. He’d flirt with you as you’re putting on eyeliner. Afterwards, you’d laugh at his cuteness for five minutes before going back to whatever it is you’re doing.*

“Honey, you don’t need make up. You’re already perfect.

Originally posted by laygion

Baekhyun:

*Absolute diva. You know I am going to bring this up but he will be the one doing your eyeliner. When you try to argue, he won’t be having it.*

“Excuse me, please sit still while the eyeliner master does his work.”

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Jongdae:

*Wants to join in on the fun and then has to scrub his face because he needs to redo his face for the date. It looked fun when you were doing it so he thought ‘why the hell not?’*

“Oh please, I look waayy better than you with this lipstick. Go ahead, take a picture and anyone will tell you that I look better. Don’t be jealous.”

Originally posted by purpleuhan

Chanyeol:

*Being a little sneak because before you came from the bathroom, he hid most of your brushes so you can’t use them. He didn’t like it when you wore make up because it masks your beauty.*

“The brushes? What brushes? Me? Hide them? I have absolutely no idea what causes you to say that but I would never do such a thing.”

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Kyungsoo:

*As he watches you pull out all your make up equipment, he feels lightheaded. All those brushes, all those palettes, all those colors. He then has to lay down and breathe before he is sent into the oblivion that is your makeup table.*

“Oh my god…No..no what is that. What are those brushes…where am I?”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Jongin:

*He loves it when you do your make up. Sometimes he wonders if you would ever allow him to do it for you. He wants to learn so he can help you.*

“No no, keep going. I think you look beautiful already but continue.”

Originally posted by illegalkai

Sehun:

*Sits there, admires you for a few seconds before leaning back and sighing. He just wanted to leave before the reservation is lost.*

“When you say ‘20 minutes’, were you lying? Because it’s been half an hour now.”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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Puppy Love

I wrote this last night at 2 AM haha
I go back to school on Monday so I’m trying to get as much content out now as I can
Hope you guys like this one! xx

Title: Puppy Love
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
Summary: You get a puppy, but Barry is a little bit wary of your furry friend
Word Count: 1,596
Warnings: Food mention

Your name: submit What is this?

             "I want a dog,“ you announce to Barry one morning during breakfast.

           Barry nearly chokes, spitting out his coffee. "You what?” he asks, still coughing.

           You giggle at Barry’s reaction, handing him a napkin to clean up the drops of coffee on him. He gladly accepts, an embarrassed flush on his face. You didn’t expect to surprise him so much with the prospect of a dog.

           "I want a dog,“ you repeat firmly. "I think that would be a good step in our relationship.”

           "Y/N, are you sure?“ he asks you, setting down the coffee-stained napkins. "I mean, a dog is a big deal.”

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Opposites Attract

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Fluffy 

Request: Hello ~ can I have a yoongi scenario where you guys get paired up for a group project, and you’re pretty much polar opposites, bUT A CRUSH !!! HAPPENS! Or something. I don’t know. You decide !!

Word Count: ~1.2k


   You sat at your desk waiting for class to start. A hum of noise coming from everyone around you talking to amongst themselves. Looking around at the others you notice one kid sitting towards the back keeping to himself. His face brought back vague memories of seeing him in the halls or with his friends at lunch. He seemed a lot more outgoing in his group of friends than when he was on his own. In class he was mostly quiet, only really speaking when the teacher called him for answers he never volunteered.

   As you were lost in thoughts about the quiet, dark-haired boy you were startled when you saw him turn his head to return your stare. You smiled slightly at him before turning your head back towards the front of the class. Pushing aside the slight feeling of embarrassment as the bell finally rang and the teacher went to the front to start the class as everyone gradually fell silent.

   “Okay, we’ll be starting a group project today.” He announced, causing the hum to start up again as everyone searched for the eyes of their friends. “Before you get too excited, I’ve already assigned partners.” A collective groan was heard from the class before the teacher proceeded to explain the project requirements and then announce partners.

   As the teacher announced your partner you felt the slight embarrassment from earlier return as you were partnered with the boy who’d caught you staring earlier. You looked back at him once again and found him already looking at you, he sent a small smile your way that you returned and then once again turned to face the front. The teacher talked a little more about the project and then instructed everyone to move to sit by their partners.

   Looking back to see if your partner planned to move you determined that you’d have to move back by him and started gathering your books. He didn’t look up at you as you plopped your books down on the empty desk next to him and sat down. You tried to shake off the awkward feeling and quickly returned to your usually bright state.

   “Hey, I’m Y/N!” You chirped, holding a hand out towards him.

   “Yoongi. But we both knew that because the teacher already announced our names.” Yoongi said with a short, quiet laugh.

   “I know, but I thought it’d be nice to introduce ourselves. I also couldn’t think of any other way to make you look at me. It seemed like you’d rather be anywhere else.” You laughed a little to show that you weren’t too hurt by it.

   Yoongi looked down at his desk and scratched the back of his head, biting his lower lip slightly. He mumbled a small ‘sorry’ and glanced at you from the corner of his eye. After telling him you weren’t hurt by it at all you started telling him some of your ideas for the project. He seemed content with most of them, mostly just looking at you and nodding as you talked. When you finished talking there was once again silence between the two of you, which was out of place amidst the rest of talkative people in the class.

   “Did you have any ideas for the project? We don’t have to go with mine just because I’m loud.” You said jokingly.

   “I like your ideas.” He assured you but you were pleased to see him finally smile for a reason other than to acknowledge you. You spent the rest of the time talking about the project, most of the talking being done by you but with Yoongi chiming in as occasionally. Before the end of class you guys exchanged numbers and agreed to meet after school to work on the project.


   For the rest of the day you found yourself thinking about him frequently. He was quite cute, you had to admit, and he seemed really nice. As time passed you found yourself getting more excited about seeing him after school, anticipating the opportunity to see him again. You had to remind yourself that it was for a school project and not to get too ahead of yourself.

   Most of your time after school was spent checking the clock, waiting for the time when Yoongi was supposed to arrive. When you finally heard a knock on the door you checked yourself in the mirror before opening it.

   “Hey!” You greeted with a bright smile. Yoongi returned your greeting with a big, gummy smile you hadn’t gotten to see earlier in the day and you found yourself thinking it was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen. After you offered him something to eat and drink you both made your way to your room.

   While you two worked on the project you caught yourself staring at Yoongi a lot. You both took frequent breaks while working and just talked and joked around. Eventually he had to leave and you found yourself feeling oddly sad, and anticipating the next opportunity to spend time with him.


   It was the day that the projects were due and with all the work you and Yoongi had put in you were sure that you would get an A. Yet you still felt a twinge of sadness as the prospect of not getting to spend any more time with Yoongi was swimming around in the back of your head. You had undoubtedly developed a crush on him over the few weeks you had been working together. Even though you guys were near polar opposites you found yourself attracted to those differences.

   At lunch you found Yoongi sitting with his friends and decided that you had to tell him how you felt before you got too attached and risked getting your heart broken. You gave yourself a quick pep talk before starting to make your way over to him. The whole walk over you spent nearly talking yourself out of it, finally reaching the group just as you were about to turn around.

   “Hey! What’s up?” Yoongi asked, smiling up at you.

   You hesitated slightly before finally regaining your courage, “Can we talk?”

   Yoongi stood from the table and followed you out of the lunchroom to a quiet place at the end of the hallway and waited for a second in silence before talking, “Is something wrong?”

   “Yes and no. I have a bit of a problem but I don’t even know if it’s a problem I’m kind of just turning it into one.” You took a deep breath and then finally just blurted out, “I like you.”

   At first Yoongi looked shocked which made you immediately feel like crawling into a hole but the bright, gummy smile that overtook his face a second later made you feel a spark of hope. While you were waiting for Yoongi to say something he had chosen another way to show you he felt the same. He looked around quickly to check that no one was looking and quickly leaned in to kiss you.

   “Should I take that as a, ‘You like me too?” You laughed when he pulled away.

   Definitely,” Yoongi replied and returned your laugh.


