hes like a little 5 year old


Part 6

Honestly, Spencer still felt like he was collapsed against the wall, watching as his wife walked out afraid as his existence, with a child bearing the name they both adored. But Ilaria couldn’t be his as much as he wanted her to be; she was 2.5 years old and Y/N had been gone for three years. 

This little girl, whom he already loved with all his heart, would have to grow up either with her father, which Spencer thought unbelievable. How the fuck could the world possibly grant custody to a rapist? Or she would grow up and realize that she wasn’t conceived out of love, but out of delusion and fear. A beautiful, little child like that didn’t deserve to have the weight of the world on her shoulders at the age of two and a half.

All week long, he’d thought about nothing but his wife and her child. He’d promised his wife he wouldn’t let Abel separate them, and he intended to keep that promise.

The team had spent the entire week seeking out a lawyer in the area that could represent her. Spencer promised he’d sell their home if it meant paying for a good enough lawyer to keep Y/N and Ilaria together. Finally, they found her – Nikita Costas, known all over the country as the best lawyer to call in cases like this. She hadn’t lost a case against a rapist in regards to child custody yet. She was Y/N’s last chance.

“We have her number for you, Spence,” JJ said, hand her friend the slip of paper with Nikita’s number on it. “Just give them Hotch’s name and you’ll be able to talk to her personally and immediately.”

He would’ve called yesterday if he could, so he dismissed himself and walked outside the Bureau to call her. “Hello, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, I’m calling to talk to Nikita Costas. Aaron Hotchner of the FBI said I should call.”

While he was on hold, a whole host of thoughts went through his mind. Best case scenario was that Y/N kept sole custody of Ilaria and she got the medical attention she needed – in that case, she might be able to come back to him. But if this woman lost, then Ilaria would be handed over to her mother’s rapist and batterer. He couldn’t allow those kinds of thoughts to pervade his mind or he’d never stay strong enough to help Y/N; they both needed him at his best.

“Hello, this is Nikita Costas. Is this Doctor Spencer Reid?”

The conversation between the two lasted nearly two hours. He told her everything he knew about what happened between Abel and Y/N – at least what they were already legally able to prove. The circumstances of Y/N’s case were more severe than Nikita had ever dealt with, but she seemed eager to take on the case. “I’ll take this case pro bono,” she said.

“Why would you do that?” He asked, grateful, but taken aback by the gesture.

“One, your wife’s story got to me. I heard about you when she was taken a few years ago, and I never imagined this was where she’d end up, but that being said, this case is going to garner a lot of publicity, which gives me exposure and also puts pressure on me, because if I screw up, that puts my career on the line as well as the lives of your wife and her daughter. The whole situation will force me to be at my absolute best.”

Spencer appreciated her honesty and after another couple of questions, they set up a time for Nikita to meet up with Y/N, who was currently meeting with a psychologist in an attempt to start her healing process. “I’m warning you, Dr. Reid,” Ms. Costas said as they wound down their conversation. “This is not going to be an easy case. His lawyer is going to try and discredit her at every turn, and they are going to try and use her belief that she is Rebekah to prove that she isn’t stable enough to take of her child. Beside myself, this all rests on the psychologist and her ability to help Y/N remember what happened. And if she does, that’s a whole other set of challenges, because I imagine what she underwent was particularly unpleasant. This will be difficult, but I promise I’ll do what I can to ensure Ilaria stays with her mother.”

Spencer swallowed hard as the tears welled at the corners of his eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Costas.”

As he hung up the phone, Spencer took a deep breath and turned back to walk into the Bureau. On the one hand, if she didn’t remember who she was, the coward’s lawyers were going to use that as an excuse to discredit her sanity, but if she did remember, then she would have to recount for his lawyers and the jury every horrid detail of what he did to her. In the immediate future, she couldn’t win either way, but if she could recover her memory, she would be able to be a mother to Ilaria until the day she died.

Rebekah, or Y/N as she was apparently called, was petrified as she sat in the office waiting for the psychologist. Apparently today’s appointment with Dr. Madeline Wasser was purely to officially diagnose Stockholm Syndrome, which the police claimed was what she had. She knew what it was, but Abel wasn’t her captor, right? She’d met him at church. They’d fallen in love; it was just that she fell in love with a man she apparently didn’t know. She couldn’t have gone through all the things that police claimed. Could she?

“Hello,” Dr. Wasser said as she walked in and shook Y/N’s hand. “Today is purely going to be asking you some questions about Abel. Nothing intrusive right now, so you can relax.”

Y/N wasn’t so sure about that; she was pretty positive that she wasn’t going to be able to relax until Ilaria was in her arms for good and forever. “I’ll try,” she said shakily. She didn’t want to take about Abel. He’d killed people; she still couldn’t believe it.

“Tell me about Abel,” she said, leaning back into the chair. “How did you meet? How do you feel about him? I don’t want to hear what the police have told you yet. I want to know how you feel deep down.”

A small smile crept across her face as she remembered that day in church. “I was sitting in the front of our church. He was in the back, and after service, he approached me. He told me all about himself and said that wasn’t the time he normally went to church, so God had to have something planned for us. He was smooth and charming, and I went out with him the next day. After that, we fell in love quickly.” But did they? She didn’t know anything anymore.

After Y/N recounted her story, Dr. Wasser pulled out some pictures and placed them across the table. The pictures were of the agents that came into her home. “That’s Agent Jareau, Agent Morgan, Agent Hotchner, Agent Rossi, Agent Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, she was the one watching Ilaria, and Dr. Reid.”

“Do you know any of these people?” she asked. “I mean, do you remember knowing them before Ilaria was born?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, but I have an uneasy feeling when I see his picture, and I don’t know why.” She was pointing to the picture of Spencer.  “It’s like I’m afraid of him, but I don’t really understand why I would be, because I don’t know him…do I?”

Dr. Wasser immediately changed the subject, asking Y/N all about her pregnancy, the other women that Abel lived with and fathered children with, and whether or not she introduced any of those women to Abel. There was no doubt in the good doctor’s mind that Rebekah, or Y/N, had Stockholm Syndrome; she exhibited basically all the symptoms. She would absolutely need treatment, but they couldn’t launch into it immediately. It would actually be worse to move into treatment right away, because the pain was too fresh. “Dr. Wasser,” she asked, eliciting a look of knowing concern from the psychologist. “You wouldn’t answer me before when I asked. Do I know that man? Spencer Reid?”

“Yes,” she said simply. “He’s your husband.”

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Birthday Wishes

Word count: 3,423

Request: Your father dies which causes your mom to snap, leading to a big fight. Later, Kai finds you and comforts you

A/N: This was the harderst imagine I’ve ever had to write. I hit a brick wall with this one multiple times and still not sure if it’s ok, but I hope you will like it.

*gif by me

‘Dad, where are you taking me?’ You asked him gently, still holding onto his hand tightly, his hand twice as big as yours, protecting your fragile little hand. He looked down at you and a big smile flashed across his face, thinking what a beautiful and happy 5 year old daughter he has. He stopped and crouched down in front of you, getting on the same height as you, his eyes looking into yours.

'Horse riding.’ He simply uttered out and watched how your worried little face turned into the most excited and delighted, emotions you didn’t even know existed, traveled through your small body.

'Really? Are we really here?’ He reached out his hands and tucked on your jacket, zipping it up, making sure you were warm enough and won’t get sick.

