he deserves more than one

we’ve always taken shelter in our unhelpable pride


top 20 degrassi characters (as voted by my followers): #4. Campbell Saunders

“How am I supposed to survive a whole season here? I have no friends, my hockey team hates me, my family is thousands of miles away and I’m crying in the girls bathroom.”

Listen. Daniel busted his ass to improve ranking, helped others along the way, is versatile and capable of being every position, was never center, or greedy to be, yet STILL shone every group battle, helped choreograph Get Ugly, led his team to victory for Open Up, admitted to his faults and need of improvement while being leader, took the position spot he didn’t necessarily want because the ones in the position he wanted wouldn’t have been good at it and he didn’t want them to fail, CHOREOGRAPHED “HANDS ON ME”, AND YALL UGLIES OUT HERE STILL SAYING HE DOESN’T DESERVE THE CENTER POSITION FOR WANNA ONE. 

thirtythreebetadelta  asked:

Hi! Can I please request headcanons for Optimus Prime not being a morning person? 🐝

The alarms were blaring throughout the base. Grumbling something unintelligible and rolling over onto his front, Optimus threw his arm up over his audials to block out the noise. Even though it happened every single morning, it still felt as though it was far too early to be functional as the heavy footsteps of battle-weary Autobots echoed down the huge corridors. Optimus heard a quiet sshhhk of his door sliding open and closed again with no noise being heard in between, it was the most obvious hint that it was you, the footsteps too stealthy to even be heard. 

He counted the seconds as you approached. 1… 2… 3… …17, 18… Finally, there was a tiny hand placed over top of the throbbing audial flare where you could reach. As though touching it were a button, the alarm ceased and silence settled throughout the base once more save for the muffled voices of the others outside. Your voice was gentle as you stroked the metal.


A groan of dismay from the gigantic Autobot.

“The others are already awake, you should come out and refuel.”

Another groan, and a dismissive curl of steam rising from the exhaust pipes on his back. I heard you the first time.

You sat there, stroking the sensitive metal of the leader’s helm while he huffed and mumbled his way into alertness. A finial flicked. Optics cracked open with a sliver of blue. Systems beeped and booted up, and an engine idled on with a low, healthy rumble.

Optimus rolled over onto his back, giving you the opening to crawl up over his chest and lean against the crook of his neck to stroke the cables there. He let out a heavy exvent and stared unfocused at the ceiling of the base’s room, letting a hand come up to cradle you against him. When you started stroking along those long finials, he let out a quiet, throaty moan and his optics slipped shut once more.

“Five more minutes?” He pleaded sleepily. 

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself, admiring the bot’s beautiful features, though you complied and continued your ministrations. There wasn’t anything particularly important that needed to be done today. No Decepticons on the scanners. No attacks on their base. Fowler wasn’t banging on their door asking for explanations. The other Autobots were healthy and happy, all things considered. 

Everything was doing… pretty alright.

“Five more minutes.”

On my video phone.

Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

Warning- smut.

HEY you should write a smut about the reader sending a naughty vid to dan/phil while they’re gone to YouTube or something and then dan/Phil get off to it :3 -Anon

They say that the honeymoon phase in relationships only lasts about two years. Well, yourself and Dan had gone way past the two years mark and the both of you were still head over heals for each other. It always sucked when he was gone for work. When he was on tour you were sure your heart was missing for the two months he was away. He had only been gone for three days this time but it was still killer. It was never the same waking up alone in bed. You almost poured a cup of tea for him this morning before remembering he was gone for another two days. Texting him was hard because the time difference in LA was stupid. Plus the fact he and Phil were crazy busy filming with everyone and anyone. The last conversation you had with him was at seven in the morning for him but three in the afternoon for yourself. It was a killer trying to text him at appropriate times in the day. 

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Requests: “Hi! How are you? I was wondering if your requests are open, if you could please write a fluff klaus x reader one shot where he finds her asleep in his bath and everything is all peaceful and he is grateful to have her.You can add any detail such as tucking her in bed, cuddling or whatever. Thank you!” (Credits to gif owners!)

Klaus kicked off his boots and tore his jacket away from his body while appreciating the Christmas lights scattered over the inside of the house as well as the outside. It amazed him to see what Y/N could accomplish when he was away with his family for a whole day. In the corner of the livingroom was the Christmas tree with even more lights wrapped around it.