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A/N: To the anon who requested this I’m sorry I put it up so late! And I don’t really know how I feel about this but I tried and I hope you like it! Feel free to send in requests if you’d like!

anonymous asked:

I would love a part two for the lance 37 it was really good

WOW IM DEPRESSED THIS WAS DEPRESSING BUT HERE YOU GO ITS SUPER LONG AND ALSO ILL DO A PART 3 WHERE THEY GO BACK TO EARTH AND SUCH K BYE ;(

 

original requested by: @decayedrose part 1: https://takashishitogane.tumblr.com/post/159963806842/i-love-to-cry-so-maybe-lance-x-reader-with-32

 

It’s been 5 months. 5 months since you died in your lovers arms. 5 months since. When your body was brought onto the Castle, and shoved into a healing pod. They waited. Lance never left your side throughout that whole time, not once.

 

When Coran confirmed that you didn’t make it, everyone stopped. They stopped everything they did.

 

Pidge and Keith stopped their search because it was no use, you were dead. Searching for the one who killed you could get another member of the team slaughtered. What good would that bring?

 

Hunk stopped cooking only unless asked to. What was the point of cooking for fun when there wasn’t anymore around?

 

Shiro stopped pushing the Paladins to train as much before, they deserved a break, after what happened to you, everyone deserved a break.

 

Allura and Coran stopped sending the Paladins on dangerous missions. Though Coran designed new armor, one that covered all parts of the body. Thicker, safer.

 

Lance kept track of the days. And every year, on the anniversary of your death, he would stare at the stars and planets in the sky and cry. His tears would leave burnt skin behind as they shot down his face.

 

He dreams of you almost every night. Nightmare or not. He would dream of you smiling and laughing with him. He’d dream of the time you guys first met and what you’d look like at you and his future wedding. What you’d look like with your and his combined flesh and blood by your side.

 

He had nightmares of that day, the day he lost you. The day he invited you to join him and the others. That was the day he regretted it all.

 

Keith and Lance didn’t bicker as much anymore. In fact, Keith would check on Lance every night, knocking twice on his door and letting himself in, only to find Lance crying a little more than the night before. He’d sit on the bed. He wouldn’t even say anything, just sit beside him until Lance sat up and hugged him. Lance would sob, tears falling onto Keith’s shoulder, while Keith’s own tears seeped through his lashes and dropped onto Lances hair.

 

Keith checked on everyone now. As soon as the door to Pidges room opened he’d look at his feet. And listen to her slowly stand and walk to him, only to wrap her arms around his back and try her hardest not to grip too hard onto him.

 

Keith would check on Shiro and warn him to take it slow, don’t exercise too much, only for an hour or two. Shiro would nod, hug Keith, shut the door, and sign. Only to lay in bed and weep until his body shut off and he would reboot in the morning.

 

Lance was the one who checked on Hunk more than Keith did, Hunk was across the hall from Lance, so it didn’t require too much energy. But each time Lance opened that door, Hunk would sit up, lift his arm up and beckon Lance over to him. They’d sit beside each other, Hunk rubbing the sides of Lances arms, and listen to his cries and apologies.

 

Allura and Coran were the only ones who refused to cry in front of the Paladins. Staying strong was needed. Who else would stay strong if every paladin lost a part of themselves? They could barely stand without you. Luckily, they battled as though you were there, that’s only because they’ve started battling for you.

 

“Paladins!” Alluras voice rang through the comms. Beckoning them to see her. And when they did, they sat at the long table and ate what Hunk had cooked for them.

 

“You’ve been having a tough time with each other when it comes to forming Voltron. It reminds me of when you first came.” Her voice echoed through their ears. Keith was the first to speak.

 

“We’re sorry princess…” He mumbled, staring at his empty plate with his head down.

 

“Would you like to do a training exercise? Only one of course, I can’t push you too much and it’s very late.” She forced a smile, folding her hands together.

 

Allura got a few “Yes”’s and “Sure”’s from them. Yet she didn’t stand, that confused them of course because they thought they’d be fighting gladiators or going through mazes as they did the first.

 

“What’s it like?” She murmured, playing with a utensil nearby and looking solemnly at it.

 

“What do you mean, princess?” Shiro asked, eyebrows drawing close together as he frowned.

 

“What was it like when you lost her? I didn’t really know her all to well. So I genuinely wasn’t affected as much as you all were. I’m simply curious.”

 

“It was horrible, Allura, absolutely terrifying. I don’t ever want to go through that again. I wasn’t there when it really happened, but just that fear of seeing her….I- It was so, so scary.” Pidge spoke, her voice low and wavering.

 

Keith agreed, rubbing her back from beside her as he described the dread he felt. Almost everyone did.

 

“Lance?” Shiro tilted his head, leaning a bit toward him. His head was down.

 

When Lance looked up, his face showed exactly how he felt, his cheeks were clearly red as well as the areas around his eyes. A storm of tears came from them as they flickered toward Allura.

 

“Can you tell me more about her? I- I really didn’t know her at all. I’d like to know, very much.” She made contact with Lance once, only to look down right away as his gaze bore into her.

 

The others refused to answer for Allura, perhaps another time. But this was something Lance should do.

 

“I met her in, uhm, 3rd grade. I moved there when I was really little and I remember becoming really good friends with her.” He paused, breathing in deeply.

 

“Her mom, wanted her to be a doctor. She wanted to be a biologist. She studied in the medical and biology field, that’s why I brought her.” He laughed a bit, wiping away his tears as he leaned sideways in his seat.

 

“She left once, I remember, in 6th grade I think. She came back in 9th at the Garrison and oh my gosh she was so gorgeous. She grew, obviously, got a bit taller but she was still shorter than me, told her so too. Ugh she hated me for that.” He smiled a bit, his eyes drifting off.

 

“Her favorite color was Purple, then Pink. But when she came back it was (F/c). I remember getting her a bunch of balloons on her birthday in Pink only for her to tell me she didn’t like that color anymore. My mom adored her, same with everyone in my family. They thought she was the cutest most sweetest thing and I couldn’t agree because I would get a lifetime of teasing but now I regret it.” He choked out the beginning of a sob, his breathing becoming deep.

 

“I regret it because I should have loved her sooner, y'know? She deserved absolutely everything, everything in the whole entire universe. And the one thing I couldn’t give her was me because I was so scared and set on the fact she only liked me as a friend. And now, I regret it even more because if I hadn’t been so in love with her she wouldn’t have come with us, I was absolutely selfish. She could be safe right now! It’s all my fault!” He stood, slamming his hands onto the table. No one said anything, they only flinched.

 

“She could be alive, safe and sound in her home, maybe with my family probably comforting them because she was so good and nice. I have to be the one to go home and tell her mother and father that’s she dead! She’s dead and it’s all my fault because I was stupid and selfish and in love with her! I think about her…every. Single. Night. If she had lived we would be so fine, we would be absolutely happy and fine and great and I would’ve been going back to Earth with her. I could’ve married her and had kids with her and now I can’t.” His voice has risen in the beginning but dropped as quick as his heart had, he collapsed to his knees and lay his head on the table and wept.

 

By the end of his long rant, the room was silent. Lances cries were the loudest. He sobbed loudly like a child who didn’t get what they wanted.

 

The others wept as well. Coran stood behind Alluras chair, standing tall and holding it in so much but they still slipped out, he stared ahead and didn’t move a muscle.

 

Pidge had her face in her hands, tears peeking through the cracks of her fingers and soaking her hands. She shook with sadness.

 

Keith bawled, mumbles and sobs would occasionally come from him as he let all of his emotions out, letting them land in his lap, for all to see.

 

Shiro and Hunk cried silently, staring as their tears fell as well, Hunk wiped his away. Shiro did not, what was the point of getting rid of them if they weren’t going to stop coming?

 

Allura stood, going toward Lance and kneeling beside him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into the side of his neck. The others joined. In a large, large group bonding exercise.

 

“She sounds wonderful. She is wonderful.“ Allura murmured, her and all of their tears mending together, stitching and sewing their hearts back together. Mending the broken hearts you left behind in an attempt to save them all.

 

how you get the girl [1]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompt: In which the reader tries to help Steve get the girl, unaware that the girl he’s trying to get is the reader.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

tagging my momma @shayara bc im kind a proud of this and I want you to see this. remember that requests are open, so go ahead and send them in.

It was around midnight when you were sitting on your own in the living room of the Avengers Compound. The rest of the team were either on a mission or asleep in their respective rooms. You sat huddled in blankets, with a bowl of ice cream in your hands and an old 90’s rom com playing on the tv.

Entranced by your movie, you don’t notice the dinging of the elevator or the heavy footsteps of Steve Rogers. Steve drags his feet along with him until he arrives at the entrance of the living room. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed and a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watches you chug down ice cream with two thick blankets resting around your shoulders. He finally decides to announce his presence by moving to lay down beside you while simultaneously letting out a heavy sigh. You jump in surprise and Steve let’s out a quiet chuckle. “Shit Steve,” you mumble, eyes widening with surprise.