'We’re here, sweetie. Just as I promised you awhile back. I told you I would take you here someday and a little bird has told me that that was your birthday wish.’ He trailed off as you lifted up your shoulders and tried to hide a smile behind your jacket, but you only felt shy because you knew it was true. Your dad has made every single wish you had made for your birthday come true. He has never let you down and being with him was always the best time of the day.

'I love you.’ You jumped into his embrace almost making him fall back, your arms wrapping around him, your lips planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

'I love you too, little one.’ You chuckled at his words, his finger booping your nose before he got up on his feet again, his hand still holding lightly onto yours. 'Now, let’s go. We wouldn’t want to miss out on in, isn’t that right?’ You nodded and jumped from excitement, your legs somehow making larger steps than your dad’s even though they were a lot shorter. You couldn’t hold back the happines or excitement when you saw a beautiful horse that a nice lady brought out or when you first sat on that horse, your dad right next to you on a beautiful black one, his mane shiny under the sunlight illuminating on it.
He has watched your every step, your every movement and then with years, how gracefully you moved over a big field, your horse listening to whatever you said. Shee became your best friend, someone you had spent so much time with but your dad was always there with you.

'I guess there’s nothing else left to teach. You’ve managed to become even better than I am.’ Your dad uttered, making you chuckle, his fingers playing with the grass underneath him.

'I just had the best teacher, that’s all. Besides, none of this would have happened if I didn’t get Shelly as my birthday present from you.’ You smiled at him and he immediately knew what that smile meant. It was another thank you even though he said that it wasn’t necessary since you have already thanked him a thousand times.

'I promised to make all your wishes come true. That was one of them. I knew you and Shelly would get along perfectly. She’s just like you. Beautiful, strong, a little bit stubborn and knows how to love with all her heart, just like you do.’ He uttered, a smile flashing across yout face, his words striking down on you, a dash of a wanting to cry feeling traveling through yout body but it escaped very quickly. 'You’re an amazing person and I believe that you deserve the best there is out there.

'I just didn’t want to disappoint you. I wanted to make you proud, whatever I did, my first thought was - do it as your dad would want to, do it in a way that he would be proud of -.’ You said and looked down at your fingers, burried in a beautiful green grass, small dandelions surrounding both you and your dad.

'I am proud of you, I have always been proud of you. Even in your crazy times or when you were so stubborn as a kid, I was always proud of you because you were my little girl. You still are.’ His hand was placed softly on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly as a mark of support and confirmation to the words that he just said.

'I will always be your little girl.’

'Always. Whenever you need an advice or someone to just tell you that everything will be alright, I’m here for you. I just want you to know that.’

'Thank you, dad.’ You said and placed your head on his shoulder, his head leaning a little bit to press against yours slightly. You wrapped your arms around his arm, as you felt loved just by a simple hug. 'I love you.’ You whispered, your dad’s lips curling up into a big smile when he heard those three simple words.

'I love you too, little one.’ He kissed the top of your head before slowly standing up and placing his hands on his waist. 'Now, shall we do a simple competition? I think that would be fair.’

'Again?’ You pulled yourself up onto your feet and crossed your arms, a big smirk adorning your beautiful face. 'You really want to lose again, don’t you?’

'Oh, you are too sure in yourself, sweetie.’ You chuckled at his words, your eyes looking down at your shoes for a split second before looking at your dad again. 'I tell you what, let’s race. From here to our home. The loser has to make a big pile of pancakes. Sounds like a good deal?’

'Sounds like a fantastic deal.’ You trailed off and hopped on your horse, getting a hold on a halter, your hand gently tracing over Shelly’s mane. 'You better prepare your apron, dad.’

'We will see about that.’ He blurted out and started riding, a beautiful black horse running as fast as he could, his legs gracefully touching the ground as that sounds was like music to your ears. You have always believed in Shelly and she has never let you down and this time wasn’t any different. Shelly took the lead just before reaching the house, your dad ending up second. You pulled the halter back gently, your horse stopping as you gently stroke it, thanking Shelly for doing a great job once again.

'I told you I could do it.’ You said proudly, both you and your dad jumping off the horse, leading them into a beautiful barn that you designed specially just for your horses, a place where you and your dad spent a lot of time, feeding them or just simply sitting on a pile of hay, talking about your day.

'Hungry?’ Your dad asked, placing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in closer.


A beautiful memory crossed your mind, a single tear streaming down your face as you just came back from your dad’s funeral. You couldn’t bare the feeling of not being able to see him again, not being able to go horse riding again or have one of those precious moments you did together. Your whole world crashed down when you heard how your dad has died in a terrible car accident, ending up driving off a cliff. You knew your dad was a fantastic driver and you refused to believe that it was his fault of ending up like that.

You spent days in your room, sitting on your bed and just stare at a blank space, your eyes adjusting to only the darkness in your room as your vision occassionally got blury because of your tears that had ended on the bed underneath you, small wet spots on the covers. You looked at your phone and saw dozens of messages and calls from your boyfriend, Kai. He has always been there for you as well, just like your dad was. Through thick and thin, through every problems you have been through, he was there, but you couldn’t even look at him at that moment. You could barely look at him when he was right there at your dad’s funeral with his arms wrapped around you. It was mostly because you knew you would end up crying even more because of how your dad loved Kai and thought how he was the only one good enough for his little girl. You knew you would break down in front of him and a simple sollution was to ignore him as long as you could. A buzzing sound echoed through the room as Kai flashed on the screen. Another call - you thought and flipped the phone over so you didn’t have to watch it anymore. You finally gathered your strenght and got up off that bed and walked out of your room, to finally eat something better than just water and a couple of pieces of bread. You walked in, your mother sitting at the kitchen table, with her head burried in a book. Your mom lifted up her head and saw her daughter standing there, but she didn’t say a word. A smile disappeared from your face as you couldn’t understand how your own mother didn’t even want to say anything to you.

'Are we gonna talk about it or not?’ You asked her, her fingers slowly tracing a beautiful light varnish on the kitchen counter.

'What’s there to talk about?’ Your mother trailed off and flipped a page in the book she was reading, driving you crazy. You took a few steps towards her until you reached the table, your hand slapping against the book, making your mother jump at surprise and shock.

'Please talk to me.’ You whispered, your tears fighting to roll down your cheeks, your words sounding more like cries.

'Why? Huh? What do you want me to do? Do you want to go horse riding with me? Or do you want to make pancakes? We can also go to a karaoke night at that diner, you pick.’ Your mother’s words cut deep through you like the sharpest knife in the world, tearing your heart in half. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you couldn’t stand your mother’s behaviour anymore. You started walking away from your mother until a book went flying by your face, making you jump in shock. You turned around, wide eyed, only to find your mother standing a few feet away from you, her arms resting on her waist. 'Why are you leaving? You wanted to talk to me, didn’t you?’

'Not like that.’ You muttered.

'Oh really? Then, how would you like to talk?’

'Why are you like this?’ You asked, your mind fighting itself as you tried to figure out why has your mother become this kinda person, someone who simply doesn’t care anymore abour her family.

'Like what?’

'Like this! You were supposed to- we were supposed to be here for each other, be able to lean on each other, not ignore and insult. I lost my dad and you haven’t spoken to me for an entire week-’

'I lost my husband. Does that tell you anything? He was the love of my life and he died. I-’ she took a deep breath as she fought her tears, her hands shaking as she spoke. 'I can’t live like this anymore.’

'So you are just gonna give up on your life, on me? Is that what all of this is about?’ You asked but you were scared of the answer your mother was about to give you. You were scared of your mother confirming your words, your heart aching at the thought of that.

