he really is very attractive

Pack Mother - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.

This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.

You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.

You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.

“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”

You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”

The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.

You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.

You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.

He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”

So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.

You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.

He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”

“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.

“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.


“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.

“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.

“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.

“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”

Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.

“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.

“Take your shoes off.”

“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.

“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.

“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.

“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”

Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.

Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.

“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.

You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.

“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.

“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”

“Tomorrow at eight?”

You grin. “It’s a date.”

Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”

“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.

You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.

“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.

When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.

“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.

“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”

“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.

“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.

“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”

You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.

“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”

Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”

“Young?” You smile and he nods.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.

“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.

When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.

“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.

“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.

He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.


Originally posted by steveetrevor

*there’s a better gif where it’s just his back, but it’s paced faster and the slower one here is less awkward looking to me*

*but look at those shoulders*

*the first time i saw this trailer i choked at this moment*

*…okay i’ll move onto the fic now*

Title: Windows

Fandom: Wonder Woman / DC

Relationship: Steve Trevor x Reader

Warnings: swearing, awkwardness, meet-cute at a Starbucks, insinuations of the sexual kind

Prompt: From dailyau : “You live in the apartment across from mine. You’re always walking around shirtless. That is so rude; who do you think you are?”

A/N: And here it is! Steve Trevor x Reader (modern!au) fic!! This was a lot of fun to write, but also a little challenging. Since the movie still has yet to come out and I’ve only seen so many of the comic panels with Steve, I’m still trying to get the hang of writing him :p Hopefully I did okay with writing him here 

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“You Seriously Played Cupid?” Steve Harrington x Reader

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x (Fem!) Reader

Note: Hello ! Thank you for leaving a request, I hope you enjoy this imagine as it was adorable to write !! All the love. Feel free to leave more requests. This takes place after season 2, so there’s spoilers for those who haven’t seen season 2 yet.

Request?: Yes ( Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister who Steve’s got a crush on and Dustin is sick of the flirting so he makes up a lie that you decided to get back with your ex and Steve confronts you about it and you’re like totally confused and then catch on that Dustin made it up (when you see him spying) and so you just tell him why Dustin did it and expect him to turn you down and are surprised to find he likes you also?? And Dustin is happy but threatens Steve?)

Word Count:1649

Summary: Y/n is Dustin’s older sister and Steve Harrington has a major crush on her. Little brother Dustin will play cupid and try his hardest to get them together.


How I became friends with Steve Harrington was pretty interesting. My little brother, Dustin, had dragged me out of the house since I was still busy moping around dealing with heartbreak, and help him find his friends, but to our luck, no one was there. While we were looking for Mike at his house we encountered Steve and Dustin dragged myself and Steve into his car like nothing. I must admit, it was weird but when my brother explained what we were doing I was slightly angry but mostly worried cos he’s still my baby brother. Steve was prepared to go down into our cellar and fight the baby demogorgon, but unfortunately it grew even more and escaped. We finally got contact with Lucas and told him the plan to meet us at the old junkyard to set it on fire like last time. That was when I witnessed him give my brother bad girl advice, but decided to stay quiet and let them enjoy their conversation. That was when I first started to feel something for Steve. He really cared about Dustin. I can’t lie, Steve Harrington is a very attractive person, but seeing this side of him made me feel something. Anyway, when we arrived we found Lucas and a new girl, Max, and the two boys were busy talking that it was just us three setting up the trap until Steve found them and told them to help. Our plan didn’t go as planned since there was more than one demogorgon. Steve putting his life at risk for all of the kids to be safe made me feel something even more. - At the time I thought it was just me wanting to move on, but Steve changed that.- When we left to go back to the demogorgon’s “home” we stumbled across even more trouble and we found Will and Mike on the way. Everyone else filled us in on what happened to them and we told them what happened between us. A new plan was made and I stayed behind with Steve and the kids to keep them safe while everyone else did something really dangerous. Although, we didn’t necessarily stay out of danger. Billy, Max’s brother, came and started a fight with Steve and Lucas. Steve defended everyone and got a bad beating before Max put Billy to sleep. Plus the kids dragged us to go to the center of the pumpkin field to the Upside Down. Everything after that was history.

Steve gave my little brother a ride to the winter dance, and I must say, Dustin looked adorable. After he dropped him off he came back over and we got to know each other much more than we did before. We spent so much time talking and laughing, I couldn’t help but fall for Steve Harrington. So the second he started flirting with me, I flirted back. He would put his arm around me and rest his head on top of mine. It was a new constant thing for us. I just never thought something could come out of it. It’s just playful right? The only person who knew that it definitely wasn’t just playful was Dustin.

   We were having lunch after school since our mom decided to go somewhere. I was peacefully eating my sandwich, when Dustin decides to finally speak up.

“You do know Steve likes you right?”

I did not see this conversation coming so I was surprised and choked on my sandwich.

“What? No he doesn’t Dustin.”

“You guys are so clueless, oh and Steve is giving me a ride to the Wheeler’s. Keep the flirting to a minimum. Oh and pick me up at 8 please.”

“Whatever and alright.”

I rolled my eyes at my brother when the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that? Also I need some money”

I went to get the door, and saw Steve waiting to take my brother to Mike’s.

“Hey it’s my favorite person, Is Dustin, my other favorite person ready?”

And just like magic, he appears running out of his room.

“Yeah, I’m here! Y/n money please?”

“Yeah here’s ten dollars, don’t spend it all and you can keep any change. Have fun Dustin and stay safe okay? Also I better be your favorite person Harrington.”

“I’ll be safe now by Y/n! Come on Steve I’m not going to be late.”

“Always. Bye Y/n.”

I watched a smirk leave on Steve’s face and I couldn’t help but blush after I closed the door. Steve Harrington will be the death of me.

While Dustin was getting ready to leave he came up with a plan to set the two of you up. Lying.

Dustin randomly sighed and just like he thought Steve spoke.

“What’s up pal?”

“Y/n is so stupid.”

“Uh… Why are you calling your sister stupid? Did she break your favorite toy? Or refuse to watch your favorite movie?” he says with a chuckle. Dustin should be arriving to the Wheeler’s after his answer and he’ll leave Steve hanging.

“No, Steve. She’s deciding to take her dick of a boyfriend back.”

With that, they have arrived at the Wheeler’s and he hopped out. Leaving Steve hanging.


“Bye! Thanks for the ride, I really gotta go!”

And Dustin just walked into the house like he didn’t drop this on Steve. Steve just sat in his car for a while thinking about everything that left Dustin’s lips. He decided to head home and think about whether he’s going to do something to stop her from being with her ex, or if he’s going to let her go.

I checked the clock and saw that it was 7:45 pm, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to go pick up my little brother from the Wheeler’s. I arrived right at 8:00, Dustin was out right at 8 and looked relieved to see me waiting for him.

“How was Mike’s today? Anything exciting?”

“Nah. I’m going to bed early goodnight.”

“What? It’s Friday and we don’t have school tomorrow.”

“I’m tired, goodnight y/n.”


It was really weird to see Dustin going to his room so early. We usually hang out for a bit while we let it get later, but I guess I’ll go to bed early too. Although that didn’t happen. I laid there for 3 hours trying to sleep, tossing and turning until I finally fell asleep at 11 pm.

When I woke up at 10 am it was due to an excessive amount of knocking. I thought my mom was home but she left a note saying she was leaving to get some things. I reached the door and was surprised to see Steve here so early.

“Hey Steve, come in. You’re here really early… Is everything okay?”

“Hey, we need to talk.”

“Okay, What’s up?”

“Why are you getting back with your dick of an ex?“


“Don’t play stupid, Dustin told me.”

I saw a movement by the door and saw Dustin’s curly hair. I get what he’s doing. That punk.

“Oh yeah? You said Dustin told you?”


“Steve. I’m not going back to my ex, Dustin only said that cos…

I’m gonna kill him… um, cos I really like you. I totally understand if you

don’t feel the same and I really hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

“What? Why wouldn’t I feel the same? You’re absolutely amazing and

just stunning. I really like you too.”



Steve had a big smile on his face and he just lightly chuckled. I chuckled along him and we just laughed for a while until our laughter died down and we just made eye contact. Steve started to lean down and I went on my toes and met his lips halfway. When we kissed it felt like fireworks. Then Dustin popped out seeing his plan worked.

“Alright Harrington, off my sister.”

“You seriously played cupid?”

“Yes I did, and as much as I’m happy for you two, I have rules for you.

One: Don’t break her heart. Two: Treat her right.

Three: If she ever comes home crying because of you, you’re a dead man.

You hear me?”

“I don’t ever plan on hurting your big sister.”

“Do you hear me?”


“Okay good, now please don’t ever kiss in front of me.”

Steve and I let a small laugh leave our lips as Dustin began to walk back to his room

“OH- I’m going to head to the Wheelers at 2 and meet with the gang! We’re going to the arcade later. Pick me up at 6?”