“Sorry, doll, didn’t mean to scare you.” He grins back. He shifts so his lying on his back, with his head in your lap and his hands folded over his chest. Steve lets out another overly exaggerated sigh. You quirk your brows and look down at him. He looks like a lost puppy with confusion swimming in his eyes and his bottom lip between his teeth—and it was quite possibly the cutest thing that you have ever seen.

You clear your throat. “Something wrong, Cap?” You mindlessly ask, trying your best not to seem too interested in his problem. Steve lamely shrugs. “Nothing,” he mumbles so quietly that you barley heard him.

You swallow your disappointment and smile back at him even though it probably looked more like a grimace than anything. Of course his not sharing his thoughts with me when he’s got Sam or Nat. “Okay, good.”

You sit in a peaceful silence for a while before Steve decides to speak up again. “It’s just,” he starts and your eyes lit up, “I like this girl,”

“Oh,” you say, the glimmer in your eyes dying down and your excitement long gone.

“Scratch that, I think I love her!” Steve looks up at you with a gleeful smile and it takes every part of you to stop yourself from crying or throwing up. He was in love. The man you loved was in love. A sudden anger takes over you. How dare he sit here and tell you about how he might be in love with some girl when you’re sitting right here. You who’ve done all you possibly can to show him that you’re there, there for him and there to love him through everything. You’ve been there through Peggy, through the nurse Kate—or rather Sharon Carter—and now when you finally think you have a chance with him, he pulls this!

“But there’s just one problem,” Steve’s voice tears you from your train of thoughts. You cross your arms over your your chest and opts to biting your lip rather than to let all your anger out on him. “Mhm,”

Steve sits up next to you. “I don’t know if she’s interested or not. I mean, we’re great friends, she might even be my best friend after Bucky and Sam!” Ouch. And here you thought you were his best friend after Bucky and Sam. You bit on to your lip harder to keep the anger and hurt at bay.

“So I was thinking about trying to win her over, you know, old school style. Maybe get her some flowers and stuff, do you like flowers, y/n?” Steve pulls out his phone, you presume its for taking notes. “And maybe some chocolate too, what’s your favorite kind of chocolate?”

There’s a ringing in your ears that you can’t seem to get rid of and you can barley hear as he asks for your favorite type of music. By now you’ve actually started drawing blood from your lip and your knuckles have an ugly pale color from clenching them so hard. You push your blankets of off you before grabbing your bowl of half melted ice cream and standing up. Your sudden movements seem to have startled Steve who was now staring at you with wide eyes. “I don’t know Steve! Why won’t you go ask your best friend instead?” You hastily turn around and walk out of the common room, leaving a very confused Steve Rogers behind.


“And then I walked out!” You finished your rant with a breathless huff. Wanda gives you sympathetic smile before reaching over to gently squeezing your knee and hand you another tissue. You mutter a quiet “thanks” and blow your nose with it.

“So,” Wanda begins, “do you know who the girl is?”

You shake your head.

“Really? Not even a slight guess?”

You sigh. “I don’t know Wanda! Maybe it’s Tony’s new assistant Rebecca, maybe Peggy Carter has another niece, who knows?” You throw your arms up in exasperation before crossing them and Wanda fights back a laugh.

“Okay, well whoever it is, I’m sure they’re a wonderful, amazing person.” You frown again, why is everyone so hellbent on reminding you that you’re not good enough.

“Yeah, me too,” you say. You push the blanket off before standing up from where you were seated on Wandas bed. “Thanks for everything Wanda, I’m gonna go to bed, good night.”

“Good night.” Wanda murmurs in return. She watches you as you walk out of the door and carefully close it after you. Wanda lays down on her back, staring up to the ceiling with a smile. Using her telekinesis, she flicks the light switch before getting under her covers. “What an idiot.”

The Perfect Prom (Part 2)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Prom has been more of a nightmare than the dream you hoped it would be. Thankfully, you have a friend like Peter.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Just me venting my feelings about my sucky prom. I wish I had a Peter in my life <3

[Y/N] = your name

PART 1


When your feet hit the ground, you were slightly disappointed that your ride around with Spider-Man had officially ended. Frankly, you didn’t want to let Peter go, but he insisted that he had to get out of his suit before anyone saw him.

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Don’t Wanna Fall In Love

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “Oh my god you have no idea how happy I am that requests are open! You’re like my favorite writer on here. Okay so could you do one with punk Gerard and like everyone hates him and so does Y/N but then one day they get paired to do a project for school and so they have to meet up at Gerard’s house and Y/N is not happy about it but then it turns out Gerard’s actually a total sweetheart and then lots of fluff thanks 😊”

Word Count: 1,814

Pairing: Gerard x Reader

A/N: omg you’re so sweet! <3

You know those kids at school that everyone hates, usually without reason? Everyone has always just hated them, well, Gerard Way is that kid. Of course he has friends, some idiot named Frank, but the majority of the school hates him and honestly you don’t know why. But you hate him too. You like to tell yourself that you hate him for good reason because you’re not the kind of person to go around hating people without thought as to why, so your mind supplies you with the little things he does that drive you nuts. Like how he always starts debates in class so the teacher will forget to assign homework, or how he never seems to change his clothes, or the way he looks better in makeup than you do. They’re stupid reasons to hate a person, especially when he’s never even spoken a word to you, but he’s Gerard Way and you’re supposed to hate him.  

“Is he assigning partners today?” Your best friend asks you as you file into your Spanish class. You have been talking about your midterm project for a few days but you can’t get started until partners are assigned and you’ve been hopeful every day all week.

“I hope so,” You reply, taking your seats beside one another.

The teacher is too tall for his pants, he always is, and his socks are scrunched down around his shoes. He looks like a dorky grandpa who dances to quiet music at the family party. His eyes are a faded out grey but when he starts talking and Spanish tongue fills the room he lights up and his eyes dance across the class like everything is filling with colour and life in front of his very eyes. It’s the main reason you like him so much, his passion for what he’s teaching.

“So let’s talk about your project,” He starts and a few kids groan. He starts pairing kids off and you get more and more worried the more names he says, losing friends left and right until finally he calls out your name and…Gerard fucking Way, of course.

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Like She’s Mine (part six) - Stiles Stilinski

I’m sorry this is late guys but here she is! 
warnings: mentions of sex as always, and swearing, as always

part one
part two
part three
part four
part five


“Stiles” I said, blinking my eyes quickly as though testing to see if he was real.

“You-you’re- you’re here” I said, a slow smile spreading on my face.  He was already grinning.

“Hey y/n” In seconds his arms were wrapped around my waist and I was hugging him so tightly I couldn’t breathe for a few moments.

“Wow, you’re here, you’re here early!” I said when we pulled away.  He nodded a little sheepishly, and I stepped aside.  “Come in, I’ll show you around the new apartment” I said.  He closed the door behind him, and I peeked around the corner to make sure Madi’s room was shut.  Thankfully it was, I would just tell him that’s Allison’s room and she liked her privacy.

“I got here last night, I just went back home and was at Scott’s for a bit this morning but uh, he said Allison was coming over for the day and I should go hang out with you”

“Wow, glad to hear you were so thrilled to see me” I said, and he rolled his eyes, hitting my arm gently.

“No, that was just his way getting me out of the house so him and Allison could bang” he said bluntly, making me snort.  He wandered into the kitchen, looking around a bit before sitting at the table.  Instantly I went to the sink and began to do the dishes.

“Sorry the place is a mess, I’m a mess, if I’d known you were coming-”

“No no, it’s cool” Stiles chuckled.  “I always knew you were the one to steal that sweatshirt” I looked down to see that I, in fact, was wearing his old lacrosse sweatshirt.

“Wow, that felt so long ago” I said smiling slightly before picking up a plate and scrubbing vigorously.

“It sort of was I guess” He shrugged.  “You finished all your online courses right?”

“Yep, I’m officially on summer vacation.  Did you ditch the last week?”

“No actually, I took my exams early so I could come surprise you, talked to Scott on the phone the other day and thought it was a good idea” You nodded, drying the plate and setting it on the counter.

“Well I’m glad you did.  I’ve missed you being around here” He let out a soft laugh and a barely there smile.  “You like DC right?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s nice.  Lots of new places to eat.  I’ll have to take you some time there’s a cafe there I think you’d like a lot” I nodded and grinned at him.  