He could picture his human tangled in the lights and accidentally tripping over the wires. Her tongue poking out in concentration as she managed to get them off of her and figure it all out. Then she probably wore herself out lounging around watching Christmas movie and hot chocolate by her side all huddled in her wool socks and thick pajama pants. The hybrid also knew that she was waiting for him to put the topper on the tree and to help her decorate it.

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anonymous asked:

I just want to know if the chick in the black hat and maxi dress is supposed to be some ruthless LA PR or publicist person. (This is my headcanon but also my wish since Louis needs some kick ass PR right now.)

Yeah I’m not sure if she’s supposed to be part of the lawyer team or doctor team or something else entirely. I can’t see her props. It would be cool if she was a ruthless PR person who was actually on Louis’ side though. He hasn’t had one of those publicly…well…..ever. He more than deserves one.

I really want more fics of people comforting Sam post CACW… like yes the rest of the crew went through some shit but like most fics seem to forget Sam?? i mean he feels responsible for Rhodey’s near death (not helped at all by t.s. blaming him for dodging a blast) that likely reminded him of Riley’s death. Then he trusts tony with Steve’s location, which ends very poorly for Steve and Bucky (both of whom Sam cares about, even if he chirps them sometimes). Sam logically knows none of this is his fault, but he can’t help the irrational and overwhelming guilt of it all. He’s probably having nightmares more frequently than he’s had since he first got back stateside. Like give me Steve rubbing his back and wiping the tears away when he wakes up screaming out for Riley in the middle of the night. Give me Wanda sitting and listening to him talk about the guilt and regret he feels over everything. Give me Bucky silently coming over to sad Sam on the couch, putting his arm around him and holding him for a bit (Sam glares at him a bit at first, and says, “I still don’t like you”, before cuddling into him). Let Sam be angry, and sad, and frustrated at all of what’s happened, and let him have support along the way.

I read way too much Malec fics and love them all. Then I thought, I should make a post that no one actually asked me for. All of these fics are work in progress.

Destiny Calls by clockworkswan (@swans-hooks-and-books )

(Imagine Malec in a fairytale or maybe in a world like LOTR’s. It’s just that good.)

Chapter: 11/?   Word Count: 109k   Rate: Mature

Summary: A Knights of the Round Table inspired AU.

When Prince Alec of Idris and his knights are tasked with finding the legendary Mortal Cup, they must risk venturing through the Shadowlands; home to many fearsome creatures, and downworlders.With the reluctant warlock, Magnus Bane as their guide, the quest soon becomes something more.A war is brewing in the Shadowlands. Dark magic has begun to call to creatures and mortals alike. A race to prevent the Cup from falling into the evil, exiled Lord Valentine’s hands adds even more danger to the prince’s quest.Loyalties are tested and hearts are swayed, but who will destiny call to?

Earth’s Mightiest Heroes (Or Something Like That) by @lecrit

(Read the story of world-class thieves and see how they suffer or fall in love or actually both.)

Part two of The Avengers Initiative. This will make no sense at all if you haven’t read part one. 

Chapter:11/?   Word Count: 73k   Rate: Mature

Summary: The thing is… Their plans have a history of not going accordingly so when they finally do, maybe they build a confidence a bit too quickly. Breaking Magnus out turns out to be indeed a formality. Selling the ruby, too. So what could possibly go wrong now?

In which our team of misfits has to deal with the consequences of messing with a dangerous man and again, everything goes according to plan. Or not.

I Won’t Let You Fall by @jezthemadficster

(Poetic, full of dance and emotions. Your heart might stop while reading.) 

Chapter: 6/?    Word Count: 75k    Rate: Mature

Summary: Alec Lightwood is the most beautiful and talented classically trained ballet dancer at the New York Arts Institute. He’s pressured by everyone in his life to carry the honor of the Lightwood name in the New York performing arts world, he feels trapped in a box. Magnus Bane is the most liked, respected, gorgeous, and innately talented hip-hop freestyle dancer who was accepted to the Institute on scholarship. He puts on the happy face for everyone around him, but inside he is broken and badly scarred by his past. When Alec finds himself wanting to branch out and add free movement to his final senior piece he seeks the help of the one person he’s been secretly drawn to for years. The one person he knows lives very much outside of the box.