“ Alright be ready by 1:30 and I’ll drop you off. You better behave and be safe okay?”

“Okay and once again, Don’t hurt her Steve.”

“I won’t trust me.”

“I’m watching you Harrington.”

Dustin closed his door and left us alone. I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Did your little brother just threaten me?”

“Yeah he did, he’s very protective, but it’s very adorable.”

“I mean it you know. I don’t ever plan on breaking your heart.”

“Well I sure hope so.”

“I can’t believe Dustin played cupid and was very successful.”

“Well, he’s my little brother so that’s why he knew about my crush.

How did he know about yours?”

The blush did not go unnoticed by me as I saw Steve turn red.

“Do you talk to him about me?”

“Maybe a little…”

“Awh, Steve.”

I decided to put my arms around his neck and pull him down. I placed a soft kiss onto his lips and giggle when I pull apart from his.

“You’re too cute Steve.”

“You are too Y/n.”

Steve looked down at me and had his signature beautiful smile on his face.

“Can you believe we have Dustin to thank for this?”

With that we started laughing and thanked Dustin for playing cupid.

anonymous asked:

I really need kindergarten teacher Will and hot single dad Nico.

bruh me too

  • so nico’s job requires a lot of late hours so he hired a babysitter to pick up his daughter lucy every day so will always assumed that this was a suspiciously young mom or an older sister who came to pick up one of his students every day (but how was it his business anyway??)
  • one day nobody came to pick lucy up??? and the rest of the class was gone??? and will wasn’t busy so he figured it would be fine if lucy hung out in the classroom for a little while until someone came for her so will pulled out the coloring books and crayons and sat down at a table with lucy and they colored for about an hour until nico ran into the classroom
    • nico was apologizing immediately and going on about how his babysitter quit on him and he couldn’t get a replacement on short notice and he had a meeting at work that went on longer than it should’ve and it won’t happen again he promises
    • will’s like “its ok i dont mind we were just coloring i figured someone would be here soon dont worry about it” but like he really doesn’t mind bc now he gets to see this very attractive man in nice clothes and a loosened tie and messed up hair
    • but nico is a business man who wont take no for an answer and goes “no u know what take my phone number and if it happens again call me and i’ll be here as soon as i can ok” so he pulls out a business card and a pen and writes his personal number on the back and shoves it in will’s hand
    • and will’s mostly frozen until they leave
  • another time will’s too focused on playing a guitar and singing with his class that he doesn’t hear the phone ring, or someone knock on the door, and then he sees lucy’s dad standing in the back of the classroom and will’s fingers catch on the guitar strings and he stutters a few words and he stops and nico’s like “sorry the secretary said you weren’t answering your phone so i just came down here lucy has a doctor’s appointment”
    • when they leave nico asks lucy a bunch of questions like does her teacher always sing for the class, what kinds of songs does he sing, has he ever talked about singing at home for his own kids, has he mentioned if hes married; but lucy gets real tired of the questions real quick and nico figures he should stop
  • the next time nico shows up late to pick lucy up, he finds her and will sitting on the floor with will’s guitar, and will’s teaching her how to play (the guitar’s like, the same size as lucy but shes managing ok) and nico stands back and watches for a few minutes bc wills????? so cute?????
    • and then will notices him standing there and visibly blushes and tells lucy to get her stuff together and apologizes to nico for not noticing that he was there and nico tells him that it’s fine and please stop calling him mr. di angelo bc they’re like the same age and he can call him nico and can also maybe go out to dinner with him sometime?
    • wills immediate answer ofc is YES but as soon as the word is out of his mouth hes like “wait no no i cant lucy’s my student and youre lucy’s dad i feel like thats weird and possibly against school rules somehow??”
    • so nico pulls out his phone and opens up a calendar and goes “so then how do you feel about dinner at 7 on june 10, exactly one week after lucy’s last day of school?” and wills like “yeah yes that sounds super great ok”

!!!!!!! im always a fan of parent/teacher aus ok so i hope you like this as much as i do!!!!!

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Let That Liquor Ride

Originally posted by groovyroom

Let That Liquor Ride
[DPRLive at a bar]

yeah wait hold up
let that liquor ride
baby love the way you chillin

Christian sighed rolling his eyes as Dabin stared at you from across the floor. You were waiting by the bar with your friends after Live’s set finished. You’d been nursing the same drink all night, occasionally you’d catch Dabin staring at you and you couldn’t help but to smile and look away shyly.

Christian had fallen victim to your little game of cat and mouse and had grown tired of it. “Please ask her out already. Mate you’re drivin’ me insane over this”

“I will…” Dabin mumbled downing back the rest of his liquor. “I will…I’ll ask her out…” he stood up, squaring his shoulders before immediately losing his nerves and sitting back down. “After one more drink” he reached out as the waitress walked by and grabbed another glass of alcohol.

“You’re pathetic. Come on. What are you waiting for? She’s been to every single one of your shows this month. You know she’s into you.”

“It’s not that simple Hyung… She's…”

“Pretty hot and out of your league?”

“Yeah…” he frowned losing what little nerve he had.

“Invite her and her friend up here. Maybe she’ll ask you out.”

“I can’t just ask her up here. What does that look like? Hey, do you wanna come to the VIP area with me? That just makes it look like I’m trying to make a move on her.”

“You are trying to make a move!” Christian groaned raking his hand through his hair. “You are literally trying to ask her out. And if I have to sit here and watch you ogle her for another night I’m gonna ask her out myself. And trust me Mate, it won’t be for your benefit”

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anonymous asked:

Since you mentioned it, Ironhawk college AU where everyone thinks tony and Clint are just friends and Tony has a terrible reputation for being a slut but it turns out he and Clint have been monogamous for YEARS and it's just rumors.

Send all your love and praise to @summerpipedream. They beta read this fic (and did a fantastic job). Without them this fic probably would not have been posted for a few more days, so thank you, summerpipedream. <3

Freshman Year

“So, how would you feel if we stored the XL twin beds and we got bunk beds instead.” Tony, Clint’s new roommate, motioned at said twin beds as he stood in the middle of their dorm room. They had bumped in each other as they had been moving in, and learned that neither one of them had a parent or friend helping them, so they’d spent most of the afternoon bringing in their boxes of stuff and building a fort instead of setting up their room.

Clint was currently rearranging one of the walls of said fort. “I can chip in to pay for bunk beds, but unless you can afford to pay the storage fee, we’re sticking to the twin beds.”

“So bunk beds it is.” Tony clapped his hands together. “You can even take top bunk. I like to stay up late, so if I’m on the bottom bunk you won’t notice the light from my computer as much. I can even put up a sheet.”

“Seriously?” Tony was going to pay for storage and let Clint have top bunk? Either Tony was the best roommate ever, or this was some sort of trap and Tony was going to be the worst roommate ever.

Tony nodded, then gestured to the wall where one of the twin beds was located. “We can put a TV over there. I’ll pay for cable, unless you’re already set up for a streaming service.”

“Dude! Are you for real?”

Tony pinched himself. “I feel real.”

A smile spread across Clint’s face. “I think I’ve just fallen in love with you a little.”

Sophomore Year

“So, you up for it?” Bobbi shouted over the music and drank from her party cup. She nodded at the yellow laminated paper dangling from his neck.

It was the makeout party of the year. Everyone had to wear tags: green, yellow, or red. Red signified no kissing allowed at all, yellow was “ask first,” and green was “go for it.”

Tony and Clint had discussed it. Both had been tempted to wear green, but they had agreed it would be better to wear yellow instead.

Clint considered Bobbi. She was attractive. Very attractive. He really wanted to kiss her, but Tony had made a comment two weeks ago that he thought Bobbi had a crush on Clint. Even if it was a makeout party with no strings attached, Clint didn’t want to risk the fall out.

Besides, he had a suspicion there was a reason why Tony had brought up the crush.

“Sorry. Tempting, but my significant other might not be happy.”

“You have a girlfriend?” Bobbi frowned and cocked her head. “How come I’ve never seen her?”

Clint just smiled.

“Clint!” Tony shouted over the music as he barreled toward Clint. He shoved people aside, only pausing to grab someone wearing a green tag by the face to kiss them loudly and comically, then push them away.

Tony threw himself at Clint, his arms flopping over Clint’s shoulder and around his waist. He kissed Clint messily around his mouth, his lips never quite landing on Clint’s just right. His breath reeked of alcohol. “I love you. This party is awesome. You’re awesome. So glad we agreed to this.”

Finally, Tony’s lips found Clint’s and he shoved his tongue into Clint’s mouth.

Clint sputtered and pushed Tony’s face away. He laughed when Tony pouted at him. “You were using your tongue like my mouth was the bottom of a Nutella jar with the last bit of chocolate inside.”

“Hey, Tony,” Bobbi started hesitantly, “Clint is wearing yellow.” She pointed to Clint’s tag for Tony.