“Yeah that would be cool” I told him.

“So does breastfeeding hurt?” My heart stopped.  I was sure I was going to go into cardiac arrest.  Did he just say what I think he said? I set down the bowl I was holding, and turned slowly.  I stared at Stiles, his eyes glued to the floor.  “Cause I was surprised that Scott told me that’s what you chose to do” Tears welled in my eyes, but he still wasn’t looking up.

“Stiles I-” I froze again when his head just shot up, hard eyes meeting mine.  But there were tears in there too, I could see.

“Let me guess.  You ‘were going to tell me’? ‘You didn’t have the right moment’? Is that it?” I swallowed painfully, unable to find the right thing to say.  “Because if I do the math right, you knew while I was here.  You knew and you didn’t tell me, while I was still here” He sounded so hurt it killed me inside.

“Stiles, I really was going to tell you… some day”

“Oh.  I’m sorry.  Some day.  When your kid’s twenty two and I get an invite to a wedding.  But I threw away the invitation because I didn’t think a Madison Rose l/n existed! I didn’t go to your girl’s wedding because I never knew you had a baby!” I let out a choked sound as tears spilled over.

“Stiles you’re being crazy-”

“No y/n, I’m being realistic.  How could you not tell me? We were best friends-”

Were?” You emphasized the use of his past tense.  He tensed up, and his mouth stopped moving, just hung open.  “Stiles, that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!”

“Oh, but Allison knew-”

“ALLISON WAS STAYING HERE TELLING HER DIDN’T THREATEN HER FUTURE LIKE IT WOULD’VE THREATENED YOURS!” I screamed, I just didn’t care anymore.  I didn’t care if the neighbors heard, I didn’t care if he began to cry, I was pissed.  “Don’t you get it Stiles!? I couldn’t tell you, because tell me what you would’ve done if I had” I groaned out the words.

“y/n I would’ve stayed in an instant I wouldn’t have been mad-”

“No, you weren’t allowed to stay.  You had such a bright life ahead of you and I wasn’t going to let you throw it away because I made a mistake!”

“But that’s what best friends do isn’t it!?” He shot up from the chair, waving his hands frantically.  “They help each other! I wasn’t here- I- I didn’t help you at all! Because I didn’t know-”

“Maybe I’d dealt with enough disappointment in my life! Did you ever think of that Stiles!?” I rubbed my hand over my forehead, and he sighed.  It was quiet for a few moments.

I could not believe this was happening.

Stiles took a few deep breaths in a row, until he walked over closer to me.

“Come here” He said softly, and I closed the distance, falling into his arms and letting him hold me tightly.  “I wouldn’t have been disappointed in you, y/n.  I’m not disappointed in you.  I think you’re brave, and made a good decision” I sniffled, trying not to cry into his shirt.

“But I lied to you” I whispered.  He thought for a moment, then ran his fingers through my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.

“And I wish you didn’t” He said slowly, and I wrapped my arms under his, my hands resting on his back and I pushed myself closer.  “But I forgive you”

“You do?” He nodded, pulling back slightly and pressing his lips to my forehead.  My eyes fluttered shut as I relished in that moment.  It was quiet again as we just stood there holding onto each other for a few more minutes.  It was our silent apologies and the solid message of it was “you’re still my friend and I still care about you no matter what” I held on as long as I could.

“y/n” Stiles put his chin on top of my head, and I hummed.  “You were right” I pulled back, furrowing my brow slightly.  “I would’ve stayed…  here for the year” He said slowly.

“I know” I replied quietly.

“I also would’ve beat the living shit out of Theo” I smiled a little as his hands pushed m hair behind my ears, still stroking through it.

“Well you’d be in line behind Allison Lydia and Scott” Stiles tsked, shaking his head.

“I’d get out that old baseball bat and everything-” I pulled away from him, heading back to my room.  “Hey- where’re you-”

“I’m going to get dressed so we can hang out today, we’ve got a lot to talk about”


“The cutest is when- oh no that’s- wait! Ugh I can’t pick one” I groaned, putting my elbows on the table and resting my head in my hands as I thought.  Stiles chuckled from across me, taking a drink of his coffee.  He’d asked me what Madi’s cutest quality is, but I just couldn’t pick one.

“When do I get to meet her?” He asked, a big smile on his face that made me melt and my heart swell.  “What?”

“Hm?”

“You gave me a funny look” He said, and I glanced down at the mug in my hands for a moment.  Then looked around me, at the other people at our favorite cafe.  I wondered if they were regulars.  If they’d often seen Stiles and I here together.  I figured we’d be memorable, we weren’t very quiet.  I wondered though, if they remembered us, if they thought we were a couple.

“I was just thinking” I said, shrugging my shoulders, then lowered my voice.  “Do you think these people come here often too?” I asked him, and he looked over the other tables just as I had earlier.

“Perhaps” Stiles responded, pursing his lips.  “Do you think they’d remember us?” I chuckled linking my fingers together round my cup.

“Oh definitely” I said with a giggle.  We talked about meaningless things again, high school memories seeing that we were college students now.  It made me feel old, realizing I was a mom and had a somewhat steady job.

I told him that tonight Scott Allison and Lydia were coming back over to the apartment with Madi.  I told him he should come, and he made a pft sound, assuring that he’d be there.  I grinned as we walked aimlessly around town.  Somehow, his arm wound up being hung loosely around my shoulder, and it was like we just slipped right back to where we were.  Happy, loud, and outgoing teenagers that could walk around and talk about everything and nothing at once.

He dropped me off back at the apartment, and we shared a quick and right hug before saying we’d see each other later.  He told me he was very excited to meet Madi.  When he left, I did a little happy dance in the living room.


After a long shower and bath, like I had previously scheduled, I was painting my fingernails a nice deep blue color.  I was sat on the couch, towel on my head, and wearing denim shorts and an old band tee shirt.  I was happily flicking the brush across my nail as my show played, and it was such a content mood I almost forgot I had one teensy, weensy problem left.

You were still in love with Stiles.


An hour later, there was knocking on the door.  “It’s open!” You called, too busy tossing the salad in the kitchen.

“We’re here!” Alison sing songed, and I heard the happy gurgling of Madi.  I squealed, tossing in a few extra tomatoes before rushing over to the door.  You grinned big as Allison pushed in the stroller, Scott and Lydia behind.

“Hi Madi! Hi sweetpea!” I said sweetly, and stooped over to lift her up. “Oohh, were you good for Allison?” I said, holding her at my hip as I looked to the others for an answer.

“She was! She was very good” Allison said, kicking off her shoes and walking into the kitchen with Scott on her tail.  Lydia went into the living room, sitting on the couch and crossed her legs.

“Hold on Scott” I said, and I must’ve given him a borderline death glare, because Allison caught my telepathic message to take Madison.

“Oh man” Scott said under his breath.

“We’ll be right back Alli” I said in a sickeningly sweet tone.  “Walk with me to the hall, Scott?” He nodded, following me out of the apartment.  I made sure the door was unlocked when I closed it.

“Look, y/n I want you to know I’m so sorry and I swear to god I didn’t do it on purpose-”

“Scott… will you just tell me what happened? Because I was sort of humiliated this morning” I said quietly and slowly.

“He came over and we were just talking and he said how excited he was to surprise you and I was too happy for him being back and all of us hanging out again and I sorta just slipped up and said that he’d love Madi and how she’s such a special girl” I sighed a little, wrapping my arms around myself.  “It was a total accident y/n I swear”

“I know, I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose”

“Right, we’re friends I care about you-”

“Because Allison would’ve whipped your ass” I retorted with a chuckle, and it was uplifting to hear his small laugh as well.

“Yeah that too, but seriously, any way I can make it up to you, just let me know” I chuckled and shook my head.

“No no, it’s fine, really I just.. I don’t know curiosity got the better of me” I said with a nervous laugh.

“Hey, it’s cool” Scott shrugged, and held his arms out.

“What’re you doing…?”

“Come on, bring it in” He moved his hands, beckoning.  I laughed again, eventually closing th distance and letting him hug me.  Scott ended up picking me up which made me laugh more before he set me back down.

“Uh, hey guys” I turned to see an awkward Stiles standing in front of us.

“You came!” I said releasing Scott to wrap my arms around Stiles’ neck, but quickly realized he was holding a bag.  A birthday one, pastel pink with darker pink circles on it.  He put tissue paper in it and everything.