In the Sin Bin by @otppurefuckingmagic

(I don’t even know hockey but I know my life would be meaningless without this masterpiece.)

Chapter: 15/25   Word Count: 160k   Rate: Explicit

Summary: As the goalie for the New York City Blazing Angels, Alec Lightwood thinks he’s finally found the team he can go all the way to the championship cup with. Then his agent and financial advisor are arrested for stealing their clients’ money, and Alec is forced to take on a side job doing endorsement deals, plus find a way to trust his new agent–Magnus Bane.

Alec hates Magnus the first time he sets eyes on him.

Magnus hates Alec more.

But they’re going to have to find some way to work together if Alec is going to make it to the championship.

Kiss With A Fist by clockworkswan (@swans-hooks-and-books )

(I don’t know how but this fic kills me everytime.)

Chapter: 17/?   Word Count: 124k   Rate: Mature

Summary: When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. Enemies to friends to lovers.

Magnus Bane’s School for Young Warlocks by Insomiak (@chairmanmeow-and-church)

(When you love a fic so much and you can’t write a proper comment on it because of your emotions.)

Chapter: 21/30   Word Count: 98k    Rate: Mature

Summary: Alec had never dreamt he’d be a father by the age of 25, let alone the father of a Warlock. He’s sure he can handle it alone, though. He doesn’t need anyone and neither do his kids.

(Or: Alec takes Max to Warlock School and finds himself falling fast for his teacher).

Set Me in Motion by @lemonoclefox

(Read the story of being a boyfriend of the wrong neighbor. But the right one is Magnus, so there is nothing to worry about.)

Chapter: 12/?   Word Count: 72k   Rate: Mature

Summary: Magnus spots a handsome stranger in the elevator of his apartment building – which wouldn’t be a big deal if said stranger didn’t turn out to be dating Magnus’s neighbor. In other words, his and Magnus’s paths end up crossing more than once, causing a friendship to slowly develop. Magnus should be complaining, but he’s not.

Take Me To Church by @m-aleciseverything

(My first Malec fic so I’m very emotional about it. :’) Are you ready for one of the slowest burn in history?)

Chapter: 18/?   Word Count: 201k   Rate: Mature

Summary: Alec is the acting head of the Institute trying to deal with the new pressures this title brings. A string of Mundane murders and strange demonic markings leads him to seek help from the nearest High Warlock, Magnus Bane. Upon meeting him, Alec realizes that his secret is at risk of being revealed. He tries to keep his growing attraction for Magnus hidden as best as he can. With the support of his sister, Isabelle, who is trying to find love herself; they both try to discover if they can let their worries go and accept love with open arms.

The Children of Merlin by @lecrit

(Imagine Auror Alec and shameless Professor Magnus!)

Chapter: 7/?   Word Count: 64k   Rate: Mature

Summary: Magnus Bane has everything he could have hoped for: a job at Hogwarts, a chaotic made-up family that he loves more than anything and the freedom of doing what he wants whenever he wants.

When his friends manage to drag him to a Quidditch game, he doesn’t expect it to change his life. For better or worse.

They call themselves the Children of Merlin and they are going to make his life a living hell.

Under New Management by Thessili (@highwarlockkareena)

(It just seems like a fake marriage because we all know Malec can’t be fake, ever.)

Chapter: 11/?   Word Count: 42k   Rate: Mature

Summary: Alec and Magnus never met each other. They didn’t join forces to fight the Circle when they attacked his lair, they never met to help Clary recover her memories.When the Clave refused to investigate the rumours about the rise of Valentine, Magnus, Luke, Raphael and the other Downworlders saw the problem coming for them. They banded together and rose up to stop Valentine.This story is set six months after his defeat.

Wild Life by crazyellephant

(I looove road trips and now I love ‘em more.)

Chapter: 3/?    Word Count: 39k   Rate: Not Rated

Summary: Alec Lightwood likes to go on road trips. He doesn’t pick up hitchhikers. But the one time he does, it’s Magnus. He’s in for an adventure or maybe even fall in love.

A Matter of Time by darcenator

(Imagine Malec as they are like Doctor & River Song.)

Part 2 of A Matter of Time Series. Must read Part 1.

Chapter: 4/?   Word Count: 19k   Rate: Teen and Up Audience


Excerpt from the Prologue: 

Magnus: “As a time traveler, Alec visited him in different eras of his life and yet time itself never distorted. Time obeyed in his presence. When he would eventually vanish back to his present, Magnus would discover new interests, spells, and pleasures in his absence until the next time they meet and time fixes itself again.