Tony scrunched his face, his alcohol addled brain not comprehending. “I think you’re missing something, Bobbi.”

Clint waved away Bobbi’s concern. “It’s okay, Tony can kiss me whenever he wants, as long as I’m not mad at him.”

Tony grinned. “Isn’t he great?” Tony asked Bobbi.

Bobbi gave them an odd look. Like she didn’t know quite what to make of them. “Yeah.”

Junior Year

“Looks like Tony’s made a new friend.” Sam chuckled as he elbowed Clint in the side.

Clint looked up from his stir fry bowl.

Tony was chatting with Helen Cho from his Cellular and Molecular Biology class outside of the checkout line for cafeteria food. The two were laughing. Helena hugged her tray in one arm then reached into her pocket with the other. She pulled out a pen. Tony offered his arm for her to write on.

“Damn.” Sam smirked at Bucky across the table. “Tony may have more game than you.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still single.” Bucky snatched a fry off of Sam’s plate.

“Quality, Bucky. That’s what I’m looking for.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while looking.”

Tony and Helen had separated. Tony headed over to Clint’s table.

Clint smiled and nudged Sam to scoot over to make room for Tony.

With a grunt, Sam did so. “So how’s the new girlfriend?” Sam teased Tony.

Tony rolled his eyes. “More like lab partner.” Tony sat beside Clint. Tony had only been seated for a second when he wrapped his ankle around Clint’s under the table. “Clint’s the only person for me.”

Tony pecked Clint on the cheek.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We get it. You two are soulmate-roommates. No need to kiss each other in front of us.”

Clint and Tony shared a look and grinned.

Clint grabbed Tony’s face and gave him a hard, messy kiss that went on until Sam threw his french fries at their faces.

Tony and Clint laughed as they broke apart.  

Senior Year

“Clint. Tony,” Steve spoke like he was talking to a potential jumper who was standing on the edge of a rooftop. “We all know you love each other.”

“Maybe a little too much,” Rhodey added.

Steve sent Rhodey an annoyed look, and Rhodey sent it right back.

“Listen, you two can’t marry each other just because you make good roommates,” Sam cut in when he saw Steve and Rhodey headbutting.

“I don’t see why not,” said Tony, who was pacing his dorm room as he looked up wedding venues on his tablet.

Clint laid sprawled on the couch, his chin resting purposefully in his hand to show off the gold band around his finger. “I think it’s the perfect reason. I mean, we have been dating for almost four years now, and we clearly enjoy living together, so why not-”

“What!” Steve, Rhodey, and Sam shouted in unison.

Clint smirked. “Have you three really been this oblivious?”

Tony scoffed. “More like they assumed I was banging every girl I talked to.”

Clint feigned ignorance. “But the kissing, Tony. We kiss all the time. We’ve even held hands when walking. For the last two years we’ve gone on vacations with each other for the holidays. We also share clothes and stuff. I feel like we’ve been pretty blatant.”

Tony gave the trio a pointed look. “I don’t know why they’ve never figured it out. All I know is, none of them should become detectives.”

“This has gotta be a prank,” Sam said.

Rhodey shook his head. “Nope. I know when Tony is lying. He’s serious. Congrats, you two. Sorry, for being a thick dumbass.”

“Does anyone else feel like everything they know is a lie?” Steve asked.

Sam huffed and clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I feel you on that. However, you have to admit, looking back on it, it does seem obvious. We should have questioned them when they started talking about sharing showers to conserve water.”

“Or you know, when we both answered the door naked that one time,” Tony added.

“So, do you three think our last name should be hyphenated, or should we make up an awesome last name?” Clint asked. “How about ‘Legend of Zelda’ for a last name?”

“Only if both of us change our middle names to ‘the’,” Tony responded.

Clint looked up at Tony adoringly. “You complete me.”

anonymous asked:

What were your impression of each of the exo members that you saw irl? Please please please tell in great detail. Just let me live my dream of seeing exo up close through you. T_T thankyou and sorry for being annoying. I just T_T

You’re not being annoying at all. I’m always happy to talk about EXO lol

Suho is GORGEOUS. And sooooo so so smol. Like I’m 5′2″ and I don’t think he’s much taller than me. His hair was perfect and beautiful. I was shocked bc he was walking by himself. Not a manager or anything. But he looked lost, like he was supposed to be with the others lol He was walking super fast.

Chen.. My friend actually pointed him out. & I was like “nah” but then I looked at his legs & was like “yep! that’s him!”. His legs are really skinnyyyy. He has the chillest, coolest walk & tbh it was very very attractive to me. He was also by himself & he seemed so relaxed. Just strolling down the street with his bag.

Chanyeol!! He is not as tall as I thought he would be!! I was really surprised But I heard his voice (while they were recording!!!) & it was the usual lovely deepness. Also his ears <3 

On the flip side, Baek is taller than I thought. And he seemed kind of nervous? We made eye contact for a quick second but he looked away so quickly. Also he and and Chanyeol walked past us THREE times. 

Sehun… I had my back to him every time he walked past so I didn’t look at him that much. But what I did see is that he has a nice walk. It’s such a confident walk. He’s also not as tall as I thought he’d be.

And Minseok. Kim Minseok. Don’t even get me started. It makes me emotional just thinking about him. He seemed so relaxed, chill, happy, calm, excited. You could tell that he was enjoying the street show sooo much. He was smiling so hard & was giving all his attention to the performers. Uggghhhh he is perfect. Idc if I sound biased, he’s PERFECT. He was so ridiculously cute and honestly he looked like a normal guy just watching a show. & that makes me love him even more

“Forbidden” Dean Winchester x Reader

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Request from Anon: Could you do a Witch!reader x Dean where they always flirt and eventually sleep together, but then the reader discovers she is pregnant? So she tries to escape during the night (because she knows her child will be born with magic and thinks Dean will hate/hunt them) and when Dean notices she’s missing, he goes looking for her?

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing, fluff

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Dean stood there, watching you flip through your spell book as you tried to find a specific spell that would help them on their hunt. They had called you a few days ago, asking for some help in trying to figure out if what they were hunting was a witch.

They call you their “good witch”, as you always helped them with whatever they needed, but that didn’t fool you. You were still a witch, and they still hated your kind. Not that you have an option since you were born with it, but most hunters don’t care about that. You felt like Sam and Dean only kept you alive because they needed you.

“What did you say the victims were experiencing? Carvings in their chest?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of the book because you knew Dean was staring at you. You didn’t mind, not really- he is a very attractive man. There had always been sexual tension between the two of you, but nobody acted on anything. The two of you knew that you couldn’t take things that far. You were a witch.

“Uh, yeah. Carvings.” He was snapped into reality by your voice, shaking his head.

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PREVIOUSLY: “Just minutes ago I hadn’t been able to breathe, but it seemed that the fresh air had cleared the smoke from my lungs. The fire escape wasn’t very comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep comforted by Jack’s and Crutchie’s presence. “

A/N: this is set a few days after the last part, mostly bc i forgot she fell asleep on the fire escape. someone pls catch the things i want you to catch. please. i hope y’all like it and i hope you freak out. (also, sned me your favorite lines/parts again! also any questions or thoughts! i wanna hear ‘em all)


There is an upside and a downside to every situation, I think. At least, most situations. You don’t really ever get the good without the bad, but sometimes bad can come without good.

The good part of my predicament? I had actually slept all through the night for the first time in weeks without a single nightmare to rouse me from my slumber.

The bad part? I had dreamt something else. Something that didn’t seem all that bad at first glance, but oh boy was it a problem for me. Here’s the thing: I don’t fancy the idea of kissing strangers. And Race? He’s a stranger. My sleeping brain does not seem to care. How on earth was I supposed to look at him without going red after having dreamt about kissing him? About more than that. Kissing, holding, smiling, loving. Strangers are not supposed to be the subject of dreams about happy relationships, especially when said stranger is a huge tease.

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Magic In The Air // Hogwarts AU

Ollivanders wand shop isn’t usually too busy this time of year. It’s well past the beginning of the school year when students were rushing to get their first wand, new wands, replacements, all before the new school year started. Mid November business was usually witches and wizards stopping in for repairs, buying a second wand, upgrading their current one or buying a replacement. Which was exactly why you were there. You needed a replacement.

About a week and a half ago you flopped down on a sofa in the Ravenclaw common room and heard that sickening snap. You absolutely did not want to get up and check your wand because you knew it was broken. But you had to. You stood up slowly, your stomach churning as you reach back and pull the handle out of your back pocket. Sure enough, you broke it off at the hilt.

At first you tried having your friend repair it, but it wouldn’t last. You could conjure one spell and the damn thing would pop apart. You tried tape, that worked for about a second, just long enough for the spell you were using to enchant a rose to backfire and set the whole thing a blaze. It was time, you were going to have to fork out the money to buy a replacement.