“Yeah of course I did” He said sheepishly.  Scott excused himself back inside.  I gestured to the bag in his hands.  “Oh” He grinned wide.  “It’s for Madi” He said.  I thought for a moment I was a puddle on the floor, but nope, still solid.  It was only my heart that has melted.

“Awe come on inside” I said softly, and he came in next to me.

“Stiles!” Everyone sorta cheered, and he awkwardly raised his hands.

“Where’s Madi?” You asked.  Lydia, who was sitting on the floor, back to the rest of the group, leaned over slightly.  Giving us perfect view of my little girl.  She had a block in one hand, the letter R painted on it in red, and in the other she held the small blue wolf that she’d grown so attached to.  She was sucking audibly on the pacifier in her mouth, and she was sat happily on a light green blanket Lydia had spread out.  I grinned happily and walked over to her.  When she looked up at me she smiled and her pacifier fell out.  I chuckled as I plopped myself next to Lydia in front of her.

“She’s just been sitting here, hitting this block on the floor and on my foot” Lydia said, laughing loud enough to get Madi to look at her.  I picked up the pacifier by the handle, and held it to her, silently asking if she wanted.  Her response was hitting it gently with her hand.  I rolled my eyes a little.

“She’s adapting your sass Lyds” I said, standing up.  Stiles was still standing near the doorway, eyes soft and smile caring as he watched her.  “Well come on, let her get to know you” I urged with a sweet smile.  He nodded rapidly, crossing the room and setting the gift bag on the table as he took my previous spot on the floor.  I walked to the kitchen to wash the pacifier, but secretly watched them from behind the wall.  In seconds he had her giggling and wrapping her hands around his long fingers.  I smiled to myself as Madison seemed to study his hands.  Stiles was looking to Lydia and Allison, confused as to why the girl was just staring at his arm.  Until she raised her arm and high fived the back of his hand.  She smiled and giggled in reaction to his chuckle.

I did eventually go clean off the pacifier, setting it on the counter when I finished before going back to the living room.  Dinner was still cooking in the oven, and the timer had said five more minutes.

I watched Stiles interact happily with Madison from my spot curled up on the end of the sofa.  Allison and I were chatting here and there, but my entire focus was practically on my daughter and best friend.  I think she realized this, because mid sentence she stopped, and just gently laid her head on the side of my shoulder.

“They’re the cutest aren’t they?” She whispered to me, and for a moment I thought that he’d heard, but he was too wrapped up in Madi.

“Yeah they are” I hummed back.


We ate dinner while Madison continued to play in the living room.  We were going to just sit around the table in talk, but Allison and Stiles got too excited and rushed out of the kitchen to go play with Madison, who seemed content to have people around her again.  Lydia nudged me as she stood.

“Good for her to have a male figure in her life, yeah?” A blush creeped up my cheeks at her subtle implication, and I looked to Scott for a moment, who was grinning like an fool.  I didn’t say anything, deciding to just quickly follow Lydia into the living room.

“y/n, y/n look!” Stiles called, and I walked over to where he sat on the floor in front of Madi.  He scooched himself back a little and beckoned his hands.  She crawled over to him

“Oh, Madi!” I clapped my hands together as I scooped her into my arms and pulled her into my lap.  “I’m so proud of you!” I tickled under her chin and she giggled.  I looked up to Stiles, who was watching out interaction.  “That was her first time crawling” I said, and his features lit up.

“Really?” I nodded.

“You got her to crawl” I told him, tearing up at the slightest.  He leaned over, just enough to wrap his arm around me in half a hug.

“Well you’re very welcome” He told me as I attacked her with tickles.  Splutters of giggles coming from her lips as she squealed.

“Dynamic duo” Allison commented, making Lydia chuckle and Scott mumble something else.  I didn’t hear it right, but it made the three of them burst into laughter again.  I looked to Stiles.

“What’d he say?” but he just flushed and shrugged his shoulders.  I pursed my lips, but shook my head and discarding the curiosity from my train of thought.

“Hey, can I crash on your couch tonight?” Stiles asked as Madison began to curl up in my arms.  I fully cradled her.

“Yeah I’m going to Scott’s for the night” Allison answered before I could.  “Couch is all yours”

“And I’m staying with my mom tonight in the old house” Lydia said.  “No nail polish fumes” She added with a chuckle.

‘Yeah sure I guess you can stay in my apartment that my friends just offered to you” I said with a small giggle.

“If it’s trouble I don’t-”

“No no” I cut off Stiles, smiling kindly at him.  “It’s fine, I was just messing with you” I told him and he smiled in relief.  “I’m gonna take Madison to bed, I think she just used up all her energy on you” I said, standing up still with her tucked safely in my arms.

“Au revoir” Allison called, laying across Scott’s lap on the couch.  Lydia squirmed as the brunette’s legs came into contact with the her stomach.  I watched her leap off of the sofa and walk to sit on the floor instead.  I turned the corner, opening the door to Madi’s room.

“Alrighty” I said softly as I laid her down in her crib.  “Night night Madi” I carefully tucked her blankie around her and watched her eyes heavily slide shut.  “Love you” I hummed, leaning over to give her her goodnight kiss on the head.

“Is she always this angelic?” I jumped and turned, not knowing that Stiles had come in.  He was leaning against the doorframe.

“Jesus I didn’t hear you” I said laughing slightly before looking back at Madi.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  You got lucky with a perfect child” I chuckled bitterly and shook my head.

“Perfect yes… but angel… ha” I rolled my eyes and tucked Madi again, desperate for something to do.  “She likes to wake up at two am screaming and bawling for no reason” He cringed and I shrugged.  “Also she went through a phase of puking every day, at least twice.  And it didn’t look of smell like it came from a human” He laughed but made a long grossed out sound.  “Come on over” I said, waving my hand in towards the room.  He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.  He crossed the room to stand next to me, looking down at my sleeping daughter.

“She’s so peaceful” He commented quietly and I nodded in agreement, giving a small hum.  We stood there for a few more moments in silence before walking back out of the room, the monitor in my hand.  Allison was now sleeping, big surprise, and Lydia was casually going through her social media.  Scott just sat silently, petting Allison’s hair here and there.  He seemed to be thinking deeply, but maybe he was just zoned out.  You can never really tell with him…

“She fell asleep the second you left” Lydia said with a quiet laugh.  “Just crashed” I smiled good heartedly.  “Scott here’s like  rock.  Just sitting silently for the past five minutes. Quite awkward might I say.  I tried making conversation but he’d only nod or shake his head.  Not even in the right places” I chuckled again.  “I think I’m gonna head out anyways” Lydia said, standing up and yawning.

“What?” Scott perked up at Lydia’s announcement.

“I’m exhausted, and it’s already ten.  I told my mother I’d come over more around an hour ago…” I chuckled softly.

“You’ve never been at home at the times your mom wants to be.  Wasn’t your curfew nine all through high school?” I asked.  Scott snorted.

“Lydia Martin doesn’t do curfews” He mimicked in a feminine tone.  I had my giggle, not wanting the strawberry blonde to glare at me the way she was at Scott.

“Ha ha.  But seriously” Lydia stood, smiling softly to me as she held her arms open.  I accepted the hug and she rubbed my back for a short moment before pulling away.  “I’ll see you tomorrow probably” She said with a soft and tired giggle.  I nodded.

“Thanks for coming over Lyd” She nodded back before heading to the door.  I watched as she slipped her shoes back on, and waved as she walked out.

“Bye guys!” She called before closing it behind her.  I sat against the couch, butt on the floor and my back pressed against it.

“You look exhausted” I looked up to see Allison looking down at me from where she laid in Scott’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping” I said.

“I’ve been in and out of it.  I think it’s been a long day for all of us” She responded.  

“Definitely” I mumbled.  But caught the look on Stiles’ face out of the corner of my eyes.  Maybe it was guilt, I couldn’t really tell.  Just that he acknowledged my comment.  I didn’t say anything else, just sat thinking to myself as Allison uncurled herself from Scott.

“You wanting to go?” Scott asked, and she just nodded.  I was glad when she leaned over to hug me rather than make me stand.

“Bye Alli” I said, and she squeezed me tight for a moment.  “What was that for?” I whispered under my breath, only for her to hear.