'Just… be quiet, ok?’ Your mother blurted out, those not being the words you expected.


'Excuse me?’ Your mother asked, her brows furrowing in confussion.

'I’m not gonna be quiet. I want to know why are you so-’

'Because this was your fault!’

You froze completely as your mother stared at you with a blank look on her face. Tears streamed down your face, your mother’s words hurting you more than anything. After all you have been through, hearing the words this was your fault broke your heart into million pieces and caused your tears to stream down your cheeks.

’M- my fault? How- how can you say that?’ You cried out, not bothered by your tears dropping down on your shirt, staining it, as drop by drop slowly landed on your dark shirt, your mother watching you intensely.

'Maybe he would still be here if he didn’t have to travel for that stupid competition of yours.’

'I can’t believe you just said that to me.’ You trailed off, your voice shaking and so quiet that you weren’t even sure if she heard what you said. You spun around on your heel and walked out of the house, slamming the doors behind you. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and ran into the barn as you prepared Shelly and climbed on her, holding onto the halter. Shelly ran as fast as she could, a cold breeze gently caressing your cheeks and your hair, making you shiver a little bit, but you ignored it because it had only meant that you were going away from your mother as fast as you wanted. You kept repeating your mother’s words in your head, over and over, thinking if she was right and the thought of that was eating you inside out. It was a complete torture and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You stopped and jumped off your horse, your feet landing perfectly on the green grass, your fingers burrying into your hair. You felt as if you were choking, as if someone had pressed their hands strongly onto your chest, stopping you from inhaling and letting some fresh air to get to your lungs, making you drop down on your knees and burry your head in your hands as you started crying, tear after tear falling down on the grass.

'What are you doing here?’ Your mother said, Kai standing at the front door with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking nervous for some reason and maybe a little bit scared when he saw your mother having a glass of wine in her hand and her eyes swollen and red from crying. 'She’s not here and I don’t know if she will ever come back.’

'What do you mean?’ He asked gently, trying to keep calm and not freak out over her words and the fact that she said that you might never come back.

'I don’t care really, you know. I don’t. I’m sure she will be fine.’ She trailed off.

'Where is she?’ Kai asked again, his hands slightly shaking but as he was hiding them in his pockets, it was impossible to see them.

'I told her that it was her fault. For her father’s death.’

'You what?’

'Yup.’ She uttered, emphasizing the letter p.

'With all the respect, but, how could you possibly say that to her? Do you not know how she feels right now? In how much pain she is and that she needs all the support she can get? She needs you right now, you need to be there for her and-’

'Is she there for me? Is she? No. Instead of that, she’s riding that stupid horse of hers.’

'If you weren’t acting like that, she would have been here for you. Goodbye.’

He ran as fast as he could, all through the town, through places he thought you would be, but there was one spot you loved the most, that meant to you the most and he knew that that’s where you were. He was a few feet away from you when he saw your head leaning on your knees, your legs pulled all the way to your body, your arms wrapped around them as you kept staring at the distance.

Your body jerked a little bit when you felt a hand on your back, but when you saw who it was, your body relaxed, even though it has only made your tears to start falling again.

'Hey.’ Kai whispered and sat down on the grass beside you, his arms wrapping tightly around your body while your head remained pressed against his chest, your tears staining his shirt, but he didn’t care. He felt relaxed that he found you, but seeing you broken like that and how you were hurting, broke his heart into million pieces. 'Hey.’ He said quietly, his voice cracking as he was holding back his tears, a lump in his throat barely letting him speak. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the back of your head, his hand caressing your head.

'He’s gone.’ You cried out quietly, your voice barely audible. 'Forever.’

'I know, but-’ he cupped your face and lifted your head up, his eyes meeting yours. He swallowed hard when he saw your swollen and red eyes boring into his, his thumb gently wiping your tears away. 'I know he’s looking at you right now and thinking how proud he is of you.’ Your eyes closed as you cried out quietly, another tear rolling down your cheek. You felt tired and exhausted from all the crying but you couldn’t get yourself to stop crying.

'No.’ you shook your head, tugging on Kai’s shirt while your hand kept punching his chest. He looked up and tried to blink his tears away, your punches making his breathing uneven, but he didn’t care. He understood why you had to do it and he had no intentions in stopping you, understanding why he needed to be your punching bag for a short amount of time.

'Yes.’ he grabbed your hands, holding them tightly with his own. 'He is proud to have such an amazing daughter who has grown up into such a strong and a powerful woman. He will always be proud of you, no matter what you do. You will always be his little girl.’

'I have no one. I’m all alone.’

'Yes you do. You have me and your mom. No matter how hard it is now, she will realize she made a mistake. But I’m here now and I will forever protect you.’ You lifted your head up, seeing the pain in his beautiful blue eyes. You kept staring at him, watching his every move, the way he blinked and followed every exhale he made.

'He made you promise him that, right? He made you promise him that you will protect me.’

'I would protect you either way. But one night, he said to me ’You better protect my little girl. I said always, sir. She means the world to me.’ Kai looked down at his fingers, intertwining them. 'He said, if my daughter ever calls you an idiot in front of me, you’ll have to play golf with me because that’s how I’ll now you screwed something up. Golf every saturday.’ You chuckled at his words and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes finding Kai’s.

'You hate golf.’

'I do.’ He laughed. 'But you know I would do anything for you and to be honest, I was a little bit scared. I suck at golf.’ You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, your head resting on Kai’s shoulder. He intertwined his fingers with yours, his fingertips gently tracing your knuckles. 'He was a good man. I know how much he meant to you.’

'I don’t think I will ever be ok. I- I can’t imagine my life like this, without him, it’s impossible.’

'Listen, if you need me to stay with you every day and night, I will. I know that no one can replace your father and he should never be replaced, but if you need someone to be with you, you know you have me. Forever.’

'I know.’ You leaned in slowly and kissed him gently, his palms resting on your cheeks, his hands warm, making you feel relaxed. 'Can I stay at your place tonight, please?’

'Of course.’ He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you stared at the beautiful sunset in front of you. It looked magical, such beautiful colours adorning the sky and how beautifully the sun illuminated on the water, making it look like it was filled with millions of little diamonds. 'You don’t even have to ask.’

transjulianbashir  asked:

Hey, I'm wondering, now old were your little ones when you introduced them to Star Wars? And what did you start with? My cousin is little but me and my uncle both want to introduce her to the series soon. (I'd like to do it within the next two years if possible bc that's when I'll be living in the city as them)

My oldest was very nearly 5. The only thing he did not see at that age were portions of Revenge of the Sith (which he still hasn’t seen 100% of, in part because he just starts lamenting that ANAKIN MADE SUCH A BAD CHOICE MOM.) We started him with the OT, but not for any real reason other than that that was the order my husband and I had seen the movies in. 

His current favorites are The Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones (the arena scenes with all the cool Jedi especially and not the OMG GROSS KISSING MOM), Return of the Jedi and literally any/all of the animated content, which he started watching after he’d seen all the films, so those are always good options too. 


im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music

he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”

& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”

yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”

yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.

“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”

yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”

JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.

the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

he’s on his 5th red bull.

when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.

“you! how much for your jacket!”

the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.

jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.

through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.

yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.

yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.

“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says

“good” yurio replies.

no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.

georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”

it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.

“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)

“davai!” yuuri says.

yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”


they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.

yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.

beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.

“wow those sunglasses look just like mine!”

Always Together (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: something that had been sitting in my drafts for over a year and edited a bit, might as well post it since i’m probably not going to finish the entire story anyway! :) 

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*makes a post complaining about how everyone writes Natsu OOC*

“But, Alisha! You don’t write him entirely in character either!”