So here you are, standing in Ollivander’s wand shop with the clerk behind the counter watching you over his book as you browse the shelves of the birch wood wand section. You’re the only one in the store for an hour or so and you take your time inspecting each birch wood with a phoenix feather core that you find. None of them seem to feel right.

The shop door jingles and you automatically look to see a tall guy with messy curly brown hair step in and look around. He spots the clerk and goes to the counter, asking where the birch wood wands are. The clerk points to you and mumbles something like, “Over there.”

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anonymous asked:

in the regency au does tony ever feel like he's being forgotten (pre-kids)? like sometimes his alpha's are so busy helping run the kingdom that they don't really talk for weeks and tony doesn't have many friends and those he does have are also super busy, so tony feels kinds isolated and forgotten like he essentially was with obidiah? does tony just kinda accept the feeling with a resigned sigh, or does he talk to someone (sarah, or his alphas) about it?

I mean it’s not as if he hadn’t been expecting it? Only a year has passed since the war ended and both the Rogers kingdom and the Stark kingdom-now-absorbed are still recovering. There was a lot of work to be done before they married and somehow there’s even more work now because there’s unrest about Steve and Bucky marrying a Stark and unrest about Tony having been a political prisoner despite the fact that he was also a victim of the war and unrest about the countries merging because now the Rogers kingdom is so large how can they expect to defend it entirely??? There’s… a lot going on. Most of it things Tony can’t help with. But he knew that going into the marriage. He doesn’t remember what all his mother did to help with running a country but what he does remember is that his father did the lion’s share of the work.

Fortunately they don’t go for weeks without talking. At the end of the day, his alphas always stumble back to their bedroom, exhausted but unwilling to slip into bed without greeting Tony, pressing tired kisses to his lips and asking about his day even though they’re usually asleep before Tony finishes answering. Tony doesn’t mind. His alphas work very hard for their country and he’s very proud of that. (He actually finds it really attractive, how hard they work to make sure their people are taken care of.) So maybe he’s a little lonely, maybe he misses their intimate touches, but he can see his mates are tired. They need rest. So he tucks them under the sheets carefully so they stay warm and presses kisses to their foreheads and then crawls into bed between them. It’s okay. Especially since Steve and Bucky always gravitate toward him in sleep, curling around him and sometimes even waking up long enough to press sleepy kisses against whatever skin they can reach before dozing off again. Tony takes what he can get. It would be greedy to push for more. Besides, it’s their duties to take care of their country and his duty to support them. Tony has always been about duty and if his is to silently soldier on and support his husbands then he will do it.

(And it’s not like Steve and Bucky don’t feel awful about it, apologizing for not spending more time with him. They just–want to make sure the former Stark kingdom is doing well. They’d lost almost an entire generation of alphas and betas to the war. Many of their surviving soldiers were injured and crippled. They don’t want what the Starks had built to fall to ruin. While Sarah and Howard hadn’t really known each other, Sarah will admit that Howard was a brilliant (if slightly strange) man who generously shared his agricultural inventions with other countries so that no one would go hungry because of drought or flood or vermin infestation. The Starks weren’t bad people, and their subjects weren’t either. They’d be remiss to abandon them in a time of such great need. And with Tony hearing about how much money and time and effort they’re funneling into his former kingdom, how could he possibly be resentful? All he’s ever wanted was to take care of his people.)

Also Pepper may be busy (she has a lot of valuable information from traveling from her convent to the Rogers kingdom), but Rhodey definitely isn’t, and Tony is taking full advantage of having his best friend back by cuddling him aggressively. They don’t even need to be doing anything–just sitting together with Tony on Rhodey’s lap, clinging to him, whispering about all the good things that had happened to him since he was brought to the Rogers kingdom. Rhodey’s still pretty unimpressed by Steve and Bucky but he’ll admit he would have been unimpressed by any alpha up to and including Sam Wilson because he’s watched out for Tony ever since Tony was two and toddled out in the middle of a tense meeting between the Starks and the Williams to drape himself across Rhodey and say “You’re pretty.” Rhodey was only seven but he’d been fucking smitten with him ever since. There was a reason his parents had allowed him to come stay with the Starks and it was only partly because their friendship had eased tensions with Tony’s parents; the other part was that Rhodey, while a noble, was not high up on the line of succession and he’d have better prospects being the friend and playmate of an omega prince than he would at home. (And in all honesty, if the Starks couldn’t find a suitable match for their son, they probably would have chosen Rhodey.) When the war first broke out with the Rogers his parents had sent for him, but Rhodey had refused to leave Tony behind. His parents had respected that even if their returning letter saying so was tear-stained.

( “You know, my mother’s kind of miffed that she wasn’t invited to the wedding,” Rhodey teases, and then regrets it as soon as it’s out of his mouth because Tony looks horrified and immediately pens a letter full of apologies and regrets for having not invited them. The letter he gets in return is full of question marks and then finally a terse ‘we’re coming to visit dear’ that sounds more threatening than anything. Tony’s terrified until Roberta Rhodes brushes past Tony, his confused husbands, his bewildered mother-in-law, and grabs Rhodey by the ear and starts berating him for making Tony think she was ever upset with him for not being invited to his wedding. “It’s nice to know some things never change,” Terrance Rhodes says fondly, then turns and pats Tony on the shoulder. “Hello, Anthony. It’s good to see you’re doing well.” Tony squeaks but it’s barely heard over Rhodey and Roberta bickering. Sarah likes them and welcomes the Rhodes to her castle at any time. It also helps relations with the Williams so she doesn’t see a downside at all.)

((Steve and Bucky get a little upset that Rhodey’s scent on Tony is stronger than theirs but his mother always frowns severely at them when they complain about it. She’s an omega, though; she wouldn’t understand, kind of like Tony doesn’t understand. Rhodey understands, though. Rhodey understands well.

They can tell, because Rhodey gives them smug smirks as he cuddles Tony while Steve and Bucky are too busy to spend time with him. For the first few months of their marriage, they loathe Rhodey.))

Changkyun and Jooheon Gangster!AU

So, I got this for a request, originally, the person requested either member, but I thought, screw it! I’ll do both ^-^ So this is how it turned out in the end!

Lotto Love

~ Stitch


How he meets you:

Originally posted by changkyunsfw

(Y/N) was walking home from work in the early hours of the morning because hospital shifts are the worst, so being a nurse is great and all but when you see a person who is clearly screaming danger and is bleeding rather heavily while unconscious at a very unsociable hour (2 am lol), a normal person’s reaction would be to get the hell out of there. But being a nurse, (Y/N) has sworn to save any life that she can, so, against their better judgement, (Y/N) goes over to him where they immediately start to bandage gashes (most medical people tend to carry around some form of first aid equipment around with them). (Y/N) was also monitoring this person’s pulse and reaction levels. They stayed with this strange boy (he’s totes a man, but he looks so god damn squishy with those adorbs cheeks). Anywho, (Y/N) stayed with this person for five whole hours until they regained consciousness. As far as Jooheon was concerned, when he unexpectedly opened his eyes (he legit thought that he was going to die in this alley way ngl), he saw an angel. And from that day on Jooheon did his best to keep minor injuries so he could see (Y/N) again, I mean (Y/N) thought that it was pretty cute, but at the same time, they weren’t too impressed with the frequency that he was coming in with injuries.

How he asks you out:

Originally posted by vkookgotmeshook

Jooheon had honestly worked up all his courage for this moment. I mean, obviously he has courage, he’s part of a mafia but that courage is different to confessing attraction to a person and telling them what he does for a living while hoping and praying that they can see past the fact that he kills people and deals in drugs and whatnot. He honestly looked like he was going to pass out or throw up (maybe even both) when he went to go and pick (Y/N) up after their shift ended.
“So, uh, (Y/N) um…” was how this whole conversation started, after a little reassurance to keep talking from (Y/N) it all came out in a flood.
“I’m part of the X Mafia! But! I also really really like you!” He had blurted out while his cheeks flushed as red as apples. (Y/N) was pretty taken aback at how out the blue the whole thing had been, but hey,
“Jooheon, when I first saw you, I kind of figured that you didn’t have normal salary job”

How you two end up married:

Originally posted by im-all-in-for-you

Jooheon and (Y/N) had been dating for like, a frickin decade (lol, jokes, not that long). It had been two years to the day when Jooheon took (Y/N) out to a little park that was super pretty in the evening when the weather was just perfect, light breeze but still warm enough that a jacket wasn’t completely necessary. Anywho, Jooheon had been planning this for absolutely ages! He had asked the other guys for tips, they all gave him absolutely useless information so he was left to watch chick flicks and look stuff up online. Anyway, He was so sure that he had everything sorted! Jooheon took (Y/N) through a small wooded area that would look creepy if (Y/N) didn’t know how much of a cutie patootie he was to them. Once he guided them both through the woods, (Y/N) was met with the prettiest scene before them, fireflies bobbed about and danced through the sky while gloxinia flowers (they mean love at first sight) spelt out the words that (Y/N) had been waiting for. ‘Will you marry me?’ and as (Y/N) turned around, Jooheon was already on one knee with a box in his hand. Opening the box and revealing the ring was all it took for (Y/N) to throw themselves into his arms wailing a ‘yes’ somewhere in between.