“You know” She murmured back.  “Don’t let him slip away again” She added in the same secretive tone before pulling away from me and standing again.  I just stared at her with wide eyes and parted lips.  “See you later y/n”

“Bye Al” My voice was a whisper.  “Bye Scott” I hadn’t even realized her boyfriend was already waiting at the door for her.  They waved at us and I waved limply back.  WHen the door shut, Stiles sat down next to me on the floor.

“You okay?” He asked me quietly, and pulled his legs up, arms wrapped over the top of his knees.  The same as me, though I was tightly holding my legs to my chest.  I didn’t say anything, just kept on staring at the same spot on the floor where the carpet’s color was ruined.  Allison attacked me in a tickle fight and I spilled nail polish remover there.  I wondered if whoever moved in next would notice it.  If they’d wonder what the stain was from.  If they’d come up with some crazy story as to why that part of the carpet looks more white than beige.  Or if maybe they wouldn’t notice at all.

I hoped they’d be the ones to make up stories about it.

He caught m memo of just wanting to stay quiet to myself, so he stayed silent as well.  Which I appreciated as I continued to think about that spot on the floor.  Why it was so important for me to think so deeply about, I don’t know.  I just wondered if the story was going to stay or not.  If it was truly a permanent spot.  When he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, I looked over at him, our eyes meeting for a moment as I sank into his side.  He was warm, and smelled of vanilla.  After a little more thinking of that stain, I let my head fall on his shoulder, and thoughts of him invade my mind.

“Yeah I’ll be fine” I mumbled out long after he’d asked the question.

“Okay” Was all he responded with.  I released my legs, letting my knees fall slightly against his thighs.

I couldn’t tell you how long we sat there like this.  His arm around my shoulders, my head now lying on his collarbone, legs pressed together.

It was really nice.


part 7 out in a bit loves!

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also madi @celestial-writing bc she’s such a sweetheart and meh baby (literally)

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xoxo ~ Jordie

Young parents ( Fetus Harry Styles x Reader)

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

A/N: Neither the GIF nor the picture above belongs to me! Photo belongs to @huedpacks! Thanks for allowing me to use it! <3 I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes and typos. Hope you enjoy this imagine. You can also check out my other imagines! Love you!


“I love you, baby girl.” I cooed to the little bundle of joy in my arms. Rocking her slowly back and forth, I whispered sweet nothings to my two month old baby. I have never felt happy in my entire life. She was the best thing that could have happened to me. She looked very much like her father. Brown curly hair, mesmerizing green eyes, her lips. Everything about her looked like the young man that I loved whole-heartedly.

I have to admit, the beginning of my new life as a mother was not very easy. Our baby had been a surprise actually. She was not planned to be created. Especially at our young age. Harry has become a father at the age of 17 and I was sixteen as he got me pregnant. I didn’t know how it could happen. We always used protection while making love to each other but I think the last time we did, we weren’t cautious enough. I didn’t put the blame on him though, not at all. Having kids with Harry was something I’ve always dreamed of. It was only a bad timing, I guess. However, I didn’t regret anything of it. He gave me the precious creature on earth. Our daughter.

As I found out about my pregnancy, I panicked. With tears in my eyes and heavy sobs escaping my mouth, I ran over to Harry’s, holding the positive pregnancy test in my hands. I felt desperate, not knowing what to do. My body was filled with fear. Fear of confronting Harry with the news, fear of looking into my parents eyes. Fear of meeting Anne, Robin and Gemma. What would they all think of me? We were so young to become parents.

I still remembered the expression and Harry’s face as I showed him the result of the test. The color in his face vanished rapidly, turning completely pale. His whole body trembled slightly. He was as helpless as I was but nevertheless he remained strong, pulling me towards him and wrapping his arms around me.

“It’ll be alright.” He murmured into my ear. “We can do this together. I’ll take care of you.”

We told our parents that evening. I was so afraid of their reaction but Harry, Harry was more courageous and tougher than I could have been. Of course, we did expect their terrified and shocked reactions. My parents looked at me with a disappointed look on their faces. They told me to consider abortion as an option to get rid of that child, which made me even more shocked than I already was. I was afraid of them abandoning me if I didn’t do what they told me.

“It’s not your decision to make.” Anne interfered with anger evident in her voice. “If she wants to keep the baby, so she should do it. I admit, I’m not very happy about my son becoming a father at such a young age but nevertheless Robin and I are going to support them no matter what happens. If you’re not willing to support your child nor cooperating with us, then you should leave. We will take good care of (Y/N) and the baby. She has already become a part of our family.”

I admired her persistence in that moment. Anne being Anne, she saw always the positive way of life. And I loved her for it. Whatever she did to convince my parents, they apologized to me and became supportive during my pregnancy stage. Harry was my rock, he tried to be there for me as much as he could. We spent lots of time together, more than we usually did. The best moments were those where Harry started to talk to my baby bump, peppering it with kisses, stroking it and singing to it with his angelic voice.

“I can’t wait to hold her in my arms.”He told me. “Once she’s here, I’m going to spoil her as much as I can. I’ll treat her like a princess. I’m going to protect her. I’ll try to be the best father she has. I promise.”

I never doubted everything he said to me. He worked hard in the bakery to earn money, taking lots of shifts that he could. I appreciated his effort, I really did, but I also felt guilty. I knew he had dreams. He wanted to go to X-Factor to fulfill his biggest wish. Becoming a singer. But with the baby on its way, I kinda felt like an obstacle in his life.

“Don’t you talk like that, love.” He said sternly, as I told him my worries. “Neither you nor the baby are keeping me away from anything. Believe me or not, this is everything I wished and everything I could ask for.”

He was only 17 but so optimistic and excited. I could tell by the way he looked at me and my growing belly.

“I see a bright and happy future ahead us.”

Now that our baby girl was finally here, I was more excited for the future.

“Who’s the most beautiful baby in the world?” I whispered, caressing her cheek. “That’s you my love. Mommy loves you so much. Daddy loves you even more. We love you, Darcy Anne.”

I knew Darcy was a name he wanted to give his first daughter so we did. I also wanted to name her after her Grandma because she helped us a lot. Without her help and advice, we wouldn’t know what to do. I owe her so many things. She was my second mum.

I hummed a lullaby, causing Darcy to fall asleep. She loved when you sang to her. She loved it even more when Harry sang to her.

“Hey.” I turned around and was greeted by Harry, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He smiled at me adoringly.

“How long have you been standing there?” I inquired.

“Not too long. Just came in and caught you singing to her.”

I put Darcy into her crib, covering her up with her pink blanket. Harry joined me as we both watched our baby girl sleeping. Her tiny chest lifted and fell with every breath she inhaled and exhaled and believe me it was the cutest thing ever.

“Isn’t she lovely, Isn’t she wonderful, Isn’t she precious, Less than one minute old…” Harry sang, wrapping his arms around my waist. I had to grin, laying my hands on top of his.

“Have you made your decision yet?” I asked him.

“About what, darlin’?”

“Applying to X-Factor. I know you still want to go, Harry. Do whatever your heart desires, my love. I’m going to support you as much as I can. And don’t worry about me or Darcy. We won’t be alone. We have our parents who are there for us. So, please Harry, do it. I could never forgive myself if you can’t fulfill your dreams.” I was being honest with him. I couldn’t forgive myself for holding him back from something he really loved to do.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Harry responded, kissing my temple gently. “I will think about it. But now, I just want to spend time with my family as much as I can. X-Factor can wait. I mean, Darcy isn’t going to stay like this forever and I don’t want to miss anything in her life. Her first everything. Her first steps, her first words, her first teeth. To experience those things means more to me than X-Factor.”

I smiled at him, cupping his cheeks and kissing his lips softly. We stood there another few minutes, staring at our baby girl with pure love, adoration and admiration in our eyes and our hearts.

“My little family.” Harry murmured.

Secret Idol Relationship With Zuho

- is literally the fluffiest and cutest most caring boyfriend ever when he is with you- backhugging you while you guys walk to a hidden café and would feed you every single bite of your food and get matching couple things but when you both are on stage, it’s like he doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t even talk about you to the sf9 members or even mention he’s a fan or that he’s aware of your existence but that’s how you guys never ever get caught.
But he would do very cute and small actions like when both of your groups are at the same music show prerecording for simply kpop and you had to line up next to him- it would just pure silence until you felt his finger brush against yours and he then proceeded to hook his pinkie finger with yours for a few seconds before letting go slowly, making you smile. You didn’t want to turn your head to look at him so you both are just staring straight ahead but would continue to play with each other’s fingers for the rest of the time.