You’re right! But there’s a difference, you see!

There are four (4) five (5) types of Natsu(s?) popular in fanfiction!

1) (My personal least favorite) Fuckboi player!Natsu. Probably plays football. Is an asshole. Might bully Lucy because I guess that’s attractive in a man. Is failing math class and/or English and Lucy may or may not tutor him for whatever reason. Dates a different girl every week. Lucy magically changes his ways.

Sometimes included, but not required:

  • Lisanna being a jealous bitch because???
  • Sting and/or Rogue’s characterization being butchered and them attacking/assaulting Lucy, thus making Natsu realize how much he cares about Lucy.
  • Lucy being uncomfortable going to sport’s games but her friends (namely Erza and Levy) dragging her to one anyway. Bonus points if something terrible happens at the game and Lucy immediately forgives her friends.

2) The Natsu that’s not smart enough to spell “cabbage.” Doesn’t know what sex is, thus introducing a weird subplot where someone (typically Lucy or Gray) must explain it to him. This is more uncomfortable to the reader than it is for the characters. Usually over-exaggerates the dragon slayers’ dragoness. Lucy is repeatedly emotionally hurt in these fics because the reader has made Natsu too stupid to understand what feelings are.

Sometimes included, but not required:

  • Weird dragonesque Natsu smut. Probably kinky. May be a dragon mating season fic.
  • Lisanna is evil and somehow Lucy ends up leaving the guild (may or may not become a dragon slayer). 
  • If written in canonverse, there will be a mission that Natsu botches. Lucy will probably be injured in some way, and Natsu will realize he loves her, then abandon her because he’s ashamed of hurting her. Bonus points for every chapter this is drawn out.

3) The Natsu that is weirdly snarky and mean spirited. I think the writers are trying to make things sound teasing, but he comes off as an utter dick. Probably a high school!AU. Can be meshed with Natsu #1 to create the biggest douche you will ever see. Is probably sexist and speaks really badly about women, but this is excused because his mother abandoned him as a child.

Sometimes included, but not required:

  • Says something insensitive to Lucy. She cries and is deeply hurt. He never apologizes for this because ??? Potatoes, I guess.
  • If in canonverse, Happy is also probably super mean to Lucy, despite Happy being the most upset about F!Lucy’s death (though, he was roughly on par with how upset Natsu was.).

4) (the Natsu I try to write) This is the Natsu that would exist in canon if Mashima actually gave him character development. Likely pretty close to how he is in canon, though a little more suave and mature. Smarter than the average bear fic Natsu. Still playful and adventurous. Probably still takes Lucy on some kind of adventure. May be a bit rough around the edges.

5) (a la @snogfairy) Dream Boy Natsu. A fantasy man that is perfect in every imaginable way. Is nothing like the actual Natsu. Romantic™. Sophisticated™. An intellectual Man™. Probably reads minds. A fourteen year old girl’s wet dream. Might be a nice guy™.

Sometimes included, but not required:

  • Lucy is a mega blushing virgin. When asked what’s in a guys pants she answers “carrots.” Has no friends.
  • Natsu probably has some hidden piano playing skill. Or, like, the harp or something else that’s sophisticated.
  • Says shit like “cumbersome.”

Thank you @snogfairy.

anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where Lena covers up her mark because she doesn't want to be rejected by her soulmate too

Most people in the world don’t have soul marks, because most people in the world don’t need a soulmate. Lionel is drunk when he explains this to Lena, though she won’t realize that until she’s much older, looking back on the memory with all the clarity of an adult.

“Some people are a little easier to love than we are, Lena,” he tells her heavily. “It doesn’t take anyone special to do it - there are thousands of people who could love them. But you’re like me, I’m afraid - you’re damn smart, but you’re never going to be lovable.”

He shows Lena his soul mark, a thin geometric shape on his collar, and Lena traces her tiny fingers over it, curious. It doesn’t look like hers at all - hers is on her stomach, made up of soft curves and swoops that remind her somehow of birds.

She is only 5 years old, and she’s only been living with the Luthors for a year. She is pleased to be invited into Lionel’s big study, with the heavy tan globe that she can spin around on its heavy base. She is pleased to hear him say that she is like him, and to find out they have something in common. It feels a little like belonging.

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The thing to remember when watching Stardust Crusaders is that Jotaro is 17. He’s a child. Keeping that in mind, everything about him is funny. 

  • He goes around scowling and saying rude one-liners like he thinks he’s fucking Shadow the Hedgehog or something.
  • He has a catchphrase.
  • Said catchphrase is a statement of being bored/exasperated which is often translated as “good grief”.
  • Everything he does is fucking extra for the sake of looking cool, like in the N’Doul fight when the jeep flips and he’s hanging on with one hand with the other in his pocket.
  • His outfit is a school uniform that’s been heavily tailored and accessorized. That fucking big-ass chain on the collar. And he liked the way it looked so much that he continues to only ever wear variations of that same outfit even when he’s ~40.
  • His solution to every problem is to punch it, and if that doesn’t work he either punches harder or throws something.
  • Star Platinum’s “ora ora” battle cry must have came from somewhere since Jotaro fucking says it himself when beating up Alessi as a 5 year old with no recent memories. So he’s probably copying some anime he saw as a little kid because he thought it looked badass.
  • The fact that he has such absurd analytical skills and he went on to become a PhD implies that his entire persona is a front for being a fucking nerd. And as Stone Ocean teaches us, Jotaro is genuinely awful with interpersonal relationships. In other words, SDC!Jotaro is a nerd with poor social aptitude acting hard and edgy to cover this up.
  • He faced down a megalomaniacal vampire with the power to stop time and a personal vendetta against his entire family, and killed him, while putting on airs so nobody notices how socially awkward he is.
I will make them pay for this

Originally posted by dailyalexhogh

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3735
Warning: Mention of rape and death, a little bit of blood, cursing, a fight

Notes: Hello everyone! Here’s my second one-shot which prevented me from studying for my upcoming exam! But I’m not complaining! English is not my native language, I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

You could hear the laughs and music coming from the feast, which took place in the great hall, not too far from the hut you shared with your husband Ivar. It was a celebration night, like every night was since the sons of Ragnar came back a week ago, boats full of gold, silver and slaves. You wished you could have gone with them; it’s been a long time since you fought and you missed it. But, you were a mother of two beautiful babies now, your son Sigtrygg was 5 years old and your daughter Freydis was 3. They became the most important thing in your life; you had to stay alive to raise and protect them. 

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Things We Wish We Could Change

Originally posted by jaded4fox

Request:  Hi could I request a batsis story? She is Bruce’s biological child but she didn’t become a vigilante so they tend to ignore her (not on purpose but they’re always busy with a case). She goes away for university and when none of them show up to her graduation she decides to cut ties with them.  After a few years (maybe 3 or 4) she gets married to a wealthy businessman and they had a kid(s) together. The batfam didn’t realize that she cut ties with them because of all their cases they thought that she was still at school, when they realize that they haven’t seen her in a while they try to find her. The end is up to you.

Pairing:  Batfam x reader, Ryan(oc)x reader

Summary: You are the forgot Wayne. Forgotten not on my by the public but your own family as well. If you aren’t worth remembering to them then they aren’t worth it to you.

Words Count: 2,750 My longest fic to date!

Genre: Angst

Notes:  So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.

The reader in this is a little older than Jason


“Alfred, when will daddy be home?” 5 year old you asks as the old butler tucks you into your bed.