How he meets you:

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

Changkyun and (Y/N) met at a high school reunion that Changkyun’s friends at the time had dragged him to against his will. (Y/N) had always been a rather quiet student that had never really grabbed anyone’s attention which was one of the reasons that they were standing alone and drinking alcohol while watching everyone mingling with old classmates. A sigh slipped past (Y/N)’s lips as their eyes scanned the crowd once again, stopping when a certain mobster caught their attention. Im Changkyun had always been a bit of a delinquent even in high school, so when some rumours spread through the old school years that he was part of a big time mafia, (Y/N) wasn’t particularly surprised. (Y/N) knew of him in high school but wasn’t associated or introduced to him in any way other than that they knew ‘of’ him. Either way, getting a little off topic here. (Y/N) stared at him for a little while thinking that he hadn’t really changed very much, still very attractive but taller and much more mature looking (In a mobster and intimidating way). Anywho, as (Y/N) was staring at Changkyun in interest, his eyes slid over to look straight back at (Y/N). However, they hadn’t actually noticed yet so a smirk couldn’t really help itself but to glide it’s way across Changkyun’s lips. Without hesitation, he made his way smoothly over. His suit was pretty damn fancy and the way he was holding his glass of whiskey was also pretty damn fine, not going to lie. When (Y/N) finally noticed that he was moving towards them, (he was like a meter away) they started to panic a little. But it was too late.
“Hey, It’s … (Y/N) … right?” He asked as he tilted his head slightly.
“Changkyun… right?” (Y/N) countered. Oh, how interesting Changkyun found this person to be.

How he asks you out:

Originally posted by kkngie

Changkyun had been keeping in contact with (Y/N) quite frequently over social media and he wasn’t as bad as they had assumed he would have been. Their communication started to get a little steamy though, it started with little jokes and general conversation but then it started to change and get a lot more sexual. Obviously they were both adults and they weren’t going to do anything completely stupid. (Y/N) originally just replied as a little joke but they started to get into it. Changkyun was very good at making people feel special, thankfully though, (Y/N) was able to figure this out and stopped replying to his messages and unfollowed him on social media. Fate, however, had different plans for the two of them. (Y/N) was out at a club with some friends from work. (Y/N) had decided to just let go and thought ‘fuck it’ while throwing drinks down the back of their throat like there was no tomorrow (lol, if this night went the wrong way, there probs wouldn’t be a tomorrow for (Y/N)). What Changkyun wasn’t expecting as he drowned his frustration in whiskey and vodka (mixing your spirits is never a good idea kids! Don’t copy Changkyun), anyway, he definitely wasn’t expecting to see (Y/N) dancing only a few meters away from him at the last place he thought he would ever see them. With alcohol coursing through his system, he stood and swerved around the meaningless people and beelined straight for (Y/N) where he immediately grabbed their face and kissed them hotly and with a fervor that he had never felt before. And the rest of the night was a bit of a blur if I’m being honest. But (Y/N) woke up, knowing for sure, that they did not own silk sheets and that their bed did not smell like a very expensive cologne, (Y/N) also knew, that they did not have a person in their single bed. (Yes,they did the do, the frick frack, the one night stand.)
“So,” Changkyun hummed in a deep pitch as he ruffled his hair, “want to go out?” He smirked as he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek.

How you two end up married:

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes

Changkyun and (Y/N) had been together for almost three years now and (Y/N) was waiting for the big moment when Changkyun was going to ask them to marry him. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. (Y/N) was starting to expect that they were always only going to stay dating. Changkyun was wanting to get married too, unbeknownst to (Y/N). It’s just that he knows how dangerous his lifestyle is and he wouldn’t want to put his wife in unnecessary danger simply because of his last name. By this point (Y/N) was starting to consider just proposing to him instead if he wasn’t going to make the first move. The day that (Y/N) was going to ask him to get married, there was quite a big fight that had Changkyun way too occupied, so that chance was missed, another few months slipped by again after that. But one night, after Changkyun had managed to one way or another get (Y/N) into bed with him again for the fourth time that week. Anyway, as (Y/N) was lying there just thinking, Changkyun was scrolling through his phone as he broke the comfortable silence,
“Let’s get married, yeah.” He said it so matter of factly that it threw (Y/N) off a little. Didn’t take long for them to recover though,
“You’re asking me that now? Really?” (Y/N) frowned before continuing, “Where’s the romance Changkyun, Jesus!” They huffed as they pulled the bed sheets closer to their body.
“Well sorry, I didn’t realise you wanted a big song and dance about it.” Was all he had to say for himself as he continued to scroll while simultaneously handing (Y/N) a box with a ring inside.

simon one shot: late night conversations


I lay facing the wall. In front of me flashed a small alarm clock, the numbers 02:21 screaming out in red. Everything was dark, and kind of cold, and late nights always make me uncomfortable when I’m alone.

Next to me lay Simon, my best friend since I was about three years old. I had joined him last minute on the sidemen’s holiday to Vegas, and the short notice meant I had ended up sharing a hotel room - and a bed - with him. This wasn’t weird for us. I mean we’d been doing this since we were about three years old.

I turned over to face him, hoping with some magic he’d open his eyes and I wouldn’t be alone anymore. But he seemed pretty knocked out.

I carried on observing his facial features. He really was very attractive, I’ve always said this. I really don’t understand how he doesn’t have a girlfriend by now. I think it’s a confidence thing, mainly. But something clearly holds him back.

I’m too deep in thought to notice that Simon, in this time, has woken up, and is staring back at me.

‘You been staring at me all night (Y/N)?’

I jumped at the rough, fatigued sound of his voice among the darkness. Instantly I felt kind of reassured.

‘I was just thinking.’ I turned onto my back, focusing my attention on the eggshell white ceiling. I felt Simon shift next to me.

‘Oh yeah?’ He propped himself up onto his elbow to look at me. ‘About what?’

A smile spread across my face at the interest he took. That was one thing I loved about Simon. He always showed genuine interest, no matter what i was talking about. It’s like he always had a desire to know what was on my mind.

“Oh nothing,” I responded. “Just about how ugly you are.”

He pushed me playfully. 

“You’re a liar.” He retaliated.

“You’re delusional.”

“You like it.”

I smiled, turning to face him briefly.

“What makes you so confident Minter?”

He made direct eye contact for a couple of seconds.

“Well, you’re in my bed aren’t you?”

I laughed, ordering him to shut up and raising my hand to hit his face lightly. He caught my hand in mid air, however, and just held onto it. There was a silence for a minute. Comfortable, not awkward. The only sound audible was that of our thoughts racing. Mine repeatedly screaming of how appreciative I was to have somebody like Simon in my life.

“So at which point do you explain why we’re still awake, (Y/N)?”

His hand still grasped mine lightly. Hesitantly.

“I don’t actually know. I couldn’t sleep, but I didn’t think you would wake up.”

“Well it’s hard not to when you’re watching me sleep like a little weirdo,” He emphasised the little, digging at the height difference evident even whilst lying in a bed. “Nah but on a real. I know you have a lot of trouble sleeping. I was expecting it.”

“You remembered?” I asked, bravely lacing my fingers through his in a move that wasn’t rejected, but was instead reciprocated. 

“Of course. Remember when we were in college, and you used to make me stay up with you until you fell asleep because you were afraid to be the last one awake?” I smiled at his recount of the memories so distantly lived. “Even when we were young. When your Mum would be working nights, so you stayed round mine, and we would watch horror movies. And then you would crawl into my sleeping bag at midnight because you were scared.”

“I remember that,” I grinned to myself in the darkness. “And then your Mum would wake us up the next morning and call us the little married couple.”

“Not a lot has changed, really.” We both laughed, continuing to exchange childhood memories. Eventually my eyelids began to droop. I glanced over at the clock, noticing the room’s pigment seemed to have lightened slightly.

“Oh my gosh it’s quarter to five.”

“Yep, and we have a busy day tomorrow too.”

“Oh god. Okay, we’re sleeping now. We have to.” I looked up at Simon. 

“Yeah, we do. Come on.”

He lay on his back. My hand fell from his, however he soon replaced this loss by pulling me into him. I wrapped an arm around his torso, resting my face on his collarbone. The smell of his cologne engulfed me. It was homely, encouraging and reassuring in the darkness. He placed his arm around my shoulders. With his free arm he laced his hand through mine, his thumb rubbing slowly in circles over mine, instantly putting a smile of appreciation on my face.

“Good night Simon.”

“Good night (Y/N).”