-You two were always luckily on the same shows like weekly idol where your group would be with his and some of the sf9 members would have to to win your heart as a game so you can pick who to pair up with and zuho would just try his best as possible to not get partnered with any of your members, never lining up behind them to be a contestant. And he thought it was easy peasy until when it was your turn, all of the sf9 members lined up behind you and he’s just like wtf I should have told the members im dating her dammit everyone get out my way.  But he’s also super confident your going to pick him anyways because ‘duh pick me im your boyfriend’ but however for ratings, the mc’s and everyone started to ship rowoon with you because you two look the best couple and zuhos just super salty and you could tell so you politely turn down roowoon and admit that you were a big fan of zuho causing everyone to freak out and zuho couldn’t help but smile and break into an awkward shy laughter. Then everyone would push him next to you and the mc would ask 'zuho what do you think of her?’ and he’d avoid eye contact and just stare at the ground but would softly say with a small smile 'she’s my favourite idol’ Goes back to the dorm and he would decide to tell all the members about his relationship with you because after this day he doesn’t trust any member anymore lol.

-Whenever he misses you, he would just be super quiet that day and text you stuff like 'I miss you TT…when will I see you again, why is the day so long?“ And would take pics and send to you of everything he was doing, what he was eating, where he was going and take a shiton of selfies but they’re all pouting. When you do get to see each other it’s you always sneaking into the practice room late at night when he’s the only one staying behind on purpose and you’d always bring pizza or chicken with you and that would be the best date you both could even ask for and the members are always wondering why zuho spends his nights in the practice room instead of sleeping at the dorm.

-on his birthday you bought him a simple silver bracelet and he legit never took it off since. On interviews and radio shows when they ask him about it, he would say it’s his lucky charm and that without it he wouldn’t feel confident and Inseongs like 'that’s so true. One day he left it in the bathroom and freaked out, barging into both dorms and going through everything and making a mess everywhere.’ And the members would all agree because legit if anyone tried to wear the bracelet zuho wouldn’t forgive them for a long time. He would even let the stylist take off the bracelet during performances, that’s how much this bracelet meant to him.

-You guys end up dating for 5 years until one day, someone finally looked through all the cctv’s of the practice room, catching you guys eating pizza. 

Originally posted by dinojaeee

Good For You (Connor Murphy x Reader)

WC; 1,771

TW; Uuuu swearing? Depressed reader :<

AN; I changed the lyrics a bit, don’t murder me loves.

REQUEST; so like idk if this is stupid or if ur still taking requests but a connor murphy x reader where it’s kinda like the reader is singing good for you to him bc he fucked up ??? idk i think it would be really interesting to read and end it with fluff maybe ?? fluff is good

You heard a knock on your door, and you reluctantly got up to answer it. You blinked a few times at your best friend since 2nd grade.

“Connor?” You mumbled, stepping aside to let him in.

He nervously smiled as best as he could fake it. You glanced him up and down, noticing his all black outfit.

“How-How are you?” You muttered, trying to make conversation and figure out why he was here subtly.

“I’m- Well, I’m okay.” Connor almost whispered, wringing his hands.

“Can, can you help me?” Connor mumbled, looking at his feet with a pink face

You felt your heart flutter as his hair fell into his face and he pushed it back behind his ear gently.

“Of course I’ll help you, Con.” You said lovingly, guiding him to the couch and sitting next to him.

His face scrunched up as he tried to think of what to say. You turned a light pink as you noticed how adorable he had looked. You were in love, and you had been since you were both fourteen. Sure, you had drifted apart as you grew older, but you still admired him from a distance. He always seemed to know when you were watching him, so he acted as normal as he could. He tried not to get angry at anyone or say something rude to anyone.

You were Connor’s only hope, and he couldn’t loose you. He didn’t know how he was feeling towards you, so he pushed you away as well as the confusion.

“I-I need help asking this girl out.” Connor blinked, looking up at you.

For a moment, just a moment, you felt hope inside yourself. Maybe this was like a cheesy movie scene. You just needed to play your role.

“Oh yeah? Who is this girl?” You smirked, resting your head on your hand and leaning forward a bit for exaggeration.

“Oh, uhm. Her name is Jasmine Cephas Jones.” Connors face turned bright red and he practically had heart eyes.

Your face fell for a moment and you faked a smile. You should’ve known.

“I know her, and I can totally set you two up!” You cheered, trying to hide the fact your eyes were watering slightly.


“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jasmine called, smiling the cutest smile ever. You had wanted to hate her, but you could never. She was so sweet, and you were just jealous.

Connor grinned at you, gesturing to their intertwined hands. You raised your eyebrows and faked another smile. You’d been doing that too much.

“So the date last night went goo-?” You began, getting cut off by the bell.

“Oh! Gotta go, (Y/N)!” Connor smiled again, the realest smile you had ever seen from him. You watched your all time crush and his girlfriend run down the hallway. You stood there until there were only two people in the hallway.

You spun around with tears in your eyes, heading to leave the school with your head down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Evan Hansen at his locker, watching you practically run by with tears streaming down your face.

You had heard him following you, trying to keep up without running.

“W-Wait, (Y/N)! Wait!” Evan called, making you slow down to a stop in the hallways.

“What, Evan?” You said softly, your voice breaking.

“Are-Are you okay? Why-Why are you crying?” Evan gently grabbed you by the wrist, making you look up at him. You noticed he was only a few inches taller than you. You noticed he was fidgeting with his other hand. You noticed the cast on the arm on his left arm. You noticed the bags under his eyes. You noticed his slightly disheveled dirty blonde hair. You noticed his lips, chapstick smeared on them. You noticed the look of panic on his face as he looked at you.

His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He could tell you were breaking slowly. You had dark bags under your eyes, and your eyes were swollen from crying so much. Your hair was messy, and you dressed in darker clothes than normal. You wore long sleeves, which you’ve never worn before. He didn’t think you even owned long sleeved shirts.

Evan pulled you into his arms, which was completely out of character for him. He was worried about you. You had known each other for the longest time, and you were a family friend.

“You like Connor, don’t you?” Evan whispered, putting his hand on your head.

You nodded into his chest with tears rolling down your face.

“I’m so sorry.” You had both whispered at the same time.


You waved bye to Evan, smiling brightly at him. You and Evan had become really close ever since you had told him everything a week or two ago. You hadn’t spoken to Connor since that day. You tried to, but he was always really busy. You felt anger towards him every time he told you he was too busy to hang out.

You tried to convince yourself you were better than that.

‘Don’t hold grudges, (Y/N).’ You would say to yourself when you got mad. You took up a new hobby of writing lyrics without any music. You were currently writing a piece called “Good For You”, but you hadn’t gotten past the second lyric.

You walked back into the house and only a minute later you heard a knock at the door. Thinking Evan forgot something, you answered it without looking who it was.

“Connor?” You asked, a bit shocked.

“Oh, good, (Y/N), I need your help.” Connor mumbled, walking into the house.

“Wha-?” You had began, growing a bit angry he only came to see you when he needed something from you.

“Jasmine is losing interest in our relationship, I need you to help me spice things up.” Connor paced your kitchen, his arms crossed.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Murphy?” You growled, stepping forward.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Connor squinted at you, angry and confused.

 “So you found a place where the grass is greener. And you jumped the fence to the other side.” You began, repeating the lyrics you had written down.

“Is it good? Is she giving you a world I could never provide?” You held back tears, and you started to sing louder.

“Well I hope you’re proud of your big decision. Yeah, I hope she’s all that you want and more.” You sang, walking closer to you.

“Now you’re free from the agonizing life we were living before.” You sang, watching Connor’s face drop as he listened to the lyrics.

“And you say what you need to say, so that you get to walk away. It would kill you to have to stay trapped. When you’ve got someone new.” Connor’s eyes were wide as he realized he had been ditching his best friend.

“Well I’m sorry you had it rough, and I’m sorry I’m not enough. Thank God she rescued you.” The last line made Connor confused, and that was a feeling he hated.

“So you got what you always wanted. So you got your dream come true. Good for you.. Good for you, you, you.” Your voice was raspy and cold, and you were crying.


“Got a taste of a life so perfect, so you did what you had to do.” You turned away, unable to let him see you cry.

“Good for you, good for you!” You shouted, glaring at him.

“Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong? Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along.” Your voice softened as if you were singing from another perspective.