The ultimate curse of immortality: being left behind.”

Alec: “It’s agony being anywhere Magnus was not. Being immortal means having been abandoned by loved ones more times than he deserved and yet he would still choose Alec.

Time travel is cruel that way. Always going where Magnus can’t follow.”

Blue, Yellow and Green were our little cars by Realitysucks

(Gotta read if you wanna see cute little Malec in kindergarten.)

Chapter: 3/?   Word Count: 33k   Rate: Explicit

Summary: “For $200, Alec has to kiss a boy !” shouted Lily before raising her glass of vodka.

Alec stared at her with a frown. $200? he thought. It was a lot. He wondered with confusion how many books it would make and could already imagine them in his room. He really wanted those $200 now, but he didn’t know who to kiss and even less how.

He didn’t want to kiss a stranger, the only people whom he thought about were Jace and Magnus. His choice was quickly made, Jace was straight and had Clary whereas Magnus had no one.

Alec hoped he wouldn’t mind a little kiss.

For $200, he motivated himself before standing up under the encouraging and alcoholic cries of his friends.

FICLET: A Study in I Love Yous (2/2)

Part I here (and now also on Ao3)

She doesn’t admit that she loves him. Not aloud anyway.

She ignores the warnings on Omega, when her heart sings at the sight of him–when, for the briefest of moments, it seems as if everything is right in the galaxy. She almost hugs him, almost falls to pieces in the arms of her old friend. But Cerberus is watching, and she cannot let them see.

She denies it on the Normandy, when she stalks outside the med bay for hours. Miranda is incessant, but Shepard doesn’t want to give her answers, doesn’t want to explain how she did what was necessary to get him off that station in time to save his life. You lied to me about him, she accuses, with more anger than she intends, so I don’t owe you anything.

She keeps denying it through Sidonis and the Collector Base and all the stolen moments in between. She knows the line between friend and more has long since blurred, but she can’t quite figure out when she lost track of it. She can’t determine the precise moment when her harmless attempts to make him blush became intentional flirting became–whatever it is she feels the night he comes to her cabin.

She tries not to question it when she grabs his omnitool as he sleeps. She has run through every possible strategy for their attack on the Collector Base, every way she can keep him at her side. Every plan fails except the one where he leads the second fire team, but the thought–the nightmare–of them separating drives her to distraction. Their comms could be cut, he might not reach the rendezvous point, they might have to leave when he’s nowhere to be found. She cannot stop running through every horrific possibility, and so in those final twilight hours, she links his omnitool to hers. She gives him full access to her most jealously guarded possession, so that she can track his biometrics and geolocation. Mission be damned, she will not leave him behind.

She doesn’t know where that falls on the line between “just friends” and more, but it is decidedly Not Casual. She supposes she shouldn’t be surprised, though. As she nervously teased him the night before, she is nothing if not intense. She has never once managed to do anything casually. Never really wanted to try.

She hopes he understood her hints.

Menae changes everything. She hasn’t heard from him in six months. She nearly gives up hope of ever seeing him when she sees the state of Palaven. But there he is, standing tall on that besieged moon, and the sight of him, alive and in command, fills her with unexpected pride and admiration. She wants to embrace him, to tell him all of the fears she’s kept inside for the past half year. But just like Omega, there are too many eyes. So instead, she shakes his hand. It’s proper and it’s formal, and rattles her in a way that makes her start to question whether this Not Casual thing she feels is actually Love. She wonders, and she fears, whether he feels the same.

The answer, of course, is obvious–when she finally pays attention. He never actually says he loves her. Not aloud at least. But he tells her every day.

He tells her when she arrives at the war room only to discover that the petulant diplomats have resolved their unnecessary disputes. He tells her when she enters her cabin well past zero dark thirty, exhausted and frayed, only to see that her mountains of paperwork have been completed in triplicate. He tells her when she finds herself in bed, boots removed, though she’s certain she fell asleep at her desk over a pile of work. And he tells her when, despite the galaxy crumbling around them, he still finds a way to make her laugh.

He tells her in all the perfect ways only he can, and sometimes she hates it. She hates that she should find something that makes her so happy while so many others suffer. She hates that they found each other in the midst of all this chaos. She hates that she sometimes wonders if they could be happy together without all the carnage.