So a lot of my posts the past year on here have been very “depression/anxiety” focused in a vague way. I wrote this entire thing out for myself to be able to process it and move on and since I’m working on being more open about my emotions, I thought I’d post it here. If you’re crazy enough to read through this ENORMOUS thing, go ahead.

About a year ago I met a guy online through instagram. He followed me and I looked at his feed, instantly saw he was extremely handsome and had a ton of nerdy interests in common with me, so I shot him a message. We immediately got to flirting and in a few hours had exchanged numbers and other social media. We hit it off right away and I was so smitten by him that I offered to fly him to New York with a flight deal that happened to be available at the time (This sounds crazy from my point of view but I really felt like I had a very strong attraction to him and I wanted to see if anything could happen, it was worth it to me because I don’t feel like this about people often). He accepted and seemed really excited. We keep texting for a few weeks and he ends up getting a new job at a bar. One day he texts me and tells me that unfortunately because of his new job he won’t be able to visit me anymore because he can’t get the time off, but that he would pay me back (which he did). I’m crushed and dig further because I felt like there was something else, and he tells me that he’s not feeling interested in me the way we were when we first met a few weeks ago. I’m upset as this is a trend that happens to me a lot, people initially being interested and within a few weeks not finding me attractive anymore. I still don’t know why it happens.

We text a lot less in the coming weeks but he does like me as a friend so we still send funny stuff back and forth, stuff to do with our mutual interests, or just chatting about our day. Over the next few months I notice he’s getting flirty again and eventually he tells me that he wants to take that trip to NY and that he’d pay for it this time. I don’t feel like I have anything to lose and I still have feelings for him (although we’ve been chatting for 4 months or so at this point and still haven’t met) so I agree. He’s only coming for a few days because he can’t get a lot of time off, so I start to schedule tons of fun stuff for us to do and make sure he gets to see as much of the city as possible. I start to get really excited and I’m putting a ton of effort into making sure everything goes well.

About two weeks before the trip, he texts me and says he has something to tell me. He met someone and now they’re dating. He says he will still come but it would be just as friends. I’m crushed but am not ready to just let go of everything. I had already bought tickets to a broadway show as a surprise and had an amazing weekend lined up that I had spent countless hours planning. In my head I thought maybe if the trip went really well he would realize what a catch I am and choose me. The next two weeks are filled with turmoil as I watch his social media fill up with pictures and posts about his new boyfriend. The thought occurred to me over and over that he was going to bail on the trip, although he never outright said anything to make me think that so I kept hope. The night before he’s supposed to arrive he sends me a text about how it’s going to sound like he’s faking it, but he’s feeling sick. I have huge doubts and just tell him that I really really hope he makes it because I have a lot planned. The next day comes and in the morning he says he has a fever and is so sick he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to make the flight. I beg and plead for him to try, and reveal that I paid for the broadway tickets. He responds saying that he took some medication and is going to do his best. A few minutes later I get a phone call from him saying he’s lost his debit card and there’s no way for him to make it. I totally break down on the phone and tell him I won’t be able to talk to him for a while. I reach out to friends and have someone else visit me for the week to console me and do the things I had planned, and go to the musical with me. Throughout that week he tells me it was strep throat, and sends me pictures of him in the hospital and with visible scarlet fever to assure me that he wasn’t faking it. If it wasn’t for those pictures there is no way I would have believed him.

We text infrequently for the next month, but eventually he starts sending me texts about how his boyfriend is neglectful and a narcissist and doesn’t make him feel loved. I have mixed emotions as I still care about him and don’t want to see him in pain, but am still resentful that he got into a relationship only 2 weeks before coming to see me and sort of felt that he deserved for it to not work out. I bite my tongue and try to be supportive. A few more weeks and he texts me at 6am in a panic. He tells me his boyfriend physically assaulted him at a bar. I’m furious and helpless. I’m mad at his decisions but know I can’t take it out on him in this situation, and there’s nothing I can do from so far away. I try to console him and make sure he has a support system. He tells me that there’s no way he’s ever going back to this guy and that he’s blocked him on everything and had him banned from the bar he works at. I’m angry and sad for him but simultaneously feel justified that his relationship crashed and burned so spectacularly, and that he chose someone who would treat him so terribly over me. The next week he seems very shaken up and I regularly check in to ask how he’s doing. He tells me the (now ex) boyfriend is doing everything possible to get in contact with him, including sending him emails and waiting outside his apartment complex. I’m very concerned but don’t know how to help.

A week after this I notice a snapchat from him that has a person cut off that looks like his ex. I figure it must just me some other guy. A few hours later the snapchat is mysteriously gone. At this point I’m totally sure it was the guy and that they must be hanging out again. My fears are confirmed in the following days where there are more social media posts slyly showing that they are back together (Him with his boyfriends dog, him in his boyfriends car, they were friends again on Facebook). At no point does he admit to me over text that they are back together, and I stop responding entirely, angry that he hasn’t admitted this to me, concerned he’s going to be abused again, and unsure of how to bring this up.

I was in the dark for a while so I still don’t know what happened here. They did not continue to hang out or date, but I never asked for specifics.

Once it became clear they were no longer in contact, we started texting again as friends. The usual pattern happened and after a few months this time (around september) he became flirty again. He would send me thirst pics and me still finding him so attractive it was hard to resist. He talks about how he learned a lot from this past relationship and how he’s never going to make a mistake like that again. In October he hints that there’s a music festival he’s excited about in December and jokes that I should go. I say I’m actually available that weekend and would make the trip. For the next two months we text constantly and even count down the days until my visit. He seems as excited as I am and I’m really happy to finally get to meet this guy in person, even though he’s caused me so much grief. I have high hopes that when he meets me he’ll see how dedicated and thoughtful I am and recognize how well I would treat him in a relationship and all the good things I have to offer.

December comes and I land in Houston around midnight. He picks me up at the airport, it’s slightly weird at first to see each other in person but we get comfortable quick. We’re back at his place and pretty soon we start kissing and spend the night cuddling. The next few days for me feel magical. I have a stronger attraction to him than anyone else I’ve ever met, mentally and physically. We hold hands constantly and are super affectionate with each other. I have some social anxiety issues so being in a new state with someone I’ve really just met in person makes me a little reserved around his friends and in public, but I feel very comfortable with him. We go to the music festival and although the music isn’t really my taste, I have an amazing time because I’m with him. The first day I agree to try a weed edible with him (I don’t really smoke) and end up having a really bad anxiety and paranoia trip, but he stays by me the whole time and waits with me for several hours until it passes. I’m drained after this experience but we walk around, listen to a few more acts and then go home. The next day I feel a little fried and have some leftover anxiety from the experience, but am excited to spend another day together. We go to the second day of the festival and he’s super excited because a bunch of his favourites are playing this day. We split a molly between us which helped a lot with my lingering anxiety and let me loosen up and dance for a few hours as we watched his favourite artists. I have a really good time and we dance closely while kissing the whole night. He’s very sweet and seems very into me. He takes my baseball cap and turns it backwards, saying he likes it better on me this way. The artists play later than expected and by the time it’s done most of the festival has cleared out. We walk around the exhibits (it was an art + music festival) holding hands and taking cool pictures of ourselves in front of the art. We go home and have really good sex. He seems very attracted to me and reacts strongly to the smallest touch. I feel like I found my perfect match, everything meshes perfectly, our personalities fit, I’m attracted to him both in a loving way and in a sexual way and he seems to feel the same. We wake up the next day and there’s an air of sadness because we know I’m heading home the following day. We keep the day pretty low key, chilling at home. Later he invites one of his friends over and we all go out to eat. We talk about making plans for that night but we decide to chill at home and enjoy each others company before I have to leave in the morning. We spend one last night cuddling, sleeping late until we basically have to get up and go directly to the airport. He had mentioned wanting to play Pokemon so I offered to leave my nintendo DS with my Pokemon Moon on it here for him until the next time I visit and he accepts. He pays for us to park in a parking garage and walks me all the way to where I have to check in. I tell him how much I love him and assure him that I’ll fly back really soon or that he can come to new york any time. When it comes time to go through security he starts to tear up so I hold him close and ask him if I can call him my boyfriend. He says yeah. We have a long hug and I say goodbye for now.

45 minutes later I’m on the plane and he texts me that he misses me. I’m glowing, it’s been 5 years since I was in a relationship and am so happy that this trip worked out better than I could have dreamed. I’m validated that once meeting me in person he saw what we could be together and am just overwhelmed with the love I feel for him and have high hopes for our future. I’m already planning for when I can come back.

He texts me all day during my flights as usual and talks about feeling down that I’m not around anymore. For the next few days we text each other a lot, we send each other goodnights with lots of heart emojis and I feel like this long distance thing would work for me as long as I could fly down for a week every month or two. I ask him if it’s okay for me to book a flight at the end of January to come and see him, and that I can arrange to work from his apartment remotely. I tell him there’s no need to take time off, I just want to be able to spend more time around him in person and he reacts positively and says sure. Out of confidence I book the cheaper nonrefundable flights for the last week of January. I tell my mom that I’m dating someone (because she stalks me and is going to wonder why I’m flying to Texas), and being a huge gossip she tells my whole family, stalks him on Facebook and sends photos to everyone.