“And you say what you need to say. And you play who you need to play,
and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind!”
Connor had tears in his eyes as he watched you yell, letting it happen.

“Well I guess if I’m not of use. Go ahead, you can cut me loose. Go ahead now, I won’t mind.” You insisted, your voice cracking.

“I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go. Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?” You repeated, gently shoving him into the counter and walking around.

“I’ll just sit back while you run the show. Is that good for you?
Would that be good for you, you, you?-”
You sang, not expecting Connor to sing over you.

“All I need is some time to think. But the boat is about to sink-”

“I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go, is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?-”

“All the words that I can’t take back, like a train coming off the track, ‘cause the rails and my bones all crack -”

“I’ll just sit back while you run the show, is that good for you?-”

“ I’ve got to find a way to stop it, stop it! Just let me off!” Connor sang, his voice getting loud. Tears ran down his face as silence over came the room. You were both panting and crying, tears dripping down both of your faces.

You and Connor both ran at each other and hugged, tears getting on both of you.

“I-I’m so sorry, I lo-love you.” Connor sobbed into your shoulder. He couldn’t believe he almost lost you.

“I love you, Connor. I love you so much.” You mumbled as Connor gently lifted your face and kissed you by the lips.

You both made up that day, and Connor ended his relationship with Jasmine on good terms. You and Connor had started dating, and all of your friends were in full support of it. Especially Evan.

RFA Boys When MC Tells Them She’s Pregnant

Yoosung

  • He’s online playing LOLOL after a long day at his clinic
  • He doesn’t really have a chance to do this often
  • VVV excited to talk to his guildmates after a long time
  • MC taps him on the shoulder
  • “I need to tell you something”
  • Looks kinda nervous
  • She doesn’t know how he’s gonna react
  • He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen and tells her to go ahead
  • “It’s really important”
  • Good Husband™ Mode activates and he tells his guildmates to cover for him
  • Forgets to mute his mic
  • When he hears he’s so happy!!!!
  • like extremely!!!!
  • His guildmates hear too
  • and you can hear them cheering for him through his headphones
  • “Way to go Yoosung!” “You did good, bro!”
  • And some innuendos you chose to ignore
  • Such a happy guy tbh
  • Gonna be such a great father
  • He likes to cook meals for you now
  • Also, likes to hug you from behind and rest his hands on your baby bump when you start to show
  • in love with hugging you from behind when you sleep too
  • he’s just so enamoured with you and everything that you are now
  • because you’re! The! Mother! Of! His! Child!
  • His mind is just blown by this concept
  • And he just loves that idea and everything that it is
  • you’ve made something great
  • Kisses you and the baby, even before you start to show, goodnight every night

Jumin

  • Honestly, he’s not all that surprised
  • Knew exactly what he was getting himself into ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Wants to get MC the best care
  • Insists that you gets the 10/10 of all prenatal vitamins
  • Even though you can eat certain foods in moderation, like fish and caffeine
  • NO
  • NO FISH
  • NO CAFFEINE
  • “But, babe, I can have a little bit! C’mon I love sushi…”
  • “Nope.”
  • Nothing to risk the wellbeing of his child
  • Puts a picture of the ultrasound on his desk so no one hits on him bc that’s a bother
  • Constantly updates it every time MC gets another one
  • You better bet the maternity pics are 10/10
  • And don’t forget Elizabeth the 3rd
  • becomes vvv attached to MC’s bump and sits with her 95% of the time
  • Jumin has lunch with MC whenever possible
  • Always asking how you’re doing and if you so much as complains about something he gets it fixed
  • Feet hurt?
  • Shoes with memory foam insoles and stay in bed
  • Head hurts?
  • Requests tea(caffeine free ofc) and also rest
  • And also bet that MC is looking 100 all the time with her maternity clothes
  • He’s also 100000% more affectionate with you even though he surely never lacked affection before??? because you’ve MADE A PERSON
  • and he thinks that’s amazing
  • Stays home as much as possible during the last month bc he doesn’t want to miss the baby’s birth POOR JAEHEE

Zen

  • SO!! HAPPY!!
  • Announces it to the fans after the first trimester has passed bc he wants to make sure nothing unexpected happens and after MC starts to show
  • THE FANS
  • They ship it so hard
  • I mean they’re married
  • but cutest married celeb couple ever tbh
  • He has a thing for MC’s stomach now
  • Once she starts to show he loves to rest his hand on it passively
  • Doesn’t even notice
  • But you secretly love it
  • You notice he becomes a LOT more protective of you
  • “Babe, be careful”
  • “Please don’t fall~”
  • Does all the heavy lifting
  • Likes to read aloud too
  • Mostly his scripts
  • Loves to sing to the baby from the day he finds out too, even though it can’t hear until week 18 I did hella research for this guys appreciate it
  • Sometimes MC complains about how she looks
  • Not on his watch
  • Thinks she looks 10000000% gorgeous
  • And makes sure she knows
  • “You know, they say a woman looks more beautiful after she’s been loved” OH MY GOD KRYS STOP BEING SUCH ANIME TRASH
  • That was a “Say I Love You” quote, btw
  • Their kid is gorgeous of course I mean You’re gorgeous
  • He’s gorgeous
  • Kid is gorgeous
  • Simple math
  • Also likes to kiss the baby bump
  • “The baby can feel my love, MC, okay?”

Saeyoung

  • Tbh, he’s a little scared
  • Scratch that, a lot scared
  • Don’t get me wrong, he’s ecstatic
  • but also scared
  • He didn’t grow up in a good home
  • And he doesn’t want to be that kind of parent
  • “What if I’m not a good father??”
  • “What if I mess up?”
  • “What If I drop it? Oh my god, MC WHAT IF I DROP IT??”
  • You just laugh, kiss him and assure him that he’ll be great
  • “You’re not like your parents, you’re so much better, and, hey, you have me to keep you on track.”
  • 10/10 needed to hear that
  • Nags you to eat more and aLWAYS ON TIME
  • “the baby needs more food than that”
  • “It’s only a month, Saeyoung! It doesn’t even have a stomach yet!”
  • He can’t wait tbh
  • He wants to take the best care of them because he wants to be everything to his child that his parents weren’t
  • Loves you SO! MUCH! More than he did before, even though that’s probably not even physically possible
  • Because hello??? His child is inside you?? You’re the mother of his child???
  • He protects you so much and makes sure you’re always safe totally nOT with a tracker on your sweater
  • Does SO MUCH research to make sure he never makes a mistake
  • Even though of course he’s going to
  • Everyone does???
  • And online shopping
  • BUILDS IT TOYS
  • Just like the robotic cat
  • Wants to teach it to code
  • He wants it to look more like you
  • “there can only be one person who looks like me in this world, and that’s me”
  • “Saeyoung you’re a twin”

-Krys

How Would You Rate The Quality Of Your Call? (Vernon Smut)

Summary: You and Vernon have a long-distance relationship, but always manage to keep it strong, mostly thanks to Skype. But one thing you never thought you could maintain over the internet was your sex life. Smut. 

(AN: So here is the long-awaited Vernon skype smut; the one that you guys made it clear that you wanted. I hope it’s not a piece of shit?? Obviously smut warning and general warning for Vernon being a sexy piece of shit. Also normal svt antics ahead. -Tanisha<3)

Skype dates were a regular thing for you and your boyfriend, Vernon. Even though he lived on the other side of the world and the time zones constantly enjoyed screwing you both over, he always made time for you and you for him. If the two of you didn’t Skype at least once a week, than something was likely terrible wrong. In fact, it was often so that you got to see his face (however pixilated and distorted) more than three times a week.

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byunshim  asked:

Okey... Requesting mooore. No.20 with Nerdy!Baek. You are popular, but not a queenka, and you have a crush on Baek that no one knows about. He likes you A LOT too. He is super, duper shy. And on your date, some of the queenkas are in the same place and they start making fun of him. You cuddle up to him and shower him with kisses to piss them off, but also because you have been dying to do that since forever. :)))

Sorry I took forever! The drabble game’s closed now, though, so thank you for participating! :D

20. Blind date

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Anon requested a day off with Minghao scenario which is full of fluff

Minghao is beaming ear to ear when he opens the door for you, and before you can even say hello, he sweeps you into a hug.

“Woah, hi,” you gasp a little breathlessly as he squeezes you tight. “Someone’s excited!”

“I missed you,” he whispers. “I’ve been too busy for too long.”

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