But then he takes her to the Citadel on the most perfect date, and she’s tired of denying herself the things she feels.

Reapers be damned, she’ll steal whatever slivers of happiness they can find. “I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” she admits, to herself and to him. She knows it’s a long time coming, and the truth floods her with relief.

But he doesn’t return the sentiment. He mentions something about Joker’s vids, and she knows he’s flustered. He stutters, like he did when she first mentioned blowing off steam, and she realizes he thinks she’s still just trying to make him blush.

She doesn’t say it again.

The words are not enough, and she’s not sure what is. She obsesses over the question, keeps a mental list of a thousand ways to tell him, but she lacks the subvocals to convince him of the depth of her feeling. He deserves perfect, and she can never give that to him. So she says nothing. She doesn’t want to screw it up again.

But of all the perfect things they have–friendship, trust, respect–time is not one of them. It never has been.

And before she knows it, he is injured and he cannot go on. His mandibles flare in desperation when he realizes she intends to leave him behind, and some quiet part of her whispers that this might be her last chance.

“I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” she says, and she knows it’s not enough. “And I always will.”

She catches the droop of his jaw, the frighteningly short moment in which he realizes she’s never been joking, and she melts at his response. She takes his armored hand in hers and, for a second, she is tempted to bask in this final captured moment. This sliver of time they stole from the chaos around them.

All too quickly, the screech of Reaper fire and the chattering of husks shatters that stolen moment. It’s not enough.

She can’t remember drawing her weapon, but the sounds of the Reaper forces fueled something selfish inside her, and it powers her forward.

They deserves more than stolen moments in a firefight.   

He deserves more than two hastily spoken I Love Yous, only one of which he believes.

There may not be a perfect way to say it, but he deserves to hear her try. A thousand times and maybe more.

She leaves a trail of carnage, a scattering of husks and Marauders in her wake, and as she reloads her heat sink, still drunk on fury and selfishness, she promises herself that this is the last moment she will allow the Reapers to take. The rest will be hers, to cherish and enjoy. She will make the time to tell him that she loves him in each of the thousand ways she imagined.

And may the galaxy have mercy on the poor soul who tries to stop her.

anonymous asked:

hi!! could I request a chubby mc who is super insecure about her body being nervous and scared about her first time with the rfa members?

٩(。•́‿•̀。)۶ I understand this one all too well! I’m chubby and I was very worried about my ‘first time’, but don’t worry! If they love/appreciate you, your body shape shouldn’t be a worry!

Note: I’m following common insecurity thoughts people have! And since this is more about her being insecure, I’m not focusing on a Nsfw HC aspect. Though if you want that just tell me and I’ll add it in or make a whole new post for it!

-He was so so excited to be with you, but you were still so scared
-Would he still like you even if you weren’t as skinny as the models pasted all over the city?
-It the girls in his class??
-Worse off, would he even want to have sex with you?
-It was so scary. You constantly questioned if you were good enough for anyone, let alone Yoosung.
-He was so sweet and caring, and you felt like he possibly deserved more than you
-After a month of you two dating, one thing led to another and the two of you were having a rather intense make-out session
-He started sliding his hand under your shirt, and you instantly jerked back in full blown panic
-“M-Mc? Are you okay? Am I moving too fast? I’m so sorry!”
-“Uhm, no. No I just…” You took a calming breath. “Do-Do you really want to see my without my clothes?”
-Yoosung swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. “I do, but only if you’re alright with it. I don’t want to force you into this, Mc…”
-“That’s not it. I mean like…I’m kinda…Fat, Yoosung. I don’t look that good without clothes.”
-He frowned, “You’re not fa-”
-“Yoosung, don’t even try to say that.”
-A bigger frown, and he made you look him in the eye.
-“You are beautiful to me. I don’t care what size you are, mc, okay? I love you. I love you even if you’re not- God, please don’t feel so bad about yourself. I can’t even see anything wrong with you.”
-You scoffed out of reflex, but he ended up pulling you into a hug
-“I love you so much, mc. We don’t have to go any further, not until you’re ready to, but please don’t talk so badly of yourself.”
-You felt stupid for tearing up, but you hugged him back, nodding against his shoulder.
-In the future, the next time you two managed to get that far, you bit your tongue about the negative comments you had about yourself and let yourself believe the praise he was giving you
-It was just going to take time to understand that he really did love every bit of you