In the following days he texts less and less, and I start to feel like I’m the one initiating every interaction. I start to get a bit paranoid but assure myself that because the week trip went so well, he let me book another flight to see him, and he agreed to be my boyfriend, I’m just overthinking it and he probably just doesn’t want to spend all his time texting. Then two full days go by with no texts at all and I start to freak out. My mind goes through all the possibilities. I consider that it might be something else in his life that is distracting him, so I send a concerned message about how he’s been quiet and if everything is okay.

The next day I’m at the airport (I flew to my visit my family for christmas after leaving texas) to go home to New York, and while waiting to go through security with my mom and some family that came with me to the airport, I get a long and sudden text from him. The text says that no matter how hard he tries, he can’t think of me romantically, he can’t make himself think of me in a sexual way anymore, doesn’t think we’re a good personality fit, and that he sees me more as a really good friend. He says we’re very different people and that he’s attracted to more outgoing people who exude confidence and are the life of the party, and says that I am very shy and timid in public. He also talks about how me being there opened up a “slutty” phase in him and now he thinks he might be polyamorous.

I’m in total shock and panic. I’m devastated and surrounded by family. I go completely catatonic and am not able to eat my lunch. I have to tell my mom what happened while I frantically text him back trying to understand what is happening, desperate to fix it. I ask him why he didn’t lead on that he felt this way, why he let me leave my DS with him, why he let me buy the plane tickets, why he agreed to be my boyfriend, and he comes back saying he wanted me to have a good trip after the way he treated me in the past and he felt he owed me that. I’m absolutely heartbroken and can’t believe he thought this was a good idea or the right thing to do. He said he felt pressured when I asked him to be my boyfriend and didn’t want to upset me. I’m so confused because I am 100% sure he was very sexually into me, and him suddenly not being able to think of me that way seems like a lie. What I thought was a magical week was not real and what I thought was my first relationship in 5 years was completely fake and out of pity. I have to go through security and leave my mom, who is now crying because she knows how hurt I am and doesn’t know when the next time she’ll see me is. We hug, she tells me I don’t need anyone to make me happy, and I agree even though I don’t really believe it at the moment.

I continue texting, prying for answers, trying to find out if any of it was real, wanting to feel any emotional relief before my plane takes off and I’ll be without service for 2 hours. My mind is rushing a mile a minute through everything that happened and questioning how I didn’t pick up on any of his real feelings. I cry for the entire 2 hour flight.

The flight takes longer than expected and when I land I find I have missed my connection and that the alternative they booked me on requires me to spend all night in the airport in Ottawa. I’m the most emotionally drained I’ve ever been and I’m about to be pushed to my physical limit as well. I wanted to sedate myself so that I didn’t have to feel anything but I was forced to stay awake until my flight at 6:30am in an empty airport with only myself and my thoughts about what happened. I’m still unable to eat anything and I don’t feel safe sleeping in the airport. I fall asleep for an hour and have a paranoid dream about being mugged. I continuously try to text him throughout the night but my tone is getting angry about the situation and he doesn’t have anything left to say.

When it comes time to check in for my flight, the airline informs me because of the rescheduling they have no idea where my bag is and they can’t let me on the flight until it’s located. The thought of losing my belongings and possibly having to wait several more hours in the airport in this condition freaks me out and causes me to feel faint and throw up on the airport floor. I hadn’t eaten all day so it was mostly water but obviously people were concerned and staff sat me down and asked if I needed medical help and if I had any conditions. I just tell them I haven’t slept or eaten, they give me water and I pretend to be fine.

At the last minute they locate my bag and I’m able to catch my flight by a hair. I fly to New York, cab back to my apartment and get into bed by 10am, totally exhausted. As soon as I get into bed and relax I immediately start sobbing until I fall asleep and spend the next 24 hours drifting in and out of sleep.

It’s been four days since then and besides physically forcing myself out of bed a few times, I spend most of my time taking medication with drowsiness side effects so that I can sleep as much as possible. I still have no appetite and will often make it through the day on half a slice of pizza or a candy bar. I have no sex drive and can’t imagine myself ever being interested in someone else at the moment. Not having him in my life feels like I’m in withdrawal from a drug. Tomorrow is the first day of work after the holidays and I’m nervous about being able to function.

I’m trying to cut off contact with him completely but even after all this I don’t want to let go. I’m not texting him now but I want to every minute and I try to think of appropriate reasons that I could. It’s so rare for me to feel anything this strong for someone that I’m skeptical if it will ever happen again which makes me feel hopeless. And if I ever did have these same feelings for someone, it seems very likely the same rejection would happen again.

I feel like most people would think I’m crazy for being so attached to someone I only met in person for a week, but I think you’d be surprised what kind of connections can be made online with enough time and effort. Only posting this as a release and a way to document exactly what happened over the past year so I can look at it as a whole.

Edit: A few days after this he finally texted me to ask me how I was doing and apologize for how he lead me on. He seems to know he hurt me but not understand the full extent. He says he has something to tell me and that he’s been hiding his abusive relationship from me and he is still with the other guy in secret and that most of his friends don’t know about it because he’s ashamed to tell anyone. He says he’s stuck in the relationship and feels trapped with him because he keeps going back. This makes a little more sense to me and I realize he never loved me and was always just obsessed with his feelings for this other guy. It doesn’t help however, and actually makes me feel more depressed and hopeless. He gives me the same line he’s said before about how it’s over this time though and he’s cutting him out of his life. I do my usual thing where I put my problems out of sight and try to talk to him about this relationship and why he can’t get out of it if he doesn’t feel it’s healthy. He tells me that he was hoping me visiting would have helped him get over the abusive guy, but it didn’t. I’m an idiot and I know I have the flights for later in the month that he let me book, so I ask if he would be okay with me using them to come down so we could talk through everything in person so I can get the closure I need and he can answer all of my questions about the things he did to me and why he did them. He says that sounds fine to him.

The next few days he texts me a little about how the abusive ex keeps calling him and is very persistent, meanwhile I continue to spend my time in a deep depression, just trying to regain my appetite or be able to go to work. Texting is very sporadic and sparse for the next few weeks. He occasionally will message me something he’d think I’d like, we talk a little about trivial things like comics and anime but it doesn’t go anywhere. Just hearing from him gives me the endorphins I need to get by while I’m feeling so down.

Eventually one night he texts me out of the blue and says he’s realized he’s a homophobic narcissist and he has a lot to work on, and apologizes for what he did to me again. He said he realized he doesn’t usually treat people well and disappoints a lot of his friends. He talks about how he lies a lot and that he doesn’t really care about many people and that he doesn’t care about me although he wish I did. This this me very hard. Even after all this I still honestly thought he did care about me. At least in some capacity. I’m devastated.

I remind him that my plane tickets are for next week and I was going to use them to visit and talk. He says he forgot I was coming and assumed I had changed my mind and is no longer comfortable with me staying with him and doesn’t think it’s good for either of us (My flight is for an entire week because when I booked it I was hoping to spend as much time with him as possible). He tells me I’m seeming very desperate and it’s degrading to myself to still be so needy and that closure isn’t a privilege everyone gets to have. He says I’m not actually in love with him but I’m in love with the idea of being in love with him. This doesn’t resonate with me and seems very off the mark. My feelings feel very real to me. He ends up telling me that I can come but I have to get a hotel.

The conversation progresses into me digging more specifically into all the questions I have about how he could have acted that way when we met in person but actually not have been interested in me, why he agreed to be my boyfriend, why he let me buy the plane tickets, why he let me loan him my DS if he didn’t think we were ever going to meet again, and why he continued to flirt and say he missed me after I went home.

The answers are getting closer to making sense but still I’m shocked that someone would lie to me like that just to make a situation easier or less awkward. He did not feel the same spark for me that he felt for his abusive boyfriend (although he claims to not talk to him anymore at this point and that he’s no longer hung up on him).

I tell him I wish he did not do these things and how I’m still struggling to eat and live my life through the depression several weeks later. This makes him say that me reacting this way makes him even more sure that he made the right decision to not be with me and that he doesn’t need another guy in his life with issues that he needs to check up on.

I become determined to go back to Houston on my own terms and have a good time there without him. When I arrive I let him know I’m there to plan a time for us to have a talk in person but I know he doesn’t want to see me even though I’m there for an entire week. I go out to a few bars and meet some people. I’m feeling better than I have in a few weeks and have a little bit of confidence in myself for being able to make this trip.