Alfred’s face falls a bit, but it doesn’t last as he saves face and gives you a reassuring smile.

“You must be mistaken, your father is home mistress (y/n).”

“Then why don’t I see him ever? Why doesn’t he tell me goodnight?” you ask curiously. Back then you were just innocent and naive, you didn’t know why your father was never around, why you weren’t aloud to go into his library, what the big bangs coming from below the house were. You couldn’t explain to your teachers why you never saw your daddy for more than an hour a week if you were lucky or why your butler came to your open houses not your father.  You couldn’t explain why the other boy that lived in the house treated you like you had the black plague.

You see Alfred become physically defeated, “I’m sorry mistress, there are some things even this wise old man doesn’t know.”

You are let down by the answer but you didn’t let Alfred see it.

“It’s OK Alife! no one could know everything” you stress in your little childlike way.

Alfred smiles, “Goodnight (y/n).”


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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 2

hi. well i must say that part 1 went down pretty well, you all seemed to love it which makes me extremely happy! currently i’m working on part 3 and considering that harry styles just rocked up to the airport in a pair of glasses and a shirt that says “women are smarter” i am going to have to write about that too so get seated loves! i hope you’s will enjoy part 2, it’s really really fluffy and you will cry if you are sensitive. even if you aren’t you will shed a tear or two bc harry’s amazing. ok i shall stop rambling. hope you’s enjoy, don’t forget to like and follow and i think there’s an option to turn on my post notifications as well so if you don’t wanna miss out on cute harry stuff i suggest you turn it on 😘 lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 1 •  Part 3

It was around 12 pm when Harry and I finished our time in the gym that Harry desperately wanted to visit. He said it tends to help with his hangover and I knew about that because he’s done it before, I just didn’t think it helps. For me at least.

Once we got back from our work out session we both showered then got into something comfy to go and hang out in with the others.

Harry was wearing blue shorts with a grey shirt that had an eagle on the front, white sunglasses and a yellow snapback.

I think it was safe to say that he looked stunning. Gorgeous. Absolutely breath-taking. Beautiful.

You get the gist.

While he was literally shining I was looking like trash next to him but I didn’t mind because his beauty was enough for me too.

“I lost count on how many times I’ve caught you staring at me just since we got back from the gym,” Harry told me as he laughed.

We were sitting on the grass because we liked to make a show of ourselves in front of other people. It was chill as we were both having a glass of champagne, not minding one bit that we just got over our hangovers.

That’s how you roll when you’re a wedding guest, right?

“Can you blame me?” I asked him as I brought my glass up to my mouth and took a sip of my cold and bubbly drink. It felt good as it slid down my throat into my stomach, the coolness of it giving me a refreshing feeling for a little while. “You’re quite possibly the prettiest human being here.”

“You compliment me too much. It should be the other way round,” he shook his head which I saw from the corner of my eye. “Sometimes I feel like our roles are reversed.”


“Don’t know,” he shrugged. Wow, thanks for helping me. “I just do. But I don’t mind. It feels good to have someone like you beside me. Giving me compliments when I feel down and stuff, always making sure I’m grounded. I’m glad to have you.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop,” I laughed. As the words left his lips I just suck all of them in which totally messed with my emotions. He just had his own way of making me feel all these things and I will never be able to explain just what he does to me. “You deserve it all, honestly.”

“How much do you wanna bet that you’ll be the one to get down on one knee?”

“I’ll be getting down on two tonight,” I blurted out which caused him to just look at me with a smirk on his lovely features.

“Y’know what I meant you cheeky girl,” he squeezed my thigh, his hand eventually going more and more up. “I swear you got more confident ever since we got together.”

“Ever Since New York.”


“Your song, silly boy.”

“Still don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You said I got more confident ever since we got together. But those are not the lyrics to your song.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh my godness, baby, really?”

“I’m a proud girlfriend. Did you know that by the way? I’m proud of you. Like, super-duper proud.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips touching mine in a sweet, champagne flavoured kiss.

A small moan escaped from me as he massaged his soft and tender lips against mine, his tongue slightly tracing over my upper lip causing me to open my mouth. Soon enough our tongues were slapping together and tasting each other, the familiar taste of the champagne rolling off of his sweet lips and tongue made my head spin and body shake. 

Our kiss started off totally innocent then ended up quite heated. But I loved it. Every time Harry and I kissed I just fell in love with him more and more.

The heated moment was interrupted when a ball was thrown our way, our lips parting ways quickly with a smacking noise. My cheeks were turning slightly pink as I licked my lips and turned my head where Harry was looking.

“Harry, play with me!” the little girl asked him, well, more like demanded then soon enough she ran away.

She was basically in love with Harry. Her name was Lily one of the men’s daughters, only 5 years old if I remember correctly. She was the cutest little girl I have seen in a long time; her neediness for Harry’s attention reminded me a bit of myself.

I looked back to Harry who was laughing as he was already staring at me with his eyes, licking his lips which caught my attention straight away.

His lips were pink, shiny and kissable. Whenever he would talk I’d sometimes just zone out and admire his mouth, the way he forms each word is just absolutely mesmerising to me.

Well, everything he does is mesmerising to me.

“Guess I better go and play,” he laughed before pecking my lips softly. I put my hand on the side of his neck, biting into my lower lip as I scanned over his face not missing one bit before seeing his little side smirk appear alongside his dimples. “You’re literally obsessed with me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“I just love you. I’m in love with you. Badly,” I told him what he probably already knew. Wow I loved him so much I would jump off a cliff for him if it meant he’ll be happy for the rest of his life and nothing bad will happen to him.

“I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead then got up to play with Lily.

And if I wasn’t an emotional mess before than I sure as hell turned into one the moment they started to play.

Harry had his phone in one hand while his champagne glass was in the other one and Lily was just chasing after him as he jogged in front of her. Their laughter added to the vibe of the people who were already talking and it made the atmosphere livelier and more welcoming to those who only just got to where we were.

Moments later Harry gave me his phone as he continued to play with the little girl. When he bopped her nose and she laughed then he joined in as well my whole heart melted like a big block of butter in the hot weather and I couldn’t stop the semi-loud “aw” rushing out of my mouth.

That was honestly the cutest fucking thing ever.

Lily was so small and Harry was so tall and gorgeous and the way he just messed around with the little girl was so adorable and all I wanted to do was get pregnant and give him a baby. I know I sound crazy but honestly.

He was so damn adorable I wanted to cry in happiness. He was just the man of my dreams. No, wait, scratch that.

Harry was better than any man in any of my dreams ever. Harry was something else.

He was better than anyone I have ever met, he raised my expectations and standards to an unhealthily high bar and I almost felt stuck up for it.

I loved him so much it was quite pathetic and indescribable; he made me so happy I sometimes wondered what my life was like before I got to know him.

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice was so close to me I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to be next to me but I guess my thoughts totally drowned me.

“Nothing much,” I answered finally as I looked up to him.

“Alright, if you say so,” he sat back down next to me, pushing his sunglasses up so that they were resting on his head on top of his snapback. “We have a dinner to attend tonight. Would you do me the honours of being my date for it?”

“I would absolutely love that,” I told him smiling which he returned. “You get tanned so easily I’ll have to get my game on.”

“You’re so fucking competitive,” he shook his head laughing.

“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked back sassily.

“No just know that I will not let you win. I will be tanner than you are by the time we are going home.”

“Is that what you think?” I raised one of my eyebrows, challenging him. “Fifty quid when we get home?” I put my hand out, knowing full well he’s gonna have to pay.