-You didn’t feel extremely insecure until you noticed he just wouldn’t sleep with you
-Not the sexual sense- He wouldn’t even lay in the same bed as you
-The first few times you let it slide. I mean, you hardly knew him at that point
-But now you were practically living at his house, barely going back to your own, and each day together was perfect except he wouldn’t share the same bed with you.
-Were you too big for it? Was he just not attracted to you anymore?
-Back then he had made reasonable excuses, but now those same excuses were just repetitive and felt like him copping out from telling you how he did feel about you.
-So today you sat on the couch with him, thinking about this. How he wouldn’t share the bed, how he wouldn’t even cuddle with you.
-This meant sex was a no go as well
-God, he probably didn’t want to do anything with you did he?
-You started tearing up from the sudden rush of weird guilt and anxiety, quickly trying to wipe them away
-“Mc? Dear? What’s wrong?”
-He cupped your face and turned you towards him, frowning with worry as he studied your features
-“Are you in pain?”
-“No, no. I’m fine. It’s fine.” You pushed his hand away, trying to change the subject. “What’s the plan for today?”
-“Figuring out why you’re crying. Obviously you’re not alright.”
-He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? You sighed, still refusing to look at him while you finally let out your worries.
-“You…Don’t want to sleep with me because I’m too big, right? Can’t you just tell me instead of lying?”
-“Don’t be rid-”
-“No, don’t push it away like that!” You covered your face. “Am I really that disgusting? That you can’t even lay in the same bed with me? How is this relationship going to work? What about cuddling, or sex, or anything?”
-He refused to listen to you anymore. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
-“I have never, ever, lied to you, Mc. I don’t plan to, either. You are not disgusting, you are beautiful and radiant to me,” He slipped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “I didn’t realize this was hurting you so badly. I just wanted you to feel safe. Tonight we’ll sleep in the same bed, alright?”
-He kissed your head as he slowly rubbed your back, trying to calm you down as you starting crying into his chest. “I love you, Mc. I love you.”

-Zen was constantly praising you, calling you his princess and kissing your cheeks
-But that was as far as it ever went
-And to top it off, he did that with some of his fans as well. Well….Not the kissing part, but still.
-Sometimes you tried flirting with him to push things further, or to have the make-out session get a little too heavy, but he’d end it quickly and suggest you go home for the night
-Hell, you hadn’t even been able to stay a full night without him panicking.
-You didn’t know why. He put it under the guise of him wanting to be a gentlemen, or not being able to control himself, but the fact that he was almost as sweet to his fans made you worry
-Especially since most of his fans were far, far, prettier than you. And skinnier. And..Just better than you in general.
-Tonight you had managed to stay pretty late, around eleven, and he hadn’t say anything yet. More than likely he hadn’t noticed, as the too of you loosely cuddled while watching a movie. He seemed pretty engrossed in it.
-Alright. Tonight you were going to stay the night! Or at least try to…
-As the credits rolled, you watched Zen yawn and glance at the clock
-“Whoa! It’s almost midnight!”
-“Yeah,” You hummed, “Do you think I could stay the night tonight? My place is kinda far off…”
-He blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck
-“Uhm….. I mean…I gotta get up early. You’d be able to sleep more at your place.”
-“I don’t mind getting up early.”
-“Mc…I don’t think it’s a good idea, sorry.”
-You crossed your arms and let out an annoyed sigh. “Right, of course.”
-There was an awkward silence before he spoke up a bit, “I’m just busy and-”
-You stood up and grabbed your purse, looking for your jacket. “Yeah, it’s not like you make more time for your fans rather than your girlfriend. But then again, they look way better than me, huh?”
-“Whoa, what?” He quickly jumped up, rushing over to you, “Where did you get that idea?”
-“I-I don’t know! I mean they are! It’s just. Fact, not an idea.” You jerked on your jacket, already feeling gross for being so crabby
-“Hey, hey hey, no, come here, please?” He lightly grabbed your wrists, getting you to stand still for a moment while you looked away. “I didn’t know this made you so upset. Let’s talk about this real quick, okay? Then if you want you can leave. Okay? Please?”
-After a moment, you nodded an agreement, letting him pull you back to the couch.
-“Mc, are you really upset with me for talking to fans?”
-“I mean,” you huffed a bit, trying to think of the right words. “I mean. You don’t…Really treat me any different than them…”
-“I don’t?”
-Aaaaaaaa, you were fucking this up big time. Tears started up out of frustration. “I’m not pretty or skinny like them. Is that why it’s hard to kiss me? Or cuddle? Am I just not-”
-“Whoa whoa, stop right there.” He made you look at him this time. “That’s not the reason at all, okay? I just don’t want to force you into anything. I want you to know I love you for you, and not for uhm,” He blushed a bit, “Things we could uh, do in bed. Okay? I was just taking it slow.”
-“It’s not because of how-”
-He kissed your forehead. “No, and it would never be. I’m just trying to be a gentlemen. It’s been a while and I don’t want to fuck something up with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
-You scoffed, but you let a small smile show through. “You’re not just saying that?”
-“No. Here, forget what I said about not staying over. We’ve been dating for over a month now, right? If you’re okay with it, then we can.”
-You nodded, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, Mc. Don’t think otherwise, okay?”