During one of the first days he tells me we can meet up to have dinner. I’m waiting outside and when I see him pull up I immediately feel very overwhelmed by seeing him. We order and sit for a few hours while I uncomfortably try to get any closure or sense out of his actions from him. He reveals to me that he is back with the abusive boyfriend and actually just came from his apartment before meeting me. He says he loves him and they have great chemistry and he doesn’t see the relationship ending any time soon. At this point something in me breaks and I realize he’s just never going to get out of this and although it hurts, there is no getting through to him about this and he will always go back no matter how confidently he tells me he won’t. The entire time he has a strange mood about him, as if he’s trying purposely to act mean so that I won’t like him anymore. It feels stilted and very different from the guy I spent a week with the month before. I get the feeling he is frustrated with me and just ready for me to be out of his life so he doesn’t have to deal with me anymore. When our dinner is over I basically have the answers I was looking for, but they’re pretty much as bad as they could have been. His feelings were fake, he let me book flights, etc. because he didn’t know how to tell me not to and felt awkward about it, he agreed to be my boyfriend because he felt pressured, he was obsessed with his “ex” the entire time and could never really devote any actual love to me because of it, and he kept me around for so long because he liked that I always gave him the attention he craved.

As we’re leaving, the finality of the situation makes me start to cry and as he’s driving me back to my hotel I’m in a full hysterical sob. He drops me off and I feel all too aware that I won’t ever see him again.

It’s been almost a month now and we don’t really have any contact. I haven’t been sending him anything and he hasn’t sent anything to me. I don’t know how he’s doing, or where he is with the abusive guy. I don’t know if he thinks about me at all or if he’s glad to be rid of me and has totally moved on. Despite still feeling upset about this, this past month after returning from the second Houston trip I’ve been doing very well and am back on track with my life better than ever. I’m working through my anxiety issues, taking tons of opportunities I would have been too anxious to agree to, meeting lots of new people and catching up with old friends, I got a raise at work, I’ve been working out regularly and putting on some mass, discovering new music and pursuing new interests I was afraid to try previously. I’ve been learning to meditate and I should be starting therapy very soon.

So that’s the very very very very long story of why I’ve been up and down all year and how I’m doing currently.

the law of attraction: my smol volley squad.

In response to Aki’s previous ask here, this is my small opinion/character analysis on what kind of person they’d fall for, how they would fall in love, and what kind of person would be best for my volley squad, based on what little i know about human beings and relationships in real life. Here goes!

Kuroo Tetsurou.

How They Fall: We can all agree that Kuroo’s pretty adept at reading people, picking out their underbelly and prodding at the right places. But it might be because of that acute observation that he doesn’t really listen to his gut very much (when it comes to attraction, he cares about rationality less when it’s with friends- when he doesn’t have a motive or goal). I feel like Kuroo would be the type who thinks he knows what he wants and goes for it, but somehow it doesn’t really click until it’s too late that he’s missing something, or he made a mistake (usually about himself, not the other person), and then he’s in a pickle, because he also doesn’t seem like the type to be able to discard people easily because he’s decided in his mind that this person is someone he chose, and he should bear the consequences.

However, I think Kuroo would be the wary type. He might find himself attracted to people easily (probably because he seems such an easy-going/flexible person), but it’s just a small electric shock kind of feeling, or a ‘oh, wow, they’re cute’, and because he knows himself to some extent, he brushes a lot of these feelings away because he thinks that it might just be a false alarm. But that’s just for attraction. I think for someone like Kuroo to really fall in love with someone, he’s level headed enough for it to be a slow and deep process. They’re more than just a significant other, this is someone he’s trusted in, he believes to have his back. I think they’d start off as friends, then very good friends, and perhaps after some soul searching, they become actually intimate confidants and perhaps one day Kuroo will realize that the reason why he hasn’t particularly been interested in other people lately is because everything he needs, he already has fulfilled in this one friend, one person. Precisely because Kuroo doesn’t seem like a fickle person, to me, he would fit the slow to trust, yet incredibly trusting and loyal once he opens up to you.

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Arranged Marriage (E.D X Reader) Part 2

Description: When you were 10 your parents told you if you didn’t have a boyfriend by the age 18 they were going to make an arranged marriage for you. As your 18th birthday rolls around and you have no boyfriend your parents found the boy you will marry. Will you fall for him or will this arranged marriage fall apart?

Word Count: 1052

Warnings: None

Originally posted by punishmedolans

You looked at him with shock as you replayed his words in your head ‘your future husband.’ “H-h-hi I’m Y/N.” You said standing up from your spot to shake his hand. Instead of returning your gesture, Ethan pulled you into a hug. “We are going to be getting married to each other so there is no need for a handshake.” Ethan said with his breathtaking smirk. This boy was so attractive and seemed to be a genuine guy. “So Y/N, tell me about yourself.” Ethan said sitting on the couch patting the seat next to him. “Well today is my 18th birthday, I have two brothers, I am from New York, and I’m a pretty shy person.” You said to him looking down at your hand in your lap. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.” You said finally looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “I turned 18 in December, I have a twin brother and a sister, I am from New Jersey, and I make Youtube videos.” He said looking into your E/C. “You make YouTube videos?” You asked him with curiosity in your voice. “Yeah my brother and I make them.” Ethan said proudly. “You should star in one of our videos!” He said with a huge smile. “Oh no I couldn’t. We just met and we barely know each other.” You said looking at him surprised. “Then come let’s go out to dinner tonight. We can get to know each other.” He said grinning at you waiting for an answer. “Okay that sounds nice. We should go outside to our parents.” You said smiling back at him standing up and you headed for the back door. When you walked out back you can see your parents sitting at the patio table talking. You looked around their beautiful backyard. It had a big pool with a diving board and pool floats. “Oh Y/N this is Grayson, my twin brother.” Ethan said standing next to Grayson with his arm around his shoulder. “Nice to meet you.” You said going to shake his hand but got pulled into a hug. “So you’re the girl that’s going to marry my brother?” Grayson said looking you up and down. You didn’t know what to say so you nodded. “So is it alright if Y/N and I go out to dinner tonight?” Ethan asked our parents with a big smile. “Of course! Just don’t keep her out to late.” Your dad said jokingly making everyone laugh. “I’ll have her back by 10:30 the latest.” Ethan said looking at you. You couldn’t help but blush. Did you actually have feelings for him? “Do want to go in the pool with Grayson and I?” Ethan asked standing up about to head inside. “I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” You said looking at him. “You can borrow one of my sister’s. She’s in college and wouldn’t mind you wearing it.” Ethan said walking over to you and grabbing your hand. 

You both head upstairs to what seemed to be his sister’s room. “Her bathing suits are in the top drawer on the left. You can change in here. My room is right across the way if you need me.” Ethan said leaving you in the room to change. You looked in the bathing suit drawer and found a gorgeous coral two piece. You put it on and checked yourself in the mirror. After looking in the mirror for a few minutes you walked out of the room to see Ethan waiting outside the door for you. “You didn’t have to wait for me.” You said smiling at him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay and knew where you were going since it is a big house.” Ethan said smiling his gorgeous smile causing you to blush. ‘Wow he is the sweetest boy I have ever talked to.’ You thought to yourself. “Come on I think Grayson is waiting for us outside in the pool.” Ethan said grabbing your hand leading you downstairs. 

You get outside to see Grayson in the pool on a pizza float. “What took you guys so long?” Grayson asked eyeing you guys down. “Y/N was looking for a bathing suit and I was waiting for her so she didn’t get lost.” Ethan said looking at you with a grin. You hid your face to hide that blush that was creeping on your face. “Are you sure that’s all you did?” Grayson asked with a smirk looking at both of you. “I just met him so I wouldn’t do anything with him.” You said shyly. “Hurry up and get in the pool!” Grayson said impatiently getting off the pizza float. You went to dip your foot in when you felt arms around your waist pushing you in. You surfaced to see Ethan next to you smirking at you. “Hey you didn’t give me a chance to feel if the water was warm.” You said rolling your eyes playfully at him. “Well you were taking to long.” He said swimming towards you. You were really liking Ethan, he was super attractive, very kind, and very sweet. Your parents actually did an amazing job with finding him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see Ethan swimming towards you. You looked at him and started to swim away laughing. “Don’t swim away I’m not going to bite.” Ethan said smirking at you still heading towards you. You continued to move away laughing until he finally reached you causing you to squeal. He put you over his shoulder and carried you outside the pool. “Put me down Ethan!” You said giggling at the muscular boy. Ethan puts you down in one of the lawn chairs and laughs. You looked up into his eyes as he started to lean in. He almost reached your lips when your dad called you. “Y/N, sweetie we are leaving.” Your dad said walking over to you and Ethan. “Okay I’ll be right there.” You said flustered. “I’ll see you later for dinner.” You said looking at Ethan. “Okay. I’ll pick you up at 7.” He said kissing you on the cheek. You walked over to your parents. ‘I wonder what dinner has in stored for us.’ You thought smiling.