We’ve done this before when we were in LA and I was twenty quid richer when we got back home. I had to raise the bar by thirty to make some profit.

“Alrighty, miss,” he took my hand and shook it. “Fifty quid right as we land at Heathrow.”

I winked at him, lifting up my new glass of champagne and taking a sip. I can’t wait to spend that fifty quid on shit that I don’t even need.

Masterlist [Boys Scenarios]

Overall Masterlist: here

As Fathers Series:


Special Tags:

x highschool!au
x babysitter!au
x mafia!au
x vampire!au
x insane asylum!au
x baby kookie
x vampire jun
x doctor baekhyun
x college!au
x office!au
x demon!au
x werewolf!au


- Woozi’s Bday is Coming Up + the Boys Need Your Help


- J-Hope and Suga getting mad when their crush becomes close to Jin


  • I’m Somewhere In Between A Dream And Reality [Kyungsoo/D.O] [fluff]
    ↳ For as long as you could remember, a boy had haunted your dreams. Brown-eyed and mysterious, you presumed that he was just a creation of your active imagination. Until one day you both met and destiny was set in motion, revealing that he was a lot more than just a dream.
  • The Boss’ Daughter [Minseok/Xiumin] [angst] [mafia!au]
    ↳ Being the daughter of the head of the Mafia had its perks. One being money. Another being Daddy’s hot bodyguard.
  • Someone Call The Doctor [Baekhyun] [insane asylum!au] [angst]
    ↳ If any of the other asylum doctors knew how much Baekhyun loved you, a patient, they just might think he was insane


  • First Kiss [Taehyun] [fluff]
    ↳ Accidental first kiss with Nam Taehyun
  • Over Stimulation [Seungyoon] [smut]
    ↳ Your daddy was kind and very caring. He loved to look after you and pamper his baby. But one thing he did not tolerate was disobedience


  • Kiss Kiss Kiss, Baby [Taehyung/V] [fluff/slight smut]
    ↳ Keeping your relationship with V a secret was hard, especially with him being a teasy little shit.
  • R To The M [Namjoon/Rap Monster] [smut]
    ↳ Who cares about homework or studying when you can make out with Rap Monster instead?
  • You’re Like A Butterfly [child!Jungkook] [babysitter!au] [fluff]
    ↳ 5 year old Jungkook likes three things for certain; ice cream, slides and his pretty babysitter.
  • Save Me, Save Me [child!Jungkook] [babysitter!au] [fluff]
    ↳ Jungkook looks at his reflection in the mirror, wondering if he was really going to do this. Your humming reaches his ears and he thinks,“Yes, I’m a man now. This is something I have to do”
  • Happy Hope Day! 2017 [JHope]
    ↳ This is in celebration of Hobi’s bday 💖
  • Mafia!AU: Jung Hoseok [also for Hobi’s bday :D]
  • Fuckboy!Hoseok [for Hobi’s bday … again haha]
  • A Broken Heart [child!Jungkook] [babysitter!au] [fluff]
    ↳ Young Jungkook finds out one weekend what a broken heart really feels like
  • Practice Makes Perfect [Jimin] [fluff]
    ↳ Jimin tries to teach you the choreography to “Save Me” and only ends up looking even more beautiful instead.


  • I Adore You, Enough To Get Dizzy [Seungcheol/S.Coups] [fluff]
    ↳ Kisses from S.Coups were powerful enough to leave you dizzy.
  • I Took A Pill In Ibiza [Jisoo/Joshua] [angst/fluff]
    ↳ “I took a pill in Ibiza / And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older” / But sobriety was only first achieved with a gentleman’s help.
  • Midnight Snack [Jun] [vampire!au] [angst-ish]
    ↳ Vampires weren’t just the stuff of legends. They were real, they were hot and they were hungry
  • Chubby Cheeks [Hoshi] [fluff]
    ↳ You just can’t stop kissing Hoshi’s soft, precious cheeks.
  • Family Dinner [Woozi] [fluff]
    ↳ A day in the life of Woozi and his wife taking care of their four children; Jeonghan, Joshua, Seokmin and Seungkwan.


  • Feel So Good [Daehyun] [fluff]
    ↳ Grocery shopping is never fun. Unless it ends with a hot date


  • Limitless Love [Taeyong] [fluff] [high school!au]
    ↳ Sunbae Taeyong can’t help noticing how attractive Mark’s friend is & his friends decide to help him out with that
  • SM’s New Trainee [Mark] [fluff]
    ↳ Trainee life is hard. But having someone to help you through it makes it just a little easier. Especially if that person is Mark Lee
  • Professor Turned Call Boy [Taeyong] [smut]
    ↳ You call a sex line, only to find out that Lee Taeyong, your strict professor, has a side to him you never knew.

Monsta X

anonymous asked:

hello!! did you see the pictures/videos of the cute little boy who went to seventeen's fansign? i was wondering if you could please write how seventeen would be with their 5-year-old child? thank you!!

- sometimes he likes to carry them around the house with one arm as if they weigh nothing
- puts their drawings up on the fridge
- goes insane when his kid does anything cute
- likes to pick them up and spin them around because it makes them laugh
- checks the closet for any monsters

- lets them play with his hair
- falls asleep on the couch with his kid in his arms
- likes feeding them even if they can do it themselves just fine
- takes as many pictures as he can to remember these precious moments, probably gets them printed out and has five albums filled with pictures of them together
- “whose baby are you?” “dad’s baby!!”

- spoils them way too much
- his kid speaks a mix of korean and english, and joshua’s like oops….
- has the ability to stop their crying in a second
- teaches them to always be good and humble, to say please and thank you all the time
- basically he’s raising a gentleman like himself
- sometimes he just stares at them lovingly and his kid just grins at him and he melts

- his kid is always sitting on his lap
- he likes to rest his chin on his kid’s head
- ruffles their hair when they do a good job
- always asking his kid for hugs and kisses
- one time his kid winked at him and he fainted

- wears matching clothes with his kid
- plays dress-up with them and lets them sit on his back while he crawls around the house
- they buy all the snacks at the grocery store and eat them all in the same day
- dances around while his kid holds his hands and has their feet on his
- keeps his kid laughing and smiling all day long

- reads them bedtime stories
- he and his kid have matching bedhair in the morning
- his kid likes to follow him around everywhere like a little duckling following its mother
- when he’s sitting on the couch playing a game, his kid likes to climb onto the couch and backhug him while watching him play
- his kid pokes his cheek when trying to wake him up

- his kid likes to hug his leg and jihoon has to walk around the house dragging them along with him
- he acts like he doesn’t like it but HE LOVES IT
- always makes sure they drink their milk so they grow tall
- his kid likes to sit on his lap while watching him play the piano
- they can talk to each other with their eyes

- makes funny faces to make them laugh
- they’re always excitedly screaming when they’re together
- always understands what his kid wants/is trying to say
- “which one do you want?” “(makes fishy face)” “ah ok we’ll have tuna please”
- his kid has his smile

- lets them sit on his shoulders
- “dad!! it’s like i can see the world!!”
- almost trips on his kid because they’re so small and he didn’t see them
- bakes cute desserts with them
- cooks them their favorite meals whenever they want
- “i know we had it yesterday but can you cook it again, dad??” “anything for you”

- his kid runs up to him and hugs him the second they see him after getting back from school/daycare
- buys them really stylish clothes
- seriously his kid is so well dressed, they might as well be a toddler model
- they’re always telling each other they love one another
- “dad, i have to tell you a secret!!” “what is it?” “(whispers) i love you” “(whispers back) i love you too”

- refuses to let go of his kid’s hand
- kisses them every two seconds
- always cups their cheeks
- cries whenever his kid gives him something
- makes them wear cute onesies

- smiles fondly whenever they do ANYTHING, his heart just melts
- they bump their ice creams/popsicles together before eating them
- actual memes together
- they make the EXACT same facial expressions
- carries his kid in his arms all day long, masters cooking and cleaning with one hand

- makes up a cool handshake for them both
- wakes up early to watch cartoons with his kid
- matching pyjamas
- tickle fights
- gets excited over the smallest things

yes i did, the little boy was too cute!! thank you for your request!!