-Seven could be…Pretty handsy at times.
-Mainly in a cuddling sense, and while he seemed overall head-over heels with you, you still were scared.
-You guys hadn’t gotten far yet, but the tension was pretty easy to tell that you both wanted to.
-But something was holding him back, and how you felt about yourself was holding you back.
-The two of you were cuddling on his bed, and you were quietly thankful he remembered to washed the sheets free of chip crumbs before you came over. He was cuddling you as the big spoon, sometimes breaking the silence to try and tickle you or just mutter something to you.
-After a while, you rolled over to face him, and the nerd meowed at you. Jesus Christ.
-You laughed at him, and he just held you tighter.
-“Don’t laaaugh, I love cuddling yooou!”
-“Nerd.” you laughed.
-The two of you settled down, him even closing his eyes and relaxing. You really wanted to kiss him, but the two of you were in his bed…
-“Hey, Seven? Can I ask you something?”
-“What’s…Holding us back?”
-He cracked an eye open, frowning a bit. “From what?”
-“From, Uhm… Going all the way.”
-Ack, his face nearly turned completely red. “Uhm, well, I uh-” He stammered a bit, scooting away from you a bit. “S-some things!”
-“L-Like, Uhm. Well…” he trailed off, looking away awkwardly. He didn’t say anything for a bit, so you finally asked what you thought the reason may be
-“Is…Is it because of how I look?”
-“What??” He finally looked at you, surprised. “No, what? Why is that an issue??”
-“I mean,” You gestured down to your body. Before you went on, he pulled you close. He even wrapped his legs around you.
-“No! No, that’s not it, okay? I promise, I’m just… Worried I wont, uhm, be…Good…”
-You nuzzled into him and cuddled with him for a few seconds.
-“Even though I’m bi-”
-“Mc, have you seen my stomach?” He chuckled, kissing your head. “No, I love you. I love how you look! You’re so nice to cuddle and kiss. And you’re super sweet and laugh at my jokes. You’re perfect, Mc.”
-Aaaaaaaa, you couldn’t help it, you started tearing up a bit.
“You’re perfect too, Saeyoung, okay? Don’t stress too much about when we do it.”

I hope this is alright, and sorry but I couldn’t think of a good scenario for Jaehee ATM, nothing story based like the others. I’m 100℅ sure she’d love you not matter what.

Requests are open!


#ThankYouBones week- Day 8 → 5 b&b moments that made you fall in love with them

While it was hard to choose I am not gonna deny, I fell in love with them from the first episode. It’s that line “be a cop” that made it for me. She challenged him right from the start. His little smile made me just love them more. My second fav moment is when he gave her the pig. That closeness between them and how he assures her that everything will be ok was just perfect. My third fav one was when she tells him she is one of those people who doesn’t deserve a family but, he tells her her that “there is more than one kind of family”. It shows to me that although they aren’t family yet, he still considers her one of his. The way he touches her scene and the way she looks at him afterwad was just magical. My fourth fav one is after Vincent’s final goodbye as they watch the car drives away and she holds him. I feel this was the moment they knew that everything is going to change between them. The smile on his face says it all. My last fav moment is following his stay in jail when she tells him she won’t hurt him. It is just how all comes together. They are now a family and she wants to assure him that he can trust her.