Tea Party

Prompt: May I then request an imagine for a really young batsis (5-6 years old) that is obsessed with Disney, more specifically Disney princess, and she gets any one of the batboys to play the prince to her princess. Or you can do something similarly fluffy, I don’t really care as long as it makes my cold, dead heart happy!       

Requested by: cutepanda123417

    There were certain things that Damian Wayne was willing to do for you, that he wasn’t willing to do for anyone else. At the top of that list was tea parties. At six years old, you were like a twister, wrapping everyone and everything around your little finger and bending them to your will until you were satisfied. You would have made the perfect recruit for his grandfather.

    Instead, here he was, sitting around a small table dressed in a floppy hat, clip on earrings, and fake pearls sipping imaginary tea. His only consolation was that the rest of his brothers were dressed exactly like him.

    He watched as you poured some more fake tea into Grayson’s cup. And then his brother, his grown ass brother, batted his eyelashes, and said in a rather high voice, “Why thank you princess Y/N.” Your smile was almost worth this torment. Almost.

    The tea party lasted another thirty minutes before you pulled the entire group into the entertainment room to watch The Little Mermaid for the hundredth time. As Damian found himself mouthing the words along with the characters, he decided that some time away with the Titans might be best.

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 1/?)

So on my other blog I asked if someone would like series imagine when Montgomery is fwb with reader and because I got over 70 notes at the moment and felt like a rockstar I decided to start a new blog for this and for everything related to 13 reasons why.

1. It’s going to be a series, so they haven’t gotten really close yet.
2. English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or something, if you spot any, feel free to let me know :)

It was last Friday before school started again and Bryce decided to throw his typical huge pool party. You didn’t really feel like coming but Sheri called you about 50 times in last two days asking you to come and you finally gave up.
“Mom, I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!”, you shouted leaving the house. Your parents let you stay at Sheri’s place so you didn’t have to worry about coming home and still being a little buzzed.
“Bye honey, have a nice time!”, you heard your mom when you were closing the door.
Jeff, you best friend, was already here, waiting for you in his car.
“Jeez, I always have to wait for you”, he said when you got in.
“It’s nice to see you too, Jeffrey”, you ignored his moaning.
“Don’t make me wait for you after the party, or I will leave you there", he threatened, but you knew it was a joke.
You have known each other since you were 5 years old, he’s for you like a brother and he treats keeping Bryce away from you as his full time job.
“I’m staying at Sheri’s place so you don’t have to wait, don’t worry”, you smiled at him.
“Someone’s gonna get wasted today, huh?”
“I don’t know yet, Sheri made me go", I shrugged my arms.
Fifteen minutes lates we were at Bryce’s place, Jeff stopped the car and you went at the back of the house.
“Yooo, Jeff, Y/N!”, Justin Foley was the first one to notice you two.
“Hi Justin”, you answered looking for Sheri.
“Hey, you”, suddenly she jumped on you from behind. “ You got everything?”
“Yep, ready for sleepover”, you smiled.
“ Great!”, she clapped. “Where’s your bathing suit? Get changed and lets go to the pool”
“It’s already on me”, you let her look under your t-shirt dress.
“What do you have there, I wanna see too”, you hear Montgomery as he comes to you and Sheri and he puts his arms around your and her shoulders.
“You’re funny man, Monty, really funny”, you clapped his chest, and go with Sheri to put your stuff next to hers.
“I think he has a thing for you”, she said.
“Who, Monty?”, you laughed. “Come on, he has a thing for anything that moves”.
Suddenly someone grabbed you around the waist and throwed you into the pool.
“What the fuck?!”, you screamed when you resurfaced out of the water and saw who throwed you in. “Zach, you know I can’t swim”.
“Yeah, that’s why Justin waits right there, to grab you if there was a need”.
You turned around and saw Justin standing behind you.
“ Great, but couldn’t you wait until I take my dress off?”, you asked.
“Come on, we’ll grab some drinks, you’ll hang your dress on chair, it will be dry in less than hour”, Sheri gave you her hand and helped you get out of the pool.
You are a simple girl, you see vodka, you mix it with cola and so you did this time. You took of your dress and suddenly Monty showed up out of nowhere.
“I will wait in the pool”, Sheri mumbled and went to the pool as fast as glass full of drink let her.
“Lookin’ good, Y/N”, he said as he eyed you up and down.
You took a straw, put it in the glass, turned towards him, put it in your mouth and took a sip looking straight in his face while he stared at your lips probably imagining the straw was his dick.
Fucking horny bastard , you thought to yourself.
“In your dreams, Montgomery, in your dreams”, you walked past him.
“We’ll see”, he whispered.
You went to the pool and sat next to Sheri.
“Hi, guys”, Jessica swam to you. “What did you said to Monty, he stares at you all the time”, she asked.
“I told you”, Sheri punched your arm.
“And I told you”, you punched her too, “that he stares at anything that moves”.
“Well, yeah, it’s Montgomery, but…”, Jess took a break to take a sip of her drink, “there are bunch of hot girls in bathing suit today and he stares ONLY at you”.
“Probably because I’m one of very few left that didn’t make out with him”.
“You know, that if you do it some time, we won’t judge you”.
“Okay, I will make it clear”, you put your glass at the edge of the pool. “I admit, he’s fucking handsome and… I mean… Look at those abs. But other than that he’s so fucking stupid, typical arrogant jock, hot head that is first to fight”
“Alright then”, Sheri smiled.
All three of you are in the cheerleaders team so you spend some time talking about new routines and moves you could incorporate.
“Ladies”, Justin and Jeff came up to you, “ We need two of you to play a round of beer pong with us”.
“You drink, Atkins?”, you asked.
“No, I’m just gonna throw the ball, someone else is gonna do the drinking part”
It was obvious Jess is gonna play with Justin and because Sheri wasnt really into drinking games you had to play with Jeff.
“I just finished my drink, so I’m in, just bring me my dress” you pointed it as you didn’t want to walk past bunch od jockes wearing only bathing suit.
“Yes, ma'am”, he went to grab it and you slowly got out of the water.
You and Jess both were terrible at beer pong, so the game lasted ages and more and more people were gathering around the table waiting for their turn. You throw a ball and missed again.
“ Oh fuck me, Y/L/N”, Monty rolled his eyes.
“You wouldn’t handle this, babe”, you answered and everyone giggled waiting for him to response. Justin giggled so much he missed the shot while Jessica and Sheri stand speechless with their mouths open.
“Alright”, he said with a halfsmile.
Few hours later it got chillier, so you get in hot tub with few other people.
“Guys, I gotta go”, Jeff came over to say bye.
“You leaving?”
“Yeah, I promised dad to help him in the morning”, he said. “Girls”, he turned to you and Sheri, “if you need a ride home just call me.”
“My dad will pick us up, but thank you”, Sheri said.
“Okay, see you on Monday”
“Bye, Jeff”, you waved at him.
Some time later Sheri went to help other girl get to the bathroom, cause she felt sick and Justin and Jessica left too after you told them to get a room when the started heavy make out session. You soon regret it, cause suddenly it was only you and Montgomery. He got into got tub, holding to shots of tequila.
“Will you do me this honor?”, he handed you one of the shots.
“Whatever”, you rolled your eyes and drank tequila looking him right in the eyes.
“So…”, he started with a cocky grin on his face. “It’s just two of us. In a hot tub. Wearing barely anything”
“I already said it today, but I will repeat it for you”, you lean a little bit towards him, “this time read my lips. In. Your. Dreams. Monty”.
“Oh really?”, he asked still looking at your lips.
You felt his hand softly going up and down your back, you could’ve moved away but somehow you didn’t want to. He grabbed your waist, pull you closer and basically attacked you with his lips. And again, you didn’t push him away. Instead, you tucked your fingers into his hair pulling yourself even closer to him. You still hated him as a person, nothing has changed, but there was something about his kisses and his touch, you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop. It made shivers going down your spine. You felt him smiling as he moved his lips to your ear.
“Liberty high’s sweetheart also has needs, huh?”, he whispered and started kissing your neck. Alright, Monty came back to being Monty.
You felt his abs clenched under your touch.
Oh boy, I will fuck you up and you will not like it , you thought.
You felt him sucking your collarbone.
“No hickeys, Monty”, you slightly moved away.
“As you wish”, he pulled you back closer, started kissing you jaw. His hands went from your thighs, to your butt, squized it, went higher up to untie your bra.
“Easy boy”, you moved away from him, he couldn’t reach your back anymore so he placed them on your thighs moving closer again.
“No, no, no”, you whispered putting your foot on his strategic place and rub it gently.
Seeing grin of satisfaction on his face, you slowly came closer, but he wasted no time, grabbed you by your hips, put on his lap and kissed you again. You took his hands and put them on edges of hot tub.
“Keep your hands to yourself”, you said looking him in the eyes.
Your hands went slowly through his elbows to shoulders and down chest to the abs. You sucked his bottom lip, put tip of finger under his boxers and moved it from hip to hip. You felt him growing under you.
“Do I turn you on?”, you asked getting of his lap, placing your hands on the inside of his thighs.
“God, you’re so hot”, he whispered.
“Y/N!”, you heard Sheri.
What a perfect timing.
“Yep?”, you asked.
She was standing in the entrance and couldn’t see you from there but you still moved as far away from Monty as possible.
He looked confused as fuck.
“My dad is here, we gotta go”, she shouted.
“Okay, I’m coming”.
“I’ll bring you a towel, so you can dry yourself”, she went back inside.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, Montgomery asked, still confused.
“Liberty high’s fuckboy also can get played, huh?”, you whispered into his ear.
You left the hot tub.
“Get back in here!”
“Or what? You gonna chase me around with your boner?”
You saw Sheri coming up.
“It was fun”, you said louder.
“Here”, she gave you a towel.
“Thanks”, you started drying yourself.
“Boys are inside, they have some weed if you want”.
“Thanks, Sheri, I’m good”, de la Cruz tried his best to sound normal.
Sheri helped you pick up your stuff, you looked at Montgomery, saw him biting his fist. You put your dress on and grab your stuff.
“Good talk, Monty, see you on Monday”, you waved and followed Sheri to the car with a smile of the satisfaction on your face.

Let me know what you think, is it okay if I write in second person (is that even second person)? More action and more smut coming soon x


Fuck it everyone is making a dadsona so I’m making one

My dadsona is 29 his name is Mark and he’s 5"6. He was born in Germany but moved to the US when he was younger. He tends to have a “hipster” appearance and honestly loves to embarrass his adopted 6 year old son (teasingly) with his little understanding of slang words like “yolo”.

He’s bisexual but leans more towards guys, he has freckles all over his face which is roundish and has Chestnut hair. He’s not very fit but he’s enough that his doctor doesn't​ yell at him.

Also he loves the colour purple and constantly paints his nails that colour. He owns a condo and works as a field reporter.

He’s very afraid of small dogs.

Monsta X reaction to your 5 year old daughter liking Kpop.

jen-jen-dragon said:Can I request a Monsta X reaction. Them reacting to meeting your 5 year old daughter for the first time and finding out she likes Kpop too (my daughter loves shownu and jooheon it’s so funny) Ps I cried a little with the BTS reacting to the child calling them dad/ appa reaction I need more reactions/ scenarios like that being a single mom and all 😍😍


Shownu: You told your daughter to tell him that she likes kpop, because she did, and you thought he would enjoy that about her. But, your little girl was a little confused and ended up telling him she like kpop…..but she said her mommy told her to say that. Him: *Looks over at you* “Did she eh?”

Originally posted by monxbebe

Wonho: Him: “Who’s your favorite member of Monsta X?” Her: *Savage mode* “Well it’s not you, I can tell you that.” Him: *GIF*

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Hyungwon: “Awwwn am I your favorite member?” Her: “Yes….did you know my mom likes kpop too?” Him: “Really??..she tell you who’s her favorite member?” Her: “Well…It isn’t Wonho, Minhyuk, I.M, Shownu, Kihyun..I think it’s You-OH no that’s not right my bad.”

Originally posted by yuhwan

Kihyun: He coaches her into saying he’s the best member, and giving her all compliments to say about him. It doesn’t go like he thought it would…Her: “Kihyun is the best member of Monsta X. (Whispers to you) I told him their all good, but he told me to say that mommy.

Originally posted by wonkyuns

Minhyuk: She comes running to him, with a piece of paper, he welcomes her with wide arms….but a hug, isn’t what she wanted. Her: *Fast talking* “Sign please, please, pleassssseeee”

Originally posted by changkyuh

Jooheon: Him: *Rapping his part from one of their songs* Her: *Enjoys listening…but then takes over and starts rapping* Him: *In his head* Oh damn, well Ok.

Originally posted by manyeo0

I.M: He was having a blast talking about it with her . You: “Sorry, we have to go now, she has to get to bed.” Him: *Gives her real nice hug before she leaves*  (Whispers) “We’ll talk all about it some more, when I see you again.”

Originally posted by altwonhoseok


ok but like.. billie joe wrote his first song at 5 years old and he did a little interview at the time in which he said that he loved singing because it made people happy and that he wanted to sing his songs to people all over the world.. and now he goes and plays in arenas with his best friends and thousands of people singing songs he wrote in his basement when he was 16.. it just makes me tear up a little bit and makes my heart fill with joy every time i think about it

DAY6 Scenario: Heart Strings

Request: Can I get a Day6 scenario where Jae teaches you (his gf) how to play guitar because she always wanted to learn

A/N: Oh anon you beauty! Thank you for requesting my ultimate bias my dear, I’ll definitely have fun writing this one! We need more Jae & DAY6 writers out there! #buyyouwerebeautifulonitunes

Originally posted by ambersgf

It had been a long day sat at home in your shared apartment by yourself. You desperately searched in every bookmarked page in a book and in every dusty cake recipe and yet nothing seemed to spark your interest. Your boyfriend Jae was busy at work filming for ASC in the morning before promoting with DAY6 in the evening and so you doubted he would be home for another hour but with the way the boredom was consuming your brain cells you weren’t sure how much longer you would last. You pulled your heavy bones from the couch leaving a small dip in your spot before you wandered without aim through your apartment.

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